blog/enigma
Thursday, January 31, 2008
8:31 PM

Just something to back up my resolution:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apathy


I will read it like a mantra. And I believe the reason why that article is so short is because it's written by an apathetic person.

***

I will now declare that I'm going on strike. Band members will know me by my vandalizing cartoons on the band room whiteboard. That is to be no more until I find my marker.

It's ridiculous! I just bought a new marker. To replace the one I lost in SALT centre band room. And now the new one is gone again. What's this world coming to? Is there a marker shortage in this world? Or has the oil prices spilled over into the other economic aspects of human life so that now cars are powered by marker ink? I know Japan is technologically advanced, but this is getting too far, too far people!

Alright, admit your sins! Who is koping my markers? HUH?! I WILL TEAR YOUR FROM LIMB TO LIMB.

(Not that it would encourage the person to own up, anyway.)

But perhaps it's my own fault. Like how I left my file at home today and thought I left it on the bus. Because I thought I was distracted by a certain someone on the bus. Thank goodness. Apparently not.

It's funny how from the most outre obsession subsides into this mild interest. But enough of insipid posts. I have studying to get back to.

***

Chinese Test - tomorrow
IHE worksheet - tomorrow
IHC reading - tomorrow
Physics - tomorrow
Jap - Monday + Revision
English essay - Monday
Maths homework - Monday
IHE essay - Tuesday
IHC reading - Tuesday
Chem - ASAP

That should keep me busy x|


That should keep me busy.

Round 1 bidding starts on 18 Feb (Monday), 0900H and ends 19
(Tuesday), 0900H. Round 2 bidding starts on 20 Feb (Wednesday) and
ends 21 Feb (Thursday), 0900H. You can check the results of both
biddings at 2pm on the day it's closed at the OBS or through your HCI
webmail

signed, jiasheng

Wednesday, January 30, 2008
8:26 PM

My new policy is apathy. My favourite quote shall be "It's not my problem."

Yeah. That's what I decided. Since caring is such a painful and difficult thing to do. I'm not going to care.

I had hoped I wouldn't become such a cold and unfeeling person.

But when it's a choice between sanity and caring, it's no choice at all.

It's not my problem. I don't have to care.

signed, jiasheng

Monday, January 28, 2008
11:56 AM

It's Monday. I didn't go to school today. Actually I did. For 5 minutes. Then I went home.

After that I slept till 12. Yeah.

Why? Officially my mum's gonna help me submit a sick letter. That's version A.

Version B is that I didn't sleep the whole night and stupidly drank coffee, which is equivalent to me downing 8 shots of strong vodka. I was trembling and hallucinating while I sat on the bus home. Numb and zombified. It was my worst coffee hangover.

Version C is that my life had just changed entirely. Or perhaps it had always been like that, but I was in my safety zone and simply blocked the unpleasant.

I'm sorry. I really don't know anything, for now. For now I'm a schizophrenic teenager who just woke up with tousled hair and bloodshot eyes.

Yes, schizophreniac is the word.

I have never been so afraid.

Recently I had a dream. I was at this ceremony. Then suddenly it started flooding. And I desperately tried to hold on but was washed away. When I came to, I was told that a number of years have passed and my life was completely different.

I wondered what the dream meant when I really woke up.

The thing now is that I can't find myself. I'm so lost in my world because I don't know who to be.

It's like a mask-changing thing. You know the Chinese performers? They rip off the masks right. Now I'm frantically ripping off mask after mask, trying to get my own face back. I may have ripped if off already and I'll be bleeding from my skull's face and I won't even know it.

I find it quite amazing that at this biggest crisis of my life, when I'm going have a nervous breakdown anytime, I can still calmly deal with all the things in my life. I decided after 5 minutes in school that I didn't want to stay. I smsed people to inform them. Classmates to help me collect work. SL to informed I'll be absent. My mum (bless her soul) to tell her I'm too tired and just want to go back. And someone whom I'm really not ready to deal with, however confident I am.

Then, a roller coaster ride. Flashes of images. Whispers taunting me. It's impossible. Yet I can still blog. And I'm feeling tempted to tell you people to leave me alone until I'm fine again.

People, you can leave me alone until I'm fine again.

I am also tempted to shout all into oblivion for people to care about me. But right now if I see anyone I'll just smile and pretend nothing's wrong. Like the you're weird - there's nothing with me raised-eyebrow look.

Identity issues here. So please don't probe. Even though I rage out against the insanity of it all, this is my battle. One casualty is enough. I'll heal.

Thanks for listening.

signed, jiasheng

Sunday, January 27, 2008
10:03 PM

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Yay. Third page in progress.

I think people will huh at these pictures. But who cares. I had fun drawing them.

Who cares that I abandoned my maths homework and will now have to mug the entire night?

Who cares that I also abandoned Jap and will have to mug the entire night, memorizing automatic verbs?

Who cares that I will be sad and lonely and become anorexic and suicidal and cutmywrists-type emo?

Who cares that churning out rhetorics are all I can do to face such adversities?...

Okay tag replies! =)

Z to the H, I, T, A, O.: WTF!!! YOU STILL HAVEN'T REMOVE THE PICS!!! YOU ****ING BLOWJOB!!! WAH LAU! THIS CBOX BLOCK MY ****ING COMMENT, REPLACE IT WIF STARS! **** **** **** **** **** !!!!!

>> You know what? I don't even have to grace that tag with a reply. It kinda tells everything you need to know about the tagger.

Yao Nian: This is really poignant...Inspirational really...Wow.

>> As usual, I humbly disagree.

chingying: Wow, nice post haha.

>> Ooh, a female. Now that's different. (Of course, please believe that I'm joking.)

benedict: =) jiasheng is cute

>> Uhm people, that tag was by me. Isn't it obvious.

benedict: OMFG WAD A GAY IMPOSTER OF ME . -.-

>> Sorry. I couldn't resist xP

Samuel: hehe. i'm sorry

>> Huh?

Yao Nian: Oh that was Samuel?

>> I am not Samuel. That was egoist me. End of story.

Samuel: me? then? ._. HAHAHA // why dont u need help? xD are u like. angrie or u think i'm proud or wad

>> I seriously don't know what that kid is talking about.

zongxian: im a councillor too youknow

>> But you hate it! So there! I'm helping you vent.

Junyang: JIASHENG!!!! I NID THE ENGLISH LETTER WRITING THE STARTING!!! I NID HELP!!! PLS SEND ME THANKS

>> I thought it was supposed to be handed in. Well get it from ben.

QIFANN: erm, feeding bananas to each other? yuck =/ it sounds disgusting. you know what i mean ><

>> Let me quote: "To the evilth, nothing is under God's grace and everything shalt be evilth also." -Jiashengism Bible, passage x-y+a

qiqi: 27 dresses was cool. : D

>> I have to agree xP

signed, jiasheng

11:23 AM

... I cannot believe I'm back after 10 minutes.

Well mainly because I've just read the SMB. And stuff comes to mind. Though technically I should just edit my previous post and add in the content, but hey I like to cheat.

Re: Survey on Sec 3 camp options
From: Tok Aik Lin 25-01-08

To: All Sec 3

Dear gentlemen,
We are trying to conduct a survey to assess on the number of pupils
who will be interested to go for camps this year.
Please respond accordingly.

The camps that we have for Sec 3s are as follows:

1) 8-9 days Leadership Training Camps to Outward Bound Sabah
(May & August)
You have to be nominated by your respective consortiums and CCAs
teachers to be eligible for it. Partially subsidized by school)

2) 5-day Outward Bound Singapore (OBS) (May)
Overseas Scholars who have just joined HCI in Sec 3 + those who
missed OBS at the end of Sec 2 due to short term MC

3) Non-China Camps (May)
7-day Gunung Tahan, West Malaysia (around $470)
5-day Canoe Camp, Singapore ($200)

4) Non-China Camps (November, after year end exams)
10-day Outward Bound Australia (Perth) (around $2560)
11-day Outward Bound India (Rishikesh) (around $2530)

Please click as follows:

'A' - going for Beijing Satellite Campus Programme
'B' - If you missed OBS in Sec 2 due to short term MC
'C' - Interested in going for Gunung Tahan Camp in May
'D' - Interested in going for OB Australia in Nov
'E' - Interested in going for OB India in Nov

Please type "Canoe Camp" in the response box if you are interested
to attend the 1-star canoeing camp.

Please check with your parents before you actually indicate your
preference. There will be a parents' letter with an option form
which will be issued to you later for the formal option to be
indicated.

Thank you.

Regards,
Mr Tok
I cannot decide! Let's try to do this with the method of elimination.

1) Leadership camp.

