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(Thursday, September 29, 2005-)
+10:24 PM]*
# post prelim schedule-
okay, here's the post prelim's schedule i finally managed to get from my fren. i could not download it off smb cuz somehow the file was removed. so i'm not sure how much of the schedule is correct, and i typed this out from the hard copy i got from my fren.
please note i have omitted the GP lessons, and i am not sure if we have to attend the remedials. everything is in audi unless noted, except for remedials where i dunno the venue.
fri 30th sep
8.00 - 10.00 audi return n review of math
12.00 - 1.20 math remedial 1
mon 3rd oct
8.00 - 10.40 review chem paper 1
11.20 - 12.40 review chem paper 2 n 3
2.40 - 4.00 math remedial 2
tues 4th oct
8.00 - 10.40 review phy paper 1
11.20 - 12.40 review phy paper 2
1.20 - 2.40 review phy paper 3
wed 5th oct
10.40 - 12.00 math remedial 3
12.40 - 2.00 return bio
2.00 - 4.30 chem review of past yr A-lvls papers
thurs 6th oct
8.00 - 9.20 phy remedial 1
11.20 - 12.40 review bio
fri 7th oct
11.20 - 12.40 math remedial 4
2.40 - 4.00 phy remedial 2
mon 10th oct
8.00 - 9.20 chem review of:1) past yr A-lvls paper 3 @ audi
2) other jc prelim paper 1 @ lt3
9.20 - 10.40 bio revision lect 1
11.20 - 12.40 math remedial 5
tues 11th oct
9.20 - 10.40 bio revision lect 2
12.40 - 2.00 phy remedial 3
weds 12th oct
8.00 - 9.20 bio revision lect 3
9.20 - 10.40 math remedial 6
12.40 - 2.00 chem review of:1) past yr A-lvls paper 4 @ audi
2) other jc prelim paper 2 @ lt3
thurs 13th oct
8.00 - 9.20 phy remedial 4 (lt2, lt3)
9.20 - 10.40 math remedial 7
12.40 - 2.00 bio revision lect
fri 14th oct
8.00 - 9.20 AWH's address
9.20 - 10.40 special CT session
11.20 - 12.40 math remedial 8
12.40 - 2.00 chem review of:1) past yr A-lvls paper 5 @ audi
2) other jc prelim paper 3 @ lt3
2.40 - 4.00 bio revision lect 5
mon 17th oct
8.00 - 9.20 bio revision lect 6
tt's all. it is recommended that you still come school at 8 as i do not know the GP lessons timetable if you do, pls tell me.
-zp-
p.s. did someone remove a previous post? cuz tt was by me too, hope no one got offended. i juz tot it sounded alot lyk something jian an might say.
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(Wednesday, September 28, 2005-)
+6:25 PM]*
# it hurts. it really, really hurts.-
these are no laughing matter. pls do not laugh.
case #1
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MOSTLY WAFFLE (and very irritating to read)
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Ridiculously and
exasperatingly verbose.
Your sentences are
convoluted, your
phraseology pretentious
and your content
comprises of mostly WAFFLE.
You need to go back to
basics.
You also need to exercise
more intellectual and
linguistic discipline and
stop being so self-indulgent.
+ You need to do all
this NOW ! (me: how do you triple underline something?)
PTO
You also need to phrase
your points so that
they do not sound
self-contradictory.
(e.g. Opponents of this
technology contend ... )
In my view, however, ....
C = 11
E = 16 27
Case #2 (includes flashback)
Oct 2004, Audi.
A "There's an error with the electronic structure I drew. And you marked me correct."
B "Oh yes ... aha minus one mark. ... so that makes 82. You know, Herbert, when I finished marking the paper, I totalled up the marks and I couldn't believe it! I counted over and over ... haha, hope you don't feel hurt!"
28 Sep 2005
B "Aiyah ___ sure get A one what! __ marks."
"You ah ... how much is B?"
A "68."
B "C?"
A "62."
B "Oh then you got B or C."
A "What about me? What did I get?"
B "What's a C again?"
A "62. 60-something is it?"
B "Then what about a D?"
A "56."
