Ok today wasn't too bad or too good. It's just lots of funny people and classmates. Newsweek was given out to everyone and everyone read the thin magazine. But as the plot unfolds...

First lesson: Ms Seng. Comes in, "tong xue men qing pa ke ben da kai dao di 28 mian." So everyone fishes out their textbooks and reads. So a few oral practices and since nelworm didn't bring his textbook, he went to sit with Shawn and me. So, he wasn't too disruptive until he started having an asthma attack and constantly breathing out the words, "You... you... You..." It was so scary I decided to report to the teacher. Who, reprimanded him. Nice. Never ever help a person like Nelson in distress.

So much for that long lesson about Chinese herbs and ancient medicine. Ms Sim comes in, fashionably dressed, on par with Ms Foo, looking equally awkward. These teachers love fashion don't they. Ms Foo has a tendency to wear black and stylish dresses while Ms Sim loves flowery dresses with weird cuttings. The "Sim" City of stylish Dinos. Get the pun? Then Ms Sim expresses her view on the human liberty of blogging then lots of stuff which she thinks its morally incorrect. I didn't remember a thing but I knew her argument was sensible. She's a History teacher, man what was I thinking. Then she talked on about Brunei and how strangely all the oil sources were all packed in the small little plot of land in between Sabah and Sarawak. That plot of land we call it Brunei. Amazing. Swimming in oil resources must be a nice and "rich" feeling. Get the pun? So she rambles, preaches and inspires and she claims everything she said was not found in the textbooks. Ok. Agreeable. Then she disclosed (!!!) that she could converse and confide better in 1L than the other two gifted Ispark classes. Cool!!! But, could she be telling the same thing to the other classes? Could this be a morale booster for our exams? I wonder.

Then same thing happens during recess. Chapteh kicking and some Bowie day styles. In case you are wondering, Bowie day means everyone commemorates the migration of our fellow classmate, Bowie. So everyone puts his or her(?) both hands into their pockets and kick without the balance of hands. (Bowie's trademark habit) Bowie Day is thus commemorated.

Then Mr Quek's lesson. More critiques of compositions. I only listened to the first half of the lesson then I totally shut my ears. So uninteresting. Then I glanced at the aircon and at Nelson. He was already half dozing off, creating static with his feet. So we went around, playing with static and shocking people, chatting and thus ended English lessons.

Then a short period of Math and some going through of worksheets, then it was Computer Studies. Not much to say, but the best part of Math lesson - Nelson and Cavin were crafting this whopper-sized, cabbage standard, multi-gigantic soccer ball. They stuffed it up with bits of Newsweek which we recieved this morning, then wrapped it up in layers and layers and layers of newspaper. Wonderful pumpkin sized ball.

Ring, ring ring... The bell went off, we rushed to the back of the classroom, took out the ball and started kicking around. So layer after layer the ball peeled off, growing smaller and smaller in size. So it came. The moment we had all been waiting for. The last and final layer that covers up the remnants of the shredded Newsweek. So Cavin, macho-istic as usual, gives that dwindling ball a hard kick. POOF! Small shreds of confetti was strewn all over the floor and people were gasping for breath and laughing uncontrollably. It was a scene. So fun's over and Nelswon and CAvin packed up and swept up all the little pieces of paper - are all I have of you. (Quoted from Kenneth Wee's paper planes)

Computer Studies and not many were focusing on the project at hand. Everyone was busy playing with static and shocking people seated everywhere. This static shock thing is getting popular and we are inclined to play it in Space and in the computer labs. In anywhere with air-con, proper footwear and a cold floor, this trick is possible. So fun. Then dismissal.

after that, some chapteh kicking then I rushed over to Mr Loh, to be doubly sure there was to be no IRS today. My premonitions were right. There was no IRS today. So I went home, ate a steak and blogged.

Lalalalalala... Its a happy day. More of those Newsweek BaLlS please. I want to unleash the final kick on that last layer, and poof it will become Koko Crunch.