I can't, for the love of life, bring myself to go to a leadership camp. Though officially all camps are supposed to promote leadership and the like, leadership camps simply suck. They are going to bunch you together with unknown people and get you to do stupid stuff like feed bananas to each other to inculcate the so-called leadership skills in you.

Goodness, no thanks.

And that's not the worst part yet. The most horrible thing is that all the council freaks are going to join. Have I mentioned this before? I don't think so. The bottom line is that I hate council kids. Forget that the council is largely dysfunctional and everyone knows it. Forget that all they breed there are politically-correct students who revert into their monstrous selves without the presence of a teacher. Forget that council kids usually have great grades because they are going to grow up into oh so perfect individuals which I mildly envy but strongly scorn at. With council people along, I'll morph into my power-hungry leader type self because there will be no one to really lead (the irony) and I'll end up exhausted, spent and whispered at.

So leadership camps are out.

(Actually I just thought Sabah was ulu.)

2) OBS

That option is out, fortunately. But I really pity those people who have to spend time with the PRCs. (Fine I'm hypocritical and I hate them) They are so going to be lose in the cheenaspeak.

3) Non-China Camps (May)

YES IT'S NOT CHINA! YES! YES! But it's M'sia and S'pore. Chey.

The thing is that I'll probably be going for this. Because it's cheap. (Or moderate by my parents' standards). I enjoyed kayaking during OBS, which should be similar, but still. 5 days rowing?

I am so not going to Malaysia. My possessions would be stolen and I would have to pawn my clothes and return home naked, humiliated, cold and hungry. And I might get involved with a minister. So no thanks.

4) Non-China Camps (Nov)

YES I WANT TO GO TO AUSTRALIA. Or even India is fine. Out of SEA.

My parents would kill me. I would beg and borrow and steal, and I will go to Australia.

Jiasheng's improbable dream.

***

So tell me, what would it be?

Please kindly suggest something.

***

Speaking of suggestions, the PSB has churned out rather interesting news.

Re: 1F CMC Meeting
From: FAN JUN WEI 27-01-08


Dear CMC of Class 1F,
When should our next meeting be? Hope that the chairman will
organise a meeting soon as we have much to discuss. Also, will An
Jian please tell us more about the Scavenger Hunt?
I see the sec1s have really treated HCI as their second home, and the system their first tagboard. I expect to see juicy sarcastic comments, before it gets deleted anyway.

I love these comments:

can u pls TAKE THIS AWAY? b4 u get ridiculed or sth.


Sec 1 i may sound bully and very mean. But this is not the place to post such messages. I hope you don't mind what others say when they see such a message being posted in the Suggestion Board. You should post this in a class blog or a class forum. You will get scolded by VERY MEAN SENIORS if you do such things. I suggest you quickly remove this to prevent further scolding. Trust me, cause i was scolded before


The PSB is not a portal for you to send messages to your classmates! The name, "Pupil's Suggestion Board" means that you post to suggest certain things, and not to communicate between one another! I am very very shocked by what this year's Sec 1s are doing. First a test, and now this? Last year, not 1 Sec 1 did something as stupid as this. I request immediate deletion of your message!

You have redefined PSB.

wtf

o.O New Sec 1s seem to treat PSB like their home.

I am truly amazed.


Yes, An Jian will tell you more about the Scavenger Hunt. Thank you for you suggestion. (:

Yay for HCI Spirit.

***

Re: RE: Tests Right After CNY
From: CHUA MAN TONG 26-01-08


 
Dear Mr. Hon, Deputy Principals, Deans, Teachers and fellow students,

Chinese New Year is a festival to visit relatives, as well as
celebrate. I am sure that all of you people want to have fun during
the festival and not thinking about tests.

For my class, we are having quite a number of tests the week, the
day right after CNY. Most of our relatives are in Singapore but for
some of us. including me, may be going overseas(e.g. Malaysia) to
visit our relatives as one of our parents, or even both were from
Malaysia. We need to travel there maybe by coach, by car or even by
plane(Some of us only). This may take up a lot of our study time,
and the amount of time spent in visiting our relatives may take very
long. Most of our families consists of many people.

Although CNY is a time to celebrate, I think that most of us will
feel stressed up knowing that our test is the day after CNY. The
Class Test is counted in the Final year results as well as our Term
MSG.

So, I will offer some suggestions:

1. Postpone the tests to a later date.

2. Class tests can be put forward.

3. Do more assignments in class instead of having a class test.

Thank you.

Endorsed by:
2K02
2K04
2K16
2K12
2K17
I love this kid. But sadly, this means just more mugging during the CNY period, or slacking and having quality time with your family, then proceeding to failing all the cramped up tests and falling down the rungs of the social ladder and becoming a burden to your family.

Have fun choosing.

***

Re: Opening of Staff Room Side Doors
From: LEE JUN YI EDMUND 24-01-08


Good day one and all. 

For those in Sec 2, 3 and 4, I'm sure you all might have already read
this message before.

Despite posting this suggestion up last year, this problem has yet to
be rectified.

For those who have yet to read it, please continue.

I am sure that many of us has experienced difficulty when it comes to
entering thethe staff room via the side doors, even after 1.30pm. (The
side doors I am referring to are those from the Ortus Room, and from
the Secondary 3 block).This results in students "camping" outside the
staff room door just waiting for a soul to walk out of the staff room
and open the door, or a teacher to come by to unlock the door for us.
This is of great inconvenience to many. Since it was initially
promised that doors should be opened, might as well open the doors
from 1.30pm to 2.30pm!

I have read some of the responses last year. I will list them here.

"How will the door is going to be opened?" I get the point that the
main door can be left open because it can be held there. This does not
apply to the side doors which cannot be held in position. As such, I
propose 2 possible solutions.

1. Use a doorstopper
2. Disable the magnetic holding system during that period of time?

"By leaving doors open, you waste even more aircon.."

I know that we have to be environmentally conscious. Hence, I would
say the second suggestion of disabling the magnetic system would be
more viable since the door can still be kept close and prevent aircon
from leaking out. Win-win situation!

Also, I have an addition to the suggestion. The Sec 4s, on some days,
have their recess at 12.40pm to 1.20pm. (on two days for me). This
means that I will be unable to meet my teachers on two days. Instead,
is it plausible to open the doors too during this time period?
(specifically tues and thurs).

I personally do not think its a hard suggestion to implement, but it
creates much convenience for all. Please look into it.

Thank you!

Endorser(s):
Yap Hock Xiang, 4I3

Fair enough. Click A. Submit.

***

Re: 12 helpers needed for Sec 3 PTG on 15 Feb 2008
From: Jacqueline Kee-Chua 27-01-08

To: Class 3P2

To all Sec 3 CMC members as well as CSE scholars,
... don't you just love the elitism.

Okay I will flame CSE people later xP no offense to my friends there.

signed, jiasheng

10:50 AM

I feel very guilty because I've slacked off the weekend and now it's Sunday already.

Yesterday was Chen's birthday and the corec went out and dine and catch a movie (strangely, with Chen footing the bills).

We watched 27 Dresses =) another Hollywood production with cheesy plots and saccharine endings. Oh wells. It wasn't that bad.

Kay I really have nothing to say. So you've just wasted 5 minutes here, sorry. I'm off to homework. Or procrastination. Guess which?

signed, jiasheng

Thursday, January 24, 2008
6:06 PM

//Warning: emo. But it's better than nothing right.

I've been feeling out of sorts lately. Maybe the frustration and stress (which is non-existent, compared to some people) has finally gotten to the head and poof! an instant mental case.

I know I'm slow at updating this. This week has passed especially fast and I had a lot to blog about, but it's either I'm too caught up in work to blog when I have the inspiration, or when I face the empty rectangle but suddenly my attention drift away.

This morning I went to the Hwa Chong Clock Tower. In all my hwachong life I've only been able to access till the second storey because the actual clock tower itself is locked. The stupid rumours and ghost stories were pretty corny and lame, but here's the popular one: there was a maintenance man who went up to fix the clocks and mysteriously died in there, so from then on the superstitious principal kept the place out of bounds.

Anyway, for some reason the clock tower was open again. I saw a couple of people went up so I thought that I should go and take a look, too. It's my third year into HCI, after all. I want to see how it is. Besides, they might lock it up again. So I'll grab my chances.

The time was around 6.30am. The sky is very much the same colour as it was at 10pm. That is, dark. I tried the third level door. The last time I tried it was locked. Not now - it opened easily.

A breeze blew past. I was quite high up, after all. It led to this sub-roof of pipes and fans. There was another a door which connected to the main staff arch of the clock tower.

I opened that short double door. It was unlocked, but it was also dark. The orange flood lights shone from the door to the most amazing architecture I've seen in HCI.

A spiral staircase.

Hwachong didn't have a spiral staircase. At least not in the high school section. I know NY library had one, but I've only been there once.

