happy teachers day.

it's teachers' day! so to all teachers, happy teachers' day!
i would wonder why anyone would want to be a teacher.
but it is the teachers that allow us to know what we shouldn't become.
it is they who travel the path that we would probably(and hopefully) not travel.

so a big thank you to all teachers our there.

of which none read this blog. thank goodness.



went back to sas to visit the teachers.
sas has deteriorated a lot.
tons.
the school in has degenerated into a pile of whatzermacallit.

the kids have become a bunch of fags, running around with their gameboy advances in hand, and screaming like little gay twinkies.

compare my batch.
now we seem soo... normal.
which IS scary. terrifying.


the teachers are still pretty much the same though.



chem yeo is still as sexy as ever.

amaths yeo said i slimmed down. which i find rather strange, because in sec 4, she couldn't even remember my name at times.

michael lim was rushing off to malacca so i didn't say much

desmond soh didn't suan me as usual. and said i slimmed down. i wanted to say he looked more prosperous, but i held my tongue. his arguments defy logic. so its not worth arguing at times.

ms tan was still the same. talked a little about the new batch of students, and forcing her to admit we were loads better. and more lovable too.

i ran away from dora lee. knowing that she'd laugh in my face if she found out that i went to singapore poly.

si gui lao shi(dead ghost teacher) said thanks for the cookies and asked where i was. and when i said singapore poly, it looked as though she expected it. (is that an insult?)
mrs gan (sec 1 chinese teacher) forgot my name. -.-"

ms chua called me dc again. bleah. still find it odd because only my friends all me that. but i guess you could call her a friend.

mr au yong probably forgot who i am, maybe only remembering that crazy boy who runs like jonah lomu during pe module. but i don't mind that sorta recognition.

and i didnt say hi to koh yong mong because he was on the bus before i could, and mrs luey because she's gone. -.-"


i'd say i still miss the school quite a bit. bridge in class, and listening to the duck during chem lessons.
trying to get ms tan and gordon goh together.
and oh yea, looking at the pretty teachers walking past.
you'd know who. ;)
after widening my horizons, they still looked pretty good. x)

life was a lot more simple then.
can't go back to where we were, but i guess life now isn't all that bad.
just a little more hectic.

first set of pictures uploaded onto the net since jc first intake. wow.
i didn't upload them either. whatever. just take a look.
everyone seems to be rather gay.
[http://jj-birthday.mypicgallery.com]

i zonked out from 5pm to 11pm this evening.
went into hibernate mode.

working through the night is not good for your health.
especially after sleeping 3hrs the night before too.
so it might seem very obvious. but hey, not like i have a choice right?

istant noodles taste yummy.
daniel likes instant noodles.
and he has a reason to cook and eat em because he slept throught dinner.

tomorrow is the crit!
how exciting. as if the excitement that just passed wasn't enough.
plus, after that i've got my oral communications presentation on friday too.

what a busy week.
for those who don't know, monday(today was the submission for the interim crit)
so translated, its like having 3 tests in the last week. or exams, however you'd like to weigh it.

nobody understands poly students.
we're just lousier than jc people.
chuck us aside.
inferiority is my forte.

this week's probably a piece of cake , or so many of you might think.
bleah.
i'm just being overly self-concious at the moment.

the palm has failed me.
shock.

i feel betrayed.
anyone know a PalmOne service centre person who could help a poor kid for free?

voices of angels.

i walked past chij primary today.
as i did every other day.
but today, things were a little different.

seek ye first the kingdom of God... and his righteousness...

it was the end of another long tiring day.
fatigued and overworked, i trudged home, slugging my backpack.
...feeling like monkeycrap.

man shall not life by bread alone... but by every word... that proceeds from the mouth of God. a-le-lu-aleluia

it was uplifting.
such childish pleasantly off key notes,
the wavering innocent voices.

not by my own strength.
the words that i needed at the end of the day.
words of assurance.
they might not have meant very to the people singing it, but it meant quite a bit to me.



i heard the voices of angels as they chorused today.
it was lovely.

my model looks like a pile of junk.
a rather structured pile of junk, but still one nonetheless.

i can't believe i'm losing sleep over it.
im getting taken over by a mass of cardboard chunks.

we're settled for my new com, which although not to my preference, is from dell.
they allow so much customization that its almost a custom made com anyway.
just with an uglier housing tower.

3.0 ghz pentium D. (dual core)
256mb Ati x600 graphics
1gb ram (2gb-4gb was too ex for a work com though very tempting. =X but the dual core should even it out... i hope.)
160gb hardisk
some creative soundblaster card not worth mentioning. well, actually i just forgot.

other components left out due to the lack of comparative value.
the usual. no one goes around comparing who as a better dvd writer do they?

and i bought a phillipe s+arck mouse just because it looks good. yipees.
good designer, not by a very good company though. yes, the evil microsoft from the underworld.

i'm ashamed to be a windows user. but windows seems to be the only thing compatible with school coms and programs. microsoft has taken over.
but as they say. do as the romans do.

