mean something

*sees Junsean’s EZLink card photo*
Me: …dude. You look like a complete dickwad.
Rich: Matthew! Be less malicious!
Me: Oh okay. Dude, you look like a partial dickwad.
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And then I decided that this would be something I could post on my blog.

ribbing people’s the only reason I still write

The second Monday of Term Three starts at the comp, then. I was beginning to forget what working at midnight meant.

Daniel has introduced to me the awesome (for lack of a better word) Falling Sand Game, the playing of which was my main occupation at Junyong’s house. It was so addictive, and I’ve since spread the good news to two other people, who have accepted the love of Falling Sand Game and are now fresh converts. Please wear your WWFSGD? collar pins so we can identify each other.

Have a great week ahead! And I’m sorry that this was the best post I could muster in two days. I’ve run out of jokes and I think I’ll pull a Garfield and start recycling snippets of posts sometime soon.

so anywae arh i gotten 2 noe my classmates betta lor, 1 of dem is called jarell (spellink?) n he is frm dunnowhat sch. anywae ri seems gr8 n i hope 2 hv a gr8 4 yrs here :DDDD i hv joind watrpolo which is super kool cca lar, all de big n witty pplz all inside dere.

there’s nowhere else on earth

I don’t like posting music videos, but I just rediscovered this song. The first time I heard it I was in New Zealand in 2003. It didn’t mean much to me, but this song is just beautiful. I think if I went through the OSTs of more animated films I’d uncover more gems.

Oh the chorus gives me goosebumps, so much anticipation. We’re all little cubs rolling in the grass having our first taste of life. So much more to look forward to, isn’t there?

screwtape and wormwood

Rich,

you inspire me with your passion for soccer. it has been really long since I’ve been extremely passionate for something, and I guess that’s what it means, to give it your all to just be a part of whatever it is. it’s wonderful that you’re still serving as saikang-man (no offense, I’m just taking your word for it) despite all the shit you’ve probably gotten. I think you need more self-belief though, because you CAN play in the first team and you just have to work a little harder than the rest. whining about it is not going to make things better, because at the end of the day, you talk with, uh, your feet. =/

you used the word dominatrix wrongly. go check it up in the dictionary and feel ashamed. nah, kidding. (about my mean remark, not about the meaning of dominatrix, because you really got it wrong.)

I think lots of us have realised that no, 4K is not and will never be a homogeneously awesome class. only quite recently I’ve inspected my classmates individually (quite judgmentally I might add) and noticed that I actually view quite a few in not such a favourable light (I refer to classmates other than the obvious Square One, of course). I guess we can’t have a perfect class but I’m pleased that it was as good as it is already, because I’ve met many nice people. and yeah honestly? somehow I think that few BGRs outlast true friendships, be it same-sex or different-sex, not at this age, at least. I would like to leave RI for, uh, RI, having cemented some nice friendships that I can look back to in the future.

take heart, Rich.

The longest comment to a blogpost I have ever written for someone. I’m using it for blogging material because I’m really really brain-dead and I think it pretty much encapsulates what I feel about competition, bad diction and friends, in that order.

(We really do make the best friends in secondary school. We’re not too young to be flippant about friendship, and not too old to be self-sufficient that we couldn’t really care either way about it.)

Remind me to blog about RGS TalentVogue some day. I feel woozy.

still feel cheated by the food

After Army Daze I remember how great it felt to be able to leave school early, as early as immediately after school if there weren’t any extra lessons or training. Then it got into a routine and I started taking it for granted.

With Dramafeste, I’m arriving home at 7.30pm again. Not that today wasn’t a productive rehearsal (if you could call it that), but with the advent of Semester 2 (OUR LAST SEMESTER IN SECONDARY SCHOOL HOW SAD IS THAT) I suppose work will always have to be my first priority, regardless of any other apparent first priorities I seem to have found. I could gain the whole world and not get a GPA of 3.6, and where would I stand, then?

