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Thursday, April 28, 2005
set building (read: mucking around with powerdrills, screwing things in and up) and programme designing for daisy is beginning to get really fun! i think this is probably the first time i've ever really enjoyed, and not minded being a crew member (ignoring the appalling work ethic of certain people) at all. there's more to it than just being a drama-mama (or papa, for that matter).
[random interjection: almost all tix being snapped up within 30min is nothing short of amazing, i can't think of a time when any other school performance was that sought after. it must be the universal appeal of hot guys and hotter girls, writhing away.]
this week has been really slack, (apart from napfa) what with the after-assembly trip to mac's, the non-presence of many many teachers in many periods, the relatively easier topics for econs and math (taxation and probability), the.. i don't know. it feels very relaxed. which is NOT what it should be! it seems to be coming from everywhere now, everyone saying. again, again. telling of how little time there is left, before the As. 5 more months. or rather, only 5 months.
ticktockticktock. and ms stefani yoddels on whilst i try to finish typing endless essays on the comp.
i've discovered the infinite joys and pleasures of photography. deciding to be proactive about the lack of proper batteries in the house, i "borrowed" them from the telephone. and i am HOOKED now! digicams with all their different functions and settings are like, the non-kid's toy. i think i'll start bringing it to school, although the horrifying prospect of theft is enough a deterrent for now. admittedly, it is hard to take really good photos. what is artistic photography anyway? maybe i should go for a course on this.
dance afternoon, anyone?
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1:39 am
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
as a reverse revenge against snooping teachers, try googling their names! you never know what you'll find. seriously speaking though, googling a certain teacher has given me newfound respect for him. especially considering the current circumstances, i'm quite amazed and am seeing him in a new light now. and no, this isn't sucking up because i didn't name anyone.
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haha- i wish, seriously i'd be damn happy if this were really true, but knowing the reliability of online quizze..
| Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover |
 You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires. And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek. You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships. It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is. |
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Monday, April 25, 2005
first up, i think if anyone can't notice the new, rather obvious link (which i have half a mind to revert back to what it originally was) that i've placed on the old blog (which has made that 'orbituary' look rather ugly now), they don't deserve to be here. because it shows how stupid and unthinking and unobservant they are that i don't know. too stupid la! imagine, we have to be thinkers, leaders and pioneers. how can i spoonfeed them with such vital information which they were supposed to have sussed out for themselves via closer inspection. why should laziness be rewarded. or at least you know, click on someone else's link. just instantly assuming that i've stopped blogging because of what you see... ahhh!! it's amazing really, that in a school like rjc we have plenty of people who can't think for themselves, or refuse to think anymore than they need to (bringing to mind silly girls who didn't read an important email just because it was made up of huge chunks of words), taking everything at face value and just accepting it as it is. says so much about our school, doesn't it? more like muggers, followers, and dumbasses.
i also wonder why teachers read blogs, really. if they do, i think they should just shut up and give whiteslips secretly at best. or something. i don't really care. don't deprive us of our entertainment! many a good blog with juicy, scandalous information and/or entertaining writing (in more ways than one - some you laugh with, some you laugh at) have been shut down because of the threat of getting into trouble. either that, or people censor themselves silly that they might as well not blog at all. granted, if you don't exercise discretion in recording your exploits then you had it coming, i guess. it's a fine line. i'm just amazed that teachers actually have the time to do such things. don't they have lectures and tutorials to prepare. don't they have assignments to mark? they seem to be very free people. then again, i guess we're free people too since we embark on pointless pursuits like so. but c'mon! you're spoiling all the fun.
anyway, after sitting through that lecture by leong, i found myself walking away thinking that it was quite a pointless experience, besides him laying down the bare cold facts so that we have no one to blame but ourselves if we continue down that path. nothing's going to change. i'll be damned surprised if it does. i foresee everyone just sticking to their ways. maybe a temporary betterment. old habits die hard. hence it was quite a wasted half an hour, when we could have been working on earning money (or trying to, with the distraction of pikachu volleyball).
pe is really depressing, and i think i am resigned to the fact that i'll be entering NS early.
