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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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