Scrawled 6:49 PM

Its been at least three months since i updated. Looks like this blog is turning into a quarterly, I'm really sorry guys i've either been very busy enjoying or very busy being busy. To avoid disappointing too many people i've decided to update my blog that was forsaken for so damn long.

What had passed was the last major holiday in my poly life, and the start of a new semester. (Always talk about school, but thats all my life is really about D= )

The last semester is over! Quite happy with my results which was a major improvement over the previous semester. Cleared math most importantly with a nice chunky C!

Went out quite abit during the holidays but it was mostly occupied with gl trainings and other miscellaneous things like chalets, chalets and chalets.

I'd wish not to talk about school so much, but my life is really not a life.

Here goes again. I think i'll die a horrible death this semester, math statistics two will definetly be the main cause. The two events are bearing down on me heavily as the deadline approaches. Beinging the organiser sucks really, there are plenty for you to do and much more to forget. Wish i could post more about it but i'm obligated not to.

I hope my performance improvement in rockclimbing doesn't plateau out so soon, feels that i've been stuck the same old grade for far too long. I guess i haven't been doing much physical training. Come next week i shall start training, no more procrastinations yide. Get your ass of that couch and do something!

People who seem me often will know that im quite stressed. Lots of things happening now. I cannot allow myself to burn out. Thanks to those who stand by me.

Side note : Saddam is to die by hanging. Don't know if it'll be in the papers because i have not read it yet. But the saddam trial is really old news, so there.

Scrawled 3:51 AM

Contary to what you might think, i have not fallen into the cycle of lazy-to-blog.

Poly life has been hell busy the past few days.

A few things that needed to be done (some still needs) in order of importance
-Math test 3
-ABC retest (analytical biochemistry. I know my alphabets aye)
-ACMB debate (advanced cell and molecular biology i think)
-IS presentation
-Instrumentation presentation
-Math homework

Whats with all the acronyms you might ask.Ngee Ann Polytechnic is jam-packed with acronyms, and being a poly student one will learn (or memorise) lots of acronyms in three years. For example "tttpatil" Which stands for Too-tired-to-pay-attention-in-lectures, tttpatil commonly afflicts students who have to report for 8am lectures on a monday. It almost always happens to me.

Another common acronym is "omgillpl", it really just means oh-my-goodness-im-late-lets-pon-lecture. We do that because once you are more than fifteen minutes late, your attendance isn't counted for that lecture. Might as well go relax for the remaining period.

I feel abit less guilty (a little teeny bit only) as i have started to study and pay attention. Minute this difference may seem to those around me, its really a marked improvement. Certainly hope my behavior and attitude will continue to improve exponentially (woah math) so that i would be able to pass my modules.

Have found a new band to listen to.

Forget about asking me, i wont tell. (well unless you have been sharing bands with me =D)

Good luck every-poly-body for the upcoming exams!

Scrawled 12:55 AM

Wow. Its happy birthday to me now!

I did not feel eighteen arrive with such a bang, I was having a headache on the night of tenth july because of a lack of sleep. At 12:00 i was lying in bed feeling a knot of ropes in my head but little was i to know that angels were at work that night.

When i woke up (which was around eleven in the morning), my handphone inbox was flooded with loads of sms birthday greetings. =DD. The time on the first message was 12:03 (thanks annabel) and the others were only minutes away. Thanks for all the well-wishes.

Had a few celebrations before and on my birthday. Sorry obour for being so down during the celebration/outing, lost my voice and was feeling totally awful. Even welfare gls fall sick you know.

The gls gave me the most wonderful T-shirt and the most wonderful PILLOW and the most wonderful set of POSTCARDS and the most wonderful WATERBOMBS as well. Although the waterbombs were planned by the freshies i'm sure you guys played a part in supplying them huh. The T shirt had messages dedicated by a few people, not too many because they would have to buy the entire stock of T shirts if all my friends were to write a message. =DD. Really smart of you guys to give me a pillow, since i sleep so much there would be no fear of me not using the gift. Postcards were mostly written in chinese (all the better to make fun of me la!). I do not really care as i have never seen nicer chinese words.

I have 5345903475093475340975349075934 THANKYOUS to say to all of you for making my eighteenth so wonderful.

Scrawled 4:10 AM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDELINE!

Have a sweet seventeen aye! One more year till your eighteen.

I had a great dinner with weini, and a major update over some things. Was really nice to tease you again, so sorry to say that but you are the funny bunny. It has been about a year since the Maybank days and many things have changed (but not your silly-ness). Have fun and take care!

Walked around Suntec City because we had nothing to do, joked around like nobody's business. And while taking a walk through CarreFour i fueled up on my recent addictive substances : SOUR CREAM AND NACHOS!!

Yes in fact i am eating them now.

Customer Information Service.

There are generally two brands of tortilla chips available at most supermarkets, the CHACHOS and the DORITOS. It is advisable for you to get CHACHOS because it is a dollar cheaper and has the same amount of chips as the Doritos. Thats what you pay for brand.

Sour cream and tortilla corn chips can be EXTREMELY ADDICTIVE. Try at your own risk


Weini is srsly nice! YA RLY! =DDD

The world lives for the weekend.

Scrawled 11:55 PM

Life is officially a mess. If you threw a bull into a china shop with english, chinese, indian and african store attendants before placing the resulting mess into a blender, the mishmash inside the blender would be half as messy as my life. Seriously.

My sleep cycle is totally inverted and im not putting in any effort into my studies. I have two lab reports left undone for a module that i really want to do well in. On normal days i barely get six hours of sleep. Plus there are some maincom stuffs that i have to complete.

Addiction is bad. But before that lets take a look at a few addictions that plaque us youths.

Smoking, Drugs, Sex, Dota, Sms, Sour cream and corn chips, Gambling, Movies and lots more.

