tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143344842011-04-22T12:00:57.249+08:00Studying in Raffles Institution Secondary One. Watch this space. :)Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1155309551706447022006-08-11T23:18:00.000+08:002006-08-11T23:19:11.720+08:00It's been close to a year sinc emy last post...<br /><br />BUT WATCH THIS SPACE! Something may come up if I'm feeling REALLY bored.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-115530955170644702?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1127640470391188792005-09-25T17:23:00.000+08:002005-09-25T17:27:50.400+08:00No........ No...... No......<br /><br />PSLE IS COMING!<br /><br />10 DAYS!<br /><br />10 SHORT DAYS!<br /><br />STUDY STUDY STUDY AND STUDY!<br /><br />What can I say?<br /><br />Just.....<br /><br />Hang on......<br /><br />10 more days.....<br /><br />Then five exams........<br /><br />Then it will be over!<br /><br />HAHAHAHHA!<br /><br />I got into the China Immersion Programme! (again)<br /><br />WHOOHOO!<br /><br />Going to Jimei.<br /><br />But I won't be around to get my resuts.<br /><br />Bleah.<br /><br />My parents wil have to call me up to tell me.<br /><br />*shudders*<br /><br />ARGH!<br /><br />PSLE!<br /><br />Just 17 more days....... then I can rest.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112764047039118879?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1127026211704232902005-09-18T14:45:00.000+08:002005-09-18T14:50:11.710+08:00Damnit.<br /><br />My T-score......<br /><br />Was bad.<br /><br />Okay..... well, not THAT bad.<br /><br />Considering others.<br /><br />But still bad.<br /><br />MY RAW SCORE (270) DROPPED BY 12 MARKS!<br /><br />AIEEEEEEEE!<br /><br />*swears*<br /><br />And my blog shall remain taggie free!<br /><br />FOR ALL ETERNITY!<br /><br />Comments make people THINK before they post, unlike tagboards where people shout their mouths off without thinking.<br /><br />Case in point: Someone and Someone's flame wars which JUST ended. (6ner's! You know what I'm talking about.)<br /><br />Taggies are evil.<br /><br />And no one makes meaningful posts there.<br /><br />So please, if you find this worthy of comment, just do so!<br /><br />And DEATH TO TAGGIES!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112702621170423290?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1126518029589500352005-09-12T17:38:00.000+08:002005-09-12T17:40:29.596+08:00*drumroll*.........<br /><br />270!<br /><br />YAY!<br /><br />270 FOR PRELIMS!<br /><br />*dances around*<br /><br />*breathes a sigh of relief*<br /><br />Just scraped through.........<br /><br />JUST met my mom's baseline......<br /><br />THANK GOODNESS!<br /><br />23 MORE DAYS!<br /><br />Forward the Light Brigade!<br /><br />CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112651802958950035?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1126427203796782192005-09-11T16:23:00.000+08:002005-09-11T16:26:43.890+08:00School is back.....<br /><br />Tommorrow......<br /><br />The holidays are over.......<br /><br />Not that I miss em!<br /><br />My holidays were buried under a huge pile of test papers and revision worksheets set by the PTA (parents-teachers alliance)<br /><br />AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!<br /><br />I am freaking out.<br /><br />I refuse to accept reality.<br /><br />For if I do, I shall be driven insane.<br /><br />3 weeks!<br /><br />THREE MORE WEEKS!<br /><br />Counting down.........<br /><br />Soon, it will be all over, then I can Rest In Peace. (I don't mean it THAT way dumbo!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112642720379678219?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1125815296278249912005-09-04T14:23:00.000+08:002005-09-04T14:28:16.286+08:00Holidays....<br /><br />A week of relaxation, fun, an escape for reality.........<br /><br />That's how students view it.<br /><br />But deep in the dark lair of the MOE, lies a group of teachers, the feared Suplementary Planners.<br /><br />They are in charge of giving out that most dreadful of punishments.........<br /><br />HOLIDAY HOMEWORK!!!!!!!<br /><br />And, as if that was not enough.....<br /><br />They are arragning EXTRA SCHOOL!<br /><br />Under the codename of Supplementary Lessons to trick gullible parents.