B "Ah, the fourth one."
...
A "I really got D? So lousy ... (To another onlooking teacher)"
B "Nevermind what. D is not bad already. Consider the standard of others."
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Samuel I'm sorry. I know I'm a wuss. And most people thought I was a true man. What BULLSHIT
My heart is bleeding. If anyone laughed reading the above two passages, my heart bleeds even harder.
You shouldn't be laughing. You should be mourning.
If you don't want to mourn, I can always mourn by myself. Possibly for myself.
Mourning at the death of generosity, tactfulness, kindness, and friendliness.
And my able self.
bert
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(Friday, September 23, 2005-)
+1:29 AM]*
# cake-
oh yes, happy birthday serene!
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+1:11 AM]*
# alright!-
-amyseow
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+12:36 AM]*
# Cultural tour of Geylang-
After playing LAN and pool at Bukit Timah Plaza, Matthew and I decided to join Weidi and Aloy Teo to play bowling at some ulu place at Jalan Sultan Road where there are prostitutes posing as hairdressers and masseurs. They seem to be very accomodating to males of all ages and shapes. They even tried to lure us in...
After bowling, we decided to go low class all the way for the rest of the night. Weidi suggested to go to Geylang for dinner since we are in the vicinity. I was apprehensive at first but decided to go a shot at losing my virginity. We are going to be MEN!
But we got a SHOCK! ALL the people there are balding, fat males with crooked teeth stained bright yellow due to prolonged period of smoking. They leer at everyone, especially girls. The Chinese girls wore skirts that seemed like undies and put on make up that glittered in the dark. They like to colour their fingernails red and don big earrings. They like to stand around in the corridors and outside hotels such as Fragrance, Happy After-hours. An interesting note is that all massages and additional service only cost $28 per hour! They standardise their rates to prevent disruptive competition. We also witnessed transvestites and crossdressers with cheek bones so high that they can't possibly be females at birth.
We walked from Lorong 23 to the hottest epicenter at Lorong 12. We dared not venture into the odd number avenues as there are red lights guarding the entrance signaling the end of innocence once u enter. Byu the way, there are also cameras protecting us from hookers as they are prohibited by law to step beyond the cameras to attract business. Nonetheless, we still witnessed some negiotiations of rates between ah peks and prostitutes. One of the ah peks got rejected by a prostitute cos his looks and behaviour are highly repulsive...
There are also new business gimmicks such as the free screening of Japanese porn video outside a pub. It attracted a large crowd of Indian workers and once again, balding ah peks.
We finally settled down at a decent looking coffeshop to eat frog leg porridge. All the conservations that we overheard included referrals to the female anatomy (breasts and vagina) in all languages and dialects. They are comparing rates and values for money in various parts of Geylang with other coloured districts such as Joo Chiat.
The rest of our learning experience is too RA to be posted here. Interested parties may approach Weidi for further enquires and future guided tours.
some pics (sorry for the low quality, taken with a qVGA camera phone)
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Lorong 6 Geylang - still on the safe side | the legendary Gay World Hotel - why is gay in chinese called "fan hua"? |
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fragrance hotel - lit up like a big red lantern | room rates - not purposely censored, its overexposed |
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(Thursday, September 22, 2005-)
+10:48 PM]*
# yay exams are over-
i'm sure all of us are enjoying the idea that we have indeed survived the two weeks of hell, which we initially thought was insurmountable. for that, we are all winner liao!
i thought this time the celebrations weren't as intense, but in the end, the intensity was on the legs, for the pathway i took. well, some people went to LAN, then pool, join the painting group for a while then go and bowl. the other major group was the group that painted the town red. and samuel thought what the hell it meant at first.
so the path started at the class bench, where i took out my blue bouncing rubber ball and started bouncing it. ming swin and some gang had to ask some chem question which were allegedly from some prelim, and it was supposedly a simple oxidation number kind of question involving iodine and thiosulphate. like that also dunno! think all our brains shut down liao, tze yi very kind say i off form, but off form is totally bad news anyway. in the end jian an had to step in and give his high-level spell: Tikam (10 mana points). anyway the juniors thought it was pro. hopefully, they will not implement such a cheap method during their promos.