We had a heated debate on blogs. Ms Seng's getting informative. Blogs, as a newest trend in many teenagers, are coming tsunami-style, assaulting Singapore as a newest craze. Ms Seng, however, pointed out that besides the many linguistic advantages that a blogger might have, are inferior to the disadvantages of an active blogging community. There are spammers, advertisements that clog up your comments space / tagboard.Worse, there are racist bloggers and people who flame a particular person or harshly put, a personal attack. These are behaviors that should be condoned and a healthier blogging community should be encouraged. Now, that was Ms Seng's point of view. However, on the other hand, there are people who insisted that blogs are online diaries which allow the blogger to express freely his or her opinions and feelings. Hmph. Food for thought people. My side, I feel that if you want to post nonsense or critiques that might impose harm on others, go do it in front of your mirror or somewhere that is secluded and kept from the world. Dignity is valuable. How would you like a person to criticize you or insult you on something if you meant well. Yes, open views are accepted, but... The extent of criticizing adults is way off. Agree? Furthermore, there is a tool in blogging called SaRcAsM. If correctly used, will put the person down without offending him too much. So conclusion? Views are nice, yes, but offensive remarks are lice. Lice in the vast blogging community. Yes Mr Quek, don't hesitate. One Ace point for this wonderfully crafted essay. Reluctant? I help myself then.

Wheeee. Chinese compos.Again. How many thousand times are we going to compose compositions. Then Jay, of all people had to comment on Lester. He was being blocked by Lester so he went, "Wo men qian mian you ge da ren wu." Go figure out what it means. But, the question for ponder here is, was Jay really intending to have a pun or he just blurted it out and "tyco" got Ms Seng praise. Praises are hard to come by these days you know. Its normal for a ego-istic person to feel envious. My turn. "Ms Seng!! Wo men qian mian you a xiao ren!" Yay, praise me thank you, thank you.

Maths and sets and fun games on the Set Theory. Nothing much to comment, I just like the scene when people go all squeakish and scream "Sets!!!!". I like the high pitched ones. Really climax-like.Wen hao do that a few more times. Benjy "Wo yong yuan zhi chi ni!" Then Geography and Miss Foo's flowery dress. Everyone was gurgling with laughter then Car Horn suggested that Miss Foo wear it to our exam halls and make us relieve stress. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Another teacher with wonderful sense of fashion! I think its great! Yeah suck-up!

Science, not much on the video, cause most of the time I was playing with static. Nelson showed me how to conduct static from my feet to my hands then zap someone. So what you do is rub you feet on to the ground in an air-conditioned room then lift off your feet and place your finger on someone. Quite nice. Learnt a new survival skill today. You never know, there might be this neighbourhood bully gang that comes and wants to eat you up then you show them some magic then you are spared. Never know.

English with compos... AGAIN. So Mr Quek went through those compostions we wrote. Best so far was Car Horn's essay about Kiar Weee avenging his dead father. So touching. It touched the heart of my bottom as the bottom of my heart tells me. Oh yes, then there's this new phrase - "PALA!" Supposed to be pronounced as "hard luck" but some guy transformed it into this. Quite catchy with the Super Squish Sisters players. They are like "Mine Mine Mine *Swings home-run bat* then *misses* then pala!" Weird but nice sounding. Jia Jie likes it so much.To me it sounds like prata!

Thats all for today. Blitzball rocks.

Just another regular day with Chinese composition writing. Quite fun, we discussed many topics. A myriad of topics of topics to choose from, a handy-dandy "ci dian" (Chinese dictionaries)for reference and then this results in a perfect composition. But no. No one can consistently scrape the 100 point mark. Not even the best writers in class. Or more like, no one has EVER scraped it.

Then after recess, some videos about impossible structures that were already engineered and on the drawing board. So this camera man or thing went up to the 20+ floor and was swirling all around and the camera angles were like making me extremely dizzy. And there was this architect (David NELSON) that came and told us about his plans to build "Millennium". A 167 storey high building, the tallest man made structure, but that was IF it were actually built successfully. They had to construct it to withstand earthquakes otherwise, if it collapses, SqUiSh. Bob the builder ... Can we do it .... Bob the builder.... Yes we can! Ew childish. Then, the swirling camera views were like making our eyes groggle. "Niao sheng" was like "So scary, it's dam scary lor... Can you imagine working up there?" But, what he said was right. If someone fell down from like 20+ stories high, wheeeeeeeee...... Flying pancakes. SqUiSh. Bob the medic ... Can we do it ... Bob the medic ... Yes we can. Ew Childish.

Then we had maths and the theory of sets. I glanced over at my friend apparently he was enjoying it? I was also enjoying it. Venn diagrams all over. Nothing much to elaborate on.

