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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.
mike just took up your time at
9:26 pm
th time!