I shall be leaving tomorrow! I have attained enlightenment. Instead of teaching you the way to Nirvana, I shall go ahead myself and leave you guys here, since I’m selfish.

Wait. That was random.

So, I’m leaving for CAP. I’m supposed to write some story/poem about the CAP theme, “Wiring Heartlands”. I haven’t done it, since it sounds really dumb and forced. I think I’ll bring my Rubik’s Cube and/or DS! Bwahaha. They can’t make me conform to their muggerish ways!

After that, I’ll be leaving for church camp. Then half my holiday would be left to do various unimportant and irrelevant stuff, like 30 homework assignments. No, really. Theo counted.

So, I shall give everyone a brief outline of Mootyism, which naturally is my religion! Bwahahaha! There is this book we read from, called Mooty’s Gigantic Picture Book. Everything in there is The Truth! (notice capital letters that denote that The Truth is really… the truth) We are totally not a ripoff of Christianity! Really!

The Picture Book rocks. It is made up of 666 books, so we’re 666/66 times better than the Bible! Woot. The first few books are named thus:

Mooty is the 1
Mooty is 2 great for you
The 3nity: Mooty, Mooty and Mooty
Mooty 4sakes you!!!!
Hi-5, Mooty!
Mooty likes to have 6.
Mooty’s Minions go to H7!
Mooty 8 a burger for lunch.
Mooty is div9!
Mooty plays 10nis

Have fun deciphering some of these.

So basically, the storyline – sorry, I meant, The Truth – is like this. Mooty is this omnipotent godlike – wait, he IS god – guy who appears everywhere, since he’s a limelight-whore. He goes around and kills people or saves people from impending disasters, then everyone worships him and sings songs to boost his ego.

More about this later. I shall attempt to crap up something – haiku maybe – for said CAP assignment. I like haikus.

Teachers’ logic: Even if everyone thinks it’s okay to talk, if everyone thinks that, it will be noisy.

English
Lit
Chinese
Phy
Chem
Hist
Maths
SS
Philo

Nine subjects. If every teacher gives one assignment for their subject, we have nine pieces of work for the holidays. I WISH.

Some teachers think it’s okay to give four CHINESE essays for the holidays. I mean, it’s not our fault you teach slowly, and thus could not give us those essays to do during the term. Now, you’re trying to torture us to hide the fact that you teach slowly?? Like, wtf? As if we weren’t pissed enough that Chinese was the last period and you let us off FIFTEEN minutes after the USUAL dismissal time.

Adding on to that: Lots of Lit stuff to do (tragic parody script). An ongoing English project to do. An ongoing Chinese project to do. A maths project. About 40 MCQ questions for Chem (not that bad, but still…). Another assignment for Chem.

In short, dead RI students. Wait. We can yet survive if we spend all our time doing the work. In short, a holiday that doesn’t seem like a holiday.

I had dreams! I had aspirations and hopes for this holiday! Which was meant to be fun!

CAP in first week. Church camp in second week. Possibly, I get selected for Dramafeste and go for meetings. I signed up for so many stuff, so that the holidays wouldn’t be boring.

Boring? Not quite. The teachers had arranged it so that the holiday would be FAR from boring.

That’s it. I hate RI. I’ve been tolerating their pro-science attitude and all. But they assume that RI students can handle all this, and this is the last straw!. And they wonder why people brand us muggers. Most of us are not muggers. We’re just barely surviving. And they wonder why we hanker after marks, so calculative about marks. It is forced by the GPA. The GPA is now a number we hold dear, an identity that we use when conversing with “fellow Rafflesians”. Life has strangely settled into some kind of pattern during the term. One week would be when most assignments are due. Then the next week would have at least one test or quiz. Then the week after THAT would be assignment week. Et cetera. I wonder why they decided to get rid of the CTs. Like the RA system, it is one of the dumbest things they have come up with. I wonder what they had said to justify this change.