It was a very narrow staircase, so that only one person can walk on each step at a time. The steps are high, and looking up, the staircase extends a fair distance vertically too. It looked pretty sturdy though - a reasonably white metal. There were very intricate designs on it. Flowers and vines - it was a tree up into the dark. I stared up again. The gloom did not seem inviting.

I chickened out.

I went back to the band room and got Huiyao and Jeremy to accompany me. Actually, Huiyao was more like wanting to go and we just went along. On the way he talked about transparent flying babies and stuff but the company was reassuring.

We climbed up the staircase, precariously, to the level below the clock. The view was obscured by the flood lights but it was pretty windy already. The staircase extended up. Huiyao and Jeremy didn't want to continue because it seemed pretty dark, but I wanted to. For me it seemed like the journey wasn't complete. So they went down and I continued the hike.

The next floor was dark - it was clock level where the 4 discs faced their respective direction. I switched on my camera flash and continued.

In the end I reached the top level. A strong, constant gust of wind blew. The ledge wasn't high and I could fall off if I leaned over too far off. I had never been a fan of heights. In fact I was pretty much acrophobic and I wondered if I would suffer a panic attack and be stuck up here.

What a stupid thought, I thought.

The sky was not getting any brighter and I sniffled. The view was quite scenic with the distant lights. But there was no one with me to comment on how high we are, or make stupid jokes and laugh loudly at the peak of this school.

So I went down. Counting the steps. Eighteen. The second floor. Twenty-one. The last long flight. Forty-four.

I stood in the dark for a while, somehow challenging the ghosts. But there was no bloody maintenance man nor transparent flying babies after all. I know the most haunting ghosts are never out there - they all linger in me and wait for darkness to descend upon my heart to come out.

signed, jiasheng

Sunday, January 20, 2008
3:24 PM

Yesterday I went on one of my mad cycling sprees again. My brother and I started cycling from around 12am to about 5am.

At first I wanted to go to Seletar Reservoir, but in the end we were too tired and just left our bikes at Yishun MRT and went home by train because we were just dead beat and my bro has to work at 1am.

It was a nostalgic trip. I went back to the vicinity of my old house at Yishun. I moved in early 2004 to TP. We cycled around the Chong Pang, where my kindergarten used to be.

I said, "Remember that old maze?"

My brother replied, "what maze?"

"I can't believe you forgot about it. The one we pass by when we return from kindergarten."

"We went to different kindergartens, remember."

"Oh yeah."

"Well I want to see it. Take me to it."

We got lost for a while - it was so long ago.

"Remember the time when we cycled Minmin (what we call our sister) home?"

"Oh yes. Unforgettable."

"It was the funniest thing ever. It was raining and we were all wet; we were just 8 and 10 right. And Minmin was 4. We were lost and wet and cold, you were lost and we were following you. Minmin was crying. I think we cycled around Yishun, lost for 4 hours until we finally got home."

We both laughed.

"Then we got screwed up by Mum."

"It was Dad's fault anyway. He told us to fetch Minmin."

"But it was seriously funny; you were lost; I was lost; Jiamin was crying..."

We laughed again.

"Where exactly is that maze?"

"I don't know. I've not been here for a long time. Remember? The fruit maze with all the bananas printed on the walls. You're the one who taught me how to walk through it - looking at the ground where people have stepped on it and no grass grew. "

"Really."

"The walls are probably like waist-high to us now. They used to be so tall. Oh - I think it's around here. Oh. God. They tore it down."

I parked my bike. All that was left was a rude pile of soil and mud. I stepped over the red-white tape gingerly and traced the still visible route.

"It's so sad..."

My brother followed suit. He simply stared it at for a while.

"Where do we go next?"

"Our old house, I guess."

"I wonder if the hill is still there."

"I suppose so. I mean, how can they tear down a hill? Like they did to the maze."

"Yeah.. I miss my microscope."

"Oh the super posh one right. Uncle bought it for you. You were always the eldest grandson who got everything. I always had your leftovers."

"Yeah."

"The one where you could cut off a fly's leg. I think we broke a lot of the glass pieces thingy. I never got to play with it. It was so exclusively yours. As a child I felt so shadowed by you."

"But now the situation's reversed. You're the one who asks for a lot of things."

"True. Perhaps it's some sort of compensation."

I had always felt bitter - why was my brother always getting the better things?

"Our flat."

The last time I've been there, it was during Granddad's funeral last year. The void deck was a place we used to play games as children. Hide and Seek, tag, whatever. You name it, you got it.

"There used to be a swallow's nest right. There."

"No, there. You always got the wrong place. And you're still getting it wrong now."

"Haha. Yeah. This wall. You smashed into it."

My brother had rode his bike straight into the wall. I remember the blood streaming down his face. I remember shouting for help, and my father carrying Bro back to the flat, furiously dabbing cream on the wound above his eye. There's still a scar on his eyebrow.

"As a child I used to wonder if a lot of people had smashed into walls like my brother. They all got the scar on their eyebrow. I wonder why."

"Yeah."

"Now I often think who's living in our flat now. Breathing the air we used to breathe."

My brother rolled his eyes. I looked up to the ninth floor, the corner unit. The light was switched off.

"Someone used to wave me goodbye from that window. I forgot who."

"Probably Dad."

"Wanna go down the Super Slope?"

The Super Slope was a slope which my brother and I used to ride our bikes down. It was a long slope all the way down and as children, we thought it was the coolest and fastest way down.

Now we rode down it again. It didn't seem that super anymore. It seemed rather puny actually.

"It feels different."

"Yeah. Not so fast. This is nothing compared to the Thomson Road slope."

"Exactly. Ha. Kids..."

"I can finally do the no-hands thingy." My brother raised his hands up, his handlebars handless.

"My bike has a poor balance - can't do i-"

CRASH.

"Be careful!" I yelled.

My brother stumbled and fell. I rushed and picked him up. He shrugged my arm off.

"I'm okay."

I waited for him to fix his gears, which collapsed when the bike toppled.

"I was always the one who told you to be careful. You're always the daredevil." I said, a little grudgingly.

"Yeah."

"And you always got me into trouble. You never got into trouble."

I hated, hated for my brother for that.

My brother was silent, concentrating on the oily gears.

"Everything is so different. And yet some things stay forever. I didn't want to move. I loved the house. It was big and spacious and I had so much fun there. I think I had a happy childhood."

"Really."

"One of my greatest regrets was I never got to bid everything goodbye. I accompanied Mum to the new house. In the end when I returned for a final time, everything was gone. I felt like crying, but what's there to cry about? The emptiness of it all? It was a hollow sadness. And I still feel that sadness sometimes."

"I'm tired."

"Me too."

"Let's go home."

"We'll take the MRT. Too bad we have to leave our bikes here."

"Hopefully it wouldn't get stolen."

We sat down on the floor in the train and slept. When I woke up, it was one stop before TP.

I shook my brother awake.

"I'll walk home. You take the bus."

"Okay."

And so I walked home. The sky was lightening. The beautiful thing about dawn is that from night to day, every view of the transition is awe-inspiring.

I'm on the right track, I told myself. And smiled. That was all I needed to know.

signed, jiasheng

Saturday, January 19, 2008
1:49 PM

I quote:

Re: Hwa Chong Institution Annual Cross Country Meet 2008
From: Han Zhong Jian 18-01-08

To: All Students

Dear students,

The Hwa Chong Institution (High School) Annual Cross-Country Meet
2008 will be on the 26th Feburary 2008, Tuesday.
This year's meet will take place in school and the running route
distance is 4.3km.
I've attached a copy of the Rules and Regulaions, Programme Sheet
and Map of the running route onto this message.
Please download and view it.

The organising committee hopes that all of you will prepare
yourselves for the meet and enjoy the run.

The Safety Brief will be attached separately onto another SMB message
(to be posted next week) titled 'Cross-Country Safety Brief'.
All students are expected to download the presentation and view it.

Please do not hesitate to speak to any PE teachers if you need any
advice or help in the matter.
Thank you.

Regards,
Mr. Han Zhong Jian
Goodness. The Singapore Government, beware! Hwachong is giving obvious clues of a political coup! It's referring to itself as a "Country"! Imagine that! Hwa Chong Country! Singapore would be ruled by communists!

***

I also quote:


6. There would be 4 categories for staff:

1) Male ≥ 35 years old

2) Female ≥ 35 years old

3) Male < 35 years old

4) Female < 35 years old

I would love to see Benjamin Lee participating. Say, I wonder which category? And which of the female teachers would pass themselves off as < 35 years old. And of course, how T.B.B will be in a dilemma deciding the female or male category.

signed, jiasheng

12:58 PM

Report status on Purple Socks:

No male teacher spotted with such combination, yet. J. Lim wears brown pants but brown shoes. Other male teachers have strong tendencies to wear black pants and shoes.

