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Sunday, October 22, 2006
Penned down my life story at 21:16
Thursday, October 19, 2006
After SSG went out of his way to talk to me over the phone, I did lots of reflections. Lots. I mean it. I didn't sleep until past midnight. Not only because I injured my back due to a fall, but because I reflected over what SSG said.
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For today's Festival Of Sports, I signed up for tennis with 6 other classmates:
1. Han Shen -- Great potential in tennis, plays well and not arrogant. Laudable.
2. Kang Le -- I nearly mistook him for Marat Safin. Tall, BIG server, aggressive forehand but not bad-tempered. ^-^
3. Lucas -- Too STRONG. He looks murderous with a tennis ball and racket and gearing up for huge groundstroke. Sometimes, he hits too hard and the ball travels out of the court.
4. Wah Jiang -- Loves to blame everything due to topspin/sidespin. (i.e. I lobbed the ball, which landed in the court and he said he couldn't reach for the ball due to "spin")
5. Ervin -- Quick and agile. As a badminton school team player, he has a slight advantage; he volleys the tennis ball just as he would net the shuttle.
6. Marcus -- "Pro basketballer". Reminds me of Troy (in High School Musical)...
Penned down my life story at 16:49
Monday, October 16, 2006
I regret walking pass the staff-room.
I regret going to school today.
After collecting the Chinese Exam papers from Miss Teyc, I saw Staff Sergeant. He beckoned me to follow him to the MSCP, where the rest of the Part A cadets are. Then, after long time, he indirectly forced me to promise to attend training.
Forced? NCC has become a CCA where the pitiful and pathetic cadets render their body to the miserable cruelty of the Sergeants etc. NCC is supposed to discipline cadets physically and mentally. But my memory of NCC is doing push-ups while shouting "1! Sergeant!... 2! Sergeant!... 3!..."
I vividly remember Staff Sergeant saying "You (the cadets) can hate us, but during training, I want to see you put in 100% effort! Is that clear?" Something like that. Therefore, I WILL hate Staff Sgt. and Sergeants and I SHALL hate them and I SHOULD hate them, since I CAN hate them.
I regret not quitting NCC after the first training. If I can "Ctrl-Z"(undo) my life, I will Crtl-Z to the first day of training. After training, I will IMMEDIATELY quit, when Sir Paul Ho asks who wants to quit. Then i will carry on with life from there. I may not get MSG 1.0 in Term 3, but I don't mind. All I want is to get the hell out of that infernal CCA.
But since I can't turn back time, I may as well just die off or something. Come to think of it, I understand why teenagers commit suicide. Death liberates people from the surplus of problems that they face. If I vanish from the face of the Earth, I will never have to attend NCC for the rest of my life. And won't have to compete academically.
Futhermore, there are so many ways to die! I can stick a knife in my body, jump down from my class at Level 4, stand in the middle of Bukit Timah Road, drown in the swimming pool or stand in front of an MRT train travelling at 80km/h. Either ways, I can come back to haunt NCOs. I can burn their Chemistry notes, tear their Physics worksheets, shred their Biology tutorials, throw away their Maths textbook, smear cow dung on their Humanities files etc. Then we shall see their MSG. It would be either 9.0, 8.0 or 7.0. Sweet Revenge.
Now that I have vented my frustrations on my blog, which I will change soon, I feel better. At least I have something to take pride in:
1. I managed an A1 in Geography Exams.
2. I am one of the few bloggers who openly blog about death.
I prefer to take pride in the latter.
Penned down my life story at 13:07
Sunday, October 01, 2006
My sisters and I were pondering over that question last night.
Yesterday, my sister and I played volleyball to get a break from studying. As it was my first attempt at volleyball, my sister – an avid volleyball player – taught me the fundamentals. She demonstrated how to set, spike and hit the ball. Afterwards, we started hitting the ball to each other.
As I shall reiterate, it was my first time playing volleyball, so my arm – the point in contact with the ball – turned red and felt sore. Just when I thought I was dying, my sister told me that that happens all the time when we play volleyball. But my sister complimented that I am a fast learner because I could retrieve, set, spike and hit the ball well – given that it was my first attempt.