<br /><br />It is only a matter of time before that diabloical little group decides to END ALL HOLIDAYS!<br /><br />*shock, horror*<br /><br />Well, I'm gonnna enjoy my holidays as best as I can, so.......<br /><br />NO MORE POSTING FOR A WHILE!<br />(yeah, as if)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112581529627824991?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1125560141254101292005-09-01T15:30:00.000+08:002005-09-01T15:35:41.260+08:00Results are back (mostly) and I did.......<br /><br />Erm........<br /><br />Well, I suppose.........<br /><br />And now the PSLE looms ahead.<br /><br />BUCKLE DOWN AND STUDY!<br /><br />That is the cry of all parents with children in P6 in Singapore.<br /><br />ARGH!<br /><br />MUG!<br /><br />MUG!<br /><br />MUG!<br /><br />NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!<br /><br />I am studying every single day!<br /><br />I AM BORED!<br /><br />SAVE ME SOMEONE!<br /><br />Teachers Day is here again.<br /><br />And we all bought presents and stuff, which left me owing Brian 5 bucks.<br /><br />Damnit.<br /><br />And then we have Supplementry during holidays.......<br /><br />Sigh.......<br /><br />JUST LET US REST FOR A WHILE!<br /><br />THE PRELIMS ARE ONLY JUST OVER!<br /><br />*breaks down and starts sobbing*<br /><br />I'm sorry, but I'm suffering from exam burnout.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112556014125410129?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1125223553144480382005-08-28T18:02:00.001+08:002005-08-28T18:15:18.473+08:00My heart is going at 100mph.....<br /><br />Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dumBa-dumBa-dumBa-dumBa-dumBa-dum<br /><br />ARGH!<br /><br />THE PAIN!<br /><br />THE HORROR!<br /><br />THE AGONISING WAIT!<br /><br />On Tuesday, the results shall return........<br /><br />*lightning flashes*<br /><br />ARGH!<br /><br />Prelims..........<br /><br />The nightmare before the nightmare.......<br /><br />I MUST GET 90 AND ABOVEFOR EVERYTHING, OTHERWISE................<br /><br />*draws finger across neck*<br /><br />ARGH!<br /><br />*runs around and screams*<br /><br />*runs into door*<br /><br />Owwwwwwww....<br /><br />Ah well. There either is a solution to a problem, so there is no use worrying about it, or there is NO solution, so what's the point of worrying about it?<br /><br />*shrugs*<br /><br />Might as well enjoy my last 2 days on earth...<br /><br />Well, what can I say, GOOD LUCK EVERYONE ELSE WHO IS IN THE SAME POSITION AS ME!<br /><br />MAY YOU ALL GET AN A-STAR!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112522355314448038?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1124717071105599322005-08-22T21:17:00.000+08:002005-08-22T21:33:55.236+08:00Prelims..........<br /><br />Prelims.........<br /><br />PRELIMS!!!!!!<br /><br />WHY CAN'T THEY JUST CALL IT PSLE (2) AND BE DONE WITH IT HUH?<br /><br />SOME PEOPLE MAY THINK IT'S NOT IMPORTANT BUT MY PARENTS CERTAINLY DON'T! Pressure.......<br /><br />Goodness.<br /><br />Well, at least English was easy, and I don't think I made any careless mistakes when I did my papers. Unlike SOME people who for got to write their question numbers for the compostion. CoughDeborah&ShzehuiCough<br /><br />*snickers evilly*<br /><br />YAY! RI accepted me! LALALALALALA! Whoohoo! I am superior! HAAHAH! But then they accepted Jospeh too, so is that REALLY a good judge on my character. Nah.........<br /><br />*ego deflation*<br /><br />Boohoohoo......<br /><br />Jarret came to school one day with BALD PATCHES. Yep, BALD PATCHES. No, that wasn't one of my frequent typos. BALD PATCHES, the sort that ancient relics like my dad get. Well, it turns out that his little sister (a very annoying freak whose nickname is the Witchqueen of Angmar and who likes sending me spam) CUT OFF SOME OF HIS HAIR WHILE HE WAS DOING HIS MATH HOMEWORK! HAHAAHHA!<br /><br />Then, on the same day at Han Lao Shi, Jarret suddenly discovered that he had lost his handphone, and we suspected that he might have left it at school. Jarret, being the overly suspicious paranoid freak he is, immediately leapt to the conclusion that someone had...... ahem..... acquirred it. So, he went on the warpath, and Greg came up with a (un)bright idea.<br /><br />Greg: Hey, lets send the theif a SMS. My brother did it when his phone was lost and it WORKED!