so actually richmond, zhan pei they all quite magnetic, so i was attracted by the high octane challenge of the masculine world of pool, LAN and competition. yes, no problem we can play it for fun. but i still preferred the idea of carefree sightseeing over the slightest nuances of killing each other. so i went with samuel and his angels.
so it was all walk and no other fun. no it wasn't. it was more interesting, exciting, and (!) rewarding (why on earth man! it's just a walk in the park. unless the dog shit you stumble upon will give you magic powers of enlightenment on life all of a sudden?). partly due to the sights, partly due to the very dynamic and cool people that were along the ride. anyway i love to take pride and enjoy such small, seemingly insignificant trips that really don't matter, just that i make it sound like it does matter a lot. and i'm so sorry but that is me.
marina square carl's junior? the paris hilton mega burger, or rather the slutty burger, was beckoning. somehow, i never love to make decisions for the group, because i'm pretty much fine with anything. i'm afraid that my whimsical decision will not be well-received, and the group would grudgingly eat at this restaurant that is actually some low-class, unappetising and unappealing slum. and that would be all my fault. without making such whimsical, subjective decisions that are ruled by the matter of preference, i avoid such feelings of 'rejection' and resentment. we walked around, looked at menus, displays, grabbed unwitting flyers, dashed past roads, was horned by a silver taxi, passed s69 and s67 people, and finally went into cafe cartel. i have never eaten here (jiang san ba - oh boy, those who dun like me have loads to say), and so was quite attracted to the way this place operates. you have to serve your own water, cut your own bread, squeeze your own olive oil and chilli without really using it in the end, and get to fill out consent forms based on seniority of town-painting experience. my meal was 9.50, but the chicken breast was tough and quite dry, but the vegetables were quite exotically prepared and seasoned. and there were prunes in my chicken. they were supposed to be mushrooms. and of course, heavily-peppered spaghetti. and a drink and some yummy soup. in the end, i had to gobble some bread cos i can't waste them, and samuel has to go and *ahem* pass his watery stools; to ease his stomach discomfort/unease;, halfway into his lunch. oh man. it feels so unnatural and mediacorp. please, i am not a scriptwriter! why can't they just say go pang sai. everytime i say that, the girls would recoil in absolute disgust. i won't elaborate further.
so when serene thought that everyone was strangely vanishing for toilet breaks consecutively after returning from the first trip, she was greeted with a nice decent surprise. a really delectable, chocolate wedge of a cake, which wasn't gaudily adorned with 18 candles, or fireworked with creams and peppered with words, but it sure served its purpose. anyway serene wasn't hungry and was glad to let the swarming vultures chip off her cake bit by bit. and these vultures really have a knack for nice chocolate.
anyway samuel went to pang sai lah, so to speak. i was left with jac who just joined in, pei yiing, sheryl and liyu. they enjoyed a 7.90 brownie, chocolate fudge and ice cream delight. soon i even tried a bit of it. the same high quality chocolate i tasted earlier. the girls were uncomfortable with the idea of the fudge being slimy. we're eating here, mister. i'm sorry, it's the same when it ends up in the gastrointestinal tract;;.
soon samuel came back, happy and relieved. together, we pledged to go to the candy shop. but on the way, we encountered several willing obstacles.
girls' fashion and more girls' fashion. in one shop, there were loads of gowns, beautifully coloured and adorned, and all of respectable height. i don't know how many times i caught some people saying that i should try them on. thank you, but unlike them, i do not like to cross-dress, much less in dangerously-spiked gowns that are full of jewellery that seriously roughens the entire surface. it's as if james bond feels up a woman he saw at the hwa chong prom 2005 at ritz carlton on one of his spy missions (yah that desperate fucker) and then recoils his hand, smeared with blood. now i think that would be quite nice.
there was a shop where stacy tried on a grey dress, and i thought she would be so kind as to come out and show us the nice assembly, but being the shy, nice girl of many in s75, she quickly dressed back to her brown sack and popped out again, much to my disappointment. and to think i was so freaking honest not to peep into the gaps in the changing room. it's just not fair. the other girls were seriously cramming up into stacy's space, adjusting this and that whatnot, and who is to see the final assembly? not me. i don't deserve it.