Dramafeste is fun though because there’re many familiar faces (you know, I never thought I’d see the day three 2P’06 people work together on a major Hullett project. Anti house-spirit was what bound 2P together in a united front against the house system!) and we made much headway today. So, uh, PH34R HULLETT.

Fire drill today (we missed English, and yeah it COULD have been PE but on the other hand it could have been Chinese or math or Physics so I have mixed feelings. Everyone strolled and chatted on the way to Raffles Square. I think in the event of an actual fire we’ll think it’s a drill and stroll and die.

HM Tea today was conducted by Mr Kenneth Kwok, and FINALLY I know I will leave RI having attended HM Tea once. The food (which admittedly was my planned highlight of the whole thing) was average and finished within 20 minutes, which meant that some listening actually had to be done. I would say it was a pretty productive 90 minutes, because I’d have spent my free time, uh, wasting it.

because I couldn’t resist

I’m pleasantly surprised to know that my 30000th hit will come in NO TIME AT ALL, despite a dearth of good posts or sense (interestingly enough the two rarely come together).

I also feel cheated for my readers, because WHY ARE YOU STILL VISITING. THERE ARE FUNNIER AND MORE INTERESTING BLOGS OUT THERE.

blanket

Okay I’m probably never going to be blogging again. Apparently “I’M NOT FUNNY ANYMORE” even if I do the Funny Face and thus I shall be killing myself unless someone gives me a hug and a very artful compliment.

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OH AND ACSI ROX SITS BEHIND ME IN CLASS.

ACSI ROX

eh fuck u lah u tink u ri good ah. At least my friend knows how 2 joke rite, not like some stupidly serious ri people. Only noe how 2 MUG. So stupid ask all the chim chim questions want 2 act smart ah? u suck man, anyhow flame people.

THAT IS SO HERNWEI.

mooty

You know, my original post was only about that one ACSI guy? Please don’t tell me the whole school is filled with people like you and him. I had such a good impression of those nice and sweet ACSI guys in tight blue shorts.

But the best is yet to be! Perhaps ten years down the road their students will finally learn how to spell as well as they SPEAK.

REBUTTAL FAIL.

He must have been laughing away every time we talked about ACSI ROX in class. SHIZZ, HE IS MASTER.

doormatttt

My sense of humour is totally degrading. I’m not sure how bad exactly, but I don’t think it gets any worse than Make Astoundingly Ridiculous Pun And Congratulate Self For Being Witty.

Term Three’s getting to my head really, really badly, and I think some of me was left behind in the holidays.

bros before hos

School wasn’t so bad, because nothing was due today. Everything’s due in a few days time, dangerously enough. We watched Philadelphia in CLE, which was pretty boring even though it was about homosexuality. A few rumours floated around. We discussed Euro and had recess as a class.

I never thought I’d say this, but it’s comforting to get back into the reassuring mundaneness that school offers. Having too much individuality gets way too hard on the ego.

I met the infamous school barber today. He was seven feet tall and had yellow eyes and a forked tongue, and he is master of unsatisfactory haircuts. One of these is true. Maybe two, because I wasn’t really checking out his eyes. I think Saggitarians get bad hair in 2008 or something.

way to make me feel crummy (and a SLAVE to TECHNOLOGY)

When I wake up tomorrow it will be at 6am for school.

Okay, that is plain scary. When I went to sleep last night all I had to worry about (or blissfully meditate on) was church and project meeting. In fact I spent yesterday watching videos online.

And it is really freaky how my non-IP friends are making as unflippant resolutions as “oh, I’m not coming online till after the O Levels” or “see you in November!” I mean, WHAT! Abstinence from the computer? I think I would even consent to BREATHE solely from Apple-regulated canned air if that made, uh, the Macbook ventilate better.

Now I just can’t help thinking that IP students are a bunch of weak-willed weevils. SO WE HAVE GROUP PROJECTS AND ONE O LEVEL PAPER. DEAL WITH IT.

Oh wait. Our O Level paper is for Higher Chinese. That changes things completely.

(In fact I think I shall try studying for that like now. I’m quite sure there are vague instructional five-minute videos for that on Youtube.)