ART. So we were are supposed to design logos. Hmph. I love softball so I drew a baseball with this funny cap on it. Looks cool. Great logo for our HCI softball team. Then teacher went around, inspecting our works. Then I picked up an eraser and I suddenly felt like playing softball. So I threw it up, almost touched the ceiling then caught it with ONE hand. Most catching games are like that. One hand catching. Just like water polo. So "Niao Sheng", "Jey" and "Jey Jey" started playing with the soft eraser. Yeah can;t understand why they like throwing at each other so much. Then class ended, "Niao Sheng" tripped me, made me fall from my chair, then it was Mr Quek's period.

So, on our way back, "Car horng" was like "Ma-me-ne Ma-me-ne Ma-me-mo Ma-me-mo..." The all time favorite cartoon interlude from Kids Central or was it Cartoon Network. So long never visited the two channels, I forgot who was Johnny Bravo and the teletubies. Then "Kiar Whee" was like "Supernaeno......" You know? That funny fruit interlude from Kids Channel, where they cut up veggies and fruits to create art. Wonderful singing people.

Then random cloze passage marking during Mr Quek's lesson. Then Chapteh cum Soccer session at the back of the class then it was my Malay Oral Examination. Uh oh. Didn't prepare. So me and my marker were staring at each other, giggling at each other then we parted good bye. Not too bad, just very bad. Failed for sure. I didn't even know how to say "You eaten yet?" Ew.

Home sweet home. Yippee. Kids Central I love you. Yay Cartoon Network rocks. Funny show about the Grim Reaper. Think it was called "The grim adventures of Billy and Mandy" Wonderful. Ew Childish.

So I end here. I must go watch that pokemon serial where Ash (Yay!!! Whooo!!! Ya!!!!) battles the gymleader (Booo.... Ewwww... Pui.) Just a regular five year old kid, don't blame me.

Hi everybody, I am back to blogging. Some of my viewers might have noticed that there was a break in my constant, daily blog entries. However, with the exception of Sunday, I have been trying my best to post on a regular basis. I skipped Sunday becuase nothing much happened and today I am back. Confusing? Argh, just skip it. maybe I wil just join the two days' blog entries together. HEY ... YEAH! There ARE quite a few benefits anyway:

1) Longer blog entry to impress people, mostly teachers - ACE.
2) Longer blog entry to show that lots of heart-warming stuff happens in my life ... overwise it would be SO dull.
3) Waste more time. Can't bear to look at my homework. BUT my perseverance and conscience disallows it.

COOL. OKAY. So here's what happened yesterday. Woke up, brushed my teeth, washed my face, ate breakfast, blablabla ... Then revision. The most painful part of a boy's life. Studied for two to three human biological hours and then it was free time. Please. I am no professional engaged in revision. I am HUMAN. I need play. More like... I MUST play. I cannot do without it. Seven hours of revision = brain malfunction = all data lost = Exam failure = We don't want that do we...
I KNOW ... Some of us geniuses out there, woah, they can study like ten hours and they go "cool so little time has passed. Must revise somemore..." Okay. This people are "tian cai". But for people who cannot do that, sincere *WOAAAH* advice from my heart *WOOOOAAAHHH* --- Don't do it. Just gonna blow up and you don't benefit. SO much nonsense just to justify my idea of free time. Thats all for Sunday.

Time flies. Already one minute of my precious life has passed. WHEEEEEEEEE. Its the start of the new school week. Woke up, brushed my teeth, washed my face, are breakfast, blablabla ... (Congratulate me on my successful atempts to lengthen my blog entry) So first period's Chinese, not too bad, hmph. Tokyo pictures. Ms Seng looks very nice in those pictures. (5 ACE POINTS!!!) Yay, finally Chinese ACE "man" liao.

Maths lesson is so coool. Revision worksheets, man, just when you wanted them they came straight at you. Hmph. Not too bad, I have to admit. "Chaptehs" kicking, many fun-filled activities, dare-devil acts and people slipping and falling on their "donkeys". SO fun, more, more! Then it was Assembly.

Assembly was very intriguing. We had this health-care specialist, he loves hair cream so much he invited this Frankenstein "test subject" up to the stage, smothered his hair with oily, unidentifyable glue and then smiled to take a shot. Wonderful. But he WAS hilarious. Really enjoyed his sesssion. Then we had panel discussions. Today's topic was on exemptions. Exemption. Wow. Hmph. is it considered an appropriate subject to be published here? Fine. I think it is. Firstly, is it really possible to get exempted from all subjects in my consortium and secondly, is it easier to get it in other consortiums? Hmph. I wonder. Just me and my naive ideas. Forget it. I will never get any exemptions anyway. THEN. The wonderful part. Then I was scolded for talking and I was made to stand in front of the entire Sec 1 batch. ARGH. The problem lies with me! I was the one talking! So from now on, I must adopt proper assembly dress code and oustanding assembly concord. I must not talk to my partner or to anyone else. I must be a good boy. (One good conduct point, thanks, I will help myself.) SO what did I do when I was down there? Sing. Hummed to myself several saddening, remorseful and tuneless songs that express anguish and sorrow. Pity me. It's depressing. Oh? Giggles eh. Why don't you try it out. GO. Talk like you never talked before, DURING A FORMAL OCCASSION. I guarantee an "unforgettable" experience, a "wonderful" eye-opener to this innocent and galiant society. It also presents you with an "icy" sensation in conjunction with an "excellent" tinge of mint. Go on, no one's stopping you.