<br />Me (sceptical): Mhmmmmmm, like what?<br />Greg: Like this: Jarret, I'm sorry to hear about your chemotherapy, I know it hurts, so I'm so glad that your family finally bought you the phone you wanted. You've been wanting it for 3 years haven't you. I know your family isn't well off, and it is the only phone you could afford, so take good care of it.<br /><br />Now, is that downright sneaky or what? Playing on human sympathy is NOT what I would call hounarable behaviour.<br /><br />And guess what, they found Jarret's phone IN MY CAR. It had dropped out when we were going there, five of us squished like sardines in the back.<br /><br />Talk about an anti-climax.<br /><br />0_0 Hey! I've written in reverse chronological order again! That must mean I have found my muse again! PWNAGE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112471707110559932?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1123914202973971952005-08-13T14:23:00.000+08:002005-08-13T14:28:23.576+08:00On Friday, Justin came up with a REALLY logically illogical theory.<br /><br />The recess bell had rung and we were on our way down to recess. Justin started boasting about how I couldn't understand his poem about leaving and we decided to have a logic fight.<br /><br />So he came up with a theory.<br /><br />It goes something like this: The universe is here for us to understand, so if we understand understand, we would have understood everything in the universe, therefore the universe would stop existing, and since there would be nothing to understand, nothing would be understood, therefore the universe would pop back into existense, then pop back out of existence due to the reasons stated above. Therefore, the universe would be popping in and out of existence.<br /><br />But I disagreed. My reasoning is that, to understand understand, you have to be able to understand things. Therefore, if anyone every understood understand, we still would have to understand how we understood understand, and so it goes on and on and on and ad infintium. So, in my opinion, the universe would just go on and on and we can stop dicussing this stupid theory and go have recess.<br /><br />And so we did! XD<br /><br />(P.S WEIYANG! I AM OUT FOR YOUR BLOOD!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112391420297397195?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1123303167093141302005-08-06T12:41:00.000+08:002005-08-10T12:07:04.650+08:001st - 2nd period: Math<br /><br />We started out by doing a social studies surprise test, and we all didn't care as it would not be refelected on our marks. I didn't know how to do 3/4 ofthe questions so I started writing rubbish.<br /><br />MCQ Question: Where can you find buisness parks in Singapore?<br /><br />Business parks?<br /><br />Wow, like Disneyland where parents take their little kids and go: "Hey look, that's Bill Gates over there, let's get his autograph, then let's go ride on the Stock Market rollercoaster... wheeeeeeeeeeee! Now lets play the Enron spot-the-crooked businessman game! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!"<br /><br />Then we got some practice papers and it was time for English<br /><br />3rd-4th period: English<br /><br />Nothing much.<br /><br />We did a compostion for the whole two periods.<br /><br />5th-6th period: Civics and Moral Education<br /><br />Our teacher gave us some funny worksheet and I sat there and turned my head off as he started to drone away about helping others when the didn't need help... Blah Blah Blah.<br /><br />Then it was PC time. Our SS teacher wasn't around so our two groups merged and we were both under the CME teacher. Justin came over to my seat and we started chatting about online games until the teacher spotted us and shooed him away.<br /><br />7th period: RECESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />FREEDOM for half an hour! HAHAHAHAHA!<br /><br />8th-10th period: Chinese Language, also know as everyone slacks while I try and collect homework period.<br /><br />Our teacher started to go through some comprehension and I went over to sit with Pei Yuan to try to steal some of his answers. (Heheheh) Then she started to write the answers on the board and I copied them down like the good little boy I am. Brian started to draw obsence pictures about me and I RIPPED OUT half his diary.