“To reduce stress, we have decided to take away the mid-year paper, and all that remains would be a whopping 40% weightage end-of-year paper that can decide between a pass and a fail of a subject. To make up for the loss of the mid-year paper, we have decided to litter lots of “common class tests” in the schedule. With this change, students would have less stress. Also, they would be better equipped to handle the challenges of tomorrow. When they do so, the ranking of RI would probe new heights, and my pay would then be increased.”

The Rafflesian Spirit? Where is it? The prefects try to bring it out in us. The prefect master scolds us when he does not see it in us. The onlooker sees our apathy, brands us cynics, elitist. Yes, the Rafflesian Spirit is gone, if it was ever there in the first place. We have forsaken it for a pagan idol: the GPA. Who wants to go support rugby finals if they can go home and mug for the test tomorrow? Who wants to waste time going for this charity event, if there’re no CIP hours (or girls) involved?

Not me.

Really pissing.

I came back from yet another lesson with the kindergarteners. Then Jon and I entered the class. It was that RE group again. The one mentored by Mr Kwan. They always play on the laptop, but this time they were also passing around a PSP (SECOND GRADE CONSOLE!!!!) to play Fifa or something. Then they left.

Then the two of us suddenly noticed the seven or so paper aeroplanes lying on the floor. OK, damage assessment:

-Paper aeroplanes on the floor
-They were made using Vijay’s math worksheets, holiday homework. Some people didn’t pick them up after maths, so…
-The aeroplanes had paper clips in them.
-We noticed an empty paper clip box on Beng’s table. Incidentally enough, the paper clips in our cupboard were… missing.
-Lots of paper balls made from pamphlets and more maths worksheets.
-In one area, chairs are overturned. Incidentally, that was the area that they were using their laptop at.
-Add this to the fact that they already spoilt our back door door knob so it can’t open from outside anymore. This was a week ago or more.
-Add THIS to the fact that Yida, of rebel notoriety, used to write his name with whiteboard markers. On the whiteboard, our tables, our chairs. Dunno if Yida was from that group, probably not.

I mean, fscking hell. I like to mess things up in other classes too. But at least, if I throw chairs around in fit of spasm and craziness (which can be rather often), at least I have the decency to PICK UP the chair and PUT IT BACK after I’m done being spastic and crazy. Also, I will not use MATHS WORKSHEETS to fold into paper planes, even though I hate maths and write “Maths SUCKS!” on most of my maths worksheets. Yeah.

It’s strangely comforting to know that you’re not the most evil people in the world.
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On a separate note, I’m considering whether to catch the Champions League final! The last match of the season. I have a few options:

-Wake up at 2.30, catch whole match. Will get hangover tomorrow (can recover through a bit of maths lesson napping)
-Wake up at 4.15, catch last 15 minutes of the match, extra time/penalties if any. At least I get to know the results. (slight hangover, nothing a rest in maths can’t do)
-Wake up normal, check the teletext for score. (yay. But I won’t get to watch anything.)

I think Milan will win.
I hope Milan will win.
Even though they just served us a coupla weeks ago.
It’s like, I like Milan.
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I got chosen for some haiku competition. Lols, zzz. I wrote it in five minutes, since the Lit teacher asked everyone to submit a haiku. Hehe… it’s the NZ poetry society competition! Imagine I get to go NZ when I win (ok fine, IF I win). Here’s my really emo haiku:

I can hear the wind
Leaves rustle; they are ground-bound
Reverberations.

(cue applause, half the crowd goes “WOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHH”)

It is pretty cliched, falling leaves and all. Mr Liu would be proud of me: reverberations! Haha!

Argh, dilemma.

Remember my poignant tale about my exploit at Dramafeste auditions?

So, anyway, I just found out that Hist/Lit RA are doing some joint play production. Mostly History RA doing the history script thingy, but Lit RA were roped in because we were supposedly pro at stuff like this. But to join, one must have no or minor commitments in Dramafeste!!!!! So it’s one or the other!!!! Oh noes. So I prolly won’t go for the History thing even though I want to.