(: i can't wait for it to come.
i wonder if i'll have the time to touch it tough.
bah.

there is a disturbance in the force at sajc at the moment.
something about blogs.

i think its all a storm in a shot glass. tea cups are too big.
or was it fart in a tea cup.

all the same.
the point is, its all a crapload of bullshit to ask pple to take down their blogs just because they comment about other people, or whatnot.

although not involved with it, i just find myself connected unintentionally to the situation. perhaps its just too close, with reference to friends, in proximity?

dc says:

hey IT-dept people, you can go take your bloody policies, turn 'em
sideways, and shove 'em up your candy ass. and while your at it, take your head
with you to the netherlands.

oh. and i'm not in sajc. so whatcha gonna do about it?
pull it down? ;)

fellow comrades, let us stand together in the fight for freedom of speech in blogs.
(omg. that is sooo cheesy)

hey.
without bashing or personal opinion on blogs, there wouldn't be any good reads around.
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back to boring 'ol politically correct school life.

it was bound to happen.

i got 83 marks for the oral communication script writing test.

ahh. inevitable. as lebbie says "no kick la"
(: i miss english lessons a lot. oc lessons don't seem as fun. i don't really know why.

the teacher said i didn't get as high as i should because i didn't put enough interesting portions in main parts of my speech, but you can't blame me - i've never been trained in the arts of speech-writing. i just wrote it as an essay. granted, two times the length.

but considering its one night's research, i couldn't have gotten very much higher.

and since everything is relative, i still got far above average. ;)

maybe i just got lucky and wrote something that the teacher could relate to. marks are highly subjective. its the marker that matter quite a bit. or so my sec school teacher preached.

or maybe...
it was just no kick.....


...lah

i seem to have lost my social life.
i don't seem to go out any more.

they say architecture is a "no night no day" course and i'm highly inclined to agree to the statement.
i don't normally talk to almost half of my class. sure, i know their names and all, but its like besides work, i don't seem to have much to talk to them about.
i don't really seem to KNOW them.

interaction is kept at minimal levels.
work is the only social activity we seem to have in school, thereafter everyone usually goes home, to do more work, or to hit the sheets - the result of working overtime for work the night before.
everything seems to be dictated by work at the moment.

...besides lunch. which isn't totally free it, because we try to eat as fast as possible probably having to deal with another piece of work, or getting back for the next lecture/tutorial.
a little bit is better than nothing.

oh. and the occasional pool or bowling at The Guild.
thank goodness its in school.

yesterday we wanted to watch a movie. but the lecturers were probably hiding in a bush eavesdropping on us because they ACCIDENTALLY decided to make us make a stupid cardboard model for completion the next day.
no movie, but at least i finished it ... at three.

crit is the week after next, and i've got to rush a draughting piece of work again. bleah.
stress.
i need more cafe chilling days.

i went past sajc the other day.
it was almost nostalgic.

as i went past the track, i almost longed to run around it. even if it were for TAF club or whatever. (i am not in TAF club. i repeat, not in TAF club. not any more at least. )

as i looked at the canteen. i almost missed the carom tables and strawberry banana blend.
all i get in school now is banana milkshakes. :(

i miss the times of running around after school, ponning lectures, not doing tutorial because pool or movies were more important.

i miss you - everyone of my ex-classmates. ( + those from sec school, because most of my khaki ended up in sajc first intake anyway. so you guys apply as well.)
maybe i'll write everyone a letter soon. everyone loves getting handwritten letters. :)



school now is okay i guess. never laughed as much, but never as before. (however that is)

fitting in better now though. fitting in with the childish bunch whom i enjoy to be with maybe because of the longings of the inner child, and with the more mature bunch of christian people because i've never seen so "on" people around in school... i likeee. :)

to the present.
today i went home with a box full of empty cardboard boxes.
it felt strange.
it almost felt like i was a karang guni man.

the urge to say "karang guni, sio bo zhua dian si ki!" overcame me.
so i did.
people just stared.
thankfully nobody took their newspapers and put it in my box.
they must have just thought i was a few cards short of a full deck.

which is a sensible thing to infer, because after cutting up pieces of cardboard for the whole afternoon, almost a hundred pieces, anyone would go at least a little wonky.

being wonky to begin with doesn't make you immune to becoming wonkier.
just like eating beef doesn't make you invulnerable to a herd of crazy cows.
just like eating ketchup doesn't make you immune to killer tomatoes.

i'm not making sense.
i'm totally not making sense anymore.

i feel stressed out.
i feel like monkey crap.
feeling like monkey crap makes people think too much.
i hate thinking. its depressing.



back to cutting cardboard. bleah.

rush rush rush.
last night i was rushing for my site analysis deadline today...
sketching and doing up a site analysis of the site i chose and those i rejected.

went to school feeling good, as if only one who stayed up til 3.30am in the morning to get a wonderful piece of work done.

then it happened.

mr chu said "...sketches wont get you extra marks, neither will the site analysis of the rejected sites..."







o m g .





rushed from 11am til 5pm doing everything again.

thankfully, i wasn't the only one.
so there were people rushing with me.

thank God the day is over.
must catch up on sleep again.

your opinion about other people can greatly alter another's perspective of that person.
intentional or not.

daniel's thinking again. (surprise, surprise!)
ignore.

suicide pact

apparently suicide pacts have been all the rage lately.
and since daniel is such an antisocial bum who doesn't seem to have any friends, i tried to do it alone, but i realised that wouldn't make it a suicide pact. it'd be just suicide.



my attempts were foiled by a stoopid vanessa. as you can see in the picture above.
thus as you can see, i am still very much alive and kicking. (if i hear anything along the lines of "awww.." or "what a waste", you can forget about being alive and kicking. ;)

i was looking forward to the 20-story plunge.








as you might have realised. that was a whole load of bull.


