Ooh...

hihi!

2009-04-13T01:12:00.002+08:00

heyhey!(:

i will write a proper post soon =P (seeing that it's 1 am and all... gosh i've got to start sleeping early o.O)

haha~!

whee

2008-12-19T23:45:00.003+08:00

Hello. I decided to add a "Lesson Learnt" section at the end of every post because I thought that there should be a learning point out of each experience which I can identify (and of course, learn from). Hurray xD. I will add a title in front of every post too. This is to ensure that I focus on the topic and not unconsciouly stray to some other random topic without completing my documentation/reflection for that experience. Haha =)!

This is the title of this blog post. The title of the blog post shall be underlined. If I don't underline the title, the underline tool may not be used at all throughout the blogpost! That will be horrible. It is like doing Maths without a calculator even though a calculator is directly in front of you. I like Maths <3. It is fun.

Class Chalet

I realized that the bold and the italic functions are not used too. I will use them later on. Be patient.

Initially I wanted to order catering for the class chalet. I like the nice metal containers caterers place their food in. There is the nice warm fire underneath the container which keeps the food warm. I like to play with the door-like thingies on the metal containers which slide up and down. I shall give you an illustration.

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Those round things in the containers are fishballs. Or sotong-balls. Or oranges. Limes? I like limes because they are sour. It makes me happy =). Ooh yeah they cannot be oranges. Oranges would be like this --> O. Oranges are bigger (generally).

However, my father decided that it was not necessary. He said that catering is very expensive. Therefore, my father and I made a trip to the supermarket to get food for the barbeque.

Why are supermarkets super? I think I know why supermarkets are super. It has superpowers! It has the "Super Eye" ability for scanning the area and detecting the bad guys, after which it will use "Summon" and bring out small people in smart black uniform with lots of badges pinned onto its uniform to eliminate this threat to the profits of the market. That is why it is super. Yay!

My father and I bought food there. I am not a bad guy (neither is my father) so I was not nabbed and thrown into the police station for further questioning. I pay for my food. I am a good boy.

About half the class turned up for the chalet. A girl came too. She was someone's friend (Aaron I think). Whatever. We played street soccer. I love street soccer <3. Zhao Lin scored a couple of goals. Me too. I need to improve on my first touch. Well, my step-overs are fine but I need to work on Akkas and possibly feinting. Played basketball too. Played one-on-one with Welras. Didn't keep track of the score. My lay-up is horrible. I did pull off a couple of nice tricks though.

BBQ was fine. I BBQed most of the Otahs and they turned out quite okay. I have opened up a whole new career for myself, as an Otah Man. I am proud of myself. Experience opens up many possibilities for the future. Whee~!

We had this thumb game thing. The person who loses will have to [censored].

After the BBQ, we played a couple of rounds of cards (Taiti) and Mahjong! I suck at Mahjong =X.

I then played card games with Xiu Zhen, Lock Leong and Wen Jun. There was this game which was really cool. Basically, each person gets 13 cards and they will randomly take one card out from the deck and place it face up in front of them at the same time. When two or more people have the same numbered card lying face up in front of them, they will have to shout out the names of which they associate themselves with. So basically, there is a theme for each game (for example: Biology), and perhaps Person A calls himself DNA or something. So when Person B has the same card as Person A, Person B will have to shout out "DNA" or something.

First Round (Girl Names):
XZ: Kristie (or something)
LL: Angelina
WJ: Jolie
EC: Mary

Second Round (Car Names):
XZ: Mitsubishi
LL: Mercedes
WJ: Hyundai (?)
EC: Suzuki

Third Round (Shopping Malls):
XZ: Fu Lu Shou Complex
LL: Bras Brasah Complex
WJ: Parkway Parade
EC: Tampines Mall

Fourth Round (Chemistry):
XZ: Ligand Field Theory
LL: Arhennius
WJ: Permanent Dipole
EC: Neils Bohr

Fifth Round (Physics):
XZ: Some cheem Physical term
LL: Interference
WJ: This one I forgot =(
EC: Astigmatism

Sixth Round (Biology):
XZ: Adenosine Diphosphate
LL: Adenosine Triphosphate
WJ: Some long cheem Biological term
EC: Phosphoenolpyruvate

Never mind I fail in my memory =(.

Oh well. Wai Choong, Benjamin Goh, Aaron and Ian went for a walk after the BBQ. I heard that they walked from the chalet (at Changi) to the MacDonalds at East Coast. Approximately 5 km away. Brilliant! =D

We then played some games. I can't remember. It was 2 am then. You can't blame me. I was tired =(.

Anyway, I think I shall end my post here.

Lesson learnt: Bad guys always get caught.

whee

2008-12-12T22:01:00.003+08:00

Hello. This blog is dead. I engaged in a Pokemon Battle with some trainer in Fuschia City and my blog got owned terribly. Well, even though my blog has a very high level (I've trained it in the gym - level 65 by the way), the water Pokemons owned this fiery critter of mine upside-down, inside-out. I am walking to the Pokemon Center to heal it. I need to get Pokeballs too. Pokeballs are important. You need to throw them at Pokemon.

I have now realized the importance of health potions in the context of battle. If I had spent my money on health potions, my blog would not have died so easily because I can heal it during battle. An extra 20 HP can make all the difference. However, thinking back, my blog died in one hit (some bubblebeam thing). The health potions would not have helped.

Pokeballs are very important. You need to throw them at Pokemon (I think I said that already). If you throw a Pokeball at the Pokemon, there is a chance where some extremely cool explosion will occur and your opponent will disappear. The Pokeball will shake a little, then stop. Yay. You can then just leave the Pokeball there and walk away. Your Pokemon will not get experience points though. You cannot use this technique in battle with a player opponent too - they will block the Pokeball from contacting and exploding their Pokemon.

I think I need to label my Pokeballs (with my Pokemon in it). I am not happy with myself throwing out the wrong Pokemon everytime. The stupid Pokeballs look similar. Hmm, I think I should head off for the Pokemon Center first. I will go to the Mart and get a few Health Potions and Pokeballs. I hope that I have enough money. =X

lol

2008-12-03T12:49:00.004+08:00

Person A (to Person B and C): Eh, I think Person D is pissed at me leh.
Person B: Huh, no lah probably won't. You are thinking too much.
Person C: Yah lah relax. Happy okay? Anyway, what would you have done to make him pissed?
Person A: Yeah. Okay then... =)

Person D walks past~

Person B: Eh Person D! Are you pissed at Person A?
Person D: Yo man Person B. Huh what? I where got pissed at Person A? Why would I be pissed at Person A? *chuckles*
Person A: Yay hurray you are not pissed at me! I revealed to the teachers that you copied during the Maths test.
Person D *flares up*: What the?

whee

2008-11-30T12:37:00.004+08:00

Whee! I think it is time for me to blog. Yesterday is the 29th of November. Oh dear, if I read this post tomorrow, yesterday will be the 30th of November instead. O.O What if I read the post on the 1st of January? Then tomorrow will be the 2nd of January, and the yesterday of that day will be the 1st of January, not the 30th of November! Dates are confusing. That is why I always get marks deducted for writing the wrong date (I will spend a lot of time thinking of what the date is too, and thus lose precious time. Aha! That is why I never finish my papers). I like the EOY papers, they type the date out for you. I hate the Name question too... Whose name do the teachers want me to write? Rawr!

Life after OIP has been rather uneventful [Yay I am preparing a nice long juicy post about the OIP which you can sink your teeth in, good luck with getting your teeth back out]. All I did was to conduct research for USAYPT/IYPT, tried to start on my Chinese homework, thought very, very hard about my OIP experiences and how I have grown from it (yes I have thought very hard) and play my brother's Wii. My parents got new games for the Wii. There is this Mario Karts thing which I always lose in because the other characters cheated (you don't throw banana skins on the road!). I hate cheaters because I don't cheat. There is the Family Training Mat game thing which prompted neighbours to ring at the door because I stomp on the floor and there is a lot of noise created. Gah, it wasn't the first time they complained about the noise generated from our household. Me play hockey at home. Me play soccer, basketball and tennis at home too. How much noise will that generate? Calculus is required. Use the Euler's formula to help you. If your answer is a numerical value your answer is wrong. Go figure.

I am disappointed at myself. I am an inconsiderate neighbour. =(

To solve this problem, I shall recommend to my neighbours earplugs. Seeing that I am the source of the problem, I may need to provide them with the earplugs (as in... buy!). Never mind I have rolls of cotton wool in the storeroom. That should help. =) Maybe to mask the sounds that may be created from the crashing of the hockey ball onto the floors of the house, I will turn the television on and set it at a very high volume. They wouldn't be able to hear the sounds created by myself playing hockey, soccer, basketball or tennis! Gosh, why didn't I think of that earlier? Yay I can save on cotton wool. =)

I went to the dentist on Wednesday. The dentist tightened the wires (made the wires more taut). I bought a plate of chicken rice (with a chicken drumstick) later. I didn't finish the plate of chicken rice. Guess why.