ok, then more and more female clothes. they got pretty sickening after a while. but it was quite funny to see how some cleavages were purposely exposed to create maximal effect, and some clothes on the mannequins were white, effectively rendering a naked effect. after a while, it got pretty sickening to see the rows upon rows of white pretties behind their glass walls, all of similar build, hardness and bust size. i realised that my classmates are fashion connoisseurs in their own right, having their own pick and taste of the latest colours, what is nice and what is AH-UGLY. the pattern was quite strong. rugged, rustic designs were in and preferred, to overly flashy, or overly simple prototypes.
at the vgo demonstration that was patronised only by the sales people themselves (one was slacking away on the exercise bike. who on earth would want to visit the likes of such displayed enthusiasm). here weidi and aloy teo appeared from the warm comfort of their home, not ravaged by the musings of earlier morning. oh hell. we picked on an old lady who showed her side thighs and a bit of nonexistent cleavage from her high fashion class. suffice to say, it was downright disgusting, just that i laughed instead of showing any displeasure. we were on many window shopping trips again, but the one most worth mentioning was at SASA along the 2nd level railings. we went in and aloy teo wanted to check out 'nan ren' things. ok, the closest match was 'transvital'. which was closer to transvestite actually. the products on the other shelves were equally ridiculous. a packet of group one, group two and transition elements anyone? for your face?? i remember at fancl they sell DNA and RNA tablets. now that's something for breaking important nucleotide bases in the body to create a new you from your faeces.
of course, being the low class, never rich enough to spend like kings students (especially male students in s75), we went around the left panel where all the test fragrances were put on display. hugo boss smelt decent, and there were a few other fruity smells, citrus smells that would be ideal insect attractants, and other male fragrances that smelt like shit. female fragrances were ok, some were too strong, while others bordered a bit on the male side (!). suffice to say, after sampling many volatile liquids, i was on the verge of fainting. then we looked at stuff in the shop like we would interesting exhibits. this foundation application thing, and this concealed container of beads that were supposed to be rub-on foundations. ok, beauty is really, really cumbersome.
we pressed on, down some streets and into our intended destination.
millennia walk the ceilings were actually pretty nice, although space-consuming and of little practical use, except when you actually take the time to look up. wow. the rest of the landscape, however, was the samely industrialised, commercialised and cosmopolitanised place we're all so familiar with by now. besides encountering this funny woman on a poster who cross folds her arms across her own arms, resembling the famous ugly toad xu chun mei;;, and this cow thingy exhibit which i never understood despite amy's intellect, we finally made our way to a colourful world of carbohydrates, calories, and potential diabetic inhabitants. candy empire.
let's just say that when i stepped in, the level of scrutiny i had for several foreign objects was totally like that of a tourist's. yes sorry i'm sam ba. i know. panels of open-up drawers of wrapped sweets, chocolates, gummies, sour sugared stripes, easter eggs, as well as racks after racks of expensive (more than the USA, which would consider the following packaging as one serving and would favour couch potatoes) huge potato chips that cost like more than ten bucks; red strawberry squeezable facial foams/shampoo/body foam/confectionery cream; willy wonka's expensive candy bars that actually capitalise on the movie's fantasy of going to the uk to visit NESTLE factories. was it really all good? all expenses paid? when is the excursion? am i going to skip A levels? can the might and power of willy wonka save me from entering the pits of NS? oh boy i hope this doesn't involve tony blair. anyway, i bought the non-golden ticket containing nerds, the oompas, ooh they also involve willy wonky, and some really cool jelly beans which everyone was koping later on and reading the colourimeter to see what they were eating. that was particularly funny and cool about this sweet product. somehow, stacy said something behind my back. i turned around to ask her what she said, and she said nothing. immediately i went Bitch! and she almost threw into a state of asphyxiation, a common 'shocked' trademark by stacy. she kept reassuring herself that herbert is just kidding with her, which is so freaking obvious but she's just a tad worried that it may well be a truthful remark about her, which i don't see the reason why it should. wow. the girls in our class are really, really nice. i think i feel like some idiotic rock band radical who fell ass first into this guai1 class.