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10:16 pm
Saturday, April 23, 2005
hullo. ok i think i'll start recounting the days since wednesday of pressplayweek up till today, and the interesting events that happened.
so on that wednesday, which would be last week's wednesday, brian, eugene, nicole, lynette, lai, bing and i got trapped in the lift after school. the girls, typically freaked out and started screaming. bing and lai promptly plopped their asses on the floor and started listening to their ipod, whilst eugene kept pressing the lift button and brian as usual was bitching, especially when we found out that idiots running for council had plastered their posters all over the speakers. me, i just thought that everything was funny. i mean, how often do you get stuck in a lift!
i wanted to crack some joke about not having any sex before dying. so anyway, we got sick of it after about 10 minutes, the novelty'd worn out and we thought we could hear people laughing outside, which was quite irritating coming alongside hysterical girls. i recalled that the LCD numbers had gone haywire the moment the doors had closed on the 6th floor and we hadn't budged, so by extension we'd still be there. bing pried apart the doors, and we spilled out in front of bewildered people who were walking towards the lift. and can you imagine? some actually tried to get in to use it. idiots. being stuck in a lift was a funny experience while it lasted though.
nothing much of interest on thursday, besides the gp talk by vivian balakrishnan, who seems like a pretty nice and decent guy for a minister. i was quite annoyed by the incessant questions on homosexuality by stupid people whose idea of fun was attempting to push the buttons of a seasoned and diplomatic minister by asking trite questions on a cold, boring thursday afternoon in an LT whereas it was anything but. and all everyone really wanted was just to go home rather than listen to pointlessly pointed things. they aren't going to accept you, get over it and go home, do your homework, get a scholarship so you can go somewhere else and be gay and be subversive just for the sake of it.
friday. saw the Great PW Rush, which saw us going twice to check out the board - once before econslect, and once before history lesson, not because we couldn't catch it the first time.. even with the throngs of people checking it out. anyway, looking at the remarks that the markers gave us with the feedback sheets i feel like i, and the rest of the group deserve 1. what can i say? i considered appealing, but that amount of money's not really worth it, especially when NUS is probably the last university on my mind, next to NTU. oh well. at least we're not like certain JCs where the teachers need to spoonfeed their students with the exact questions for OralPresentation the day before and encourage them to mug their answers.
later on that day was pressplay, the rock concert in school, which had 6 bands altogether. band1, which was a j1 band was the most CMI, imo. maybe the organisers put them there so that with low expectations, people would better appreciate the later ones. the poor band wasn't very well-recieved, probably due to their lacklustre performance and quite horrifying vocals especially the guy who tried to sing Jet's "are you gonna be my girl"
band2 was kevin/karl's band. they seemed to be the band that connected the most with the audience, and mr shittles' singing is pretty good actually. karl's guitar-behind-the-head shtick was quite cool, and everyone loved the sax guy. band3 was fronted by nigel, who has the best voice i've ever heard from a chinese mouth, i think. their renditions of "accidentally in love" and that googoodolls song were quite nice, yup. but they were less engaged with the audience i guess. however, i'd still rate their band as the highest that night, with KnK's (hoho) band a close second.
band4 was just.. horrigible. i don't know, i guess i'm not in a position to comment. i'm not a fan of punk, so i guess i'd probably be biased. i think the system didn't really like band4, because the mike kept swinging away from davidgoh's mouth and he had to keep pushing it back every 15seconds, and halfway through there was a blackout and the rented-revolving-myriad-lights exploded in sparks, which suffused eugene and i in giggles. people obviously took that opportunity to
walk out the door, walk out the door and never come back. so that when band5 came in, the audience was noticably smaller. can't say much for band5 except that i liked when that guy sang john mayer's "no such thing", which i felt was quite sincere. and melvin's ending run-around-the-drums was quite pro too, yup.
band6 which closed was another j1 band, much better than the first but with lots of room for improvement. only people i recognized from there were maxine (who looked quite sizzlin in an all-black-ensemble) and danielli. ah well. have i ever said how much i love female fronted rock? tempering the ying with the yang, and all that jazz. maxine's singing was not bad. unfortunately, and rather ridiculously, this is the first time i've ever seen a band have 2 female lead singers. maxine's counterpart was not very good and pitchy, yet continually tried to drown out her voice with her bellowing (which bena and i were imitating; toxic is no longer our duet song. "dream of califORRRnicaSHORRN"), so it was quite a waste. the worst was when the sound was tampered with during the encore, and "i will survive" became quite ironic with
walk out the door..anyway, saw both old and new crushes at pressplay. hoho. but yuppono only knows who the second one is. it is the zenith, the apex. of those curves. -wink- hahaha. and after friday, i am justified. i am justified that green is worthy enough to be my favourite colour. i am worthy, for have you ever seen such greatness in green before? wow. camy's dad drove us home. and hence i was still in time for survivor!