I went to Temasek Polytechnic for hockey training on Friday. It was a sad training session. =( I have really deproved (hockey skills) and my fitness has gone down. Think of my fitness as an apple on an apple tree (without the Issac Newton). Before OIP, the apple was at a reasonable height. I still had a reasonable fitness level. After OIP, the apple dropped. My fitness level dropped (to ground level mind you). Never mind... I shall illustrate this for all to see.

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Huh? Where is my apple? Someone took my apple! I am not pleased. Some evil person took my apple. =.= Reveal yourself you hungry menace! Rawr!

I think that is all. Told you my life was boring. It will get even more boring with hockey training pausing for 2 weeks =.=. Never mind. USAYPT/IYPT laboratory sessions will be fun. *cuts apple*

heheh

2008-11-10T00:16:00.003+08:00

I am leaving for Vietnam tomorrow! Whee! This immersion programme is so gonna rock!

However, I will miss training (for 2 weeks gosh). Seeing my decreased rate of physical activity (and possibly a higher calorie intake O.o), I will be out-of-shape and horribly unfit when I come back from Hanoi and not able to perform optimally during hockey training sessions! Oh gosh. If I cannot perform during hockey training sessions, the pineapples in my fridge will spontaneously ignite and trigger a massive explosion which will blow up my house and my neighbours' house. I will have to look for a hotel to stay in with the repairs ongoing. That will be so troublesome. I hope some neighbours take cover in another hotel... I don't want to see them (nono I didn't mean that, erm... never mind remind me to delete this sentence).

My parents got my family a Wii. You know... the game console? It is quite cool, like a water cooler which is used by many people consecutively so that the water isn't cold anymore. I don't know... I don't feel as much enthusiasm as my siblings did when they received it. I'd rather go out and play like... real sports (street soccer FTW <3 ooh HOCKEY and basketball!) with real people. Did I talk about my new soccer ball? I think I didn't. So I shan't talk about it because I didn't talk about it before. The golf game in Wii was very unrealistic, however realistic they tried to make it be, because apparently I can hit better with one hand as compared to actually using two hands to strike the ball (yah lah a game console like Wii has its limitations). The bowling game was quite fun though. However, if I actually used the stance and the movement I've unconsciously adopted for the game in a real bowling scenario, someone's gonna get hurt.

Well... my parents got my little brother a PSP not long ago. My gosh. The money spent on these items... I'd rather leave it in the bank, collect interest, and feel totally secure for the rest of my life.

Okay I think I should start packing for the Vietnam trip. Farewell! =)

whee

2008-11-05T19:56:00.001+08:00

Hello. I ate a real cute fortune cookie. You know... there is this piece of paper inside the cookie which is said to totally contain your destiny or future or whatever futuristic thingie. Well... I took that piece of paper out and printed on it was "[h]ave a nice day". I was so totally freaked out I decided to post because if I don't occupy myself with something I will start to eat the peanut butter in the fridge without spreading it on bread. That would be horrible. Oh wait a second, I could have watched Powerpuff Girls to totally divert my attention and focus from the totally freakish words of the cookie since it is on right now. Never mind, I am already halfway through this post... might as well finish it (or will I?).

Ooh, my parents got a soccer ball for me. It is a Nike Mercurial Size 5 Soccer Ball with really cool and fitting gold trim. Totally awesome. I think I will get some sort of ball stand (if there is one, if not I'll just use a fork) and display it on my study table. I so totally <3 my soccer ball I can stare at it for the whole day. Come to think of it, it would be a great distraction when left on my table (I need to mug). I think I will leave it in the storeroom. Oh dear, what if someone trips over the ball when searching the storeroom for "something which he needs but not know where it is exactly so it'll probably be in the storeroom"? Whee I think I will give it away and completely rid myself and my family of the danger a soccer ball brings with it. Lala~

Oh shyt I have tennis balls, table tennis balls and hockey balls at home too. Oh and I have mothballs, karaoke balls, monkey balls, cube balls, balls with a negative volume, apple balls and the ball which protrudes out of the door which you have to turn so that you can open it (wonder what that is called). Crap my house is lurking with danger. Argh! I feel endangered.

Oh fishes in the lake, Powerpuff Girls had ended.

I had hockey training today! Ran a gazillion laps as usual (ha gazillion isn't designated a numerical value so you may think however you like). Seeing my fitness now, I don't think I can hit below 9.30 for 2.4 km run next year. So gotta train... Jia You~!

I am being totally lazy now. I will list everything interesting that's happened in point form. Next time when I chance upon the pointers (when I'm 185 years old), I can recall what's happened.

- Rafflesian Spotlight (I'm in the Organization Committee... right?)
- Interhouse Table Tennis Competition 3rd (Lionel you are the MAN)
- Cleaning of the Classroom
- Class Party, Year Head Assembly and Headmaster's Farewell Ceremony
- Being Ewan

I think I will end here. It is 10:37 pm and I have better things to do. Like watch Spongebob Squarepants oh shyt I've missed 7 minutes of the show!

PS: I have been coerced to writing this in my blogpost --> owl

whee

2008-11-01T22:02:00.003+08:00

Hurray! I've uploaded the 3H class photo into my blog. Like... wow. This is the first photo I have in my blog so yay I shall celebrate. Whoa... 3H (aka most competitive class) academics too good liao. E Maths first, A Maths second (or third), Biology first... I believe the list goes on. Yah, and the class is full of interesting personalities (look at Xiu Zhen) and a whole host of leaders (Bayley captain Benjo, Track captain Jun Yang, Interact Club president Yong Jin, Humanities Club chairman Darren, CEC chairman Wei Lun and Science Club chairman Matthew... and others with other leadership roles like Zhi Yuan who is Buckley vice-captain). Oh man I have got to thank the people in 3H for making my school life so very interesting. Now when I lose my class photo due to one reason or another, I know where to find it. I think I look very sad in the picture. My smile looked very forced or fake. As fake as the lake that I will make and the cake I will bake which will taste real bad (tastes like blue colour) but won't result in you making a million trips to the bathroom because I locked the bathroom door (ha!) and left the key in a secret spot which is so secret the sky will fall and you will have to be like Chicken Little and save the world from the falling sky only to find out that the falling pieces are from an invisible UFO. Gosh that sentence is long. As long as Hong Kong.

Oh and looking at the picture reminds me of the class outing which I am 'sort of' responsible for because I am the assistant monitor. Oh dang I need to find a chalet for the class outing. I hope the chalet will fall out of the sky so that I can save time on having to find a suitable chalet. I will not need to pay for it too. The chalet better not fall on me however. I know how heavy a chalet is. I've tried lifting it and failed terribly. Ooh, and I hope the chalet comes with a barbeque pit and a swimming pool with water in it. When you nosedive into a swimming pool without water in it, your nose will break like a twig and we will need to find scotchtape to tape the two ends back together again. I mean... who brings scotchtape to a chalet?

rawr

2008-10-30T21:02:00.001+08:00

My GPA is not 3.73. My GPA is 3.63. My Biology overall score is 78 instead of 80 and my Chinese overall score is 66 instead of 70 (which is really... rather sad).

yay?

2008-10-29T22:19:00.004+08:00

I have gotten the rest of my results today. I am disappointed with my Physics EOY result (78%?). I am more disappointed with my Biology EOY result (~70%). Well... at least the results allowed me to obtain an 3.6 (Physics) and allowed me to maintain my 4.0 (Biology). SS EOY was rather surprising. I did not expect 70% for it considering the fact that I nearly fell asleep (or did I?) during the SS EOY exam. Gah the first essay was okay, but ran out of steam and screwed up the second essay. The sad thing is that my CA is 68%, and with my EOY being a mere 70%, my overall for SS would be 69%. That is one short of a 3.6. Well... I am no longer a straight A student (with the B+ in SS marring the record YAY). As for Maths, I am secured my double A+ so no problem with that.

Currently, my GPA stands at 3.73. I am relieved. In fact, I would say that I am happy (at my great improvement). I have suffered a great blow in Term 1 (GPA: 2.98). However, I was focused and bounced back from this setback to achieve results that I am capable of. I've mugged harder, I've picked up invaluable exam tips and used them during the examinations, I've become a more exam-smart person and was thus able to materialize what I have spent hours mugging and cash 'em in for marks during the exams. I did not sccumb to the immense pressure on me to perform then when I was ridiculously underachieving and collapse like a stack of bricks, but instead treating the pressure as a driving force forward to better results. Here is how I have improved (in terms of academics) from Term 1 [not all subjects are reflected].

Chemistry: 64 to 87
Biology: 71 to 80
Physics: 56 to 70
Geography: 52 to 76

So yeah, I guess I am pretty proud of myself. However, I have sort of fallen short of my expectations for the year (GPA 3.9 and above). Well... I guess I will have to work harder next year.

=) Smile!

Ooh and some unhealthy suanning happened today (eew!). X asked for my Biology EOY marks. I said 66%. He flipped his paper over (revealing the first page) and pointed to his score, exclaiming "I have a% haha!" (a>66).

Don't do that next time baby, no one likes it.

Oh, and if you obtain security by purely your marks and results alone, you're living a real sad life.

emo!

2008-10-28T17:54:00.003+08:00

I told myself before the EOYs, if I don't get A+ (4.0) for Geog, Chem, A and E Maths and Bio, I cannot forgive myself.

