Hey everyone, its been a LONG time since I last put up a post. Well, been waay to busy to blog. I don't know how some of my classmates are able to blog and juggle their homework at the same time though, but hey, what the hell. Anyway.... I don't have much to say, except bitch about how much homework I have.

OH!

I got an A for my Literature essay on The Wasp Factory. That means, 70/100 for you man.. =)
AARGH!! 12 more newspaper reviews by Wednesday.

MUST DO MUST DO MUST DO.

Rawr! Poly people get the BEST!!

Dammit. After reading Aidil's blog, I feel jealous. Damn! I wanna go poly too. At least they're not yapping about the A Levels in the first day at school. Am I stressed? Hmm.. You could say so. UPSET!! Poly people come home late because they go out and jalan jalan after class and whatnot. JC people come home late because we have freaking extra stuff after school to do.

At least on the bright side, I get to go down to SunTec or City Hall every wednesday after wet training. Oh! I forgot to mention, I decided to join canoeing as a CCA.

Hahahaha.. Gonna get all tan and muscly! Finally! I can work out AND have fun at the same time! Hummph.. apparently, poly people get to do French Electives. Hmm.. there's this German kid in IJ. Wonder if I should get him to teach me German?

Hahaha, anyway, wishing you all the best Aidil. Btw, got your laptop yet? Raz's gotten his already I think.

JC Camp

Hey all! Its been sometime since I last updated my blog. Getting lazy and all.. Oh well. Anyway, got back from camp on Friday. Hahaha. Boy, was it fun. Really got to know my classmates and we emerged as THE CHAMPION CLASS!! Whoo! GO 43A!!!

Anyway, some of our (mis)adventures at the Changi camp, were during the dragon boating activity.

We capsized.

OK. It was supposed to capsize apparently, as we were supposed to have a capsize drill, but I was expecting the drill to be something around the lines of: "OK guys, we're gonna capsize the boat now. So if you feel any tipping and the water's coming in over the side, don't panic."

Didn't happen.

What really went on was: "AARGH!!! The boat's tipping!!! WATCH OUT!!! AARGH!!! ...blub... HELP!! ...blub...Where's he/she?! ..blub.. Still under water!! ..blub.." So anyway, it was really fun though, floating around the sea while we waited AND we began to sing Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On to kill time while we waited for the rescue boat. Hahaha.. It was damn fun though..

Then, sleeping at night was a pain for everyone apparently. Because of the location of the camp, planes that were landing at Changi airport, would fly directly over our heads. Thus, I had the recurring nightmare of waking up every time the plane flew over my head that it was going to crash into our bunk and everyone was going to die.

Speaking of nightmares, one of my friends had a nightmare too of the capsized dragon boat, where everyone in the class drowned. I thought it was freaking funny at that moment in time.

Anyway, so nice to hear from you again DiLo.. Thought you died when you didn't reply to my message. Listen, we HAVE to keep in touch alright? CLOSE friends do NOT drift apart like that. Got it? Good.

Here's to seeing you soon.

Cheers,
Jon

JC life...

Hi people. Sorry about not posting for ages... Was tied down with projects from JC and other whatnot.

Well, judging from what Aidil was saying about JC P.E, he really is quite right. The teachers are abit on the siao side. Of course, they're not as bad as the really wacky N.S instructors in the army, but still...

Anyway, after a really and I mean REALLY long period of inactivity, I was finally made to run about 1.2 KM. Well, for those who know me, you should know that I'm not one of the type who will pull on my shoes and go for a jog.

Nope. Running just isn't my cuppa tea.

Anyway, ran until the very act of sitting on the floor was causing my butt muscles to seize up. Yes, it was that bad and I am THAT unfit. Happy?

Anyway, I can already imagine where my muscles want to ache tomorrow already. Bah.

Oh by the way, ran 1.2 KM in 7 minutes. Not bad la I think. Considering that I haven't moved at all for about 10 months.

Ran until I barfed lor.. As one of my classmates put so succinctly. And if you were wondering, I threw up after the run. Twice.