saturday. hadri's birthday gathering was at the new nydc al fresco style outside heeren, which was the most terrible location ever with smokers and a chinkyfreakshow behind us. hmm! and i think sometimes milk and cookies look better further away than closeup, because they're more desirable and delicious that way. money dispute was quite a dampener. but, glad hadri had a nice day, especially after he's discovered a new unpolished talent for singing!
sunday. i had my first math tuition lesson. the teacher reminded me of this enginefac stereotype, and i wouldn't be surprised if he did take doublemath during his As. the idiot was SUCH a stickler for details. he didn't even allow me to write the letters "LHS" for proving on the right side of the equal sign, didn't allow me to write my fractions like so "2/3" except with utterly horizontal numerator-denominator divisions, insisted i write (3-x) as -(x-3), didn't allow me to use a ruler to mark out points on a graph. wanting me to draw accurate graphs yet estimating the positions. contradictory, no? basically, he was an intrusive fool who shoved his pencil and tube of correction fluid in my face and my paper for every single transgression in presentation and penmanship (hello! this is just practise!) which subsequently ruined the nib of my pen, was shocked when i told him that i took LitS, mocked me when i said i was good at the complex numbers topic, told me in a condescending manner that it was ok if i was afraid of math "because all arts students are" when i'm not and the last straw came when he pushed his glass of water to me. and it was only a few seconds after did i realise that ass wanted me to refill it for him. go to hell, seriously. i promptly told my mom that i wanted him gone especially after he self-invited himself into my toilet.
monday of this week was funny because i wrote japanese gibberish on the board before econs and mrs tan said "eugene! it must be you" because he's the only one in class who takes jap. i think we had a pretty nice discussion in class during gp. and there was a huge number of blueslips given in that one day, which led to..
tuesday, when laoshi refused to sign my blueslip after only one was taken in the morning, just because she got bitched about it the day before. oh well, whatever. i found it really funny how attitudes change really quickly but i guess her job was on the line. hence i was stuck in school. ugh. and i think mrs butler is really funny. she's quite nice actually, despite earlier impressions formed. gp presentation didn't go as well as i'd wanted it to, if only because of the negativity towards my mtv of choice. think i should have screened "bedtime story" instead of "like a prayer" to make our case stronger, but it's ok.
wednesday. saw council results being released, and am really happy for and proud of all the juniors who made it! 'tis a bit sad that i'm not in camp now with them, but i guess that regret dissipated pretty quickly. very tiring to keep churning out baggages of old, but it does sting dully every now and then. i guess it's easier to look at things in a funny and satirizing light, like that rafflesrendem thingie that they just implemented, which i think is just another one of those things that council does to keep itself occupied. but at least it's better than some of the others, like the twister challenge with advertisements of "left foot on orange" (not a very smart advert, considering that people will really take you up on your suggestion especially knowing that that's someone's nickname too); i also prefered the ugly looking condom as compared to the stupid swinging basket now which is a bloody hazard everytime i walk past it, especially with brian's itchy hands haha. heard that, council?
thursday. exacerbated the class troubles with people skipping
that man's lecture. i guess he'd gotten sick of people ponning, and had been simmering for the past 2 weeks. hence being a helplessly powerless relief teacher, had to rely on kwok to dish out the whiteslips. wah, lucky for me, cos i had a strange urge to skip the lecture that day. thankfully i didn't. and something happened that day which made me really bitter. i dislike uncreativity and plagiarism. but what makes it worse is when it's rewarded and lauded. (which is why i sympathized with ivana when jenthefembot trumped *aha!pun* her in Levi' s on theapprentice2 the other day, not just because she's the token snarkybutaccurate asianfiestybitch on american reality) it's so disgusting it's not even funny anymore. 'nuff said.
friday, which was yesterday. brought it all to a head when
that man only announced halfway during the lesson that rolly was coming over to give us a peptalk. hello, people have plans you know. don't inform people about things at the last minute. maybe you feel vindicated because we've treated you like shit because of your horrible teaching and shouting and truncated sentences but you know what. two wrongs don't really make a right. i'm really glad i only have to see you for one more week. especially when you said "A? E?" after looking at my source-based essay with this look that expected me to understand what the hell you were trying to say in 2letters. uhm, what on earth was that supposed to mean? you need to go to the A&E cos of stilted speech? it could mean anything! oh well. hence i met hadri a bit late for lunch-ing at ri.
and today is saturday, with me feeling grouchy at home, writing this extremely long post.
