The key to being happy, is that one should not lament.


Well, put it this way, there are only two things to worry about basically. I said Basically.

You can worry about if you will be well or sick.
If you're well, there's nothing to worry about.
But if you die, there's two things you can worry about.

You can either worry about if you would live, or you would die.
If you live, there's nothing to worry about.
But if you die, there's only two things to worry about.

You can worry about going to heaven or going to hell. (Go to Hell LA!)
If you go to heaven, there's nothing to worry about.
But if you go to hell, good for you. Eternal damnation. what's left to worry?


Haha, I can't believe I just wrote that crap above. But seriously, there's just too much things around us to worry about. And having an inferiority complex doesn't help at all. If we say you're good, you're good. The constant problem that people with I.C(not identifiaction cert you toink, Inferiority Complex that is..) have is that we only remember the bad stuff people tell you. Most of the times, they tend to neglect about the better stuff. Why? Well, if not, they wouldn't be called people with I.C.

The only good thing I can say for people like these is that at least they're not conceited and arrogant. Lard, if there's one type of people I would love to squish with my lil finger would be them. I'd poke them with my finger, then roll them around my finger and thumb aka rolling nose crap. That's a bit graphic, but it works to get the point.


Anyway, being the nice me, I would not rant about my promos results, not that its either fantastic nor horrendous to mention, but I'm guessing there's enough of them around on blogs, that people would prefer a break from them. But about promos results, I'll only have to say that life isn't fair. What's the link? Read on.


Let's take case studies again.

Harry Potter's parents (no names mentioned please.) are allowed to be advanced onto JC2. My lard, that's damn unfair. For people who a) do not do tuorials, b) do not attend school regularly c) possess a horrible attitude, d) not liked by alot of people, e) deserved to be condemed into Iraq, f) just totally suck like a cold toilet seat on a cold rainy day should not be advanced and allowed into JC2. Why? Please refer to points a to f again. Its pretty clear that if you do not have the attitude to study, maybe the streets on Iraq or Bulubululu land is better for you. Heck, life in JC would probably be enjoyable without you around. For all we know, the teachers in JC would be so glad for your departure, they'll be so glad and be nice and teach properly and better. Bigger heck, the people at Cambridge would probably be so relieved by your departure as they would not have to endure your rubbish in your scripts and set better and easy papers for generations to come. If you had enough sense, please leave JC like the way you all boasted.


Its weird. Really. Few days before the realease of promos results, people around me were all so onto withdrawing, as they said "aiya, leave leave lo, poly much better what. blah blah blubber". But once the results were out, Whoa! Someone starts taking the OGL application form. Someone starts shutting up how JC sucks. Someone starts deciding not to leave JC. Hm. Makes you really wonder where did they all go, or were they possessed before?
Therefore, through if P1 is true, and P(k) is true meaning P(k+1) is also true then P2,P3,P4 are all true. Therefore through logical induction, these people are classified are El Suckeroes.

So, let promo results lie, and let them be. Its not like we can do anything about them, but we can do something about stupid people. Like my char siew friend said, skewer them with satay sticks. Viable, but not recommended. But I welcome your further suggestions.

And last thing, tagboard's up. And I can't think of a new poll to put up. Do contribute. And DONT flame my tag board.


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Its 5 am.


And I'm awake doing PW.


Tell me I have a life.


Zzzz..


Will do a better update when I have the proper time.


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Pity me.


I'm sick. Fever, and horrible.

Last night's rain left me shivering so badly that I wore socks, jacket, wrapped up in blanket, but still, I succumbed to fever. Poor me.


So I'm here blogging no because I want to, but because I've to do my PW, i.e. project work. And its due tomorrow. So please, pity this sick boy here. Let me get well soon.


And yes dear juniors, I'm wearing contacts.


And I'm off to do work now. But after I watch "Tu Ran Fa Cai", or The Biggest Bet. Quite interesting.


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Open House Comm 2004
From Left to Right:
Front row:Kok Yong (Stewards); Justin (Logistics); Angela (Performing Arts); Li Pei (Vice-chair)
Back Row: Keith (Sports and Societies); Me (Food Peddlers); Ming Yan (Guides)

I just read these quotes, and I have to put it down.


Time only seem to matter when its running out.
--Peter Strup

Makes alot of sense. Amazing how something so short says so much.


On the other hand,

Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile from them, and you'll have their shoes.
--Jack Handey


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Open house, its over...Not!


Not if we have tasks to do after it.. Well, after more than 6 hours on your feet constantly, radioing each other on the walkie-talkie(fun), walking around to check if everyone's on their shifts and making sure's all right, and moving tables and benches and settling the cleaning up of the areas, I conclude that Open House is a one heck of a busy but same time, actually fun thing. Well, if not I would have never gotten the chance to work with people like Keith, MingYan, Angela and Justin so closely. Kok Yong's exception, cos he's always there to have fun with. Heh.