I must also maintain an A (3.6) for English, Chinese and SS, and pull my Physics up to that grade too.

That will give me a GPA of 3.82, which is reasonably okay as compared to my horrendous APR 1 GPA of 2.98.

Yes, I have maintained my 3.6 for English and Chinese (well... hopefully but probably) despite rather low scores in my EOY (well... it's the GP that matters).

However, I have epic failed my Geography EOY and have my Geog GP stagnate at an A (3.6). My gosh. I was freaking depressed after hearing that I have 29/40 for the EOY. I emo-ed like mad. Siao lah my GPA cannot go above 3.8 this year. =(

I got 77/80 for Chemistry EOY. That is something to be satisfied about. However, it did little to relieve myself of the agony of having an A (not A+) for Geography (and disbelief).

Haiz... emo.

Anyway... I will get the rest of my papers tomorrow. I misread two Bio structured questions and if I get below 80 for the EOY because of this, I will really kick myself. I will also be really unhappy if I don't get above 80% for the Physics EOY, because that is what I need to safely pull my Physics GP to a 3.6 (A).

SS is kind of out of my control. I am ready for a 3.2 for SS. If I get 2.8 for SS overall, I wouldn't be too surprised. The SS EOY was a total screw-up.

If I don't get double A+ for Maths, I do not know what to say.

Sorry. This is an emo post. I am freaking emo over my Geog EOY. I cannot reach my own expectations, and looking at the performances of others, it makes me feel worse. Inferiority complex setting in.

BTW, good job to Huan Hui who got 39/40 for Geog EOY. Some brilliance there. Yeah, and congratulations to those having 37.5/40 too (weirdly, that is the more dominant score). These people include Xiu Zhen, Zhao Lin and Wai Choong. Good job and keep up the good work. Oh yeah, good job to Adith, Sng Zheng, Marcus and Chen Tian too (not sure of their score, but it is really high). If I have people that I have missed, I am sorry.

Yeah... and congrats to Xiu Zhen and Hong En for their 78/80 for Chemistry EOY (and Wai Choong too with 77). English and Chinese... not sure of the scores.

*Notes Xiu Zhen's and Wai Choong's imba-ness*

Anyway... congratulations to all who have attained satisfactory results in their exams. Do strive to get higher marks next year. If you don't do too well, don't be discouraged. Learn from your mistakes and again apply what you have learnt to future similar-type tests.

PS: I want a GPA of 3.7 and above! That's the bare minimum! Rawr!

whee

2008-10-24T20:04:00.005+08:00

Hello. It is 8 o' clock and I think it is a good time to write a post on this blog. I like the number 8. This is because I like the number 7, and 8 is after 7. I don't like number 9 however. Maybe I do like number 9 because 9 is after 8. Then I should like the number 10 as well. Wait... I don't like numbers before my favourite number. So if my favourite number is 10, then I should not like 9. Oh no! Then I shouldn't like 8 as well! Ahh! I shouldn't like number 7 too! Oh dear... if any quiz asks me for my favourite number, I would not know what to write. That is horrible.

Enough about numbers. I will decide on my favourite number later. I have been wasting my time playing my brother's PSP. I have FIFA Street 2 and FIFA 08 in the PSP's memory. These games are so fun, they make bananas ripe and noses run. Oh dear. I will have to waste time chasing my nose and I will probably make a mess of the house and trigger complaints from neighbours because of the noise I would have generated. If my nose enters some unknown area in the house with some foul smell, I will have that unwelcome 'scent' lingering when I re-attach my nose back. Eew. My brother's nose been missing for a few days already, and he is using some ultra high-tech equipment (vacuum cleaner) to aid in his search of his nose. He has also armed himself with another ultra high-tech catcher of the nose (fork) should it come into sight. I personally think that the fork is redundant. Ooh... I also think that his nose would probably be outside of the house right now, stumbling along dark mossy sewage pipes and thumbling about in mountains of refuse at some dumping ground or something. Man if he gets his nose back and re-attaches it, he will endure some... ahem interesting smells. Ooh... his life without Nosey (the name of his nose) is made really inconvenient. He also lives in the fear of having his ears fall out and tunnelling out of the house to somewhere else when he continues playing the PSP. So now he watches the television because it is safe (in his free time when he takes a break from his nose-catching antics). Only Discovery Channel, Animal Planet, the History Channel and National Geographic are safe though. Wait... maybe all the channels are safe. Gah.

I will start on my holiday homework soon (Chinese). I will also read a few good books to prevent my brain from totally degrading to level 0. Then I will have to fight and gain the experience points needed to level up again. Gah that will be tedious. Oh yes, I definitely need to go out and play some sports. I am like so totally unfit and will pant after walking to the kitchen and back to the living room (ooh I will be sweating like mad too). I think I will bring Happy to a walk this weekend. It was mugging for his EOYs and wasn't the most engaged in physical activities.

OIP is coming. I am going to Trung Vuong Junior Secondary School in Hanoi. It will be interesting. I will be taking an aeroplane there, how cool is that! Like... vhroom... vhroom! Pheewww~ Aeroplanes are fun. Fun like the sun which will hurt your eyes when you look at it directly. That is why you need Ewan Sunglasses! Stare at the sun with no fear! It works so well you can't see through it! Comes in 3 interesting and unique designs. Inform me on the tagboard if you want to grab hold of this very useful item. Sells at $19.90. If you buy it in bulk, a discount will be given.

haiz...

2008-09-20T23:40:00.005+08:00

This happened after the hockey match. I was walking out of the toilet and into the main corridor. You know... the area where we put our bags before a game. If you don't know where it is, ask me via my tagboard. If there are enough people indicating their not knowing, I will conduct a field trip to CCAB. At no cost. You will get DMP hours. It will take up the period on Monday reserved for excursions.

Some guy (A): Hey you! *points to me*

Ewan: Huh? Yes?

A: You look at all the litter. Your team was here right? Huh? *points to the litter*

Ewan: Yes. Oh dear.

A: Yah. Could you pick it up? It will be a hinderance to people walking.

Ewan: Sure.

Okay fine. However, I was reaching out to pick up the litter when I overheard his exchange of words with some other person.

A: They are from RI you know. You see. *again pointing to the litter on the ground*

Speaking of tarnishing the school's reputation... Hmm...

I certainly hope that my teammates didn't leave those cans and bottles lying on the ground. Well... I myself didn't, I threw them into the dustbin earlier. Mmm... I really hope it is some evil wind trying to form a hurricane at the grounds of CCAB but didn't have the correct water depth (75 meters) and temperature (27 degrees Celsius) [well, there isn't much water at that spot anyway]. That evil wind then only managed to blow off some cans from the dustbin at the other end before dissipating and dying off. Yay. I think that would be the most probable explanation for the cans and bottles left lying hopelessly on the ground. Evil wind. I am quite certain my teammates didn't leave their cans and bottles lying on the ground like that.

hi

2008-09-18T23:54:00.003+08:00

Hello. I am not happy today. I had 36 watercolour pencils at first but I counted only 35 watercolour pencils when I was working on a Neopets colouring book just now. I think I lost a light green watercolour pencil. That is the most devastating thing I have ever experienced. That was even worse than the loss of my Math textbook. Wait... I think the loss of the Math textbook made me worse off. Great. I think I have offended someone... really badly. That person must have put on a ninja suit and sneaked into my house. He can then camouflage or something. He'd probably didn't make any sound too. When the time is ripe like a banana, he then opened my "Faber-Castell 36 Watercolour Pencils" container and took away the watercolour pencil of justice. So now I feel injusticed. I think it is okay. I have other shades of green which I can use to colour my Neopet.

Oh no! I think the ninja took away the Sharpener which came free with the "Faber-Castell 36 Watercolour Pencils" set too! I cannot find it. Oh dear! Where is the free Faber-Castell brush? Okay, I am vrey angry now. If I am angry, there will be seplling eroors. Yes, I thnik I am argry. I wll aslo press the keys on teh keybaord with a lot of force. To prevnet any furtehr damage to my laptop, I shall sotp here.

dragon

2008-09-15T16:17:00.004+08:00

Hello. I am currently fighting a cool fire-breathing dragon. I wanted to take out my mana potion and consume it because I ran out of mana points. Running out of mana points means that I cannot cast spells. I cannot defeat the fire-breaking dragon without being able to cast 'Flamethrower' or something. However, I took out my laptop from my backpack instead. So I think I can afford to write a post before getting back to fighting the dragon again. Curses... I think I will need to consume another health potion. I am only left with like say... 1000 HP? That dragon can dish out a lot more damage. That will probably mean that I am only one hit from being respawned to lalaland (trust me... it is a horrible place). I will lose my money and weapons too! Oh no!

Anyway... away from the battlescene, DMP has started! I mean... Do your Mother Proud! We must mug till our armour comes off and get good results which will please our parents. My parents are satisfied with my results, but I am not. My target GPA is way above my current GPA and I am working hard so that I can reach my goal. Well... hockey trainings have paused, and I need to make use of the time freed up effectively. Say... study a little more, gain a deeper and more thorough understanding of the subject or concept and et cetera. So yah, currently I am only focused on getting desirable results for the EOYs. I hope I don't get distracted during this period. Of course, a few hour break would do you good, but not studying for a prolonged period of time may cause a trip within the snow cliff which would trigger a snowball rolling down the hill (which will accumulate of course, causing more problems).