Today, we had some Ambassador series talk. It was made by the Japanese Ambassador, whose name sounds like Tamagotc – ok I better not continue – and it was highly fun and interactive, including lots of insightful and witty questions from the floor, the politically correct emcee, and the ever-charming Head Boy Master Paul Tern, who is Beacon of Light to all. Basically, we got owned by Jac Sim after the talk because we failed to control our urge to sleep (I slept for brief moments, but it’s hard to sleep when the chairs are plastic and hard, and when you have a tie on). Let’s make a list of what I know about Japan:

-NINTENDO FTW!!!!!!! Wiiiiiiiiii!!!!!
-Pokemon…
-Manga, Anime (SLAMDUNK!!!), and their less illustrious cousin, Hentai.
-World War II
-Shansuke Nakamura, Scottish Premier League Player of the Year

Apparently, there’s going to be yet another talk, this time with the US Ambassador! Yay! It’s going to be even more interesting and engaging than today’s! If that is even possible.

Ta. Math TA tomorrow. Off to mug Heymath!

(copyright Heymath)

I am bitter.

Not so much that United lost the Cup to Chelski, but that the Chelsea goal was nice, and Chelsea, with their defensive mentality, did not deserve it.

Better posts in the pipeline. Including a blueprint for my whole new religion, Mootyism! It’s fun to dream.

Watched SpiDUHman! At least I got to watch with other unfortunate friends who had not managed to catch it yet. Jarrell, Jon, Hernwei, Shanzhi, Jun Yong, Theodore, and Shoujian.

The CGI was great. The plot was mostly stupid and weak. There were too many villians that it gets confusing. Also, when Spiderman turns evil, he is really really spastic. Like a wannabe, and a lowdown shit. I mean, evil people are smart people. They aren’t mean for the sake of being mean… so that spoilt it for me. It was very… marked. And there are many similarities with Star Wars Ep 3, and I liked Star Wars better.

Tomorrow:
-Open House at afternoon. Crap I’m scared. I have to dress up in an artsy-fartsy outfit and go around forcing P6s to answer random questions. And I have to do it MYSELF! Even though Geoffrey, the paedophile, is doing at same timeslot as me.
-FA Cup Final + Sleepover at Kie’s house. Whee!

My new superhero! He’s called Clicheman.

Name: John Peter Aaron Albert George
Name of gf: Rosemary Mary Anne Mary Jane
Super power: He can save the world via highly inexplicable circumstances.
Claim to fame: He got bitten on the thigh by a psychic red ant. Since then, he has been really psychic, like, he can use it to destroy bad guys. Then one day a huge monster made up of dustbins called Monstermon (lvl 72) decided to ruin the city. Then John Peter Aaron Albert George defeated it using a Rubbish Magnet that he had created in his super secret laboratory (he creates lots of stuff, cos he’s a science genius). Oh yeah, he also writes poems. That’s how he charmed Rosemary Mary Anne Mary Jane. Then in the third episode, some random cloaked figure tells him that Rosemary Mary Anne Mary Jane has cancer, and eventually, RMAMJ dies. Clicheman becomes goth and emo. Here are some pictures I have designed on my trusty MS Paint:

John Peter Aaron Albert George: his goth self

Monstermon (lvl 72)

Whee, I went for Hullett Dramafeste auditions today with Jon! Lol. I hope it’s fun. Jon’s probably not going to join, because of softball commitments… but I still wanna be part of the cast! Basically, they asked everyone to read a page out of a story. It was unnerving, and I slipped up a bit. But heck that, I had nothing to lose. Then they asked me basic questions and said they’d contact me on the outcome.