Investigation continues.

signed, jiasheng

Thursday, January 17, 2008
8:32 PM

//EDIT: Tag replies

benedict: heyy =)
>> Heys back.

Yao Nian: haha! Gideon "WHY WHY IS JIASHENG HERE I WANT TO HELP." May want to change full stop to exclamation mark.
>> I thought that would capture the subtle tone of subdued but painfully obvious desires. Gideon is that kind of stifled person.

Junyang: hello :D. Oh hah anw how long u spend to write those longggggggggggggg posts?
>> I answered that question before to someone else and now I'm ignoring him. For life. Mmmm should I answer.

qifann: a passion best deemed fickle. can't put it any better. :)
>> Thank you =) I know you'd agree.

//End edit.


I feel so ashamed of myself. I didn't do much work last night I was supposed to finish my sakubun, doing IH ace and stuff. But I didn't. Instead I went to sleep because outdoors depleted my energies.

Okay I shall now skip the emo stuff and declare myself freer today! Because my piano's cancelled (Poor Susan. Get well soon!) and I have time to blog and slack around for a while.

Today started on a disturbing note because I hid in the loo during the reading period (please don't ask me why) and I was stoning in my cubicle, flipping Time when someone went into the neighboring cubicle.

Then the groans started.

Like, at first it was like, "uuuhhhh." I raised my eyebrows and continued reading about Hilary Clinton. Then they got more frequent and urgent.

Like "uuhhh uhhh uhhh. uhhhhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhhh. uhhh! uhhh! uh."

(I could have sworn it was morse code but I really don't want to know.)

Now I was (I'm embarrassed to say it) morbidly interested. In fact I was arrested by a deep sense of curiosity which compelled me to.... peek.

Later, I would remember that Tan Chee Whatever told us that peeping was a major disciplinary case. But why the hell am I mentioning this?

HEY. I did not stoop that low (pun very intended). I merely lowered my gaze down to the precarious gap between the partition and the floor. In fact, I didn't even meant to peek. That person's shoe came poking into my cubicle territory and I had no choice but to watch.

(Meanwhile, the uhhhs continue.)

The shoe was leather. Black. There was a silver G emblazoned on it. The design wasn't very intricate, just your average normal male teacher wear. Definitely not Krison. I could see part of his purple socks. (Yes, purple. I believe teachers can wear any socks they want when they wear long pants, just like the sec 4s). I could also see a little part of the leg of his disgusting brown long pants (not beige).

I tried to make out some shadows, but they weren't very clear. Purple Socks continue groaning, in pleasure/relief/pain.

I quickly exited the place.

Now, now. What exactly was Purple Socks doing in that cubicle? Hmmmmm. I wonder.

We shall be critical and list down the possibilities.

1) He was masturbating.
2) He was masturbating.
3) He was masturbating.
4) He was masturbating.
5) He was masturbating.

I pledge that from now onwards I will keep a lookout for male teachers who wear black leather shoes with silver Gs and brown pants and purple socks. Readers, keep an eye out for updates.

signed, jiasheng

Wednesday, January 16, 2008
2:24 AM

Thanks for the tags. I never thought a flame would attract taggers. Hmmmm.

Bo Dong: quick! erase all evidence of these messages before the school decides to censor this blog!
>> I will uphold freedom of speech! =) And you're like linking your blog so if they decide to close this blog down they most probably would do the same to yours.

dejun: ya lor :/
>> Again, I politely and gentlemanly refuse xP

Yao Nian: The school will never censor this blog. It'll be their loss. And wow maybe we'll see your reply tomorrow at assembly! Agreed with the self-proclaimed "gentleman". I hardly, or never, have ever seen a true hwachong "gentleman". Most are for show. Of course, you just happen to be at the wrong place and wrong time when you're gentlemanly.
>> Actually, they would if they can. If they can. Mmmm maybe gentlemen come included with a free mask, while stocks last.

Samuel: lol nvm. hoho ur entrie is farnie XD
>> Reallie? Ieppie! o.o

Well today's post is about band practice.

I was so going to get screwed by Leng, a thousand times over. I was panicking half the day before band prac. I was thinking about it during reading period. I was thinking about it during P.E. when we ran 5 rounds around the terraces. I was thinking about it when Peter couldn't set up the video successfully. I was thinking about it when Lee Lao Shi talked about some crippled author with a mother who has liver cancer.

The only time I didn't think about it was during IHC and IHE because I was too engrossed with IHC lesson and how Ms Loh from IHE can wear the same blouse belt combination from last week.

I digress.

Band prac was strict and quiet. The air had thickened and coagulated into a solid block so we were all suffocating. Bufan was stiff. He kept doing the same thing again and again. It seemed like he would never be satisfied.

(Yes I purposely composed the last three sentence to make it sound waaaay wrong.)

In the end Mrs. Lai saved my life by asking for volunteers. Zongxian and I jumped at the opportunity. Hey! It's not my fault. I calculated wisely that my juniors need more practice, so, ahha, ahha, I went to the outdoor bandroom to help with the furniture.

In fact we didn't do much. We just sort of drew weird floorplans and watched the handymen do their assembly work and commented on the weather.

Me: (I'mgoingtogetscrewedbyleng)infinity this weather is really not contributing to my mood. (It was cloudy and dark and ominous outside.)

Zongxian: It's predicting Leng's mood. And he haven't even came yet.

Me: So it's like only a forecast.

Then Gideon arrived. He was supposed to go to SALT for practice, but his whole body language was like, "WHY WHY IS JIASHENG HERE I WANT TO HELP."

Is it just me, or does Gideon remind people of a Children's Encyclopedia? Like, big and easy to read?

(I am not being mean here. Just stating facts. I recapitulate, I love Gideon just like you people do.)

After 15 minutes Gideon appeared again, declaring a crisis. We're supposed to know the (I feel stupid typing this) HongBao songs by 4.30. Otherwise, we will be kicked out of the performance. I wasn't so worried about me, since the songs are pretty easy, but my juniors are like seniorless so I asked Gideon to help me with them.

(In the end wq came so. Mmm. Gideon didn't get to serve the greater good.)

The whole band prac with Leng was horrible. I'm expressing the general opinion. I personally believe, that the reason why people dislike band pracs with Leng punishing us by doing squeezed up push-ups, is because it's drastically different.

Though I agree with Huiyao. The band would play much much better with discipline.

Anyway, then Edwin peptalked us again! I can't believe this. This major had officially exceeded his peptalked quota (not that it's really a bad thing). Keep it up and he'll be Ernest the II.

Edwin asked, "Raise up your hand if you play in the band because you love band."

Trite, I say. I didn't raise my hand. I looked around and saw all the people who did. And I did feel a little sad for myself.

Later, on MSN, Edwin told me he was surprised I didn't raise up my hand. I pondered over it. Do I love band? In another time, another me, probably. But too much had happened. Do I hate band? No.

But when someone, just like Edwin, asks me if I love band, I cannot agree. Somehow, it doesn't equate. Funny thing was, I always did volunteer and do what he told me to. Most of the time. And often out of my responsibility.

I said to him, "Edwin, you're a good person. That's one of the reasons why I do things for you that I don't give a damn for other people."

Actually, I don't even know why I do stuff for him.

I guess when people get to feel as old as me (note that I said feel), love is simply a passion that is best deemed fickle.

But pretty ironic that the person on the band photo doesn't love band.

Oh wells. At least I'm honest with myself.

signed, jiasheng

Tuesday, January 15, 2008
3:57 AM

I quote:

Re: Are Hwa Chong students not 'Gentlemen' enough?
From: JARED KOH QIANXIN 10-01-08



Hi teachers and students,

I am Jared Koh from Sec 2C.

This scenario is told with all due respects to all gentlemen.

Recently, I was waiting at the bus stop and the bus arrived. Getting
up, I prepared to board.

At that moment, a Nanyang girl (Sec 3 this year) happened to arrive.

Both of us paused at the entrance as we both reached there at about
the same time.

I ushered her in with my hand signal and she obliged.

Just then, there were two students (maybe Sec 2 or 3) queuing up
behind me. They exclaimed between themselves 'Wah!'.

Seeing such actions, I am disappointed. As Hwa Chong students, trained
to be gentlemen, these little acts should not be seen as awkward.

Furthermore, the school strongly encourages us to serve the ladies.
Hwa Chong even goes to the extent of calling us 'gentlemen', unlike
NYGH which still address them as 'girls'.

I always thought that Hwa Chong is a school that is brimming with
gentlemen, but today I am duly disappointed.

Here are some suggestions that I think of:

- Start practicing to be a gentleman at home, like waiting on our
mothers and sisters before meals.

- We can also practice while in school, like holding the door for our
teachers before they enter our class.