Being guilty of a few of the above (take your pick) I had no choice but to do abit of reflection, and the conclusion is that ANY FORM OF ADDICTION IS BAD. In now way will addiction to anything help you, Yes even sour cream and corn chips (which i must blame joel for introducing to me). Dota is also extremely destructive to your lifestyle, it saps time, energy and alot more time. It has caused me to drift apart from some of my friends as i cant spend much time with them, with my spare time clogged up by Dota.

I must try to cure myself of Dota. MUST.

Right then. I'll be meeting weini on friday, its been such a long time since we've seen each other and i miss her plenty. Hmm. Lets re-order my life starting from the social aspect.

Oh and a haircut on wednesday =DD

Scrawled 10:36 PM

Missed me didn't you.

Four days away from me a little too long? Anyway i did not post the past four days because i was ultra tired from school. It seems that the first one week in school after the holidays can be one of the most tiring. I had to interview people for the GL recruitment yesterday and today, and its more taxing than you expect. For those intrested, the interviews will still continue tomorrow but it will be the last day.

I have good news.

I passed my math test

Wanted to make it bold italic and underlined unfortunately the underline button was no where to be found, just enlarged it for effect.

And its not just a bare pass, its a whooping, mouth-watering, shiny, illustrious, wonderful SIXTY ONE. Thats correct! its a SIXTY ONE 61.

Alright it might not seem like a big deal to some, especially the math experts in my class (kudos to you for your eightys =D). But it is a huge deal to me. Huge just wouldn't cut it make it MIGHTY huge. I was over the moon seven times during class, when the mathlady announced that all passed. After i got my script i went over the moon another nine more times because of my marks.

Presents for me can be mailed to my address (which i will give if you ask me for it).

Heard some freshies are scared about the interview, i cannot say much but all i have is "do not worry". Really.

Just go and sleep, there are much better things to worry about anyway. =)

Scrawled 10:24 PM

Wowowowowowow

This is actually my second consecutive post in two days. Its really wonderful, i really do not wish to dissapoint all the people whom i have promised to blog right after i've updated my template.

Yea so here i am bringing to you the second post in the brand new.

This concerns the *gasp* common tests results, I've recieved two papers (out of 4) and the score is tied at 1 : 1 (more soccer fever!). One failure and One pass. I got 29/80 for instrumentation which wasn't all that bad considering i studied only one quarter of the stuffs.But good news for ACMB (advanced cell and molecular biology though i doubt u bother with the jibberjab) with 45/60 and the weightage of the paper is 20 percent =DDD

I should be able to pass instrumentation acmb i hope i can get a B. During chitchat today i realised that none of my core modules were above C+ in grade, while none of my Interdisciplinary studies module (the extra stuff like communication and society) have fallen below A. This seriously screws my GPA up as the Core modules carry higher weightage. So i am determined to set my piorities right and start working hard for my core modules, and devoting just enough time to the IS modules to make sure i do not fail them.

There is one more result i am absolutely fearful of, and that is MATH. I think i will get a really borderline result for this test because i threw away quite some marks. Methinks that i'm totally not suited for math, still putting some thought on why i decided to enrol in biotech. Perhaps i didn't consider it carefully enough, oh well its far too late to regret anything now.

Yide really dosen't want to fail math this semester.
He'll go all emo and cut himself, and his teachers.

not.

But but, Please let me pass somebody...anybody?

Oh goodness its really crazy how my mood changed from "wowowowow" to "beg you..." in one short post. Thats blogging for you.

Socceroos please pack italy's bag tonight. As for SUI and UKR, i'll go for SWITZERLAND as they have a wonderful country and great army knives.

Scrawled 3:16 AM

Yay.

I'm back with a spiffy new layout by sharene, Many thanks! (and to denyse too who helped me ask her)

Actually i found the picture with many green dots on the internet and thought it would make a nice blogskin, So i passed it to nnette who helped me photoshop the words to my specification.
Then i asked denyse to help me do the layout then she asked her friend.

So thanks to all of you! Well... and to sarah too because she tried.

Alright, there are still somethings about this layout i have to settle. As you can see the links aren't done nicely and I'm missing a few of you. And as you can hear, the song streaming is not perfect. And do you people have any problems with the songs? If you don't like them or would prefer having no songs at all let me know aye.

I am salmon coloured now after kayaking in the kallang river of cancer yesterday, and it hurts awfully evertime i pull on a shirt.

Scrawled 12:50 AM

Boo.

Hey there, as you can see my blogging is beginning to backslide all over again. Ah well maybe i am not built for blogging. (well thats a consolation huh.)

Very important matter (but i take it lightly) Results.

Having gotten back my results on friday, Its clearly a slap to my face to start studying. Like every pixel on the result slip is screaming for me to wake up, Especially the ones forming the word F and RETAKE. Why of course i failed my math and i have to retake it next semester.

I feel like i have let all my friends down. Those who encouraged me and taught me. Those who told me to try my best and not give up. Nonetheless, one week before the paper math was really hopeless for me so i just decided not to study for it.
I actually do not regret that decision, but i think my friends feel sad for me and i feel like i have let them down.

I can meet more people next semester in the lecture and in the lousy math practical class. Please bug me to complete my work on time thanks.

Collecting camp fee and forms tomorrow at 1.30-6.30. If your going down to see laptops, do pop by and say a little something.

Obour just rawks.

Scrawled 4:05 PM

I posted an entire entry and when i uploaded it, blogger had an error.

Claimed some engineer was going to fix it. So where is my lost entry?

Anyway. What i wrote in that entry was that the cheers part of Gls was getting monotone but we'll have to hang in for a couple more weeks till the camp!

Went zouk with ale on thursday. Met some "new old friends"

Caught V for vendetta with vera on friday. Was a nice show, but i am hell lazy to re-blog every single thing i said.

Okay. You will see the original full-size entry if that engineer dude does his job.

Have a great holiday guys.

Scrawled 9:57 PM

I can never seem to get into the blogging habit, quite funny really. I'll get into the mood once in awhile (like once every four months), put up a few entries and stop. Guess the mood comes by pretty rare, its not just when you are bored or not all the time at least.

The last time an entry came up by me was when my exams were over.