well, then outside, emmeline decided to go crazy again, insisting on going on a merry go round ride with such a small r and hence a large omega and v. after looking at earrings, sitting down at a bench to talk a bit and read mags, sheryl inventing a game in which you die if you step on any black tile and upon encountering large strips of black you don't have to run jump over but do a swimming action to wade past the danger. the most heartbreaking part of this is that yaqi and samuel joined in, influenced by sheryl's uncanny spiritual power. for me, i just detonated myself loudly behind her when she got off the bench. luckily, we exited, hit the hot air outside, weidi and aloy teo decided to wait for the other guys to bowl, while i got momentarily torn apart before deciding again my preference is with pure slacking. i ran ahead to grab the group, wait for the bus, and boarded it.
on the bus man. 111, samuel's fave number. he thinks it's cursed that many times he looks at the computer screen, the time would read 11:11. The Ring. Ju-On. The Phone Call. The Computer Clock. i had a really cool conversation with emmeline (and yaqi listening in not far away at all). suffice to say, emmeline is a really cool girl, who's just like any other girl! man. i won't mind sharing my nonsense with you man. but i won't have much though.
far east plaza cool. the flooring is uneven. will i trip? i didn't. let's go shave our brows for nothing! oh, so it's like cutting hair, just that it's done to the eyebrows. my eyebrows look thick and menacing? i don't mind. bitches who cut queue will quiver when i interrogate them, and i haven't even begun to raise my voice yet. somehow, i entered the shop with two girls, and they left to drag amy in, the first customer of our bunch. somehow the lady boss and the conspicuous middle-aged guy, who was to me quite obviously someone of rather high position and authority, struck up a conversation with me, realising that i just finished my prelims, am so freaking humble when i declined to think about the exams, learnt how difficult our bio papers can get and discussed the significance of our unfortunately short stint in jc, and of my impending entrance to ns. the guy added the ns period would be another phase but it won't be much longer than jc. yah, let's see if he is right.
the girls got dragged in, i went to watch as amy's skin above her brows got scraped continuously, and then the woman had to go in between the light rays and obscure my view of the operation. so i sat down and talked to the bunch. sometimes carine would ask me to shut up, cos i was really going quite bonkers teasing the more provocative things she says. but somehow, i think carine deserves it. cos i'm not the only one who teases her. one by one, they went in to get their eyebrows scraped and 'manhandled'. yes, i really could see the red marks on their much more refined, thinner and sharper brows. i could swear as i stared into stacy, her brows are asymmetry. the left one reaches slightly into the nose ridge area. amy looked sharper and less asleep, so mrs foo would stop calling on her to see if she's asleep, and now, even if she was.
during our chats, i did find some difficulty to penetrate into the conversation, and i dun know what got into me, but i just wanted so much to be part of the fray, that i constantly got dropped from the channel without even getting in. speak too soft? too quickly? too rubbish? too rude? my best remedy for this used to be keeping silent, listening intently, but the conversation was simply too nice! am i getting left out of this class? am i effectively branded a social outcast? my answer to myself is no. i am here, choosing to walk around in malls, with a bunch of very cool people, when i can be at home, doing more meaningful things like play dota, or more manly, test of strength and ability, hardcore activities like pool, bowling and LAN, see who can trash who faster kind. i love this company and i treasure this class for its unique people and personalities.
suddenly it was kang xi lai le, then it became good and bad hosts, chuan yi feng and guo liang, and how we could and could not stand bryan wong, sharon au, kym ng; most of our hosting talent is not local, hopefully the new show would bring in some new talent; amy's phone specs and her pixelations, lags, no transmission and compromised memory card; whether we would have a class chalet; liyu's exploits post a level, take erhu double grade exams, SAT and go back to china where she rightfully belongs (her family member there). i can't remember anymore, i was probably not listening, or i was already dreaming away.