Then it was English and we self-assessed our own cloze-passages. Not bad... I managed to clinch a reasonable A1 in some of them. Then it came. The most heart-breaking time of the day - Dismissal. No.... please don't get the wrong idea.... noooo.... Okok.... please don't put me in detention!!! NO please please OKOK.... I ENJOY going home. So now, here ends my blog entry and hope you have been able to sense the maturity and outstanding moral values in me. Nah. How could I bring myself to type that. My arms were just being possessed. Oh what's this? It continues to be POSSESSED.

I have remarkable and excellent behaviour.
I am wise and responsible.
I am a gifted and talented liar.

*Struggles with frantic possessed arms*
*Gets the mystical sensation off the arms*
Ah...... No more foolish comments about myself. Let me delete it.... Now! Would you look at that! The back space and delete functions have faltered! Whoever would have been so evil to sabotage my innocent little PC. OH what the heck. I will just leave it there. Looks nice.

Is it just me or are the slackest days of the week getting shorter. Time sure flies man. One minute its a fresh new day and "poof" its night. Night means a new blog entry written by me ... So here I am.

Yeah, not much happened today, just the weekend of a relatively boring student. Woke up, ate breakfast (pancakes, hell lot of a nice things) then immediately had lunch. After that, wrote a 2500 word essay, boasted to some people, then found out it wasn't homework. Wow... At least I did some form of Literature revision today. Then I booked the television, played Final Fantasy, squished a few monsters then went for dinner. After dinner, more studying and then nothing interesting happens. Quite dull yeah.

*Wishes for longer holiday breaks and longer weekends* Then its zzzzzzzzz..... Time.

Whee. What a Friday. I officially declare it a State-Of-Relaxation. Its time to pack up my books, dump away my bag, analyze the television, investigate my game consoles and exercise my ability to wrestle monsters. MUAHAHAHHAHA!!! Its the weekends. A couple of days without going to school and the cord which links me and my homework to be totally cut, no more concepts, graphs and essays ... Nah.. Exams around the corner, how can I afford to be so ... slack. *Buries head in grammar notes*

This morning's Chinese debate didn't go as the teachers planned, both debaters were unprepared, chairman included, then we screwed everything up and there went our supposedly thrilling "Cheng guang lun tan".

Then Mr Quek came in and he disclosed many, many classified, top-secret documents - Our overall class rankings for Literature and English. Wow. For English, I ranked tenth from the bottom. Not impressive, but our class overall grades, ranged from 62 -75. I got a 69. A wonderfully crafted B3! Not bad BUT missed A2 by one mark. Then Literature, seventh in class, on par with Kah Hong, Wei Jing and Han Yong. Then Mr Quek said, you see, you people must work hard for IH, cause the best are already ranked at 19th in the whole consortium levels. Okay, so much statistics BUT here, I think, the really touching part, was Mr Quek empathised (!!!) with us, "Yeah, GEP students and classes are like that. They might rank very low here, but when they go somewhere else, they are one of the best." He... actually tried to console us and this, I felt, was very nice of him. Hmph.

Then we had to go through this comprehension that we did in class. I don't understand, why is it whenever I talk or make a point, everyone shuts up and like listens to my point. An icy silence would be lingering in our class and I am really not used to it. Is it because I am soft, or is it because I have a sense of authority or is it, cause I speak rarely thus everyone was savouring the moment which I actually talked. Hmph. Hmph.

Haha. Bowie you are wrong... History lessons can be interresting if you want them to be interesting. Ms Sim had this funny interlude when she said she was teaching us "A Lesson in Life". She said whistling to a girl you admire is crude and rude. (Don't mind the rhymes.) Many of us agreed. Hmph, what do I think... I personally feel, by whistling, you make yourself sound like a werewolf and of course, who would want to befriend a werewolf. Hmph, maybe a she-werewolf would.