Surprise surprise, my exams were over about a week ago. Poly holidays are amazingly boring because it does not co-incide with the holidays of the other various institutions of toture. As the poor souls study and study and study here we are being bored to death. Depending on the kind of death you wish to undergo you can choose to study or not.

This brings up another point especially to my overseas reader (if any). The life of a singaporean student is like such. Our lives are nothing but pawns in the ever changing chessboard on the table in the "grande hall" in the draconian minstry of education. They have programmed us in such a way that until the age of 21, we either study or die of boredom. Please do not send your kids to singapore.

Well thats not entirely true either, because theres me and quite a few more who rather die of boredom than to study. Eat that MOE.

Sorry about that rant, its an extremely bad omen to go on talking about studies like that in your first blog post for a very long time.

This holiday is going to be quite packed for me except for a few odd days where i'll be bored to death again. FOC camp is in a few weeks and there be plenty to prepare. I miss all my friends and will try to go out with them. AND i must start a regular gym schedule (because im a weak beanpole).

I think thats it for now, [ HAH PRISS SEE I BLOGGED ] i hope that you have enjoyed my guest blogger and that i may post again tomorrow.

Scrawled 9:08 PM

10 reasons why yide doesnt blog anymore:

10. he thinks hes too cool for blogging since he's in Year 2.. soon
9. he's eating hotcakes with me tmrw and is too busy thinking about food. that glutton..
8. its the school holidays! he's got no time to entertain you
7. he had math&chem&physics tests and was busy flirting with his textbooks and calculators
6. his head got stuck in the toilet bowl
5. his dog ate up his homework
4. he discovered the 12th planet in the solar system
3. he's having a secret affair with Paris Hilton..
2. he has too many manicure and pedicure appointments to attend to
1. he forgot his Blogger username and password FOR REAL! that brainchild.


aha. pris outtttttt. God bless!

Scrawled 11:38 AM

firstly, a HAPPY 2006 to everyone reading this!! sorry its a little belated, but who cares. with much foam & love, from yide........... NOT.
yes you got it right yide's too busy to blog so its meeeeeeeeeeee again. i wish you had a tag board or something yide so i can talk to your pals. nggggh.

okay anyway let me tell you bout my day so far.. today im doing Culture&Aesthetics in school. so ive got to research on why red eggs are used for a Chinese baby's full month. ah pish tosh hahaha.

why red eggs?
1. red = lucky, prosperous
2. egg = delicacy in China back then, and used when someone important/special came to visit. also symbolizes fertility.. ooo. haha.

so, geddit now? ooooooh. hahaha okay lah so much for trying to blog. well oh yes. yide hates logarithm.
log·a·rithm ( P ) (lôg-rthm, lg-)n. Mathematics
The power to which a base, such as 10, must be raised to produce a given number. If nx = a, the logarithm of a, with n as the base, is x; symbolically, logn a = x. For example, 103 = 1,000; therefore, log10 1,000 = 3. The kinds most often used are the common logarithm (base 10), the natural logarithm (base e), and the binary logarithm (base 2).

what the.... sunshine. sounds really fun. haha. but i dont give a hoot. alright, may you guys enjoy the upcoming hari raya haji and chinese new year celebration! keep em monies rollin' in! :)
God bless! -pris

Scrawled 12:36 AM

hello priscilla is back, this time round with a picture of Yide. anyway. this picture is just inviting gossip lah.

yide looks like..
1) he's pissed (third finger)
2) he's trying to hide from the paparazzi (shying away from the camera by hiding behind the laptop)
3) he's caught with his...... FRIEND beside him. ;)
4) he's eating a banana. his finger, i mean.
5) HE'S TOO BUSY TO BLOG.



ahahaha. anyway, have an EARLY merry christmas you readers. (if theres any, anyway. haha.) yup. dont dance around and worship the Christmas tree, find out what its about!! Jesus!! yeahhhhhhhhh :)

okay lah im so naggy. pris-out!

Scrawled 11:45 PM

gossssssssh yide's taking forever to blog, so hello im priscilla. your guest STAR blogger for today wahaha.

let me see.. i think ive known yide for two years already. we met.. when we were trying to prank someone? (HAHA can you remember who yeti) okay. i still remember the times i'd drop you lame testimonials on friendster when i still had my account.. wahaha. spamming your whole list but of course yide's too popular lah, all the other girls write him more testimonials then i ever can. o well okayyyyy!

back on track! today we'll go deep on a quote i really like :
between Campbell's soup and love, the first is better

i cant be bothered if you agree or not, but Campbell's soup is definitely my cup of tea. not literally though because its soup and not tea, but yeah you get what i mean. hahaha. oh love. what is love...... hahaha okay if youre really interested in love plz find yide or look up 1 Corinthians 13 in the bible etc etc etc.

okay fine, i havent blogged in so long i forgot what it's like to blog. hahaha.


yide just said he's running out of clothes to wear for school. i think he's tryna hint or something. how thick skinned can some people get man..... hahaha. alright fine, i think ill go off now. can never ever seem to blog! byeeeeeeeeee everyone hope it wasnt that BORING a read. hahha. :)

oh wait news update!!

[§Þ()††ËÐ_¥Ê†Ï ] we're a good beginning says:
that i have ZERO motivation for math and statistics

sorry yide! see you soon :)

Scrawled 11:17 PM

In case anyone is wondering why i've been absent for so long, its because a disgruntled blog reader of mine saw the "toO" type error in the previous post and decided to hunt me down. Had to lay low for quite a while.

Or i was just lazy, either way works.

Holiday is over, and if one watches the omens then this semester is not going to be a very good one. First lesson of the semester was a MATH lesson and the teacher was totally, nagged-up beyond grandmother-ish. She nagged about math online, about math texts, about shipping math texts from america and about students getting wrong answers on her precious online quizzes.

Nevermind that, holiday was good. Spent time with the class at a chalet and with the GLS at mawai. In between was with friends, my bed and the computer of course.