emmeline went to cut her hair, and there were a few swap ins and outs of the party, when we went down to level one to walk around yet more shops. my legs really gonna give way then man. seriously no shopping stamina. especially when i brought my clothes, physics notes and pencil case along, my legs weren't the only things aching. after visiting ipod mini designs getting subbed relentlessly by ipod nano, walking down the street via lucky plaza, underpass, we went to our dining place.
takashimaya sc so we headed straight for ajisen - beside that one the newly opened central, east meets west food. the food is generally cheaper than town fare, about 5-7 dollars, and quite some people queued behind us. amy ran off to get her phone fixed, weilin would join us later and emmeline went to get money but apparently won't join us for dinner. left carine, samuel and i. i didn't take long to realise what a lack of dynamism was apparent in my way of conversing with others. i was good at sudden shocks of rubbish, which was occasionally funny, oftentimes surprising, and sometimes insulting to the average s75 girl. i was good at relating my thoughts and experiences in their raw form and giving loads of opinionated comments, if i was given the chance and space to express myself. i was, however, an F-grader in maintaining a dynamic, exciting and fun conversation. unwittingly, and at that moment i couldn't explain why, i toned down my entire body chemistry, my mood, my way of conversing and relating with others. at the dining table, i was great. carine stopped snapping at my shit, because i stopped egesting. i listened more and talked less, because weilin had stuffs to say. there was more to care about, because amy came in sweaty and hot, and still apologised for making us all wait for her, when her food was sitting on the table following newton's law of cooling curve. in other words, i was a much better person. and the noodles were quite spicy.
so what if i got the dark fringe nonsense wrong. it was probably only 2 marks. there could be more errors, if carine talked about how she did the whole paper, and some of us would start crying on the dining table on the spot. the food was ok, the ambience average, but the class rocks.
we walked a final bout of touring some shops, checking out some shoes, me realising the entire conglomerate of shoes on display, colourful and bright, trendy and nicely-shaped, were all for female nike. darn they were still very nice to look at. we then went on to take buses home, i was lame with carine again, forcing her to stand as she teased us for sitting down (legs going to give way anytime now), and her bus came first. left me and weilin waiting for 171, i was wondering what i am going to say to her. dynamism and stuff comes in, rmb? on hindsight, such thoughts are highly saddening. yet, 2 years of jc to know each other is really not enough. we're not as close as girls are together, especially those who've already known before coming in, hence explaining sitting-together behaviours for many lectures. i already grew out of the childishness that went against such cliquing together. cliques are natural;;;; and they should not be prevented. i was really thankful on hindsight again, that it was really not necessary to change any reaction conditions to start any conversation. on the bus, it was so naturally flowing, and logically proceeding, that i got motion-sick from concentrating on the conversation. it happened when elaine and i rode home from town after block test one ("ohmigod! got so many new tutorials to do lah! carbonyl carboxylic ... ... ... maths still got ****** tagboard censored the above because it hates work too" ... "you are hardworking." ... "no, you will be hardworking.") those are all her words btw. i got motion sickness too, and it was not because her prime attitude towards work was disgusting the hell out of me. it was the conversation that was never thought to be, that was eventually overflowing. sorry elaine, i am still a letdown fyi. prelim come out you know already. then again, i may not want to tell you later you laugh!! increasing my misery.
you can do it weilin! must seize the opportunities to do work, and a level is the most important of all. i dunno how unimportant prelims are, but a level confirm must pia, cos it is really the pinnacle of our existence in jc.
anyway, the prelims are over, s papers not graded, tomorrow people still going zoo, mosquito repellents already prepared by meticulous stacy. wah lau eh. why else would i be taking a nice vacation from the lecture notes, typing all these loads of crap.