By the way, barfing chrysanthemum tea is disgusting. Don't drink it before you barf. Its naturally bitter and that mixed with the sourness of vomit just makes you want to puke more. And its not the Yeoh's or Pokka chrysanthemum tea either. I'm talking about REAL brewed chrysanthemum tea.

Ok. Gonna stop here before YOU barf all over YOUR computer screen listening to this disgusting post.

Ta.

Its been a long time, Baby.

Whoo! Its been awhile since I last blogged. Anyway, just wanted to say that I love my teachers all very very much!!

You would too if they helped you score 5 Distinctions!

Well, went to school yesterday morning with Aidil at 10 A.M, to present my dear valued and highly esteemed teachers with some small tokens of my appreciation. They came in the form of chocolate truffles.

Finest Belgian ones too.

From Belgium. NOT China, as all things are these days. Bought them at the Candy Empire in VivoCity.

Anyway, I like presenting people with stuff. Makes me feel good about myself. By doing so, I re-affirm with myself that I'm not selfish nor self centered. (I'd like to think anyway.)

But I digress. Yesterday was fun, met a coupla juniors, but the best part was meeting my teachers and their expressions of surprise when presented with the gift.

I guess I really made their day. I mean, its not everyday some ex-student re-appears to present you a box of chocolate truffles as a gift right? It makes you feel good, it makes you feel appreciated.

Just FYI, but according to my mom, in all her years of teaching, she has never once got a box of chocolates from her students.

So there.

I think I'm prejudiced.

Much as I hate to admit it, I am.

Yep, you heard me. I. Am. Prejudiced.

Now, prejudiced to whom and what in particular? Well, I'm biased against Ah Bengs. I always viewed them as ne'er-do-wells who didn't have any future at all.

Chatting with Daryl, changed my perception of things as well.

If you read his blog, the link's over on the left, under Interesting Places mind, you realize that he has a tattoo. He is also extremely dedicated to God and is a decent and caring person who actually speaks perfect English (I've read his essays. They're good. Believe me.)

At any rate, having tattoos, like his, immediately classifies him as Ah Beng in my books. However, the fact that he speaks accurate English, comes from a good family and is dedicated to God, does not stereotype him as an Ah Beng.

Did you know, that he is a pretty caring person? He cares about those tsunami orphans. Many people here either simply don't care about the tragedy. Why should we? We didn't get hit by it. Or even others when the donation drive was organized, under the pretext of donating clothes, used it as an excuse to get rid of old unwanted clothes so that they had more space in their closets and wardrobes for new clothes.

I suppose at the end of the day, the point I'm driving at is, to always keep an open mind. It galls me to even admit that I'm prejudiced, but as I hate bigots, I would rather not act like the very thing which I despise.

If you ever find me acting or behaving in a hypocritical way, tell me. I'll appreciate it. I despise hypocrites and don't want to behave like one.

But anyway, I'm getting off-topic here.

So boys and girls, do not judge a book by its cover. Who knows? That book might just be different from the others under its cover.

Rude Singaporeans.

Hmmph.. I'm actually pretty disgusted by this woman I saw on the MRT just now, while I was on the way back from Orchard.

Here I was, sitting on the MRT seat. She had a large backpack and was carrying a large John Little plastic bag of which contained a pillow (I think). At any rate, she tried to make eye contact with me and succeeded.

She eyeballed me with a "Aren't you supposed to get up and give me the seat?" kind of look. I looked her over and saw that she wasn't old, wasn't pregnant and was fit and in the prime of health.

Anyway, I ignored her glare and proceeded to give up my seat for a pregnant lady. If you say that I could have showed some gallantry and should have given up my seat for her, please be reminded that she glared at me to try and get me to give up my seat. And anyway, the pregnant lady needed it more.

If you honestly want to know, glaring at me to make me capitulate just ain't gonna cut it. If you're an able strong limbed person, I see absolutely no reason to give up my seat on the train for you.