However, with this otherwise-awkward pause in hockey training, I am afraid that I will come back to training after the EOYs not performing well (or as I would like be). I guess exercise needs to somehow integrate itself into my schedule. I know I need exercise. Being busy or lazy wouldn't allow this thought to translate itself into actions. Butterscotch!

My little brother got a PSP for his birthday. If you happen to be a Wai Choong, there is a need to tell you that PSP stands for PlayStation Portable, not Photostimulable Phosphors. My gosh. The muggin's gone into your head. Well... he will be sitting for his PSLE this year, and I feel that this PSP will be a horrible and unwanted distraction. I want him to get into a good school. I don't want him to like... totally flunk his PSLE and totally regret it for the rest of his life. That would be horrible. As horrible as eating McDonald's HotCakes in a KFC restaurant. Ooh... I remembered a time when I tried entering a KFC toilet after eating at a MacDonald's restaurant. Apparently they stopped me, saying that only patrons of KFC can make use of the toilet. I mean like... wow. Brilliance.

Okay... I think I shall stop here. The dragon is so bored it started roasting marshmellows over a Bunsen Flame. Oh... I meant an open fire. Yay. For some reason or another, the fire had gone out, and now the dragon is trying to use the traditional way of lighting a fire (you know... two sticks rubbing against each other, then got fire whee!). What puzzles me is that firstly, the dragon can breathe fire (blow out fire to be exact). Secondly, it is underwater. I don't see how a fire can be made. Eh... then what about my laptop? It isn't waterproof you know. Eh shyt dragon you stop eating those marshmellows, they give you 500 HP each!

rocket

2008-09-06T23:29:00.004+08:00

Hi. I need to post so as to get my television reception up and running again. So let's make this quick.

I took part in the PET rocket competition and had a blast (yup one, not two or three). Even though we got disqualified, I felt really good about our rocket actually taking to the skies in the first place. The parachute didn't open. Naughty parachute. Very naughty.

Also, Yun Fei, Dennis, Leonard, Nicholas, 伟大聪明 and myself went to play basketball at Ang Mo Kio. I have to hand it over to Yun Fei, Dennis, Leonard, Nicholas and 伟大聪明. They can play good basketball; Yun Fei with his trademark, 360 degrees lay-up, Dennis with his 3 pointers, 伟大聪明 with his dribbling and Leonard and Nicholas with their finishing. Wow.

After that, I played in a hockey match. The match was horrible. Don't talk to me about it. If you mention or ask me anything about the match, I will gather all the animals from the Night Safari and launch a super-attack which is so powerful the Kemama Shop's ping pong table will explode and the Prefects would be forced to play tennis instead. If they don't have PE, they will then have to play in uniform! Oh no. Wait... did you ask me about the match? I have given you a warning. I shall give you another chance. Huh? You are asking that question again? Mmm... I am a tolerant person. That is the last chance I am going to give you. Stop testing my patience. What? You are asking me that question like... again? That is like... the 12th time you are asking me. 12 is like 4 times 3, 1 times 12 or even worse... 6 times 2! That's it.

Woohooohooo! Woodooosooohohoooo! Looooloooo! Laaaalaaleelaaalololehleh!

Crap... my parents scolded me for shouting out at the window. I don't see the animals assembling at that patch of grass outside my house too. Drats. I don't know. That website on the internet said that it would work. I want to make new animal friends like Dora the Explorer and her monkey Boots.

random

2008-09-05T23:39:00.003+08:00

Hello. I will post today because I think the apples in my fridge make good apple juice. Yum.

I had the whole day to myself today. This is because I was not required to go to school. Actually, I was supposed to be at the PET rocket practice session. Well, I didn't check my inbox, so yah, blame me for ignorance. I wanted to cook my own lunch. You know... cook. Did you know that there are many ways of cooking things? You can pass the raw uncooked food items to your parents, to the chef, to the hawker or to anyone who can cook food. There, your food would be cooked. Anyway, my urge of cooking my own lunch was inspired by Jamie Oliver. He hosts a very decent cooking show on Discovery Channel Travel and Living and on Channel 5. He cooks stuff and it gets shown on TV, and I like it. So... I went to the kitchen and had a go.

Well, it is not my first time cooking food. I have baked pies, made wine, cooked meat with a near 100% success rate. I am a level 65 in cooking and am in the Cooking Guild. So pro right? I have honed my skills as a chef and have spent hours mastering my cooking technique. Anyway, back to the kitchen. I fried an egg. I mean like... an egg. You need to picture an egg? Here is how it looks like (well, almost).

0 <-- egg

Aww... the egg is so cute. Eggy eggy. Cute little eggy. I like eggs now. It looks cute, it sounds cute, and you feel cute saying it.

Erm... I placed the frying pan onto the stove and turned the flame on. I poured some oil onto the surface of the pan. Then I cracked the egg. I mean... I cracked cute little eggy? Oh no I have done something very horrible! I shall spend my time regretting. I should not have treated little eggy like that *sobs*.

oil

2008-09-03T23:13:00.003+08:00

Hi. I am a stoner. This is because I am born in the year of the stone. Is there a year of the stone? I think there is. There are 12 animals in the animal zodiac right? Wait... is stone an animal? Yeap I guess. If not pet rocks don't exist.

In the morning, I was brushing my teeth. After I am done with my brushing, for some reason or another I started staring and the toothbrush. I stoned in the toilet until lunch. It is a miracle how my legs didn't hurt after that long standing. It was like... riding from Pasir Ris to Boon Lay and back 3 times whilst standing. Wow. Anyway... I put away my toothbrush and went into the hall. Anyway, did I mention that I met my brother in the hall in the morning before I brushed my teeth? He was still there after I am done and with his eyes apparently glued to the TV screen, I doubt he noticed my 4 hour absence. He was watching cartoons. So that would be like... 8 different cartoons. My gosh. I think I missed The Powerpuff Girls. Dang.

Then I stared at my lunch. It was char kway teow. I stared at it from 12pm to like... 3pm. I didn't even start eating. I didn't know what I was thinking of too. I think I am sick. Gosh. Anyway, my char kway teow was unhappy at me taking so long and turned the cold shoulder. I am sorry Charcoal. I didn't mean to anger you.

Then after that I stoned at my desk. I was staring at my Physics assessment book. I stoned until 6pm. Yes, that is 278 hours right? From 3pm to 6pm. Crap... I press the calculator wrongly.

So there, a day wasted. I must stop stoning. And did I mention, I was stoning in front of the computer for 2 hours on this posting page. Man. Eh no wonder I cannot calculate properly. My calculator is in radian mode.

story 1

2008-09-01T14:16:00.004+08:00

Hello. Here is a story. Stories are nice, like satay. If I eat satay, I will have to eat the curry. And I am allergic to curry! Ahh!

Story - Part I
Firstly, did you notice the dang awesome title I have came up with? I mean... I've actually used Roman Numerals. Makes it look antique-y and stuff. Well... yah. If I have to explain why this story is named Story, I will have to spend another 2 hours writing another blog post. The explanation is so long and complicated, you will probably run around and shout "Waawaaweewa" or something. Your neighbours will complain, so keep quiet.

"Hey... Peanuts... wake up!"
"Hey... wake up!"

Heard a shuffling somewhere, and rays of light landed on my face. My eyes were forced shut with the glare. I turned away, hoping that rectilinear propagation would work with me. However, this beam of light stubbornly shone on my face, prying my eyes open. It was Cashew, my little brother, his right hand wrapped around the torchlight with this distinct vice-like grip of his and him jumping around my bed, presumably excited at the fact that he was able to bring someone out of his... sojourn at lalaland.

"Haha... Peanuts woke up yay yay yay!", Cashew exclaimed, the torchlight still focused at my face. I was not happy. I need my eyes to play FIFA 08. If I cannot play FIFA 08, I will play online games. Oh no that will be horrible! I struggled out of bed and caught Cashew by the collar.

"Have you ever thought of the consequences of your actions?", I screamed, like ice-cream.
"Yes I have, big brother.", he confidently said. "You would scold me and beat me up like orange pulp but I feel that the joy I get irritating you outweighs what I have mentioned earlier."

I heard a knock on the door.

"Oi Shut Up lah!", my mother screamed, like ice-cream too. Mine was chocolate-flavoured ice-cream, hers was vanilla.

"What lah! It is frigging 2 am in the morning and Cashew is disturbing me!", I shouted, with much frustration.

"Yay!", Cashew exclaimed.

My mother ordered the two of us to come out of the room. We then continued shouting at each other in the living room. How pleasant.

Slams on our door were heard. My mother opened the door. The neighbours were there. They were carrying sticks and stones. They had those... torch like thingies too. Oh, and they were wearing those really solemn and angry looks on their faces.

"Yay!", Cashew said. "Party!"

dang

2008-08-30T12:36:00.003+08:00

Hello. My mood is dampened by a vet. I am unhappy and frustrated now. Haiz...