<br /><br />HA! IN YOUR FACE!<br /><br />Brian started to copy my answers, which I was copying from the board, thus creating a copy chain. Then, he got bored and took out a SICK book and started reading. The title alone should give you some idea: Lingerie. Wei Yang and Nicholas also took out books of the same genre and started reading. I planned my next move.<br /><br />When Brian left his seat to go to the toliet, I stole his book from under his table, planning to cofiscate it. Wei Yang asked me for it and I passed it to him, assuming he would keep it safe. But that double-crossing traitor passed it to Deborah (see, I spelt your name right for once) who started <strong>reading</strong> it without even turning a hair. My jaw dropped.<br /><br />HOW CAN ANYONE STAND THAT SORT OF THING?!<br /><br />11th-12th period: Art and Craft, also know as slacking time.<br /><br />The teacher was late, so I stood up and started to mantain order. The other prefects slacked. Shze Hui kindly passed me a marker to write down the names of peole who talked. Brian, once again, started causing trouble. I ran up to his perch (he was sitting on the cupboard) and roared: "BRIAN! GET BACK TO YOUR SEAT!"<br /><br />You wanna know how he replied?<br /><br />"This is my seat, I BELONG HERE!"<br /><br />Everyne started laughing and I couldn't help but join in.<br /><br />Thankfully, the teacher came in.<br /><br />I then discovered ink marks all over my sleeves and pants, and Pei Yuan deduced that someone had hit me with a duster. I started strangling everyone who I even suspected one little bit, but stil couldn't find the culprit.<br /><br />WHOEVER YOU ARE, BETTER OWN UP OR I WILL KILL YOU ON MONDAY!<br /><br />GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112330316709314130?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1123065630128720962005-08-03T18:40:00.000+08:002005-08-03T21:33:03.990+08:00Madam H cleared her throat.<br /><br />"Adi, I want to speak to you."<br /><br />We all winced as we watched Madam H pronounce the death sentence on a brave and loyal friend who stood by us all. Adi Chew.<br /><br />The only one who dared to speak up against the tyranny of school.<br /><br />A brave, brave man.<br /><br />I can only imagine what Madam H must have said to him.<br /><br />I shudder at the very thought.<br /><br />I don't think it was Madam H's fault though. We ALL know who runs the school. Not Madam H nor Mrs T, but the tyrannical Mr T!<br /><br />Mr T.<br /><br />Those two words spell death and doom for many of us downtrodden students. The evil dictator who runs this hellhole. Madam H is just a puppet in his hands. With a evil mind to rival Hitler, he rules the school with his iron grip. All students who voice opninions shall be "neutralised".<br /><br />Each day, one class is given an example of his terror. Today, it was our turn.<br /><br />For a full five minutes he blasted us with the force of his voice, turning our ears to lumps of putty. Then, with an evil laugh, he let us all go.<br /><br />(Ok, i'm exaggerating, so what?)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112306563012872096?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1122982503081335452005-08-02T19:25:00.000+08:002005-08-02T19:35:03.086+08:00I am feeling random.<br /><br />Yay!<br /><br />So I decided to write about my favourtie poem: The Charge Of The Light Brigade!<br /><br />Woohoo!<br /><br />I love that poem!<br /><br />It showcases the bravery of the ordinary British solider, their willingness to follow orders, even unto death, and the STUPIDITY of all the people in high places. Yep, Douglas Adam was <strong>definetely </strong>correct when he wrote in The Restaurant at the End of The Universe that people who get to a posistion of leadership should be on no accounts allowed to do the job. Which means that all US students should be running the school, and NOT the teachers!<br /><br />HAHA!<br /><br />For the complete poem, go to this webpage: <a href="http://eserver.org/poetry/light-brigade.html">http://eserver.org/poetry/light-brigade.html</a><br /><br />So, I was wondering, any of you people who read this, please comment and post your favourite poem!