Blogger is angry with me, maybe for leaving it alone all these while. Every word i type is size 20 (please do not appear like that in the entry). Eye hurts.

I beg this semester to be good. I beg i beg.

Scrawled 10:14 PM

Went to watch brothers grimm today, to0 tired to go into details. Did not have enough sleep last night i guess, I need to reset my body clock sleeping late is bad for your eyebags.

Anyway WeiNi was so funny today, i feel that i might be disturbing her too much. Well she seems to enjoy it. Right? Right. Yes yes play pool sometime.

Somebody is behaving too damn immature, if thats the way you solve problems then let the ignorant have their bliss. Do yourself a favor and grow up, cause we do not care anymore.

Scrawled 8:26 PM

Got my passport renewed today, going to photocopy later. Oh the hassle.

Mika-san hold dis 4 mi, i g2g VS the brits in msia and spore. I brb, luv you tc.

-Famous last words of general H.A. Yoshinoya, to his daughter before he went to lead the Japanese in the great battle of Johor.

More on Mr. Yoshinoya. He is one of the bravest Japenese war heros of all time, it is rumoured that they even named a fast food joint after him.
A brilliant tactician and a cunning strategist, Yoshinoya led the Japanese into the blistering heat of the Johor desert and even after his jealous superiors left his troops (and him) with only half a days rations. He managed to smash the French, British, American, Elven armies and a squad of polar bears, with only half strength of the 16th skate scooter regiment.

Marching (or riding) onto singapore, they encountered resistance in the form of a few checkpoint authority officers demanding to see their passports at the causeway. Heeding Yoshinoyas advice, the Japanese soldiers skillfully executed the strawberry marmalade maneuver and quickly seized the causeway in under five minutes.

After slaughtering all the poultry in woodlands, Yoshinoya gave his soldiers a well deserved break by ordering wholesale KitKat from the local distributer. It was during this time that while taking a bathroom break at the singapore river he was ambushed by some Space Monkey Partisans. Yoshinoya sustained a laser blast to both his ankles (thanks to the superb gunnery skills of the monkeys) but he still managed to scream really loudly to frighten of the monkeys who then teleported back to the Istana.
The wounds from the lasers did not kill him (like duh. ankles?) however Yoshinoya lost his balance and toppled into the Singapore river and was consequently smoothered to death by the toxic muck. A River tour boat came along carrying some tourists singing some songs although this is not related to the "story"

His untimely demise caused the sky above Japan to shatter, and it so happened that Zeus had refused to pack up his two favourite toys the atomic bombs "big boy" and "little boy" the night before. Throwing a tantrum he left his toys on the sky above japan before going to watch World Wrestling Federation.
The Japanese sky released the Toys onto the islands, while the Japanese people scurried about screaming for ultraman and doraemon to come and save them but to no avail. The mighty bombs split the island of japan assunder forever.

Not until years later did Mika-san set about undoing her fathers deeds, pain-stakingly pasting the islands back with scotch-tape. Like her father she was hailed as a hero too but of a lesser degree.


OH MY GOODNESS. If you think that was non-fiction, i recommend a serious (and long due) reality check with yours truly.
GAHGAHGAH i felt like craping (and did a good job). Its so GREAT to be after the exams.

Scrawled 1:28 AM

I needed the short lull to study and patch up my knowledge on cell biology and organic chemistry, perhaps the lull was not too short after all.

"There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval." George Santayana

That im sure she would have done.
Words will not really dampen your loss, but do know that you will never be alone through all this.

Anyway to hell with the SRS, shall not blog about them again. Realised that it is an utter waste of my time documenting such trival insignificant things.

The world is falling apart, im sure of it. Everything is screwing up and going crazy, in fact i would not be surprised if i find my quarter of planet earth drifting towards the sun while watching another quarter impacting against the moon. Actually i would not even bat an eyelid, well until my eye gets too dry. Space is a place not meant for eyes that do not blink.

In the Tempest of events that bombard us friends are usually the ones who help anchor us, cheer us up and most of the time just provide a listening ear. But eventually one might turn up that ruins everything, backstabbers and what not. Honestly i think such people should die, don't you?

Being rather random now, the flurry of thoughts have yet to organize themselves.

AGH. my blogger self-navigated away from this page that night, and i thought every word here was lost. Turns out i was wrong, few days later.

Geos, where is my new template? Your giving new meaning and depth to "don't rush professionals" Oh and do well for your exams, you'd better!

Scrawled 1:48 AM

Sorry about the suspense, the epic about the SRS shall continue, have not been able to find time to write with exams just around the block. My cell biology teacher hates me now im pretty sure. Anyways you can take a breather now, i know you've been wait anxiously for this, well many have. Here the product of your patience.
Shall start about the main man in srs first, as he is so large everything revolves around him. He would most probably be that illusive center-of-the-universe that we all have been searching for.

He started of as a rather fierce and power hungry class representative, pushing his weight all around. The local populace soon grew tired of his antics and abuse of authority but feared to act as retribution may have come swiftly in many forms. But the right of having-a-nice-class-representative can never be oppressed, and three partisans arose from the chaos. These would be the three that would turn ripples into waves.

But the three were not exclusively angry against the class representative, apparently there was a noodle slave in town. And this slave was irratating, lecherous and usless, he would spend all day irratating the girls and following the guys around. He had no forms of protection for himself other than his piteous looks, very quickly almost everybody in the class hated him.

Now this class representative saw if he were to offer protection to this slave, he would seem charitable and kind (everything he was not). He threatened to punish those who did not love the slave while he befriended the noodler, broadcasting his good will as far as his waistline (almost the whole world). This would prove to be his undoing, even though he would take centuries to realise that.

The partisans however stood up against this behemoth of lipids, as the slave was really freaking everybody out. In a bid to stamp out resistance and show his kindness yet again he promised to wreak vengence against the partisans. Something was stirred up within the partisans as the promised to bring down the evil representative and re-unite the class.

oh im loosing my inspiration. plus its a rather long post i think. I'll continue part three someother time. Its late at night too i need my rest.