1.) nobody puts those kinda signs in the middle of a tall building. which can only mean its near the bottom.

2.) daniel is scared of heights and would be dizzy any more than 3 stories above ground level. thus that has to be less than that.

3.) vanessa is a very lousy actor. =X taking a closer look.......


yes. with a grin as wide as that plastered on her face, she looks as though she'd push me off instead.


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moral of the story: don't give crazy people fire escape access.

chickenshit for the soul

we had to write some inspirational story for character development class ala carte chicken soup for the soul.
it started out as some cliched storyline about my imaginary friend pete ong.
almost like that of a korean drama.

guy is a good person.
guy gets cancer.
guy think about life.
guy becomes an even better person and dies without regret.

well. you get my drift.

but i accidentally turned it a little strange while writing.
I, for one, can't write any emotional heartwrenching stories without having little parts which just look... out of the place.

thus i present. chickenshit for the soul. half and hours work. enjoy.

[chickenshit for the soul]

(spelling errors and whatnot are all unintentional. anyway. im sure the teacher won't notice. x) )
note: the doctor featured in the story was taken out during censorship before being handed in. the rest was still included in the submitted copy)

oh!. no stealing. but what the heck. who wants to steal this loada bull? x)

FOP.

hillsongs and delirious? were at festival of praise.
was below my expectations in the atmosphere department, but still rocked nonetheless.

then something illogical was said.
the guy said take the hand of another 2 to 3 people.
and i tried...

only to realise that i can't take the hands of 3 people.
quite obviously. like duhhh.

didn't do any jumping, the mosh pit was non-existant.
things i'd prefer actually, but the feeling wasn't there.
you know.... feeeeling. hard to explain.

i bumped into lucas and his friend... lucas. o_O
and i proceeded to introduce me and my friend... daniel. O_o

attack of the clones.

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from the deeper side of my head.

the most funny, retarded individuals are normally the most unfulfilled people just trying to mask the emptiness. the greatest difficulty is expression of emotion.
the strongest are the weakest.

not everyone may understand. but i guess it's just to get it off my chest.
ignore me.

backstabbing is bad.
but it seems to exist between almost all groups of people.
bah.

speak no evil, daniel.

tomorrow is the joint crit.
i've not written my script because i intend to do it on the spot.
in other words, i'm too lazy to do so.
hope it doesnt cock up as much as the oral communications presentation.

you know something.
i think i'm adapting to poly people.
poly life is still pretty hard.

when my mom asked me if i did ate, i said "NEVER!"
which is totally correct english by poly standards.

then the other day when i was doing an in-depth site study for my project.
i spelt field as "f-i-e-l-d"

and you may wonder. what's wrong?

the wrong part was that i thought it looked strange.
so i redid the map, and spelt it "f-e-i-l-d"

and realised it looked even worse.
feild. woohhoo. i can't spell anymore.

iM a poLy STudEnT LorHxXx!
WaNnA Go pLaE PoOL AnOt sIa?
sIa LA! BuaY On SeH.

i get better each day.


(note: i am in no way trying to shoot the poly students, or criticize about their standard of english. the poly people in this context refers to the population of poly students who can't speak or write proper english.
it could be you, you might know them very well, but some people. ;)
i'm not telling who.
so if you're offended, its not you. and thus daniel claims no responsibility)

finally a reason to upgrade the computer.
designing has never been so large scale.
photoshop has never lagged on me so much before.
i wonder what'll happen when i start doing 3d rendering.

now i'm in a dilemma.
i need a dual core pc due to the running of so many progs.
i'd think it would be good decision.

now to choose.

...AMD dual core or pentium dual core.

then comes the video card.

...ATi or Geforce.

now daniel's in a fix.
somebody help me.

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that's the end of the plea for help. now back to the normal, boring, traditional blogging

primer two(project no.2) is coming to a close.
this has been certainly memorable. as much as i'd like to forget parts of it.
too much time in the workshop.

hammered my finger,
i've gashed my leg with a metal bar,
cut myself after kneeling on the edge of a measuring tape,
sliced my finger with the same measuring tape not long after.

oh what fun.
i could be a construction worker soon.
i sure feel like it. with all the workshop stuff.
sleep has eluded me.
and i feel like a zombie who's too tired to even jump out at you.

its almost over.
6 weeks of a non-existant social life is coming to a close.

oh the joy.
but for the moment, i need to go into hibernation before i get anything social done.
i might scare you.