Anyway, Happy began surfacing symptoms of some unknown illness two days ago. Happy felt very warm and uncomfortable. I touched Happy with my finger and it suffered burns. Ouch. Luckily, I used my left finger, if not I wouldn't be able to write. Typing becomes a wee bit of a problem though, as I have to be conscious to not forcibly pressing my fourth left finger onto the keyboard. If not, it will hurt like mad. More importantly, the cream on my finger relieving the burns will be coated on the keyboard, and I will dirty the keyboard and will have to reapply the cream. Sian. I have the cream on the keys 'S', 'W', 'Q' and 'Z'. Now these keys are oily. Curses. Anyway, my dog is feeling real sick. Erm... it cannot talk properly, it cannot mug properly, it cannot dance properly (oh yeah did I mention that my dog can moonwalk? Not as good as Michael Jackson though), and most importantly, it cannot watch the television properly. It being cut off its favourite source of entertainment pains my heart. The stinking antenna is broken by some bird smashing onto it and the whole block of people is affected. Now when I am writing this, a group of technicians are on the roof fixing the antenna. Whee. Oh... my dog is also refusing to eat too, citing himself as not being hungry. I mean... how could you not eat for 2 days in a row? I then decided to bring Happy to the vet.

The vet wanted to look at Happy. I carefully handled Happy and placed it on the operating table (I am not stupid, I wear gloves before handling Happy).

Ewan: "Here you go. Doc, what is wrong with my poor doggie?"
Vet: "What doggie, I don't see doggie."
Ewan: "On the table lah."
Vet: "The table is empty. Seriously, if you continue playing a fool, I will have to chase you out of the area. I have other customers to attend to."
Ewan *shouting*: "Open your frigging eyes and look lah! He is on the frigging table! What is your problem! Don't want to treat is it?"
Vet *shouting*: "I don't see it! What, your imaginary friend is it? Get lost lah. I am chasing you out."
Ewan *shouting*: "Fine ah don't want to treat then say don't treat lah! You don't chase me out, I will walk out!"

I picked Happy up and stormed out of the area. The woman at the front asked for a 12 dollar payment. I dao-ed her and left.

In the end, Happy did not receive any treatment. I hope it gets well soon.

hi

2008-08-29T00:01:00.004+08:00

Hello. It is very late now. I should be sleeping and dreaming of the birds and the bees. Hopefully the bees don't sting me. I remembered myself getting stung at the ear by a bee because I was walking down the staircase at my house. So now I take extra precaution when walking up and down the staircase of the S. Rajaratnam Block. If I get stung at the ear, it will hurt. Most importantly, I will not be able to listen properly to the teacher and my grades will drop. Great. Yes, I should be sleeping now. However, I decided not to sleep. I have to think of a way to return my overdue library books. I need to find a way to get around the library fine too, which now amounts to erm... more than a dollar. I can buy ice-cream with that. I can buy 'Crunch', the 'Cookie Monster' and the Lime-flavoured popsicle which Martin and Xiu Zhen really like. I can buy 2 Char Siew Baos too. I like Char Siew Baos because they cost $0.50 cents. I like Oreo too. They cost $0.30 a packet. A packet contains 3 biscuits. So each biscuit costs $0.10, not considering the plastic wrapping. My gosh, that is quite expensive. I think I will not buy Oreo anymore. The Oreo-ice blend at Popular costs $1.50 I think. I will ask them how many buscuits are added into the Oreo-ice blend before I proceed to buying more Oreo buscuits from the 1st stall. If there are 20 buscuits in an Oreo ice-blend, I will be very unhappy. Blah.

I will blog about today tomorrow. Sleep is important. If you don't sleep, the butter in my fridge will turn into butterflies. That happened before. When I didn't sleep the previous day, I opened the fridge and was welcomed by a sight of butterflies contaminating the food in my fridge. I mean... a butterfly in the jug of fruit punch? I wouldn't drink that. Gosh, that will cost my family quite a lot. Need to get a new fridge. Argh. Also, I will have to take care of the butterflies. They will revert to their butter-y form after you watch the Olympics. You missed the Beijing Olympics? Then wait for the London 2012 one. That will be great, but I doubt I will be spreading that butter over my bread. If there happens to be a wing of a butterfly in the butter, I will totally freak out and sublimate like mothballs. If I sublimate, I cannot attend my DMP modules which I spent so much time choosing. Also, I will not be able to take care of my Neopets stockmarket portfolio. I don't want to lose another 300,000 NP. I can buy paintbrushes with the money. Then I can paint my crocodile Faerie. Ooh, I want it to have wings too. I think I will feed it Red Bull. Red Bull gives you wings.

Oh wait, I was supposed to be sleeping now. My gosh, I think I've downed too much milk today. Feeling drunk. Oh wait... milk isn't typically contained in glass bottles which has an XO sign engraved at the front right? I remember milk to be white in colour. This one however, takes on a nice, warming, brown tint. Taste rather bitter too. *hiccup*

lizzie

2008-08-25T20:36:00.003+08:00

Hello. This post is dedicated to Lizzie, my pet lizard. I caught it a week ago I guess. It is a cute lizard. It has 2 eyes and a mouth. It is brown in colour. I kept Lizzie in a nice CD holder (well, erm... hard to describe, but yah). I remembered to poke little holes in the CD holder so that the lizard will not suffocate and die. Wait... the holes aren't that small. They are quite big in fact. As big as a five cent coin. Erm... maybe a little smaller. No... way smaller. Anyway, Lizzie and I had great times together. I can spend hours looking at the lizard and observe its behaviour. Oh, did I mention that the CD holder is transparent? How cool is that.

Usually, I keep the CD holder embed within my stack of worksheets in my drawer so as to prevent my parents from finding them. If my parents find them, they will keep the lizard and I will not get to play with Lizzie anymore. Worse still, they may hide the lizard at some unknown place in a parallel universe and totally forget about it. Then I won't be able to bathe the lizard. Then the lizard will be like... totally uncomfortable. That will be horrible. Anyway, Lizzie is an active lizard and have movements as swift as Li Jia Wei. I like to leave it at the window and allow it to climb up and down and around the metal grilles.

I remember Lizzie being injured due to me dropping the CD holder. I was devastated and couldn't mug Math properly. Wait, that isn't important, Lizzie showed signs of inconvenience of movement after that fall. I felt really bad. Well, for the next few days, Lizzie couldn't make use of its rear legs and could only move around with its front two limbs. It was effectively handicapped. It struggling to make movement pulverized my heart into smithereens which littered the floor and became a hazard. I hope I don't get a $500 fine.

Now, Lizzie had escaped due to me leaving the CD cover open. Wherever you are, I want you to know that I love you and that you are free to look for me anytime. I will be there for you.

hi.

2008-08-24T16:51:00.002+08:00

Hi. I will post a serious post. Just as I promised.

Yesterday, my family went with another family, which was somehow related to my family, to a National Day dinner. Okay... my father is that Uncle's brother's brother's brother's sister's brother's uncle's auntie's nephew's nephew's brother's son's daughter's mother's uncle's brother's NS friend's friend's friend. I hope I got that correct. Wait, I could have said that they are friends. Yes, the theme of the dinner was that of National day. I think I celebrated National Day two weeks ago. Did I? Anyway, we were treated to good food and lots of Sprite. A lot of Sprite. You know... that drink? There were performances too. Oh, and there was a prize-giving ceremony. There was a lucky draw too. My family didn't win anything because I owe Wai Choong 3 dollars. Ooh I am a bad boy =(. You know when you do bad things, your nose will for some reason or another become longer, just like the wooden person whose name starts with a letter P? So take care of your nose. You need to smell things with it. Just like how the big bad wolf needs it to smell Little Red Riding Hood. And anyway, Red is not my favourite colour. Blue is. Morrison FTW! Anyway, I really want that NTUC voucher. I mean.... NTUC!

Well, Dr Yaacob Ibrahim, the guest of honour, went around interacting with the people. You don't know who Dr Yaacob Ibrahim is? Don't worry, it will not come out in the SS CCT next week. Yes, my family's table was also visited. Brilliant. Below was the dialogue (not monologue) between Dr Yaacob Ibrahim and everyone else that was at the table. I am the only Ewan at the table. You need to know it.

Dr Yaacob Ibrahim: Thank you for being here. Let's give a toast to the Nation.
All else: Yes, yes. (apparently we were lost for words)
Dr Yaacob Ibrahim (notices the Newcastle jersey I was wearing): Wah, Newcastle ah!
Ewan: Yes.
Dr Yaacob Ibrahim: Pfft! Aiyoh.

I was taken aback and nearly fell back to my chair. My gosh, I would have hurt myself and need to be sent to the hospital. Then I may not be able to play hockey and have to change my CCA. That will be so troublesome! Anyway, continuing with the dialogue.

Dr Yaacob Ibrahim: Do you know what soccer club I support?
Ewan: I don't know.
Dr Yaacob Ibrahim (laughs): Make a guess.
Ewan: Liverpool?
Dr Yaacob Ibrahim (this is getting tiring, I shall refer to him using Dr YI from now on): No.
Ewan: Manchester United?
Dr YI: No.
Ewan: Chelsea?
Dr YI: No lah. I support Leeds United! Division 1! Haha!
Ewan: Haha.