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9:26 pm
Thursday, April 21, 2005
hello.
this is my new blog, and (obviously) my first post here.
i chose this url because it puns on wisteria lane, home of my most favourite drama serial right now, and it being "his", or rather.. mine. kinda like MJ's HIStory, you know? "attempt to connect his glorious past to a dodgy present", reflected here somewhat. perhaps not glorious, but relatively speaking it sure was. and i guess it's also rather fitting cos i tend to get rather hysterical sometimes. so, share and join in the madness, everyone!
i'll miss my old abode-cum-userhandle on the WWW.
duntellme. conscious change, starting with the hotmail, which i chucked aside a few weeks ago in favour of gmail. and now this. i guess i didn't really like the allusions my parents made to my blog. like my mom would mention offhand that i should not blog so much, and my dad knew my previous email. it doesn't take a genius to figure out (albeit by luckyguess) that they might be related, especially since my parents love gossiping about me. hence, with my new email and blog address distinctly different now, i don't foresee such problems of them reading. not that i do have any issues with them reading, i just don't think they'd really like what they see.
besides, it's time to move on. although i guess you can't really please people.
duntellme was catchy, pleasing to the ear. easy to remember, and people seemed to like it. this shift was rather unpopular, they went, "just keep your old one, it's fine". it was actually a concerted effort to move away from it with gmail although i could continue on.
duntellme, essentially- was picked up because it was my most favourite song -ever- back in the day, helped by the fact that it was a madonna single as well. having avril sing a song of the same title a few years later really depreciated the value in that moniker, and made it easy to drop. i also got a bit sick of it, i guess.
email's accompanied me since earlysec2, right to early-midj2. blogging came on later in early sec4, although it died on me and i had to restart again in the middle of the year, which caused me distress at the prospect of losing precious thoughts and memories. thankfully i managed to retrieve them. what this means is that it's all really an important part of my experiences in my formative adoloscent/teenage years, my green salad days, especially for someone who spends so much time online. but sometimes, we can't hold on to the things of old. sometimes we need to know when to let go, and this is one of those times. too much emotional attachment. it's not really denial of the past, but rather acknowledgement in a detached way. to repeatedly ruminate over the past can be quite disastrous.
duntellme saw me through the gloomy outlook of SARS (when my dalliance with blogspot first began), my struggles with faith(s), my annoyance with my prelim results, my disappointment at the way certain things in ri had transpired and subsequently concluded, the strangely relaxed interim period between prelims and Os, the rush of the Olevel experience, the days leading up to rjc which were filled with possibilities and so much fun, orientation and ghim moh, failing to make it into council, failing to make it into humans, failing to make it into Oteam, failing to make any of my afterOlevel dreams come true, my anxiety over not qualifying for an Spaper, being thankful about the presence of certain people in my life - the occasional spark of genuine human contact. in general, nitpickings with life. most of my entries were edited over and over again, carefully crafted to be (hopefully) good pieces of writing that shrouded alot of my uberpersonal thoughts and bitchings (still ever the exhibitionist, i am) wrapped in images and symbolism. and yet they were interspersed with entries entertaining enough to sustain the loyal readers. thank you for that.
however it is all over now,
duntellme has ceased to exist, except for my yahoo account. i think my style of writing's never really changed, besides getting abit more sophisticated with each entry. but my mentality sure has. i'll treasure each and every single one of those entries and mails recieved. hopefully i'll make this a good one.
it's been about a year since i failed to make it, when everything started crashing down. i think that period of time, i've never been more bitter. about that, and every other thing that came my way. and now that you know, a cycle's almost over. this is just the right time to adjust and shift. hopefully this'll see us with better days.
on that note, i think i should dispense with the overwhelmingly sombre tone here, too grave and inauspicious for a first post. it's also highly depressing what with the already black background. i've restarted my counter also. it's nice to start again, on such a petite little virtual domicile.
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