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(Monday, September 19, 2005-)
+5:43 PM]*
# i should be studying..-
hey, its more than halfway thru prelims.. now its 5.43pm on monday but 4 some reason i dun feel like mugging.. so im here slacking away.. juz finished watching 8 episodes of full metal panic (some anime).. lalala does anybody have any plans once prelim ends??
haha here is some funny song 2 cheer u up, if u're stressed out =)
Shut-Up And Smile
Bowling For Soup
A Hangover You Don't Deserve
Its not the end of the world
In fact its not even the end of the summer
But thank god the tv is on
Cuz theres no way we could know
Anything that's goin down
Or how were supposed to be feeling about it
I cant tell you how much I wish we could shut up and smile, yeah
Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it
la la la la la la
all we needs a harmony and we'll convince the world to sing
la la la la la la
throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)
maybe spread a little love
I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I'm a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream and a hug
Take a good look around
Does life really suck
Are we just complaining
I hope that this mic is on (testing 1, 2)
Cuz im on a roll here
I hope this is making some sense
I hope that you'll throw up your hands and sing it
And tell all the haters that they should just shut up and smile, yeah
Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it
la la la la la la
all we needs a harmony and we'll convince the world to sing
la la la la la la
throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)
maybe spread a little love
I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I'm a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream
All we need is love and beer
And old school metal and holiday cheer
TO be happy
(All you need is someone near)
like ben and jerry
(to hold you close and pretend that they care)
can we all just, get along now
we found something that we all have in common now
we can hold hands, do keg stands
water skiing sounds great to me now
Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it
la la la la la la
all we needs a harmony and we'll convince the world to sing
la la la la la la
throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)
maybe spread a little love
I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe we're a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream and a hug
(Chanting 'All we need is love and beer')
all we need is some ice cream and a hug
all we need is some ice cream and a hug
all we need is some ice cream and a hug
-Heh.
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(Tuesday, September 13, 2005-)
+3:45 PM]*
# hello 75!-
All de best for your prelims.. hehe.
Hope you guys like the new layout, though blogger's a bit laggy and it'll take a while to show.
May the prelims be over soon.. ugh..
mizwang
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(Monday, September 12, 2005-)
+9:34 PM]*
# prelims-
today is 12/09/05
hah...pls remember this day cos it's the day we start our prelims. kind of funny that the sch arranged the papers of the 4 subjects to be spread over two weeks that we have 1 of each every week... what a wet blanket.sigh
1 and half papers down....
Cheers!
crazy huishan was here
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(Sunday, September 11, 2005-)
+12:24 AM]*
# Thanks-
Thanks aloy for remembering.
Jian An
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(Thursday, September 08, 2005-)
+3:55 PM]*
# SERENE'S BDAY-
Haha.. since we cannot celebrate Jian An's (11/9) and Serene's(10/9) bday in school, we shall celebrate it here! Complete with a celebration dance! wahaha.. i'm bored
Happy Birthday Jian An!
Look closely at e pic! wahahahaha
wahahahahahaha
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(Wednesday, September 07, 2005-)
+4:30 PM]*
# Yoohoo-
Yooohooooo ppl... how's e mugging going? not as bad as mine i bet. but oh well. i just booked a rm at the mandarin oriental... after taxes shld be about $280 la. are all 10 guys staying? if any1 not stayin pls tell me asap. yea, any objection oso can tell me... i can cancel e bookin without any penalty charge as long as its at least 48 hrs b4 8 Dec. yep.
Anyway, some details
The Oriental Singapore
Deluxe City View Room
$239 before 16.55% tax
after tax : $279
haha... look at e description
Decorated in harmonious soothing shades, natural elements give the room a clean and airy feel. The sleek bathroom is fitted with granite and dark wood and can be tailored to your mood by adjusting the timbered blinds. Closed they bring privacy, if open, only a glass wall divides the room enhancing the sense of space in these especially large rooms.
see. oriental has their own glass too. just that its not in the friggin toilet! haha.
Aloytan
Oh ya. 1 more thing. Anyone going for MAF?? this Sat in case u all duno...
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(Monday, September 05, 2005-)
+10:49 PM]*
# prom-
http://www.a-cro.net/itdir.pub32/forum/viewtopic.php?t=66
prom queen/ king poll!
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(Saturday, September 03, 2005-)
+3:52 PM]*
# -
How appropriate is this song.. wake me up when the prelims end..
Green Day
Wake Me Up When September Ends
American Idiot
Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.
Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Ring out the bells again.
Like we did when spring began.
Wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rest,
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.
Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers come to pass.
Twenty years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.[x3]
-Heh.
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