- For 'braver' gentlemen, you can allow all girls to board the bus
then you follow, even though you may not find a seat by then.

As you can see, I do not support PCME lessons as it only touches our
surfaces, not our hearts. So, my suggestions are to strike right into
the core of our 'gentlemanliness'.

Just a charge for all of you- Unlock your 'gentlemanliness'. You do
not stop being a gentleman just because your friend is standing next
to you and may laugh at you.

I hope to see a more 'gentleman' Hwa Chong Institution.

And also:

Re: The Lost Gentlemen of the Chinese High School
From: JONATHAN WONG 14-01-08


I write this as a reply to Jared's post, from the point of view of an ex-student come back to repay his debt to his school.

Jared, brave soul that you are, I salute you. Well done, and keep it up. I too am disappointed at what you have described, and deplore the situation that our beloved school has fallen to. When I graduated in 2003 from this school, it was well-known for the quality of its gentlemen and their conduct more than its academic results. Sure we always ranked second behind that other Institution, but always, we were the first in the quality and integrity of our graduates. And we were proud of it. .

In those days, it was still common to see doors being opened for teachers. What has happened to it since? I have come back to a pale shadow of my alma mater where conduct is involved. Is it so difficult to be courteous to the opposite sex that you must attempt to shame and tease those of us brave enough to do so? To those of you who did so, shame on you. It is you who deserve the excoriation for your behaviour. We are gentlemen, and we shall behave as gentlemen. To come back and see so many of you turned into boors and louts, irreverent, defiant, rebellious, all things you should know better than to become, pains me, and strikes me to the core of what I may presume to call my gentlemanliness. .

I agree with Jared, that gentlemanliness begins from home. Though your choice of words was somewhat inappropriate, yet the sentiment behind was noble and clear enough. To those of you too shallow to understand that, and who merely replied to take issue with his choice of words, I can only blush to see how far Chinese High gentlemen have fallen in the years since my time.

And if it came to that, anyway, is there any embarrassment or outrage in waiting upon your mothers, if not your sisters also, and yes indeed, in waiting upon your entire family? Serving up food to your family at mealtimes is only right. You are a member of the family after all, and will one day come out to work to do your part to support them. Why should you not do your part to prepare the meals for your family? Those of you who expressed outrage at having to 'wait on' the ladies of your family, do you mean to tell the world, as you have in your responses, that you are just a Mouth at home, sitting at the table and waiting to be fed? Do you leave everything to your maids, then? Have you hands, have you legs? Are you your father's son?

On the point of mothers. These are the noble ladies who have borne you for nine months and borne with you for thirteen to sixteen years more still. These are the women who have gone through agony incomparable to bring you into the world in a blaze of pain, joy, relief and exhaustion. Can we, as men, ever repay them for what they have done for us? Can we even begin to comprehend the pain and suffering they have endured for our sakes or from us? The sleepless nights they went through to nurse us and assure us they were there when we cried? The scraped knees, the teachers' complaints, the rebellions, can you understand every nuance and swelling of worry and anxiety they have endured for your sakes? Is it so hard then to 'wait on' them as perhaps the most inredible and important person in our lives and families, inadequate repayment as it is for the efforts they have put in for us?

Those of you outraged at the idea of 'waiting on' your mothers, shame on you, I say! You have not only exposed yourselves as pretentious nitpickers quibbling over semantics and technicalities to avoid the main issue which you do not dare to face, but furthermore as UNFILIAL children, unworthy of the education that your parents are trying their best to provide you here at the Chinese High School, a betrayal of all that you should stand for, both as a student of the Chinese High School, and as an Asian with all the obligations that your native heritage entails. Your education here isn't cheap, and yet here you are, because your parents believe the school is the best they can do for you, the crowning glory of the sacrifices they have done for your throughout your life so far. Is this the gratitude you would show them, young gentlemen?

Being a gentleman is not only a way of life, a set of hand signals and gestures and kind smiles to ladies. It is a whole moral code. To those of you who cannot even understand this, how can you hope to be an upright member of the society you belong to, a credit to yourself and the organisations you may belong to in future?

I agree with Jared too, on the holding of the doors for teachers. In my time that was the smallest of deeds we could do for them, he3 zu2 gua4 chi3. Why is it such a chore now? Will it kill you to do so? Instead of rushing off to class, overtaking your teacher along the way just so you can get in before he/she does so you don't have to do any door-opening, why do you not instead walk with him/her, offer to carry his/her load, and open the door for them? They already know you are not on time for class anyway; you passed them on the way. So why don't you just help them since you're already next to them?

On Jared's point on letting girls have the seats, perhaps there is no real need to go to that extent, after all they are the same age as you and are just as fit as you are. Perhaps there is some over- fixation on our fairer neighbours across the road. But if you are really and truly a brave and unabashed gentleman, why don't you give up the seats to the elderly, the pregnant, the disabled, those who really and truly would need those seats? Think about it, for those seeking to be attached: girls like gentlemen better because they know their men will care for them and be considerate for their every need. Is going 'wah' going to impress them? More, is staying in your group and teasing the individuals who dare strike out on their own and be courteous going to ever help you to get to know female friends, who are going to feel more threatened and 'freaked out'with your behaviour than with the gentleman's?

Young gentlemen of the Chinese High School, start today, and become the gentleman that you really can be. You are an embarrassment now, to my eyes at least, and undoubtedly to many others, your teachers included. A frank, unadulterated embarrassment. Many of you, particularly the older ones who actually manage to be worse-behaved than the younger ones you are supposed to be a role model to, do not deserve to wear the uniform at all based on your conduct. It's time to change that. Stop being so cynical about things. You have brains, and the country knows that. Can you, DARE you show that you also have a heart? Without it you are just merely an object for pity, derision and contempt, a person who thinks he knows everything but doesn't know just how much he doesn't know. With both you are a leader of men, a pillar of society, a role model that others aspire to, a respected individual well worthy of respect, a successful individual in the human, moral sense of the word at least, if not more. Which would you rather be?


***

I didn't reply to the first message, but I did to the second:

"Isn't this supposed to be a suggestion board? I have the feeling I'm
reading an molestation charge. It's accusatory, it's full of
exclamation marks and capped words (you know you should stop reading
when you see these), worse, it's a blatant generalization. "

Normally I don't care about HCI's meaningless squabbles, but yes, I feel insulted by stupid seniors who usually have no sense of the present. But anyway, since I'm here, and I've given up on doing pragmatic work, let us just comment on the two scandalous messages.

At that moment, a Nanyang girl (Sec 3 this year) happened to arrive.

Both of us paused at the entrance as we both reached there at about
the same time.

I ushered her in with my hand signal and she obliged.

Just then, there were two students (maybe Sec 2 or 3) queuing up
behind me. They exclaimed between themselves 'Wah!'. "

Hmmm I do wonder how you knew the girl was (sec 3 this year). Perhaps she (is underage and you took note of that.) Y'know, I can imagine how the scene played out. Unfortunately.

Gentlemanly boy meets (sec 3) girl.

Gentlemanly boy and girl stares momentarily at each other, as if falling in hot, carnal love.

Gentlemanly boy waves his hand up spastically (just like how Gideon did at the 10th Humanities Seminar, though no offense here. I love you Gideon), actually wanting to brush his hand over her luxurious hair. The girl mistook it as a sign of dismissal, so, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she got on the bus and was never seen again.

The two students behind (maybe sec 2 or 3) exclaimed between themselves.

"Wah! So gentlemanly leh!"

"No wait, see he's giving us the "shut-the-hell-up" look. He's not a gentleman lah."

"Tsk... Hwachong nowadays..."

***

I always thought that Hwa Chong is a school that is brimming with
gentlemen, but today I am duly disappointed
Oh dear, dear Jared. Hwachong full of gentlemen? Maybe you need to consider corrective eye surgery. Or lobotomy. The term "HC Gentlemen" is meant to be an oxymoron, dude.

- Start practicing to be a gentleman at home, like waiting on our
mothers and sisters before meals.
Waiting on my mother and sister? I'm sorry, but when you have around 2 thousand things (which will come to you in higher sec, worry not) to do right before and during and after dinner, you don't have the temper or thought to do these sort of things. You eat, then you leave. Have fun.
- We can also practice while in school, like holding the door for our
teachers before they enter our class
I hold doors for my teachers, by the way. Like what I did for Yap Shinn. Which his reaction was: Stare, then say, "Go back to your seat."
- For 'braver' gentlemen, you can allow all girls to board the bus
then you follow, even though you may not find a seat by then
Yay! I can imagine this.

"Girls! All the girls! Please get on the bus quick! Then the cute sec 2 boys can sit on your lap and be excited!"