Well, I suppose it'll be officially over on the de-briefing day, so let's just pray.


I figured out something. Lots of JC 1's feel that things are different and things aren't going the way they feel it should. I used to be like that, but I found the answer to this feeling.


Its because, we were once the leaders and the heads and the bigshots of the secondary school, and when we're in JC, BAM! Back down to the bottom of the food chain. Down to a single nobody, down to the slave, the worker, the bangala, etc. They've lost all power they've once held, the authority and supreme ego-boosting power they once had over all juniors and the trust they gotten from the teachers. Its the control they've once had, and the sense of power. Losing all these makes them all feel at a loss. When things go wrong and they think they can do something about it since they've been doing something like that since who knows when but they can't; when there's credit to be taken and its not theirs; when things are organised and its not by them; they just feel uneasy to sit still and let things go and run by itself, or rather, others. So what can they do?


Critisize, critisize, and complain.


"aiya, they should just let us do it lo..we can do a better job..what the heck man! what kind of shit is the school doing? i hate the school man.."


Uhuh. Really. Well, sometimes, its just time for us to sit back and relax. When think of it, when things go wrong, whoops, its the idiot who planned it who's shouldering the blame, not you; when there are long hours of work, whew, I'm out with my friends not slaving away. Take the deserved break. You can't always have the cake and eat it you know. That's how leadership is. When you've truly done that, I'll say that you're truly a leader. (come to think of it, who am I to say it?)


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Let me say this first. Read at your own risk.


Most unsuccessful classes are determined by two things.
Malay boys, and cynical people.


If I am deemed racist, I'm sorry, but yes I admit, I am racist, but only on this point, and this race profiling reaches out to a certain extent of boys only. People like Zat, Azhar, and Irfan are perfectly fine. Other than that, not.


Why you may that I'm being such an assholic(new word I coined) today, well maybe its that I'm sick, with a dripping nose, but really, it just strucked me. There are alot of irritating malay boys, but that doesnt give credit to boys of other races to think that they're holy or something. These I.M.B. can be considered into two further groups: the "oh-I-think-I-am-too-cool-to-talk-and-socialise-with-my-classmates" I.M.B, and the "whey-I'm-mat-and-i'm-too-cool-to-talk-to-anyone" I.M.B.


Characteristics of the above two: they suck, are irritating, think they're bigshots, and make a hell of a nuisance out of themselves. Please do put names to such idiots. They're meant to be brought down and trampled like an ah soh killing a cockroach on a rainy day. No link? totally.


I look at some classes around, and I compare that to mine, I don't see my class as successful. I don't see my class as united, I don't see my class as sporting.


A shout out to all those who think school life is horrible, or just life is horrible: Whey, you are the one who make your whole life in school so bad. Hello, if you around whining, "Eeyer..the food is horrible..eeyer..the people are stupid..eeyer..my hair is so ugly..eeyer..my eyelashes are not curly enough" that sort of trash, I really don't see how life can be enjoyable. You are probably too clogged up with snot up your brain to think this through.


Whew. I'm done dissing idiots, and tomorrow's the Open House, and I'm having work to do even tomorrow. Hope I'll see them juniors tomorrow. Try to sneak some picture taking. Heh.


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With a sucky internet connection, what better thing to do than blog?


Yes, i'm back finally, and hello once again to the world.. I'm still alive! Its been a long long week, and a long long week of exams I've endured. Its like 3 hr papers are killer, your butt gets so hot and your underwear gets wet. Gross? Totally. Especially if Mjc hall doesn't not have air-conditioning. Oh well, its an de-evolution from the comfortable Tms hall. Chalk one point up for retaining in Tms..


Well, I can't really be bothered right now about my results. I've put in my utmost best, "crossed fingers" and I'm just wishing my results are worth my hours in the airport mugging over papers and TYS and what nots. There's always tomorrow.


Well, long time readers will definitely know how I detest, abhor and replusify(no such word in case you dont know) mundane blogs. Contrary to others, freedom of expression has to be done with a tinge of style at the very most least. Good, or normal lingo should be present, and for goodness sake, type properly. Singapore's education hasn't taught anyone to type like a typical ah lian on a bad fingernail painting day. What's up with the CaPs AnD UnCaPs?? Gosh, its tedious to do so, and its a wonder how they can do it. Probably an ah lian programmed function. Somehow I don't know why I keep harping on this issue, but its got something to do with stupid people wasting netspace I guess.


I've decided: since I cannot use bombastic language or be exceptionally fluent in my grasp of the english language, I shall stick to simple words to convey my message. It may not be as exciting as others descriptive blogs, but don't worry, I'll still be as me as long I'm alive, bitchy, and critical too. Heh.


Bowling is still fun.


Till again peeps, Rixen's back in the house!!

Ps, can't wait to see Roy and J and the rest again.. Band resuming!