Mmm. So very interesting. The fish tasted really nice. The pork chop tasted... rather funny. Nonetheless, it was an enjoyable experience. If I didn't go to the dinner, I wouldn't have broken my high score in 3D Rally. Wow, I think I am good in this game. Anyone game?

It is raining heavily now. As heavy as the piece of platinum-iridium alloy that weighs exactly 1 kg. How cool is that! I am going to play tennis with my friend later. If it continues raining like that, I guess the game will have to be called off. How sad.

!

2008-08-23T02:24:00.003+08:00

Hello. I heard that this blog is dying. I called 995 (emergency hotline mind you). I brought the medical staff with me. I have the resuscitation staff too.

The medical staff crowded around my blog. I don't know what they were doing. They were blocking my view. I was also not allowed into the area because some doctor said so. Anyway, after let's say... pi minutes, the crowd around my blog started to disperse.

Doctor: This blog isn't dying. Erm... it is sleeping. Yah. Seriously, you should only call 999 when it is an emergency. Do you know that the whole medical team is pissed at you? This is our lunch break leh.
Ewan: Huh. I don't understand. What sleeping?
Doctor: Erm... Think of it as the slowpoke at the center of the road in the Pokemon Silver Game.
Ewan: Ooh okay. I've played that game.
Doctor: What is your level! My Cyndaquil is level 99 leh!
Ewan: Why your Cyndaquil never evolve one?
Doctor: Because I press B everytime it tries evolving. You know the Cyndaquil sooo cute you know!
Ewan: No lor. The Totodile is way cuter.

Then the doctor and I got into a heated argument. Dang it. Well, it almost got into a fight. Our fists were clenched. Thankfully it rained, so we stopped our debate and became good friends again. Friends forever <3. I traded my level 83 Onix for his level 91 Graveller. So totally awesome dude. I mean... his Graveller can do Rock Throw! Ownage!

Whee, and we ate at the RI canteen later. My blog woke up and came with us too. Well, the doctor (his name is Skiddles) and I ate at the chicken rice stall. I ordered the $1.50 chicken rice because I wasn't feeling too hungry. Skiddles ate the chicken rice + vegetables + egg + 2 drumsticks + Umbrella + Char Siew and it cost him $1. I don't get it. He got an umbrella seh. I mean like... that is the best thing to go with chicken rice. I should order it on Monday in school.

Oh, and don't ask me what happened to the rest of the medical staff. Wait... you can ask me. They were at the astroturf playing soccer (the rain didn't stop by the way). I think they were waiting for Skiddles. Well, after 3 hours of fun with Skiddles, I left him to continue with his life-saving routine.

Dang it, I didn't get his handphone number.

post

2008-08-21T22:09:00.002+08:00

This blog will not die. I will post tomorrow. I have to complete my ERP.

Okay... I think I can write something. When I grow up, I want to be a fireman. I want to fight fire. I mean, if you can shoot fire out of the back of your palm, it will be so... so Awesome! If you are trapped in the Atlantic Ocean, you can shoot fire and watch it immediately extinguish on the water surface. Whoa! If I go to the Chemistry Lab again, I do not need to use their bunsen burners. I'll just shoot fire out of my super cool fire shooter like thing. I hope I don't injure anyone. Ah, I won't. People can stop, drop and roll. Roll like the tuna wrap of the Western stall. Expensive. Anyway, there are eye droppers at the sides of the labs. Ooh, and if I can shoot fire out of the back of my hand, I can burn my Maths, Geog and Bio papers and say that it is an accident! I am emo. Emo. Oh yeah, that is why I want to be a fireman. Fight fire. Got fire. Did you know that fire can kill? Oh no...

Ooh, I also want to try drinking boiling water. If I do that and live to tell other people (erm... I want to tell people... as in talk), my life is complete.

hello

2008-08-15T20:35:00.005+08:00

Hello. This is Happy writing on behalf of Ewan on Ewan's blog. Ewan is quite busy with a lot of stuff at the moment. Yah, he is now rushing his... erm, what do you call that, erm the ERP. Yah, he is reading a book. You know... a book. Yay. Ewan needs to mug for Maths, Geog and Bio CCT too. Yeah. I am excited. Tomorrow Ewan will buy me dog food. I mean, how cool is that? I have been eating stuff taken from others since I hatched out of my egg (erm, that is what my Mother Dog told me). I have eaten a shoe (left shoe to be specific). I have eaten a car. I have eaten a hole puncher. I mean, I am going to eat like... actual dog food tomorrow! I asked Ewan for Yakult flavour. Yum. Live L.casei strain Shirota - Non Fat Milk Solids goodness. Mmm...

Anyway, I am reading Ewan's blog now. I never had a 4.0 for Maths. I had it before, but as of current my Maths GP stands at erm... 3.6 =(. I have Dog language CCT on Monday which I have to study for. Here is a taste of what will come out for the CCT.

Woof woof woof. Woof woof woooof woof woof woo wooo. Woof woof woof woof woof. Woof woofoowof Wooforofow woof. Woooffofoof woof. Woof. Woof woooooof.

Dang hard. But never mind my Dog Language GP is 4.0. I think I top my class in Dog Language. I have a Third Language too. I take Cat language. I have an Oral on Wednesday. I need to start preparing. Dang it, I hate oral examinations. I have trouble enunciating some of the words. Furthermore, I have been commented by my teacher about my pronounciation. Apparently, my 'miao' and my 'maio' sound the same. This is what my Cat Language teacher told me.

"Miao miaoimioa miao maoi maio mioaioim mioaim maioooooo miaooo!"

Haiz. I really need to buck up on my Cat. Okay, I should be studying for Literature now. Bye world. Oh, and Ewan may not be able to post for a period of time. I may post on behalf of him tomorrow. If I have the opportunity, I shall talk about other stuff. Yah. Stuff. I like stuff.

*PS. It is really hard trying to type without fingers. I mean like... paws!

i am tired

2008-08-14T21:13:00.003+08:00

I am tired. I want to lie down and rest. I want to sleep. But when I sleep, my homework will be eaten by the dog. I need to then stay awake to guard my homework. I must have insulted the king of dogs. A black dog had eaten my breakfast. A brown dog had eaten my lunch. A green dog had eaten my dinner. A spotted dog had eaten yesterday's homework. A greyish-silver dog had eaten my deodorant (yah if you chance upon a ridiculously nice-smelling dog (which is greyish-silver), please inform me). A yellow dog had swallowed my bowling ball.

Luckily, I had managed to catch the yellow dog because it had trouble escaping. I kept it as my pet. The dog said that its name is Happy. I don't like the name. I named it Clifford the big Red Dog. However, the dog was not happy and bit me. So I named it Happy, just as it requested. Even though this is our first day together, we had a lot of fun together. We shared jokes. We studied for Maths and Chemistry CCT together. I don't know. Happy had a 4.0 for Maths, and learning from it has really helped me in Mathematics. It has significant ability in Chemistry and Biology tomorrow. Happy is now teaching me the three types of Biological molecules.

Dang. I ran out of dog food. I hope the bowling ball can last him a few more days. I will go to NTUC and get some dog food during the weekends.

ohmigosh

2008-08-13T20:13:00.003+08:00

I am frustrated. I am angry. I am mad. This is an emo post. Emo! Argh.

I am so angry I will order bubble tea with neither the bubbles nor the tea and pay for it.

I am so angry I will spam correction tape on a blank piece of paper.

I am so angry I will choke my toilet with tissue paper. All toilets in my house in fact. The result? I will have no tissue paper to use. Gah.

I am pissed. No wait... I am happy. Very happy. If I am happy I will not be angry. Angry. Oh no I am angry. I shall stop being angry and be as happy as a papaya. Yes.

Tomorrow is a new day.

tennis

2008-08-12T20:15:00.003+08:00

Okay this will be a quick post. Erm... as quick as oompa loompas. I mean... like did you read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? It is a nice book. Yay. You can watch the movie too.

Anyway, I played tennis with Wai Choong. We had a tennis match at the RI tennis court. I believe the score to be 1-6, 4-2... (yes the game was not completed, you will read about it later). Erm... yah. In the first set, Wai Choong played tennis as if he had measured the ideal angle of launch of the ball, the correct initial velocity imparted to the tennis ball, measuring the trajectory of the ball and also taking into account the wind and the 'spongeyness' of the ball (whoa... all the what... Young's modulus??!). His ridiculously accurate shots made me look like someone who had just flunked his Chemistry CCT. In the second set, I started to take the game to Wai Choong, winning four straight sets. Well... he did get another 2 sets back, but for some reason or another (I guess he is sick), he quit the game, staggering out of the tennis court like a staghorn. So then the game was halted. Well... kudos to him for playing brilliantly despite him being sick.

I came across a nice quote. It is from Groucho Marx.

"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana."

Wow. I think I finally understand quantum physics.

heh

2008-08-11T12:49:00.002+08:00

Is my blog funny? Oh no that is bad. My blog is supposed to be serious. You know... as serious as roti prata. I mean, you look at roti prata on a plate. Mmm... delicious. I will have curry with that. No sugar please. I have an allergy to sugar. Rashes will develop. More importantly, if I eat sugar I will go hyperactive and start running around my estate. I will collapse of exhaustion and won't be able to mug for Chem! Oh dear.