But we should always consider the crowdedness of the bus. Every poor average bus-goer will know how packed the buses usually are, so actually, by getting the girls on first, there will be no space for the guys. Thus, we have to take another bus.

Thus, you're actually promoting homosexual relationships (12% of homosexual tendencies have roots on squeezy buses, where things tend to rub on other things. Source: Random keys on my keyboard.)
Here are some suggestions that I think of:
As you can see, I do not support PCME lessons as it only touches our
surfaces, not our hearts. So, my suggestions are to strike right into
the core of our 'gentlemanliness'
I conclude that HCI people have only a surface. Their hearts had been eaten alive by a certain Horny person.

***

Now for the obnoxious senior.

I absolutely loathe such comments. I don't really identify myself as a gentleman, because I always thought gentlemen were not supposed to bitch about other people (which I do), nor write satrical blogposts about vapid comments (which I'm doing now). The real gentlemen just nod politely and keep quiet.

But I do suppose I'm more of a gentleman than others. I try to be a good person. And this is the type of messages that make me want to stop my good boy streak and be a full-fledged arsonist and rapist-cum-murderer.

Baseline: It is not working. I don't care whether you are a gentleman or not. In my opinion you are not. Anyway, I don't care about your glory hwachong days - get a life. The past is over. I don't give a damn whether pupils used to open doors for teachers, or that you are what, disappointed and outraged. You are a poor misinformed little sad excuse of a senior.

And nobody, except my mother, talks to me about my mother.

My mother is a nice person. I agree. A noble woman. Sadly, I recognized that before you conceived the idea of gentlemanliness. I certainly do not need you to tell me that, hey, you know what, your mother is a noble person. You should wait on them.

My mother would say, "Just concentrate on your schoolwork and don't make me worry." Which ironically brings me to reading your rant. I feel unjust for my eyes.

Really, who are you to call me unfilial (and capitulate it. You misuse words). What is this generalization? Have HCI taught you nothing? You mean real gentlemen scream and shout on paper but maintain meek demeanors usually? I don't think so.

Whoever you are, I supplicate (despite my intense desire to stomp you flat), shut up. Your words are undeserving of my time.

Now disappear.

signed, jiasheng

Sunday, January 13, 2008
8:34 AM

The Kashiwa concert was so good that we hung our heads in shame and walked home on our knees.

Translation: They pwned us completely!

Weiqi was recording the songs secretly (though honestly I don't think they'll mind. It's that good.) and even if the audio quality is muffled and stuff, I could still hear the tongue! And every time they start the song, even if we were sitting like 200 metres above them, with chatty boys talking, their breathing was omg, audibly loud. It was like hearing a vacuum on high speed. I swear my clothes ruffled a bit.

Their gimmicks were indescribable. At one certain point I wished that I had more eyes than 2. I had to look around because they were so many things to see. It was sensory overload. It was (this is the appropriate word to describe it) orgasmic.

Like they had korean fans (not the maple variety), korean clothes, lots of korean stuff (which makes you kinda wonder since they're Japanese), plus all the wonderful head swirly thingies (which you have to take Ecstacy in order not to puke halfway.)

Weiqi was laughing at the opening speech when the Japanese director spoke. I looked at weiqi and started grinning.

Weiqi (trying to gag himself): Don't make me laugh!
Me: *says nothing, but trying in vain not to laugh too*
Qfnn (at the other side of me): You two are supposed to Japanese students right.
Me: Exactly *laughs*

The Shamisen Solo (huh? shamisen and solo just don't go together.) was super long and we (being cultured young gentlemen of HCI) were all wondering when it would all end. It didn't help when Huiyao suggested Teezhuo could go down and play it since it was all monkish.

Bo Dong: They could have grabbed anyone from the coffee shop and got the misfortunate uncle to play it. For all we know, that man down there was sipping coffee an hour ago.

In the end it was all very touching with the 'Home' and 'Furusato'. I was perfectly fine to leave with such a sentimental touch, until the obligatory (I meant compulsory) encore started.

Then they played the encore.
Then they played the encore.
Then they played the encore.
Then they played the encore.

They played it four times. As in 4 encore pieces.

It was fun. But kinda weird. Maybe in Japan encores come in 4.

As we left we saw Mr. Chiang. I didn't know he was attached. But heh heh. Such a loving couple. Then wq, qfnn and I walked all the way to Raffles Place, took one stop (and wasted 45 cents) to City Hall to eat McDonalds.

qfnn started the HCI habit of messing up Mac's sauces and stuff. He dripped chili sauce on a straw.

Me: It looks like it was ejaculating.
wq: Blood.

After wq said blood, I choked on my fries and was helplessly laughing and choking with tears in my eyes. Apparently the other 2 didn't find it funny so they were like looking at me weirdly.

We MRTed home. Then at either Newton or Novena, X came in. At first I didn't recognize him, because he didn't wear dark-colored clothes. And I couldn't see his Crumpler. Then he turned around and looked at me with his signature stare and I knew, completely, that it was him.

That utterly spoiled my day.

I showed qfnn my drawing of him. Then when qfnn asked who was it, I just shrugged and put it back into my file. I mean, I couldn't have pointed out to him and say, Hey, look, it's this random person.

Never do things that you regret, people!

I got off at TP and bussed home, reaching home at 12 something. It was a blissful sleep.

***

Miraculously, I woke up at 6! Actually I woke up at 5 then went back to sleep. Then I emoed a while, then went to shower and went to school.

157 came. Normally I go up the deck when it's a double decker, but yesterday I just didn't feel like it. I kept thinking about coincidences. At the MacRitchie stop, X came down the deck and got off the bus. He didn't see me. But if he did, then he would have saw my expression of mixed shock and fatalism.

Coincidence.

Hmmmm.

Anyway, sectionals was super slack with memorizing songs and me taking spinning. Without much success. And oh. I dented my mouthpiece. I was spinning my instru and poof, the mouthpiece flew off. I was pretty cool about it and mentioned I was going to buy a new one anyway, but really I was pretty sad and emo. I knew it was going to be dented with my clumsiness anyway, but still I didn't expect it like that.

But really, I was planning to buy a mouthpiece anyway. In anticipation of such incidents.

-deleted-.

LOL. I bussed home from one interchange to another (Jurong to TP.)

It was a long ride home. I slept all the way.

signed, jiasheng

Thursday, January 10, 2008
9:16 PM

Homework:
Maths: Exercises - completed in school [X]
Physics: Worksheet
IHC: Worksheet
English: Read handout and write notes
Jap: Essay; WB pg 21, 21; prepare for matome quiz

What I want to do:
Do notes for: Jap; Chem;
Write Commonwealth Essay
Read HP notes that Yaonian is getting for me
Memorize scores
Sleep more
Do IHE ACE
Do Chinese ACE
Do IHC ACE
Prepare IDP presentation and rehearse with RJ and Josh asap

Words learnt today:
Perspicacity
Ratiocinate
Paradigm
Acrimonious
Operose

Miscellaneous:
Get maths file
Get maths notebook
Get Jap notebook
Claim money from mum
Get Stand Alone

signed, jiasheng

Wednesday, January 09, 2008
7:23 PM

I'll update! Fine? But I'm really, really not in the mood. And I have maths, physics, IHC and IHE homework. And I'm feeling really lousy now.

But. I will blog.

And I will attempt to be funny and witty and charming.

***

Monday! School was crapped up and I couldn't do the Jap homework because I've forgotten everything. My notes are with Bufan! I was panicking and glancing at my handphone in class, waiting for Jun Jie to reply me. Then Edwin's sms came.

Edwin: Wad time ur lesson end today?

I was like, oh no oh no, what saikang work did he have me now. Because when Edwin talks to me/chats on msn/smses me, the chance that he's asking for saikang work is 200 percent. He has a lousy track record.

The bad thing is I often end up agreeing. He's too lucky and I'm too stupid.

It turned out that he wanted me for band trials, which is the most time-wasting activity I could possible do (seeing that I have Jap homework to do). So I decided to be a complete ass and said I have 3rd lang. Halfway through multiplications my phone vibrated again.

Edwin: wad time u nid to leave ?

Me: Asap. (Yes I told you I was being an ass.)

Edwin was surprisingly patient (either that or he was swearing at me under his breath while smsing.)

Edwin: Wad time ur 3rd lang.

Like, oh noes. Now I can't lie. I was very tempted to, though.

Edwin: Can leave at 3.30? Or ask mingy4 to come

Cannnn. But mingyi also got 3rd lang. I was in a dilemma so I didn't reply until the period ended. Then Jun Jie's sms came through. His ohsomightyandelitist CSE would end at 3.20. Fine. Edwin is a lucky boy.

Y'know why I hate trials? First it's the word itself. I keep pronouncing it 'trail'.

Me: Blahblahblahblah trail blahbla-

Bryan: I thought it's 'trial'.