Another busy week passed. Had three tests this week but i missed one and was late for another, that is why the cell-biology teacher hates me. I really must do well for the exams.

Gls are mega fun.

Scrawled 1:03 AM

The SRS is getting on my nerves, especially one or two of its members.

heres more about the SRS

The SRS is the most elite crack team of rejects and social outcasts there are around. Their name SRS stands for social rejects society, which was not the name we gave them. Instead the name was coined by their leader which we will talk about soon enough.

They are a force to be reckoned with, the members of SRS are far more proud and stuck up than an orchestra conductor despite their social standing. Infact it is one of the cornerstones in their mentality, that all is wrong except the SRS which is in fact very much otherwise.

Its leader's name is withheld for privacy's sake, but to many he is known as BA(pork), FAT ONE and other queer names that emphasize on his size. His henchmen revere him as a priests would a god. They follow his every beck, command and whim, one might have been tempted to think that these would be but just mindless zombies. In turn he shelters them from the society from whence they were rejected (for MILLIONS of reasons), he too allows them to tear at the scraps under his dining table (very huge scraps mind you, enough to feed a city).

Next comes his lieutanant, Miss russia (actually a guy but thats the only nickname i know of.), Some say he has the gift of gab, most say he is irratating however all agree that he should shut up. It is said that he once talked an old man to death, and that his head turns into a dog if you looked into his eyes for a minute (please do not try that anywhere).

The next member is understood to be the slave of the group, he is mistreated with extreme prejudice within the group and outside. But he choose to remain faithful by his masters side for protection and maybe out of loyalty, like all good dogs do. Also know as the MIAN (noodles), Noodler, Squishthumbs and F**ktart. His victims are mostly girls whom he has fallen in love with, yes this slave actually falls in love. He will first attempt to strike up a boring conversation, making them think that he's withholding something and that he is mysterious. Next he will proceed to stick to you like glue, ruining your life, your privacy, your intrest and everything else. Stay away at all costs

Last but not least is the wietnam foreigner, who is not infact a social reject but had accepted into the group by the leader. This person wields a deadly aresenal of huge shrimps and miniscule lobsters fresh from vietnam. He is nice most of the time but has no idea about what teamwork is about.

Next time we'll talk about how they were formed. I need my sleep.

GL training today. Very fun. Anyway poor joyce take it easy aye? Slack more! haha. Oh and lyehuat, it should be much easier to read now kay? feedback. Thanks all.

Scrawled 11:45 PM

Oh my goodness. I just blogged a large chunk, and poof it disapeared.

ah well.

The thai food that we ate yesterday (or more so tomyam) took its revenge on us today, My stomach was feeling so queasy and fiery. I guess kelvin too. Visited the toilet about thrice today, well for him was much more. HAH

damm.

please refrain from eating at thai express paragon, i have no idea what kinds of struggling animals they DIP into their soups.

Scrawled 12:04 AM

Shan showed me a bigger world of the blogs today, during COMT lesson of course my time is far too precious to waste. Anyway there was this attention seeking racist guy (he hated malays) and he drew alot of flak for his posts, if that is how he wants to get attention then so be it. The other guy started a blog flaming the racist guy, i think he seeks to ride on the racist guy's attention.

Well no here is my view. Blogging is not a claim to fame, it is just an additional something to your internet identity. I am sure many people do not blog totally everything that happens to them. Its just the internet identity that they are broadcasting in the blog. Found it rather sad that "xiaxue" whinned to the press after her blog was hijacked claiming "blogging is one of my biggest achievments in life". I pressed an imaginary hand to my forehead, please lady this is a sign that you need bigger achievements in life, and more realistic ones too.

Reality check people, last time i noticed i think that we were living OUTSIDE of the computer. Our real identity is the one of our flesh the one that people TALK (vocally) with. That people can actually touch and hug. If you think humankind getting enslaved by machines (like matrix) is a disturbing thought. Then all these internet identity folks should not take their identity (on the internet) so seriously. Getting more and more detached from life will eventually have you hooked up in a nifty little capsule filled with nutrient fluids and generating energy for little (and large) octopus-like creatures.

There is still one salvation though, that these "blogstars" still talk about their real lives. It sort of forces them to actually do things in reality so as to have more content in their blogs. But an increasing number have taken to mention fan mail and hate mail in their blogs. Yes this is equal to conversations in the real world. And they oh-so-kindly- request that "all stupid people should stop reading their blogs". Now now why did you start a blog in the first place if you did not want stupid people to read. Take this advice, let people take an IQ test before entering your blog so that only scientists researching a cure for aids can spend their spare time however limited in reading about what cake you ate today or what your ever intresting life might offer. Who knows? therin lies the cure for aids? Sorry i digressed. Now these "blogstars" are having a sense of possesion over their blog, as if their lives revolved around it.

Does the need for identity drive the human towards such degration?

Excuse me dear-blogstar-whom-i-may-have-offended. I am just an inferior non-blogstar who makes no sense, ignore this insignifcant fool now would you?

Anyway.
Watched charlie and choc fact with nette today, was a rather sweet tale. Read the book, its worth it. Marche'ed later on and was subsequently stuck inside for not meeting the minimum spending qouta (we were not hungry). After some syringe force feeding, we were freed at last. But not after we were tagged, marked with a hot poker and had some faecal samples taken.

Peter the fisherman and the net. No no not the internet, FISHING NET.

Scrawled 11:18 PM

Killed in nasty ways.

His head smashed in and his heart cut out.
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged.
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off.
And his pen--

Ah yes you get the idea, found this somewhere on the vorld vide veb, think its a rather gruesome depiction. Heck it is a gruesome depiction, i do wish it would happen to certain select few individuals in my life. Killed in nasty ways, try not to get aye?

Right now what did i plan to write today? Oh, i intend to complain on how screwed up this week was. Correct! It was mighty screwed. Finally procrastination reared its ugly head and bit me. No scratch that, it MAULED me slightly short of nasty ways. I feel terrible as currently i still have the IAC and the COMT report to do. COMT is almost done but IAC is still untouched. There is only 2 more days before i'll have to hand it up.