If I get chosen for Dramafeste, my holiday would be relatively packed this year!:
-Waterpolo trainings (3 times a week, morning)
-CAP (28/5 – 1/6, whole five days I believe)
-Dramafeste (random June meetings?)
-Prepare RT issue 2?
-Study, read Chinese books tested (zzz)
-Church camp (4/6 – 8/6)
-Random church thing (unknown)

Yay. Today I was playing Emerald, and caught a SHINY Loudred! Whee! Best thing about Emerald is that you can clone.. mmm. The chances of encountering a Shiny is 1 in 8192, and they look cool!

normal (eee… common) shiny (mine! Hehehe)

It IS my first shiny encountered and caught, so I shall actually use it in my team. It’s not a DAMN BAD Pokemon, just one not suitable in standard battling. It can learn all the elemental bites through Move Tutor!!!

Currently listening to: Nothing
Currently playing: Nothing
Currently eating: Nothing
Currently doing: History assignment

I got a Rubik’s Cube today! The fact that J8 Comics Connection did not have it did not deter me, and I went to Toa Payoh to hunt for a Comics Connection and said target purchase. Naturally, my tenacity paid off, and I parted with $11.90 of my money for an enigmatic plastic cube hinged at just about everywhere.

So I spent the whole journey home attempting to solve it and all. And GUESS WHAT! By a STROKE of LUCK, I did not manage to solve anything! Then I managed to solve one whole side through a real stroke of luck (this was at home), but realised that the corresponding sides were all screwed up, which meant that my efforts were all wasted. So I started to learn through experience, the principles of cube-solving. And I came home to Google solving methods. Apparently , the layer method sucks, because then you can’t make any further moves without breaking the layer. So my trusty online guide recommended making a 2×2x2 cube first, and all, which still gives you license to turn 3 sides. Which I’ve gotten. I’m now stuck on the step after that (-.-”). I think in a week’s time, I should be able to solve a cube, albeit slowly. This is so visual spatial, it hurts!

I’m going Kie’s house on Sat night to watch the FA Cup final! It should be fun, and it would be really noisy. Since Man Utd would keep scoring, all but one person (Jarrell) would be screaming and cheering!

Also, we’ll be getting a class jersey! Highly uncreative, but meh. My jersey shall read MOOTY, but I’m still not decided on the number.

-666
-1337
-1 (my reg number, too!)
-0 (for laughs)

Vote on your favourite number now! Not sure if the first two numbers are allowed. It would look ugly with too many numbers right? I think I’ll prolly get 0.

Lastly, I’ve thought up a new slogan/motto to express my… outlook towards life. Please ask for permission or cite me if you care to use it.

“Get out of my 1337, uncaring face.”

Hah! Ain’t that cool! I shall use it specifically for people like Rich, who has an inferiority complex and keeps harping on the GEP/SE issue. This is a much better improvement from the “elite” variant. While the word “elite” has a somewhat negative connotation of possibly smugness, apathy and all, 1337 dispenses with all that, and simply shouts my 1337ness for all in the world to see. I feel like making a blogskin based on that motto alone. Even though I can’t make blogskins.

Ta. I shall be trying to progress with my Rubiks, or not…

CAP briefing was quite scary. 90% of the people were in blue and white, and a sizeable percentage of that RGS, too. Then some people knew the coordinators. And me, Jon and Pek didn’t know anyone, so we just stoned.

I guess the CAP facilitators were nice. Some were my age, maybe slightly older.

Oh, I just remembered why I don’t like RGS girls – their anomalously overdeveloped sense of humour, mixed with a giggle devoid of any true, hearty feeling. So, this was what happened, while the CAP faciliators/coordinators were introducing themselves.

Flashback

Random guy: Hi all, I am XXX and I don’t really have a job. You might say I’m underemployed.

*GIGGLE-FEST*

Some other guy: Hi, I’m XXX and I’m also unemployed.

*GIGGLE-FEST*

Some other other guy: I’m XXX. Also unemployed.

*GIGGLE-FEST*

Yeah, that’s just about what happened. Then the main in-charge person talked about the theme of CAP, which was lame: Wiring Heartlands. Apparently it had something to do with technology, but I couldn’t follow the discussion since I was in the last row, along with the other RIs, and also because I was apathetic, along with most of the other RIs. This gave some RGS girls complete license to talk about the subjects at hand with their respective high-pitched Caucasian accents.