<br /><br />I just realised I'm supposed to be doing my homework. :P<br /><br />(P.S Justin, please, don't make the poem you are going to post too complex. My brain almost popped out when I tried to read the one about leaving and arriving. For more of this guy's mind-bogglingly complex poems, go here: <a href="http://my-life-stinks.blogspot.com/">http://my-life-stinks.blogspot.com/</a>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112298250308133545?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1122645247271740872005-07-29T21:53:00.000+08:002005-07-29T21:54:07.286+08:00Inculcate.<br /><br />In-cul-cate<br /><br />NOT In-cul-cu-late!<br /><br />ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />STUPID WORD! I GOT 29 OUT OF 30 FOR ORAL! All because of that word!<br /><br />Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrssssssssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeees.<br /><br />Ah well, no use crying over spilt milk.<br /><br />MSN: The thing which allows me to converse with friends and relatives anytime, as long as I'm at my computer. A blessing and a curse.<br /><br />Too many contacts came on at once today. Then my uncle phoned me.<br /><br />I believe I am suffering from what is commonly known as MSN burnout. Too many conversations. Too many blinking blue lights. TOO MUCH IDIOCY! TOO MUCH ADDICTION!<br /><br />ARGH!<br /><br />MY FRIENDS! If you value my sanity, please do not talk to me! ARGH!<br /><br />Withdrawal symptoms happening...... *twitch* *twitch* Finger reaching for keys!<br /><br />NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!<br /><br />I SHALL NEVER GIVE IN! MY WILLPOWER SHALL RESIST! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!<br /><br />(Note: I started MSNing 15 seconds after this entry. Sigh. SO much for willpower.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112264524727174087?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1122285330056726272005-07-25T17:55:00.000+08:002005-07-25T17:55:30.060+08:00SHE'S GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />HAHAHAHAHHAAHAH!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />At last, my house has been rid of the little terror! She went back home to Penang on Sunday and I dump her into my other cousins' hands with joy. At long last, I do not have to lock my room doors, or stuff my ears with cotton wool to shut out the sound of her horrible piano playing. Ahhhhhhhh........ The peace and quiet is deafening.<br /><br />To my classmates: REMEMBER YOUR CHINESE HOMEWORK ALL OF YOU OR YOU SHALL BE NAGGED TO DEATH BY A VERY PISSED OFF ME!!!!!!!! Please, at least try to do a couple of pages.......... And Justin, DO NOT ever blame me for posting obnoxious comments on your blog about Chinese homework because I'm trying to save you from being sent to to the principal, okay? So thank me, not scold me. :P<br /><br />Argh, Oral Exams tommorow. Sigh......... What can I study........ Oh well, at least prepared more then SOME people I can mention......... Heheheheheheh..........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112228533005672627?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1121847992237756002005-07-20T16:26:00.000+08:002005-07-20T16:29:54.290+08:00Ow..........<br /><br />My left arm is still hurting.........<br /><br />The injection I had in the morning is making it ACHE! OW! But I can still type :P<br /><br />We had a health check today. First, they took our height and weight, then made us go through an eyesight test (several of my friend simply memorised the order of the letters), then they sent us into a room one by one. The doctor in there gave me a test to see if I was colour blind, then asked my some questions about my voice breaking, then...........<br /><br />Well, never mind. What followed is too disgusting to bear repeating.<br /><br />Anyway, we then went out and had our jabs. Funny how so many people turn pale at the sight of a widdle needle...... Heheheheheheheheh........<br /><br />Me and Justin had a conversation about adaptation. We were discussing why fat people like me do better in sit-ups than other things like shuttle run or standing broad jump. He said that we could simply bounce off our layer of fat, thus making us do sit-ups EXTRA quick. That got me thinking.<br /><br />My little cousin is PERFECTLY adapted to be a battering ram!