Die

Gls kind of cool eh.

Scrawled 10:49 PM

Scarlett johansson is sweltering i tell you, almost perfect. Only her teeth, she needs braces like me! Anyways who are the imperfect to judge? Well actually the answer is "the audience", i have got lots to say about the media these days but i'll keep that rhetoric for bad days where i've got nothing to blog.

Yes i watched the island yesterday (thursday 11/08) with melisa, why i decided to watch island was a rather long story but time's what we've got plenty.
Thursday was supposed to be another one of the class outings, they were supposed to go watch charlie and the chocolate factory. I could not watch that because i made an earlier arrangement with nnette to watch it, furthermore very few movies deserve to be seen more than once.
So i resolved to view the island with a friend before meeting up with the class again.

By some exceptional twist in fate, only pandora, suzhen, kelvin, lyehuat and patrick could go for the outing. The island was showing at 535, so i asked them to catch a 5pm show that we might be able to go for dinner after that. Lyehuat then chose not to watch CATCF (i have no idea why) and he picked bewitched at 5pm. I still could not go watch with them as melisa came all the down already (from her sleep sweet sleep) plus i had booked island tickets. After their show they proceeded to Plaza Singapura to do their stuff, i however did not meet up with them as PS was too far, this defeated the purpose of having roughly same time slots anyways.

The island was a pretty nice ride, twists here and there not too draggy. Just that it did contain too much destruction (for two clones?) and the theatre was a tad too cold (or so mel says). I doubt such a thing will happen in the future because of one weaklink in the plot. The big-coporate-whore-guy AKA the villian claimed that the clones were sentient because personality and mentality (essentially a soul) were needed to keep the clones alive. I find this especially irregular as a person's body does not degenerate even after the brain is dead. This key link is in fact the only thing that ties the story together considering there would be no island rubbish if all the clones were just living bodies with no minds.

That was just my opinion, i was entertained by the show though. Had dinner in Cineleisure for we were so very hungry. Mel got rather angry with the subway salesboy for ignoring her (some sales people really have an attitude mash.), ergo she did not get her cookie. Had chicken porridge that night, it tasted more like chicken soaked in water and rice not surprisingly. She had Beef noodles or rather she had half of it. I personally reckon that she might have ate less than a quarter but she claims she ate half, i'll just have to settle then. I know what horrible food can do.

We have a new class song for the couple, pang shu shu (pang shu hui) and laoda (patrick).
Its in chinese so i might have a little trouble. (understatement!)

Laoda pi gu da (laoda backside big)
Di ku chuan pu sang (can't wear underwear)

Pang shu shu shi wu ya (pang shu shu is a crow)
Qi zao ba zao gua gua gua (makes lots of noise early in the morning)

oh goodness, my chinese is horrendous.

I'm going to have my braces fitted tomorrow, many people are telling me its pain i'll just have to get used to it aye?

And this was a rather long post, hope you enjoyed!

Scrawled 11:11 PM

Currently battling an endless flow of blood comming out of my gums. It started bleeding at the start of National Day Parade, maybe my body found it a sufficient tribute to bleed for the country. And blood is red too. Few hours after it it still bleeding and i have no idea what to do.

"BRING THE CLAMPS!" shouts a blood cell taking charge of the situation as haemoglobins gush all around him.

"Can't...Hold...on....." groans an unfortunate whiteblood cell as he is swept out of the gums by the plasma flowing about him. An immense tongue soon laps the poor cell up.

Elsewhere:
"We have a hull breech at uppergum-gap4, routing repair crew." a calm Neuron reports into his headset over the blaring klaxons.

"Intruder alert at uppergum-gap4, integrity loss traced to the mouth, sir!" another Neuron said to his superior neuron.

"We have to close the mouth, boarding parties en-route"

"Negative, too much pain comming from the breech, sir. I reccomend sending the nearest whitebloods to repel boarders, sir!"

"See to it neuron."

Back at the mouth.

A burly whiteblood cell (probably phaygocyte) snaps orders to his commands.
"Get in line washout, or rectums your next watch!

"you there fresh out of the marrow! find your squad and remember no eating friendlies"

The whiteblood cells get into formation, and the bacteria entering through the gums fall back. A line is drawn between the two forces, while platelets feverishly plaster themselves to the gap to form a seal.

"Formation will advance with determination and devour the bacteria line" The officer WBC shouted.

"You will never eat all of us fool!" snarled an ugly looking ecoli. "We'll claim this gum and finally the rest of your piteous city"

"Not if the Phucking Phierce Phagocytes (company name) have anything to say about it" All the WBCs chanted in unison.

"REDUCE THEM TO LYSED SEPTIC WASTE" Screamed the commanding bacteria.


OK. that was rather lame. But i think that is whats going on in my gums right now. Feels rather tender to touch. We'll see who wins the battle tomorrow aye?

If WBCs lose, i'll just have to call the dentist and maybe skip school.


My Washing machine broke down, had to go buy socks and other misc. products from robinsons today. Robinsons are the best in making people buy more and more and more.
I bought 70 dollars worth of stuff at first, and the nice cashier lady told me of the national day offer. That if i were to spend 100 moolahs, i would be entitled to a 40 dollar voucher.
So being the cash-strapped and none-the-less greedy me. I quickly sized up what i knew about the offer, and took the bait.
After buying a nike polo i had spent a total of 130 dollars at Marks and Spencers. I wanted to call it a day after collecting the voucher. But wonderful Mr. Marks told me that i HAD to spend the voucher today. Of i went thinking "okay 40 bucks not hard to find." True enough i found another nike shirt which cost 39.90. i Thought "ok fine 10 cents, let them have it"
Went to the cashier and she broke the news "NO PARTIAL REDEMTION FOOL, WE DO NOT WISH TO RECEIVE A LETTER FROM YOUR LAWYER DEMANDING FOR OUR 10 CENTS. AND NOT TO MENTION THAT WE NEED YOU TO SPEND MORE MONEY BEFORE YOUR ALLOWED TO USE THAT PRECIOUS PEICE OF PAPER IN YOUR HANDS."