*

Moving on to today. At 4.40am, I woke up, probably because of the fact that my nose was warm and about to spurt out fresh blood. So I spent the next twenty minutes in the toilet trying to stop the flow. Well well. Whoever heard of nose bleeds during sleep? I must be some… noob.

Then at 7.20? I woke up to a call from Brent, who asked me where I was. I replied “sleeping”. Then I remembered the ORA thing. And immediately planned to pon it and sleep.

At 7.30, Shoujian called me and told me that the run was starting about NOW. So I made a calculated decision to go to RGS. And there is one thing really nice about living in Orchard. I took my time checking bus guide and all, and still reached RGS at 8. The run had begun for lower-sec girls, but we hadn’t started. Yay! (btw, the lower sec girls were actually RUNNING ENTHUSIASTICALLY, wtf.)

Then we started the race, and just walked the whole SHORT distance, which was something like around RGS campus? :\ It took 20 minutes, even though we were slacking all the way and I was doing dumb stuff. Like, wow. Then I saw Theresa Lai, who was attempting to walk-jog along with us. Woah, so people-oriented and down-to-earth! The teachers get a better quality polo ORA shirt, anyway.

Then the food/fun fair started. And thus began my milling around the canteen and school hall, which lasted from 8.30 to around 12, which is a pretty long time considering there’re only so many kinds of food stalls, and only so many un-fun games that were obviously designed BY RGS girls FOR RGS girls, like the DDR booth. But the Throw-balls-at-rugby-player booth was cool. The sec four poloers were like camping there and taking turns.

Talking about poloers, a hell lot of them went. Which was slightly fun.

Then I went to the squash courts and sucked at squash for a short while. But it’s fun! I just need a better control of my backhand. And some strength. Yeah.

Anyways, the canteen was pure hell. Someone should have put up a sign saying “TOUTS NOT ALLOWED”, because touts sure-as-heck bothered us with their various hardsell tactics. Like, this RJC group selling the usual expensive fare. “Hey, small boy must eat more! Buy lah!” Stupid RJ girl.

I shall post a short one. Work beckons. (woah… this coming from someone like me. All hail the Wise and Mature One!)

I’m attempting to source for English blog article now, and maybe get started on the Lit writing start due either tomorrow or Monday. (If it’s tomorrow, I’ll just say I thought it was Monday, since I’m pretty sure Ms Kuang said something to that effect. But there’re so many assignments that I don’t know which deadline is which, except that everything is due by end of next week.) Can’t wait to finish my English blog articles, so I’ll only have around ten thousand assignments left to complete.

Today we sent off Mr Tan with a yummy, Rich-bought, Prima Deli cake. Wow, I’m surprised that we were the only class that did that. This sounds like a 2Pian activity, really. Except last year, we didn’t give Ms Chia a fitting farewell and she was quite disappointed =( But anyway, we had a fun recess, and this makes me feel better about my loserish class, which is still quite loserish, if you look at Beng and Rich and all that. Rich is a nice guy, but his inferiority complex makes him highly irritating at times. Like all that GEPper vs SEpper talk -.-”

Tomorrow will be a busy day that ironically does not have me taking part in any Swim Carn events, due in part to my noobness, and my HIGHLY BUSY schedule. Like, selling RT from 1 to 2. RT is a failure. We’ve only sold 200 copies, and have 300 left. And almost half our CCA got struck off the list because they neh attend a single meeting this year. Man. We suck. But I don’t really mind if I stay in the exco for sec 4. Lol!

Then at three something, I have to go for the CAP briefing… I’m really scared. I bet all the writers would either be super sophisticated and artsy-fartsy, or lame and muggerish. Zzz. I think I shall go for prose, even though Jonny is going Play and Wayne is going Poetry. (2Pians, remember Wayne? The guy at Lit Sem who did the Coconut poetry Slam thing. Haha.) I’ll be, liek, totally alone!