I never did understand faults so I practically copied in Ms Foo lesson. Sad thing. And I was boasting to Wei Jing about how much I knew about faults, how complacent can get. Pardon me.*weeps* Sorry something's... *weep* stuck ... *weep* in my eye... *weep*

Wheeeeeee LALALALALALALA.....Amigos para siempre means you would always be my friend.... not just a summer or a spring..... LALALALLALALA Music lesson is soooo embarassing. Everyone just can't make it to the high pitch note and they are all depserately trying to squeak... Sounded like werewolfs howling to she-werewolves. But, it was fun, all that suprano stuff and editing of phonics, the words of the song were so modified by me and Nel it sounded like cars screeching. We were like dragging the 'r' of every word. So spring sounded like sprrrrrreeng. EW.

We ended the day with Ms Seng's tokyo pictures, then Mr Loh's lesson on "questions and how questions should be questioned" Quite dull and complicated but probably just me. Then cavin SIMPLY HAD TO ask Daniel, "Eh, why you inside got wear singlet one?" Then Mr LOh caught him talking then made Daniel reply Cavin in front of the class. "Cause I am cold." Nice reason to wear a singlet. I thought singlets were used as proper dress code in a hawker centre. No offence.

So I got home then here I am, blogging. How am I going to sample the feeling of being home...far away... dreaming .... never ending ..........

Yeah what a enriching day it was, with some harsh experiences and some knowledgeable and intriguing lessons. Everyone already got over the exemptions issue and the non-exempted forgot their misery.

It seems so eminent that Mr Quek and Ms Seng are hatching many plans to extend our limited vocabulary as they call it. Mr Quek noted that day that he wanted everyone to have dictionaries, not pocket books like Zack's, but large, thick, bulky and comprehensive ones. Wonder what's going to happen when Ms Seng adopts the same idea. Argh! Desks cramped with dictionaries, bags filled with vocabulary worksheets, ah...Can't bear to think of it. Ms Seng on the other hand, prefers us to read and improve our vocabulary from extracting valuable ideas and phrases from the book. I am therefore determined to read books and pass my Chinese composition. *Flip, flip, flip* Furthermore, during Chinese there was this current affairs presentation. So Cavin went up, opened his mouth, then bell rang. -_- Cavin totally rocks at delaying that 5 seconds.

History lesson was intriguing. Why? It was Ms Sim talking, talking, talking, non-stop about an exciting and debatable topic - Elections. She rambled about Singapore's independence, Malaysia's independence and so on and so forth. Pretty nice, cause we had to think critically analyze the situation.(Her lessons always made me think)

Then it was recess and chapteh kicking, an English Raffles Girls Paper - not too bad, then IT WAS COMPUTER STUDIES! YAY. We learnt how to animate some stuff, create a game and modify codes to suit a game. WE had this sample, which involved this funny orange fox, which many deemed it to be me. (Foxes have bigtails and I just so coincidentally am bigtail) So we modified, played mini games and had fun. Flash is kinda fun if you kn ow the codes. But for me, I prefer to "imrpovise" my codes after "obtainined relevant information" from my peers. Haha. Computer beefbrain, yeah, I sure am.

Here comes the fun (?) part. I was walking from my class to the bus-stop not far away, quite close to Nanyang Girls High. So, according to someone from my IRS group, there was to be no IRS today until we have the webpage (It's sort of a final product for our IRS). And.. We dint have it. So "Home Sweet Home" I thought. Then suddenly, unexpected, Benjamin called me. "Blah Blah Blah... Why aren't you here...Blah Blah Blah...You haven't done it yet...Blah Blah Blah... MR LOH IS GOING TO REPORT YOU FOR TRUANCY IF YOU DON"T COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" So... it turns out he is angry and he wants the entire group to return to school before he reports us to be playing truant. Damn. We were in deep trouble. ALL OUR fault. So we rushed back, did some official stuff and went home. Not much, but I paid $3.20 for taxi fees. Argh. never mind, my fault all my fault. I so lovingly remarked Nelson to be my mentor as Mr Loh describes. "What? You think Nelson is your mentor? Does he have any power? And why isn't he here yet?" I was like Oh my god. Damn scary. *No sarcasm intended. Seriously.*

So, I end the blog entry here, with a funny feeling in my throat, sore throat most likely. Hope tomorrow's better off than today. Had fun anyway. Haha. Life's nice. Lots of misfortunes and funny incidents.