<br /><br />1. Her skull is SO thick, as a result of ignoring facts throughout the years, that it could probably smash through titanium.<br />2. She never uses her brain, so it might as well be a shock absorber for the person who weilds her.<br />3. Same goes for her eyes and her ears.<br />4. She is small and compact, but DENSE (pun <strong>definitely</strong> intended). She's REALLY short, and weighs about 30-over kg. More than enough to batter down any castle wall. Anyway, they could always force-feed her.<br /><br />I could make a FORTUNE with this! I could set up a battering ram renting-out agency! I WOULD MAKE MILLIONS! Imagine the ads......... "Hire your own, personal, annoying little relative to hammer down walls that stand in your way. Only $49.50, get it while it lasts!"<br /><br />So, if any of you have any PERFECTLY adapted annoying little relative, please let me know and I'll be glad to add them into my agency! XD!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112184799223775600?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1121679699046873542005-07-18T17:41:00.000+08:002005-07-18T17:41:39.060+08:00We celebrated Racial Harmony day today!<br /><br />Yay! I'm all for peace and tolerance between races.<br /><br />The school put on a show for us, but guess what, IT WAS EXACTLY THE SAME AS LAST YEAR'S!<br /><br />CHEAPOS!!<br /><br />They sang songs (I know for a fact that at least one of them lipsynced) and made some audience members come up and dance. <strong>It was horrible. </strong>My eyes are still burning. One actor even said "And, pose! No, no, no, stick your backside out a little more!" It was like being at a gay strip club. Errrgh.<br /><br />I just realised this: It's not when things happen, but where things happen that matter. Today, on the front page of the paper, there was an article about discussing the NKF in parliament. On page 15, quietly tucked away in a corner, was this: Suicide attack with truck bomb kills 98 in Iraq. Surely a catastrophe of that magnitude deserves at least to be on page 2, as although it does not affect us directly, surely 98 lives are more important than the investigation into the NKF!<br /><br />Sigh.......<br /><br />0_0 Wow, my two topics have absolutely no connection what so ever.......<br /><br />Randomness rulez!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112167969904687354?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1121610692298969582005-07-17T22:32:00.000+08:002005-07-17T22:31:32.303+08:00OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Hua Chong accepted me today!<br /><br />PWNAGE!<br /><br />Well, I suppose they do accept just about every GEP kid that applies, and I don't plan on going there anyway............<br /><br />Ah well, just let me gloat, will you?<br /><br />The ongoing saga of my little cousin continues. Today, we arm wresteled at a restuarant. It went something like this..........<br /><br />Me: Ready, set, go!<br />*CRASH*<br />My cousin: Not fair! Next time I'll use BOTH hands!<br />Me: Ok! Ready, set, go!<br />*Struggling*<br />*CRASH!*<br />Me: I win!<br />My cousin: Well, I'm still as strong as you are!<br /><br />HUH? Does she have any concept of simple arthimetic at all???? Anyway, she started to blow her own trumpet (Believe me, I bet they could hear her in America) then boasted that she could beat me flat in cycling. Later that day, my mom, my cousin, a friend and I went cycling. My friend and I ended up having to wait for my mom (she was accopainying my cousin) and her for 15 MINUTES!!!! So much for little Miss Super Strength.<br /><br />On the way home, she claimed that the only reason she was so far behind was because her bike was too small. I proceeded to try to educate her about simple machines and why a smaller bike taks less effort to pedal while a bigger bike takes more but moves faster, but it couldn't get through that thick skull of hers.<br /><br />Ah well, she could always get a job as a battering ram later in life.<br /><br />I am SO ENVIOUS OF MY OTHER COUSIN! She got the latest Harry Potter today, and proceeded to tell me everything about the book over the phone. I WILL KILL THAT JELLYFISH!<br /><br />Hey! Reverse chronological order again. I am insane!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112161069229896958?