Me: Uh... well... depending whether you're British or Indian.

Bryan: Really? So which is British?

Me: The one I pronounced.

(By the way, for real pronunciations in British, Peter Gilbert never fails me. I mean. He's Brit, every inch of him. Except for his size. That's American.)

Also, the word 'trial' seems like some torture/obstacle/outdoor pracs/ debacle (all synonyms) or a horribly formalish legal proceeding.

Me: Hey! Are you a sec 1? Interested in band?

Enthusiastic sec 1: YES YES Y-

Me: You can stop now.

ES1: Okay. So what do I do?

Me: Hmmm. Let's see. First you run on the red-hot coals, then jump through the ring of fire into that freezing pool of liquid nitrogen. Then you get sued.

ES1: Okay okay! (Later reported missing in headline news. I bear no responsibility.)

Me: (to other sec1s) Hey! Are you a sec 1? Interested in band?

Them: ...not anymore.

At least he didn't get sued right. He'll enjoy his time in the liquid nitrogen, and when cryogenetics get advanced he'll live forever. He should thank me.

In the end only one person showed up. Some dude who's also in track. I can already imagine his attendance. It's going to look like a null matrix. But then again I shouldn't set my juniors' fate by tainting their reputation. Look at what someone did when I was sec 1 and how screwed my life is already.

Okay James you will succeed in band! =)

Jap was weird with the teacher - it's very quiet. Hagimoto sensei will just smile at you if you don't understand and repeat (about 39024234 times). Until you get the answer. I miss Chia sensei.

After 3rd lang I went to Bishan Library to study. There were disgusting RJC couples gropping each other. I was halfway through maths when I suddenly realized something was amiss. (No, not the couples.) I check the time. No clocks around. I feel from my handpho- eh? Where is it? And my wallet - oh. no.

I left it at MOELC! I crammed my worksheet into the file and rushed back. The sky was already dark by then. The gates were closing. I shouted at the guard.

"I left something here!"

It was really really dark. But I could still see the Indian guard. (I. am. not. racist.) He's the big burly man who asks for the MOELC pass even if the students don't even care about it. (We flash it at the gate and stuff it back into our bags even though we're supposed to wear it. I mean, who wants to wear that ugly thing around your neck?)

In the end, after seeing the head mistress, the guard, the janitor and some french teachers and relating my crisis, the janitor took the keys and helped me open the locked up places. I was afraid that I had lost them somewhere else, but luckily! They were there.

Some things I've learnt:

1) The Head Mistress is a nice person. (She offered to lend me money to go home.)
2) The security guard is an okay person. (He didn't. But he did get me some sweets from the office counter =))
3) MOELC is super dark at night. And very locked up. You can't get to the classrooms because there's the metal wall thingy.

***

Tuesday! Interesting day. I helped some HCIS dude. I was going back to the classroom from band with Derrick (the other band peeps were behind) and I passed by this person crouching on the slope floor at the multi-story carpark. I didn't notice anything else at first because that person looked conscious and in pain. I put my files down and asked him what was wrong. Then I noticed.

This guy was screwing his eyes up like he was giving birth. I looked down. Leaking from his pants was well.. excrement. Then out of the corner of my eyes I saw some of it down the slope - it seemed as if he've crawled up the slope and he pooped all over the place. Then - the smell! It wasn't intolerable, but if it clings to clothing - holy smokes. Anyway, I asked Derrick to get some help from the office and started asking the person what happened. He muttered something about food poisoning. He passed me his phone and I called his mentor.

Then the band people started streaming through the carpark. Now I must apologize to the band people. I shooed all of them away, like "Go back to class!". It must have been bad for me to just chase them away like that, because some of them wanted to help. But it was a big group and big groups tend to talk crap and do more harm than good. So. Yeah. My bad. And the dude really didn't need people watch him shit all over the place right.

Then Mrs. Khoo drove by.

My god, what was this, a freakshow? But it's Mrs. Khoo, and she's a concerned teacher. In the end she got some help and the office people came and I went back to class quietly.

I really pity the person. I wonder how is he now. I asked Mrs. Khoo the next day and she said they sent him to hospital. But she sounded somewhat half disgusted and half bemused, with her signature smirk. Maybe that's why I can't get myself to like her, really. She seems so - unreal. I can't say she's superficial, because she's definitely not, and as much as I hate to admit it, she's a good teacher. But I guess I will never like her.

Band was... surprising. I got a new mouthpiece.

Denis Wick 4AL. I want to post a picture but it's too shiny so y'know, there'll be exposure x) Me and wq are damn nervous about the new ones because they'll so nice and scratch-free. It's so stressful.

Mr. Leng: (holds up mouthpiece) I want it to look like this after 10 years.
Us: (mesmerized by the shininess of the mouthpiece) Oooohkay.
Mr. Leng: Have you seen my flute? After 10 years it looks like this.
Me: What? Your flute looks like a mouthpiece now?

After band prac wq and I went to Accent but we got lost and walked 2 bus stops back (thanks to my wonderful instructions). Accent was closed (insert 'argh' emoticon here). We took a bus back to HCI to catch 74, and before we alighted wq was saying:

wq: Alight here ar?
me: Actually we could get off anywhere. We could even get off at coro.
wq: Huh eating there ar.
me: No lar.
wq: So we alight here.
me: Yah.

See? We speak Singlish! Ohkay fine it's not the point. The point was after we alighted from 171 to the bus stop, 74 was pulling away from the stop. I was like, "STOP STOP STOP" to the amazement of onlookers but it went away anyway.

In the end we dinnered at AMK food court. At 9 something. We got Japanese (it's a bit duh, don't ya think). We got like Ebi and Teriyaki Chicken and shared the meal =) Like we shared it equally and we got 2 ebi and 4 pieces of chicken each xP

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Mmmm why did I take the cleaner's butt. Delicious ebi. (You should never have "butt" and "delicious" in two consecutive sentences.)


And we got the most pathetic tofu in the world.

We left at 9.40. I reached home 10 something. And I planned to do some homework so I set my alarm for 2 o' clock. I actually woke up! But it was a rainy night. So... y'know. I went back to sleep.

***

Today! Wednesday. Assembly was funny. Me holding indoor instru for outdoor prac was super duper uber tiring. I think I can train my arm with the indoor instrument, seriously.

I was sipping orange juice when I crossed the bridge to NY. Then I saw 157. I ran to the bin and threw the can away. Then scrambled to the bus through the muddy ground. And. Slipped. And. Fell. Hard. On the squishy, muddy, brown ground. My knee hurts. My bag got caked in mud. But the worst of all was the "Ooooh" from all the NJC people.

I picked up my specs which had fallen. My knee hurts. Ouch. Someone helped me up. Oh, 3 NJC people. The girls were like, "Are you okay? Do you need water?"

I looked down at my arms. The Thing looks pretty compared to this. I looked like I was having a mud facial, on my arms.

"Uh. It's okay. Don't waste your water."

"It's okay. They're NEwater." (Me: Huh. Smiles.)

"Ah. Okay. Thanks."

"Your knee too."

I looked down. My left knee was bleeding and a line of blood seeped down. Oh. Ouch.

In the end I thanked those people profusely and my blood flowed the same way and yeah. Samuel was the bus stop too and he was laughing and smiling all the way. More than I've ever watched him smile and laugh. Sadist.

Caleb and the very nice Zhenxiang got me some tissue. Thank you =) and sorry Zhenxiang for forgetting your name.

I also got the shock of my life when I saw X at the bus stop. I stared at him. He stared back. Then his bus came. I was thinking, "It's not possible. He's not in HCI what! I thought he was in CJC - OH MY GOD..." because I saw his Crumpler. Yep. It's definitely him. My knee suddenly didn't hurt anymore. My head hurt more.

So. Yeah. I'm emo. Really. That's why I said I felt lousy at the start of the post. All the memories just flood back. Okay no one knows what I'm talking about but I just want to say it.

Well. So. I guess the past will always haunt you if you run from it. So resolve them, I guess.

But I'm feeling alright now. I guess. I still have homework to do.

signed, jiasheng

Sunday, January 06, 2008
7:40 PM

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We should be paid to study. I mean, really. That's what I concluded after being in 10 years of official education. It's like, we've been exploited for so long! I've been doing 10 years of unpaid work! We shall start a feud between the MOE and MOM. (They are acronyms. But if you take them per se, well. Haha for you.)

Why we should be paid to study:

1) We work longer hours.
Studying in a secondary school (especially a kiasu one like HCI, which many of my seniors would gladly attest to) nowadays spans anything from minimum 5 hours to 11 hours (7-6), excluding self-studying. How's that, you average 9-5 executive, huh? We work more than you. And we get nagged at and scolded and forced to do it, while you white-collared wimps can quit anytime you like. Can you imagine us saying Mr. Sung? I don't have to do your stupid matrices. You know what? I quit. Ooohkay. Impossible. What, holidays? So what if we have holidays? Do you want to know what holidays spells for us?