Fine, maybe she said it a little more nicely. I had to hike a total of 40 odd metres to the other side of the store and back to grab another pair of socks. I finally slumped down exhausted infront of the Cashier, barely having enough strength to sign the bill.

I signed : this is the last time i will sign any marks and spencer's bill.

I really signed that. Believe me.

Scrawled 1:13 AM

FIRE-friggin-ALARM is ringing. i have to go downstairs.

talk about this tomorrow.

Scrawled 10:26 PM

Yes, i know that the comments are not working. The assbag link cannot even be found. I think few people in my life are being really assbags to me. Fact is that i can't avoid them because most assbags can stick to you and avoid retribution using social blackmail (im-in-a-crowded-place-and-you-will-not-scold-me-to-avoid-embarrasment kinda blackmail). REALLYREALLYREALLY. hate them.

Assbags are : irratating,irratating,irratating,sticky,insensitive oh and did i mention irratating?

Do the world a favor, shoot an assbag today.

Regardless of assbags, i had a satisfactory day today. Presentation with lyehuat went well, skipped a few points due to time constraints but still got the grade. Met a few of the class and talked about the family thing... AGAIN.

I feel like ranting about assbags again. Why are there such people in the world? i wonder. I get along with everybody, except assbags. Assbags have the gift of ruining a person's day. If you do not believe it, try talking to an assbag for a day.

SORRY GUYS, this post was really. YEA that word. Correct. But i am sure you hate assbags. Too.

Scrawled 11:14 PM

1f07 has given rise to the worlds funniest family. Chief of all is the guan-yin-mah, supposedly goodess of mercy. She blessed the seeds of jiajun/mister 90deg who wedded marilynn/miss gold, of his sons there were two ; kelvin/abuseee and lyehuat/huatos. The two sons of 90deg went forth and took vows with the woman who caught their eye. Huatos was espoused to the woman he so yearned for pandora/dori. Now abuseee saw fit to wive himself a woman of great courage and she was none other than shuzhen/abuser, this was a move he would unfortunatly live to regret. Guanyinmah too favoured to bless the brother of 90deg patrick/patty and he found his juliet in shuhui/pangshushu/pss and together they bore forth a handsome young man, stamford/parrot. Parrot endeared for his lover called zhu tou/pig's head and they formed union rather quickly.

That was the progress of the first and second generation of the "mah" family.

In the fruitful matrimony of huatos and dori, they conceived a dexterous boy yide/british and british quickly found his beau yanhong/honey. The couple gave birth to an extremely dainty lady eiling/dao'er. This was the girl who would later on mesmerize pantheons of gods. Anyway British had a cousin ; katherine/kat who was the daughter of abuseee and abuser, kat had her eys for cheehao/chao and they became one in marriage. Thai came forth from this union. Chao too had a brother and he was yimian/noodle.

YES. and the generation of huatos would be the most loving and passionate of the family. The rest of the family are hen-pecked with mostly the wives wearing the pants in the marriage. The "mah" family was truly blessed.

Pandora is a very sick person. VERY and lyehuat as well. this family is rather fun.

Scrawled 7:06 PM

I noticed my last two post started with the letter "F". That was perfectly unintentional and chose to begin with this line just to prevent that "F" from popping out in the front again.

FREAK!.

okay, joking i'm really begining now. The gaps from which my teeth were extracted are starting to irratate me, well they have been irratating as long as they have been there (which was since saturday). Rice and all small stuff tends to get stuck in there and make my jaws really itchy. Oh well, perfect teeth was never an easy route.

In the first time of my life since primary two 70.5/100 is a LOUSY mark, as in terrible and atrocious, the works. Everybody else did so well scoring eighty and above, i got fourth in class from the bottom just so you know. Yes biotech is a place for highly intelligent life forms with IQ running into the millions. Creatures who can assemble a picture frame (which is by far the most complex thing on this planet) within seconds. Not a place for a mere mortal like me i suppose.

During cellbio lecture our lecturer told us about the only thing vulgar about cellbio : the ASS FACE. Indeed there is something called an ASS FACE in a biology subject, it however does not describe the medical condition which three guys (plus one from the lecture) suffer from.
The ASS FACE actually occurs during the period of cell spliting, it is more specifically known as the G1 s-phase. Being taught about ASS FACES really brought a laugh to our downright sleepy group.

She later gave out pipe cleaners for us to visualise the chromosomes during the ASS FACE process. After visualizing with yanhong and taking cue from stamford (was making a sick figure of a man) i bent and twisted five peices of pipe cleaner to build a it looked great i tell you. So great it almost came to life and stabbed me in the eye. Because of that encounter i decided to leave it as a parting gift on the lecturers laptop.

I really wish to mutli-boot my infotech teacher. He teaches us about multi-booting so why not let us try it on him. Calling him panda does not do any justic to the poor pandas (and pandora) but he still looks like a panda anyway. I cannot believe i am praising him this way.
I happily tapped keys to control my little hockey player in NHL while he droned on and on about the test. So utterly content that i would fail my test as i was not paying attention to his revision-grumbling-lesson, that he actually smiled to the class at several moments. My don't i have great teachers.
The test was pretty alright in the end.

Lye huat and I decide on the fly (HEY RHYMES) that we would use phobias as a topic for our friday presentation. Decided on what phobias to use and what each of us would do. On friday all students involved ; which is actually my whole IS class, would have to put on formal attire to present our topics. I can hardly wait... really.

i think i should write less.

COMMENTS ARE UP. please do tell me if my posts are too very tiring to read.

Scrawled 11:57 PM

Fufiling my promise here i am updating Faithfully. Well its only the next day after my promise, i might get sick of it. But that will not happen anytime soon.