Back home, my father told us that both him and my mother played volleyball when they were about my age. I was stunned! Could it be that their skills were hereditary and my sister and I happened to get some of the genes?
My father plays a lot of sports, although he has stopped playing some of them. The sports he engages/engaged in are: golf, tennis, badminton, table tennis, volleyball, squash and soccer. My mother plays/played: golf, tennis, badminton, volleyball, netball and basketball.
Coincidentally, the sports that I play are: tennis, badminton, table tennis, volleyball, basketball and soccer. I am better at racket sports such as tennis and badminton, but I am a noob at soccer and basketball. Coincidentally, my father won a lot of trophies in badminton and my mother had tennis training before.
The link is creepy. Maybe you would like to list down your best sports and compare them with those of your parents. Maybe… there is a link…
Penned down my life story at 10:55
Friday, September 29, 2006
I think the blues are hitting me hard -- literally.
These days, I feel very... tense... I just don't know how to describe it.
It's like, yeah, my friends are telling me that I am lucky as I don't have to take certain exams. Ironically, it's these "exemptions" that put pressure on me. People will be expecting me to do even better in IH and Mathematics. It's the pressure...
Laugh at me for all you want, but I did a very stupid thing today. I wrote "3 A1s" on my left palm. It's supposed to motivate me to MUG. If you epitomise the spirit of "k-p-o-ness", you can ask Li Chung or Jia Xun to find out more about the "3 A1s" on my left palm.
Last issue to address: Sets. To represent a union of Set M and Set G, the set would be (M u G)...
MUG!
Penned down my life story at 19:10
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The first lesson today was MUSIC. I love and appreciate MUSIC lessons because it is the only non-stressful lesson in this period. Although I don't like the songs we sang today, at least, we don’t have to sit for an exam for it.
Now, I must start venting my anger.
Firstly, I did not bring my file today! My worksheets and foolscap paper -- are at home!
Secondly, I did NOT get a High Distinction for the New South Wales Competition (English)! It's not that I need it as a testimonial to my intelligence (I am not smart, to begin with), but because it can garner me more ACE points! To make things more maddening, I realize that I missed High Distinction by a few marks only! What the…
Thirdly, I am NOT exempted from the Integrated Humanities End-of-Year Exam. This is so sickening! If you average out the scores, I have scored an A1 for all my tests and maxed out my ACE points! Even my Geography teacher told me that she was surprised I am NOT exempted from IH. Ironically, it turned out that Jun Rong was exempted from IH. Grrh…
Penned down my life story at 17:30
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Like many other people, I will not be blogging frequently these days -- exams in 22 dreadfully long days. So I will only be blogging about two issues.
Today, Tze Hao exemplified the pride/lazy factor extremely well. Clap. During lesson, my Chinese teacher found a piece of paper residing centimeters away from Tze Hao's chair and asked him to pick it up and walk a few meters to fling it into the dustbin. Tze Hao bend down to pick up the paper and later, when the teacher was not looking, he conveniently stuffed it under John's table. Then, when the Chinese teacher asked where the paper is, Tze Hao ACTED as if he has no idea where it is, and looked around as if he is looking for it. Then, he quickly removed it from under John's table and the rest is history. Doesn't this simply goes to show his attitude?
Second issue, the MOE survey. HCI students were randomly picked to take a test that lasts 2 hours. The students took either the Mathematics or the English paper, both of Primary Six standard and format. I took the English paper, which consists of 43 MCQ questions (vocabulary, grammer, comprehension, cloze etc included) and a composition. The paper is EASY. It was A BREEZE. For the first time, none of my brain cells were massacred in a test. I completed 43 MCQ questions in 15 minutes. A career record.
Then came the composition. With like 1 hour and 45 minutes, I wrote my composition at snail's pace, writing neatly, even drawing pictures before erasing them off. In fact, the most difficult question in the paper was "Choose the topic for your essay:________". I pondered for minutes on that. In fact, even after I finished my essay, I STILL had time to change papers with Hong Kee's to read his essay.