Anyway, I was watching a soccer match yesterday (today's yesterday, not yesterday's yesterday or tomorrow's yesterday which is today). It was a Community Shield match contested by Portsmouth and Manchester United. Well... people (specifically Wai Choong and Zhao Lin) would be talking about the penalty shootout, how Portsmouth missed their spot-kicks and allowed Manchester United to defend their trophy and all that. Yada. That is not important. There is something more significant that happened during the match. It sent me deep into thought. In the 25th minute of the game, a nice orange balloon appeared on the pitch. You know... a balloon. Yes, a very nice orange balloon. Apparently the balloon forced air out of the 'nozzle', thus propelling it out of the owner, which mistreated it by spilling coke over its rubbery surface, onto the nice grassy surface of Wembley. It had its 45 seconds of limelight. It stood among the footballing greats. Not long after, at the 26th minute of the game, the balloon was cruelly popped, leaving it in a heap of rubbery mess. Well... I think that the person who popped the balloon is Edwin van der Sar. I am not ruling out possibilities of someone else committing this crime against balloon-y. Upon witnessing this horrible horrible act of injustice, I slumped back into my sofa. My mood is horribly dampened. It was like having my two dollar note washed down the drain. I can't do anything to get my two dollar note back... How horrid. I could have bought wanton noodles with that. Ooh yum wanton noodles. Continuing with the match... my excitement for the game was diminshed. I wasn't interested in the match anymore.

So I shall advocate for better treatment of balloons all around the world. This particular balloon had its life ruthlessly forced out of its rubbery membrane. Don't you feel for that poor balloon? How would you feel if you were disrespected and trampled upon? How would you feel if you are deemed as insignificant, and are brutally removed with a snap of a finger *click*? How would you feel if you hadn't the power to prevent such injustices from happening? Come on, stand up all balloons around the world and we shall fight for the rights that you have been deprived of! Ahh!

Okay sian. I like Rubik's Cube. It is colourful. I like it better in its unsolved state. Erm... yes, solid state. Can you imagine a Rubik's Cube in liquid state? Oh no. And if I actually drink that... Eew... It will taste all... plastic.

Sian

2008-08-10T10:56:00.002+08:00

Bored. Sian. I need to start studying. If not a crocodile will crawl out under my bed and I will have to feed it. I will also need to take time off to ensure that the crocodile gets into a suitable wildlife sanctuary. I will also have things broken too. Most importantly, my parents will scold me for intentionally keeping a crocodile at home. That will be bad. Oh no. Anyway, I assumed in my previous sentenses that the crocodile is tame.

I am watching the Beijing Olympics now. It is very nice. I am seeing records being broken. How cool is that. Michael Phelps has been outstanding, and he broke the olympic and world record in his run to the gold medal in the 400 meters individual medley. In another event, a swimmer from Korea also won the gold medal. It was significantly significant (well, intended) as Korea had not won a gold medal (or is it any medal... forgot) in the pool. Well done! Also, Tao Li had qualified for the finals of the 100m Butterfly. Whee. Go Team Singapore!

I shall not emulate typical muggers and post about GPA in my blog. Well, I asked my GPA whether I could post about this topic in the blog. My GPA did not permit. So yeah. Anyway, I can only reveal that my GPA is on the rise, which is a good thing. It has a 0.5-0.6 improvement (overall GPA) from APR 1. So okay. I shall not engage in GPA comparison. I mean... super-mugger Ryoji's GPA is 3.8! Brilliance in the making, well done! Yet again, I cannot help but look back at my screwed-up self and my screwed-up GPA. Basket.

I shall stop here. If I continue, my pants will catch fire. Then I will not be able to study properly, or even study at all. I would be receiving treatment in hospital for second degree burns at my legs. More importantly, I will flunk my tests! Gosh.

sian.

2008-08-09T16:34:00.005+08:00

Sian. I am so freaking bored. You know... like... bored.

Anyway CCTs are looming over the distance. I can see the CCT paper staggering towards me like a person with legs in a rice sack. It won't be long before I pick up my pen (speaking of pens, I have my pens exhausted. I shall get new ones tomorrow) and start drawing caricatures onto the grainy surface. After 10 minutes of drawing, I shall fold my arms over the paper and rest my head (you know... sleep) until the invigilator says/screams/commands/thunders/shrieks "pens down". Gah heck, I had my pens down 40 minutes ago.

I hope the teacher will give me marks for my drawings.

Gah academics is such a depressing subject.

Anyway, hockey match tomorrow (yay). And I am not sure whether there is school on Monday. You know... like only holidays on Sundays are brought over to the Monday. Not sure about National day. I mean... it is celebrated today (which is a Saturday). [if you didn't notice, all the words at the end of the sentences rhyme]

I like Saturdays. Langourous.

Suwe: "I score then I win, you score then you lose."

Comma, comma, fullstop.

2008-05-19T23:39:00.002+08:00

Man, I have nothing to blog about.

Well, apparently the only interesting thing that happened to me recently was that of Fire Pokemon reaching level 32.

Yay.

Whee, and I have 3 Pokemon badges!

Looking back at it... Yah, who cares?

I will blog when something really interesting happens.

Yes.

Math Paper?

2008-04-27T21:18:00.002+08:00

Imagine your Mathematics paper to be that of one question with two parts.

The first part asks for the solution to a mathematical equation. Easy, it is linear.

1+1 = ? [1 mark]

The second part asks...

"Explain how you have derived or obtained the answer." [9 marks]

By the way, it would not be wise to rewrite the equation as the answer. It does not explain anything.

Newcastle

2008-04-18T22:25:00.003+08:00

NEWCASTLE VS SUNDERLAND

This match is going to be very interesting. Myself not residing within the Newcastle-Sunderland area, I cannot experience first-hand the rivalry between these two teams and the emotions that flow within each fan or supporter for each club. The Tyne-Wear derby is one of the more intense rivalries in the United Kingdom (not as intense as the Old Firm), and I am definitely excited at the prospect of a game with such significance to both the Black and White and the Red and White being played.

St James Park will be fully packed.

The players are fully focused.

And I will be within the midst of the Black and White community, donning their Newcastle jerseys proudly, singing the Blaydon Races loudly and cheering the Toon Army to victory.

Confused...

2008-04-18T21:32:00.005+08:00

Okay... it all origined from this incident.

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Yeah... we were playing soccer at the RI field. We lined up and took penalties against the goalkeeper. Wai Choong stepped up to take the kick. David, the goalkeeper, positioned himself in front of the goal (which was marked out by bags, not the most pleasant of sights).

*David deviated from his equilibrium position (the center of the goal mouth) and stood himself to a position that is more to the right of the goalmouth. Simply put, he covered the right side of the goalmouth but left the left side empty (left the left side... sounds wierd). Anyway...*

-Not the exact wordings-

David: Yeah come on!

*Wai Choong placed the ball to the right of the goal. David dived towards his left. The ball rolled in like a ball would (lol) and yes, Wai Choong got the "hahaiggxxggedyou" expression on his face. He converted the penalty like a money changer. (WT? I am getting lamer)*

David: "OMG I got pwned by Reverse Psychology!"
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David stood more to his right. Capitalising on the uneasy temptation experienced by the penalty taker to place the ball to the left of the post (free, open goal, who wouldn't take it?), David would then dive to the left in the assumption that the penalty taker would place the ball to the left. It does not always happen to be this way, and yes, he conceded.

Do you have the temptation of pressing a big and red button that clearly writes "DO NOT PUSH"? If you push that button, and that button is a button that GGXXs the whole world... then ya... destruction.

Do you have the temptation of getting something which your parents or someone say you cannot have? For example, when your parents say that you cannot have this delicious and great-tasting plate of vegetables, you may actually demand for this plate of vegetables and probably devouring it. Yeah...

When your friends entrust you to their handphone, and stresses on not allowing one (or yourself) to see it, would you have the temptation of actually looking into the phone? Do not be surprised to find yourself looking through the contacts of the person.

Reverse psychology... it generates misunderstandings and triggers the more "unwanted" part of human, that is, the temptation to do something despite them being strongly advised not to. Well... complete trust, belief and fairness, does it look more like a facade with the so-called miscommunication between people? If the reverse psychology set into the individual is unintended, there is till nonetheless miscommunication, misunderstandings et cetera that will arise.

As in... if one says this, the person has the temptation to like, do another. This temptation would be the temptation to do something wrong, or not advised. It encourages people to be bad, or wicked, or simply manipulated in their thinking by the individual who may set in reverse psychology on purpose. Is that what you expect to see in an ideal society?

Speaking of manipulation of the thinking and mindset of people, unless this temptation is being purged of (reverse psychology lol?), I can safely say that complete trust, justice (parents lie to encourage people to eat their vegetables, people doing something wrong), fairness (as could be seen by the dilemma induced by the goalkeeper in the example provided) et cetera would not be achieved.

And that, no doubt, is not a good sight.

Re-reading this blogpost, I feel dang stupid. Okay, the whole blog never did sound right.

Bluff!