Had two teeth extracted today in preparation for my braces, it was quite an intresting experience as my top "unwanted tooth" broke (it had two roots). So as my blood flowed out in unceasing torrents the Dentist was there tugging and twisting. It might sound extremely pain however it was not. The little stubborn bugger came out after the Dentist used a rather cute drill to shave away my bone. Yes my gums were drilled, thought all the cartoons were just exaggerations? think again. They are residing within some annoymous clear zip-loc bag somewhere now.

Took some painkillers, went to sleep, woke up to eat dinner and write this.

How terrifically intresting.

Scrawled 8:47 PM

Finally. i am back, but this blogskin is barely complete (obviously). Its just a stand in skin for the new that is to come. The new is being made by a extremely talented friend, and everybody knows professionals should not be hurried. Yes take it slow geos.
Thew new will glaze a tagboard for the regular spammers and them some, a whole assortment of stuff is being planned. Actually not, i'm keeping it simple (not as simple as this) with tagboards and links. Will not disclose so much,

Watch this space.


Time to recapitulate, needs plenty of that this blog.

One day before (thursday)

1F07 is going places now! All it needed were nudges in a direction, go figure. We took buffet at a certain sushi place, the food was not spectacular only abundant. Yanhong chose only the most costly food and the girls ate so slowly. Some rather vile and baneful fiend sitting at my table decided to play Sewen UP and Number Game, this coupled with my lack of attention resulted in me scarfing down a total of eleven additional creampuffs. Something heavenly can become a curse in a shortwhile ; i hate creampuffs.
Did some things i really hate to talk about, ask around if you have the heart for it.

Went with Yanhong and Pandory after the rest of the newly wonderful class retired home. Yan wanted to get a new cap, i thought she looked cool enough with my shirt though. They were great to wait for me while i picked up three new books at Kino (shall write about them in due), Yan went to dreamland to meet her hottie guy while Pandory read about her hottie guy in a magazine.
Trudged down to Pac Plaza as workmen placed me feet first in a tub of quik-hard-crete along with generous servings of cigarpetrol mix (that was supposed to be inhaled). Dory still reading.

Yan the particular never picked her pleasant cap after searching most of the stores in P.P Dory smsing now.

Now remarkably dead and lifeless, we agreed that it was time to go home. Left them at the bottom of the escalator after our teary goodbyes (right.) How fruitful.

Today (friday)

The crappy thing between me and him is over, thanks to all who helped and thanks to him as well.

I had a useless lesson on research which was cornily named after suvivor to make poly life consistent with reality-tv culture. Geraldine was my partner on this one, because i to wait for something to blow over.
Woke up at 950 since my body bewitched me into thinking i were superman and thus able to make it to class on time at 10. Gerry sort of experienced the same thing. But guess what! I am Demi-Superman considering i reached school at 1024. Thank God for in his great and infinite divine wisdom, he sought to bestow upon us mortals the magical craft of the TAXI. Geraldine waited for me (how nice) before going to the library. She changed her specs but her hatred for the COLLAR BITCH(comt teacher) never changed.
Finished up the suvivor challenge then met up with the clique, hey look. i survived. Ate lunch as surviving for two hours can be very grueling, especially if your stuck in the library during that period of time.
The GL interview was next. I think my interview was a complete disaster, so to give you an idea of what went on inside the room i'll qoute some words that were uttered within.
"let your team die","expired food","can't remember","cannot make it","clash" and finally there were "laughs and giggles". The rest shall remain a secret between the 5 Gls that were in the room and I.

Project time with Pandory we did a little research on networking and networked our computers together, well this of course led to us transfering songs and wasting some time.
Went down down down to town to find something which she wanted, but could not find at taka.
Ate dinner and bought drinks before proceeding to Lucky Plaza. SAVE UP
Wisma was next due to my ever increasing urge for a phone gamepad. Sadly the truly nice and polite saleslady at Sony told me that it was not compatible with the K700I. Played around for awhile then went home.

Present : I am writing this. While people are asking me why don't i have any links. Fret not guys it will come. Just need time yea? A spanking new template is in order.

I am really lost in organic and biological chemistry. Now the newer topics are not so troublesome, but the amines and carboxylics do come back and haunt me.
The projects too in the pressure cooker of education. Cave now. Don't know.

Blessings and Lucks to close friends, family friends, family of friends and friends undergoing difficulty. One more against your plight.

First entry should not be so Emo i know but this is fact. emo emo emo. I'll get into writing proper soon.

This was just an update. Stay tuned.

Scrawled 10:21 PM

Did you know? that funny farm is another phrase for a psychiatric hospital or a mental institution (eg. RI).

i choose this name for reasons i cannot discern. hmm maybe that might be reason enough (the voices told me so).

Finally the name is changed. whoo hoo! sniffsomeozone dated a long way back, around 6 months i think. Half a year means its time? not really... i just felt that the sniff some ozone project was just for my design & technology exam and that is over. So lets not brood over the old things and look towards the future. Ah i see the funny farm.

Alright, its time to update AGAIN. Its been a month and then some since i've posted on any blog (that was the old sniffozone) , i really must get into the habbit of posting regularly or perhaps be a little less lazy.

Well i have left maybank and for that i am most glad. Maybank the terrible took away 3 months of my life and what did i get in return? Just a paltry sum of 2300 dollars, frankly i think its not very worth it granting that staying home and slacking is worse. Maybank is the only bank i have came across that uses magnetic locks and hollow plastic doors, this "elaborate security system" made my school feel like a high security prison. The temporary staff card my colleage was issued gets you practically anywhere. My job was as completely boring and repetive, i think the job requirements should read : ENOUGH NEURONS TO CREATE A SYNAPSE. Feels great to have terminated my contract early. I pity my colleages though, they have a few more weeks left and a few more tears to shed.

This week's resolution is to start exercising again. I need to loose my banker's belly.

Oh and just make do with this template okay? i know its an eyesore but after the exams nnette will make a new blogskin. And with that will come the tagboard all the better for you to spam with.

Yide
Ngee Ann Polytechnic
Biotech Year 2