H - Extra lessons
O - Extra lessons
L - CCA Practice
I - Self-revision
D - Extra lessons
A - CCA practice
Y - Projects
S - Summary: torture.

2) We have imbecilic bosses, most of the time.
I cannot count the number of times that we are slogging our guts out on Christmas/CNY to complete the oh-so-surprising-and-delightful seasonal surprise our beloved teachers decided to spring upon us. If you think your employer was a full-blown out PMSed unreasonable, retarted, pathetic excuse of a human being, you ain't seeing nothing yet. Let me introduce you to The Dog With The Surname Chen.

Woof, woof! His bark is jarring and causes permanent ear damage (PED). His bite is extremely venomous and acidic. Plus, he's rabid (but it's common sense.)

3) It's stressful.
I haven't even gotten to the stress yet. A visible percentage of students have greying hair. Many are bald, either by stress or CCA requirements. The rest are in danger of have mental breakdowns and will definitely do so at some important school function in which they serve as ushers/chairperson/waiters.

Important Guest Of Honor (eg. President of Artic): Boy, you look a little jittery. Are you alright?

Jittery Boy, in his suit and tie and waiter napkin: No, not at all sir. I have a Physics test tomorrow morning which covers chapter 1 through 22 which I had no time to study as I was busy preparing this event the whole week, memorizing your stupid Eskimos' names and greetings. And guess what? I'm serving you people your disgusting frozen fish. I'M GOING TO FAIL MY PHYSICS TEST AND GET A POOR MSG AND BE RETAINED FOR MY YEAR AND I'M SERVING YOU THIS HORRIBLE FISH AND WIPING YOUR FOOD STAINS! Everything's all right, sir.

4) We serve as pawns in a larger purpose which we have no inkling of.
It's the same everywhere eh? We fit into this larger scheme which we're unsure of, and just do because we're instructed to. I hear about adults complain that their life has no meaning, but at least you people get paid for it. We don't! Instead we're forced to hear about your meaningless lives when we have our own meaningless lives to get on with. What a delicious irony.

So how much should we be paid? Seeing we're professional students who work long hours and produce quality results (most of the time, when we're not planning The Annual Artic Exchange), let's just put it somewhere in the 6 figures, with benefits, plus 2 weeks paid leave.

Sigh.

signed, jiasheng

Saturday, January 05, 2008
3:02 PM

I was reading the message board when I saw this:

Re: Term 1 PE lessons
From: Tan Yeow Heng Joseph 05-01-08

To: All Students

Young gentlemen,
Please note the following:
Week 2: All students except Sec 1s will report at Kah Kee Hall for
Height & Weight measurement. Those(all Sec 4s and Sec 3s who are
above 15 years of age on 1 Apr 2008) who will be taking pull-up as
test item in 2008 Napfa Test will have to go through a pull-up trial
test. Sec 1s will report at the track; during inclement weather,
please go to Kah Kee Hall.
Week 3-7: All students are to report at Track for 2.4km trial test
and physical conditioning in preparation for the Annual Cross
Country. During inclement weather, please report at Kah kee Hall.
The tentative date slated for the Cross country is on 12th Feb. More
details would be given out latter.

Students with long term MC, please inform your level teacher-in-
charge of your medical status (with proper documentation) during PE
lesson:
Sec 1 TIC: Mr Tok Aik Lin (tokal@hc.edu.sg)
Sec 2 TIC: Mr Zhang Zuoqiang (zhangzq@hc.edu.sg; email in chinese
characters only)
Sec 3 TIC: Mr Ang Ka Soon (angks@hc.edu.sg)
Sec 4 TIC: Mr Toh Liang Seng (tohls@hc.edu.sg)
Please contact your respective level ICs for any issues relating to
PE and Napfa Test.

Time to get physically fit for 2008!

Mr Tan
PE Department

Time to get physically fit for 2008? Oooohkay. That's scary. (Those people who disagree simply don't know dear old Chen Gou very well.)

YES hur hur I'm back! Wait, why do I hear groans and laments from all over? I thought you people liked me? Actually yeah. I just couldn't resist sharing my snide remarks about life. I'm a mental exhibitionist. (As in, I exhibit mental thoughts. Not that I'm mental or I'm an exhibitionist.)

The curious thing I found was that people still visit the blog when I sorta declared it closed.

Date: No. of visitors
1 January 2008: 41
2 January 2008: 14
3 January 2008: 18
4 January 2008: 16
5 January 2008: 19

Hmmmm. Interesting. But thanks a lot for the support =) I feel honored. Oh, and all the messages when I changed the blogskin. In fact I was planning to spring a surprise and blog again (so might as well change the skin) but after editing all the codes I was too tired and went to sleep.

Tag replies:

wq: and one note. never overcommit because sec 3 is a hell lot more freakish than sec 2. xD

>> Okies! wq's wise words (wow whee woo. alliteration.)

Yao Nian: I do hope that the change of blogskin means that there's a slight chance of you blogging again? And Sean lim zi qing uses the same blogskin.

>>He does?! Urgh. But I shall not change it! Substance matters =)

On a side note, while searching for blogskins, I found the Nazis' favorite skin. Love the comments and the header Discover the real me... Hilarious, totally.

bf: I JUST KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO POST THAT PIC. take it off or post on this blog forever =)

>> Hey not fair I posted it long ago. You just didn't read it x( Hmmmm seems like I have no choice eh? xP

relmo: ooh, any chance that you'll be back to blogging? ;) [sms]

>> Let's see. Maybe I'm not and you're just dreaming this up. xP

***

This had been a very hectic week, and I want to get back to work as soon as possible (see I'm diligent xP) so I'll reverse-chrono stuff.

Saturday, 5/1/08

I went for band - outdoor sectionals. Quite tiring with Qi Fan not in line and Mingyi and I having to march again and again. And my legs are super tired. After that I conformed to the norm (regrettably, too) and went to have early lunch with people. Then Edwin forced me to saikang again (you'll know the again part later) to send the curtains for dry-washing. It was the vacuum cleaner episode all over again, with a lot of people staring at me and me fervently wishing oh no you don't know me at all stop staring at me. Your bus is coming!

Yeah it was traumatizing but I finally managed to lug the stupidly heavy deadweight to Coro. When I went home I realized (actually more like remembered because she mentioned it) that my mum has gone to Malaysia with my sister to attend a wedding and will be there for 2 days. So the household will be taken care by the two men and one king in the house (namely my father, my brother and I respectively).

Holy smokes.

If you think it's no big deal, let me be the bu-dao-weng and smack you in the face to prove you wrong. It's a downright impossible task. My mother is the woman in the family. Yes, you can call me a wimp or whatever Without her, I won't be surprised if my dad managed to get us all killed or brutally murdered or handicapped.

Anyway, a few hours after my mum was gone, disaster one strikes in the form of my dad attempting to cook, again. When it comes to cooking, he has a track record blacker than a black hole. The last time I tried his cooking, it was half-raw stir-fried vegs. I could taste the pesticide on it. When I pointed out (more like spat out the inedible thing and shouted at him) that it was uncooked, he insisted that it was the best way to get the nutrients.

Now you know where I get my unreasonable genes from.

Well, anyway, he broke a pot. We weren't really shocked, partly because 2 minutes before the pot broke, I commented that, "Dad? You're cooking? Okay, just give me some money to get my own lunch. You can eat your own lunch. I'll have an ambulance standby."

Dad went to get my brother's and my lunch while we swept up the mess. My brother started randomly accusing me of being a masochist.

Brother: You're not a masochist, right? *attempts to poke me with broom*
I: *while fending him off and protesting* NO!
Brother: HA!
I: HEY! You cheated. *he pokes me more* I will not oblige to your incestuous gay sex.
Brother: You're a masochist.
I: I ain't no masochist anymore. (hmmm that sounded weird.)
Brother: *starts to laugh*
I: *panics* I mean, I was never a masochist! Never was, never will be!

Oh wells.

Then another pot exploded.



Sorry for the quality. It was taken on my phone. And ignore the voices.

Anyway my dad, with all his divine ingeniousness, has decided to cook oil. A potful of it. Well, I was wrong after all, I didn't need an ambulance. I need a firefighting truck. Or Amelia.

When my dad got back I told him the news and showed him the video.

Dad: And you people took a video of it?! What if your mum sees it?!
I: Uh, yeah, of course. Y'know... I'm feeling pretty poor this month...

And that was Saturday.

School was okay. Just that I got Peter Gilbert as my form teacher and I can't understand what he says half the time.

signed, jiasheng

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