2008-04-12T00:17:00.002+08:00

I was playing bluff with 2 other people (X and Y). X threw out 4 cards or what he claimed were made of 7s.

X: "Aiyah, 4 7s, anyone dare to pick up?" *tsk*

Okay, the cards on the pile were left untouched. It was Y's turn.

He called, "One 7"

He placed the card on the pile.

X did not call bluff.

April Fools' Day? (2)

2008-04-02T00:53:00.002+08:00

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EC: "There is something on your hair."
??: "There isn't something on my hair."
EC: "I say there is means there is! There!"
??: "Right..."
EC: "Whoa sian... I am hopeless."

That was a few years ago I guess. Man, that was one of the few times I have actually tried to prank someone (seriously, I can't be bothered).

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By the way, I feel need for reiteration of a particular point...

Newcastle is the best! OWN! (Wai Choong... :D)

April Fools' Day?

2008-04-01T23:30:00.007+08:00

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"Children's tricks can be directed either against adults or against one another. Some are novel, as when some Bradford sixth-formers in 1970 advertised their school as being for sale, but most are traditional in form; they give false warnings and disconcerting news, and mock those who believe them, play simple practical jokes, send people on futile errands (Opie and Opie, 1959: 243-7)." (A Dictionary of Folklore)
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April Fools... I rarely participate in these activities at all. I usually lie at the receiving end of unmalicaious pranks, or as quoted above, "false warnings and disconcerting news". Yep, and I get ridiculed at. Well, below is the summary of events relating to April Fools during April Fools.

YF: "Hey, Ewan! Today's Physics RA Quiz is cancelled! Mr Wee told me. YEAH!"
EC: "Ya right, one of those April Fools' thingies right?"
YF: "No, really, Mr Wee told me just now!"
EC: "I met him just now, he told me to remind the class about today's lab lesson and the Quiz."
YF: "Okay... Joking, joking. April Fools!"

This is one of many pranks and "disconcerting news" directed towards myself during this particular day (this one obviously failing). Okay, I shall give another example.

??: "Hey, Ewan! Your shoelaces are untied."
EC: "Oh really?" *looks down*
??: "Haha, April Fools!"

That was another example of an April Fools prank, this having dire consequences. A couple of seconds was taken to lift up my long pants and look at my shoelaces, of it could have been directed to the running to the gradually-lengthening queues in the canteen.

Wierdly, naturally or whatever-ly, these incidents reminded me of the unpleasant April Fools prank played on me years ago.

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It was a supposedly and seemingly languorous April Fools Day, it being a weekend. Staying at home, watching TV (I watch the TV!!! I am not a mugger!), I received a call from my friend, the contents of the call being "disconcerting". This person (whom from now on shall be referred to as X) mentioned about my friend being in hospital after a car accident. I was very worried; the person involved in the "crash" was one of my better friends. He brought up the idea of a visit to the hospital for the showing of concern. I accepted. Clicking myself out of "YES! Let's watch TV!" mode, I packed my belongings, prepared the supposedly-injured person a gift and left the home. My parents warned me of it being an April Fools' prank beforehand, but I took that with a pinch of salt.

Having arrived at the meeting area, I scanned the area for blue taxis. X said that he would hire a cab, fetch me from the area and together would go to the hospital. Fine enough, I sat at the bus-stop, and waited.

10 minutes had passed, and I decided to wait a little longer. The taxis that whizzed past did not fall into my criteria.

Criteria

It is a taxi (not buses, not trucks, not helicopters, not aeroplanes, not trishaws, not cars, just taxis... wait, did I just say no cars?)
It is blue (wierdly, it reminds me of an essay.... Commonwealth! NOO!)
It has X in it (X marks the taxi, but he isn't in any... so...)

20 minutes ticked by, and I was getting a little restless. I continued my stone at the bus-stop, this time feeling uncomfortably impatient and restless.

The watch shouted "30 MINUTES HAVE PASSED!". I was pacing the bus-stop, and caught the attention of others waiting for their buses with my "sian, where is he" expression.

The stupid idiot in mention (yeah, me) finally picked up his phone and called X. I was in for a conversation that I will not forget in a long time (well, was near to forgetting it until now, brought it up again).

EC: "Eh, X! Where are you now?"
X: "Hello Ewan. I am at home lah! Where else you want me to go leh?"
EC: "Eh, but you say [my friend] injured and we want to visit him..."

X laughs hysterically. As in seriously. As I am typing this post, the psychotic laugh (sorry, no offense) rings in my head, making me feel uneasy at this moment (and stupid, I am so stupid).

EC: "What the h*ll. Shyt!"
X: "Haha! April Fools! Haha..."

That "siao" laugh continued, reverberated, whatever. I kept my cool and said in the calmest and most composed manner managable at that particular scenario...

EC: "SIAO AH YOU YOU CRAZY MAKE ME WAIT AT THE BUS-STOP FOR 45 MINUTES GO AND *** AH YOU!"

I pressed the red buttony thing that ends call with such a large amount of perpendicular force, the phone turned itself off.

I started dao-ing X. -Dao, -Dao, -Dao.

The first time I started talking to him after the incident was 6 months later (an invitation to play bowling I think. Whee, fun!). We remained as friends.
The first time I had my phone turned on after that incident was after servicing.

The incident is just something that I would like to share with all. What struck me was what X said in his apology.

It was an MSN conversation.
X: Hey, Ewan!
X: Sorry about today.
X: But it is April Fools' Day!
X: Don't take it so seriously leh.
X: Don't scare me.
X: Hello?

Notice that it was a one-way conversation. I dao-ed him.
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Yes, the attitudes adopted towards April Fools' can be brought up. I was thinking hard and deep about it, and thought that yes, we ought not take April Fools' so seriously. After all, April Fools' is about the light-heartedness, the stressing and emphasizing on light-heartedness within the society. April Fools' is a day set aside in the Georgian calendar where social rules undergo a slight change, joking et cetera being highly encouraged and people having fun, satisfaction and developing a sense of good-will by playing pranks as well as accepting them.

Haiz... but yet again, I thought about April Fools' Day being of another meaning or significance. It is primarily for the celebration of light-heartedness within the society, calling people fools (light-heartedly) and people accepting that they are fools (in a positive manner; pinch of salt).

However, could the fools be those who play the pranks and "jack" themselves? Could the underlying significance of April Fools' Day be the mocking of pranksters whom which actually participate in this "act of foolery"? I am not sure myself.

There is a quote that might end things off here very nicely.

"April Fool is gone and past,
You're the biggest fool at last." (A Dictionary of Folklore)

If you are caught April Fooling around at days other than the first of April, be prepared to be bombarded with this delicately crafted series of words. How so very appropriate!

"That is my Math Textbook! Gimme!"

2008-03-29T21:51:00.000+08:00

I should be putting up notices on the walls of the RI campus reading "LOST MATH TEXTBOOK. If found please call (so and so)." Yep, my Math Textbook was kidnapped by some person and is now shouting and screaming for help as that evil person ruthlessly flips through its delicate pages. Can you imagine your Math Textbooks being horribly abused by other people that you don't know or recognize? *sobs*

It happened on this fateful day. Ewan Chee decided to kick ball at the field after school. Changed into P.E., chucked my belongings at the clock tower and went to play (YAY). After dribbling past defenders, running up, down, left and right and falling over the ball on one instance (triggered laughter within the others), I went back to the clock tower, having excreted the same amount of sweat as that glass of water I drank in the morning that day. Okay, Ewan's strict spot-check regime on his belongings would then proceed.

School bag - Check
Valuables - Check
Contents within the school bag - Check
Math Textbook (yes, specifically -- separate check) that was outside the comfort zone of my bag - ...

The Math Textbook was not where I last left it to be. Okay GGXX. I started to worry. There were other bags within that area too and I scavaged through the bags hoping that the familar orange colour of the book cover was seen. Well, it was to no avail. Lost my Math textbook. Am beginning to miss its algebra already. Hopefully, in time, my Math textbook would be recovered. If not, then what I have to do would no doubt be to buy a new one ($18 whee!).

So, in light of my personal loss and disaster, I shall give all some tips on how to protect your belongings, and prevent yourself from being a victim of theft. This is specifically for books, worksheets et cetera.

Keep them out of sight (Have been conscious of that since. Ways of doing that would be to either keep them in your bag or if not possible, cover your books with your bags. Just keep them out of sight. I repeated the point... lol)
Plastic wrap your books (E.W.A.N. research agency has found out that plastic wrapped books are less susceptible to theft than books not plastic wrapped. It has something to do with pyschology or something.) Yep, the Math textbook was unwrapped, and I am beginning to regret that.
Don't leave your belongings unattended (don't do an Ewan; leave your things at point A and go play at point B, with point B a 100m displacement from point A. At least keep your items within view. Or entrust your items to a reliable friend. Stresses on reliable)
Put stick-it notes on your books, reading "If you pick this up, you will be doomed to a life of..." (Yep, psychology working in)
Take care of your books. :D

Okay, the fifth point was... not needed. Sorry, needed to filled it up. A little tetraphobic. :D

Aloha!

2008-03-29T14:18:00.000+08:00

This being my first blog post...

Hello world!