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1121523884950362892005-07-16T22:24:00.000+08:002005-07-16T22:27:06.886+08:00I'm BORED!!<br /><br />Nothing to do.......<br /><br />Taking a break from homework.......<br /><br />Ah well....... Shouting at my little cousin through the phone was quite fun actually :)<br /><br />She was at a friend's house and didn't want to come home and my parents weren't at home, so my maid passed me the phone to try to convince her. After a moral struggle (I must admit, I was tempted to leave her there to rot) I took the phone and started talking.<br /><br />The conversation went like something like this:<br />Me: YOU WILL COME HOME NOW!!!!!!!!<br />My cousin (whining): I want to play a little longer cannot ah?<br />Me: Well, Uncle David has to fetch my parents so if you don't come home you WILL HAVE TO STAY THERE UNTIL MIDNIGHT YOU LITTLE NICOMPOOP!!!!!<br />My cousin: ........... (sniffling) fine! ....................<br /><br />Well, that WAS satisfying.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm still drowning in homework.......<br /><br />Sigh.........<br /><br />At least the farewell party for Paulina went well. As usual, the girls had fun and the boys cleaned up. Ok, I must admit, I am a little bit biased, but I feel that the girls put in a disproportionately SMALL amount of work. C'mon, they PLANNED this whole thing, surely they'd put in more effort setting and cleaning up. Brian brought the gift we pooled our money to buy (Stupid Dewin didn't pay up) and we gave it to her. And then Justin and the guys sabotaged me and made me give a speech...........<br /><br />I'll get you for that Justin.<br /><br />It was fun, but anything that saves us from Mr Pang's mindless droning is fun.<br /><br />0_0 I just realised everything above is in reverse chronological order.........<br /><br />There is something seriously wrong with my head.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112152388495036289?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1121237288759653532005-07-13T14:35:00.000+08:002005-07-13T14:48:08.763+08:00My little cousin came over on Monday........<br /><br />I think she's allergic to Singapore, because everytime she comes here she falls sick.........<br /><br />And somehow she manages to fall sick/wake up crying for her mommy WHILE I AM SLEEPING!!!!!! THUS WAKING ME UP!!!!!!<br /><br />I LIKE my cousins, well, most of them, but this one is just SO annoying! Actually, she's not too bad, sometimes, but most of the time she is very, very, VERY ANNOYING!!!! ARGH!<br /><br />And, she comes to ask me for help with her homework, which is okay, EXCEPT THAT SHE ASKS FOR HELP ON EVERY OTHER QUESTION!!! DOUBLE ARGH!<br /><br />Oh, did I mention that she is also a computer addict and refused to get out of my room when I needed to work because she was playing the computer.... That's REALLY ungrateful because I typed the web address in for her as SHE COULDN'T SPELL IT HERSELF! Is <a href="http://www.nicksplat.com">www.nicksplat.com</a> really too difficult to remember? TRIPLE ARGH!<br /><br />Save me!!!! Thank goodness my mom has made my cousin sleep in my parents room, so hopefully I can get some sleep....<br /><br />Oh, and in case you're wondering, she's Primary 4...... Amazing huh?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112123728875965353?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334484.post-1120905084388871782005-07-09T21:31:00.000+08:002005-07-09T18:31:24.386+08:00Fine! Justin! Look! I signed up for your stupid comment! And now i've got a blog..... *sigh* What next, please don't tell me that your gonna get me to do something stupid again..............<br /><br />Ah well, first post.........<br /><br />Science Mock Exam next week!!!!!!!!!! DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH!!!!! STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Anyway! Nothing will go wrong! It's my lucky week! Woohoo! 3 trophies in 3 days!!! Hahahahahahaha!<br /><br />One for a Chinese competition, and two more for a Maths one! Muhahahahah!!! Nanyang pwns all!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334484-112090508438887178?l=idioticmaniacpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cletiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17740596484774577249noreply@blogger.com1