Penned down my life story at 20:05
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
It was a nerve-wrecking moment today, because my group would be having our Music test! Sure, we have Wen Hao, the best singer in Secondary 1, but what about the rest of the 3 members including me? Our song was the "Start Of Something New". When we began, our Music teacher Mrs Chan praised the group (mainly Wen Hao) for our ability to remain on tune. We ended up with a score of 39/50, all thanks to Wen Hao.
My class also had our Science Test(4) this term. Before the test, I have this feeling that my class would do well, because throughout the whole day, my classmates were busy revising and regurgitating facts! Ha!
Oh yes, my subject teachers talked about our coming exams. Apparantly, 7 exams will be crammed into 5 days! Well done. So I really hope that I can be exempted from the exams. Haiz...
Penned down my life story at 19:13
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
I realise that by comparing the rate of homework per Holiday days, this Holiday is the most "stressful". There are 8 Geography tutorials, 3 sets of Science past years exam papers, 3 Chinese assignments (eww...), 2 Maths worksheets and many more. The list stretches on as if it can rival the River Nile. And to make things worse, I have only completed 2 Geography tutorials! Well Done.
Anyway, I just watched the US Open 2006 4th Round between Serena Williams and Amelie Mauresmo, with Mauresmo eventually emerging victorious. Personally, I don't think that Mauresmo deserves to win, because she is too masculine. Besides, since Mauresmo has already won 2 Grand Slams, I think Mauresmo should let Serena Williams win...
Penned down my life story at 09:40
Saturday, September 02, 2006
My father had the pleasure of driving the family to A'Famosa, a reknowned holiday resort in Malaysia. Sleeping in a car travelling at 140km/h, the trip there was quick. Upon arrival, we had our lunch settled in the clubhouse where the service was disappointedly miserable and the food was disgusting and expensive.
However, the condominium unit that my father booked was spacious, well-ventilated and very clean (below)! I was very impressed.
Although the weather was hot, my family came prepared -- we stocked up the refrigerator with cans of my favourite drink, Aloe Vera with grape pulps.
I toured around the apartment and nearly fell off the balcony laughing at the hilarious use of the English Language.
Can you spot the mistake? In fact, the resort has lots of embarrassing misusages of the English Languages as I eventually found out. For example, on a vehicle pass: "Failure to produce this PASS could result in your departure being delayed and your personal particular being record". There are 2 mistakes in the sentence.
Firstly, the word "could" suggests possibility. So my sarcastic sister Siobhan Lau, made a gibe, "Dad, let's purposely lose the pass, because there is a chance that nothing may happen at all!" Secondly, the last word should have been "recorded".
Now when I reflect, I find it ironic that a widely-advertised resort like A'Famosa can afford to have so many mistakes in its linguistic usage. Forget "Little Ironies of Singapore", let's have "Little Ironies of Malaysia".
In the afternoon, my family and I went to the Water World. We tried a total of 8 slides -- 3 "Family Raft" slides, 2 "Body Slide" slides and 3 "Inner Tube" slides. We also took a round of the "Lazy River" and went to the "Big Wave Pool". However, we could not take ANY pictures of the fun we had at the Water World because the CAMERA BATTERIES WENT FLAT! Sorry. But to salvage some loss, I managed to take a picture of the slides from our condominium unit.
In the night, we went to the "Cowbot Town". At the entrance, we were greeted by a group of "cowboys" dancing to some tunes to attract customers, I guess.
In the "Cowboy Town", we had our dinner at a place called "Huang Di Chinese Restaurant" where the food tasted fabulously and reasonably priced. The service there is superb too.
The day concluded at 10pm, when my family and I went back to the condominium to relax in the comforts of snacks, cold beverages and air-conditions.
The next day, we went to this particular street in Malacca City where all the Chinese and Nonya stores are located. We had our lunch of Laksa and a desert Chendol there and I think that the food is heavenly! We then walked down the stretch of road that resembles Chinatown and bought some of the kuehs and tidbits along the way.
I feel that the people in Malacca are generally very polite, friendly and approachable. For example, when we left A'Famosa, the security guard said "Thank you sir, thank you madam" to my parents and made some sort of a salute. Then at the store where we had our sumptuous lunch, my father asked some of the local folks about the history of the buildings there and they reciprocated without a grudge and even smiled at us as if they enjoyed chatting with us!
Penned down my life story at 21:20