WWE
WWE’s coming to Singapore again!
They’re coming on July 28th, a Saturday, which is great because I’m sick of missing concerts because they were held on school days.
According to the information, wrestlers like Rey Mysterio, Booker T (I don’t care, it sounds better than King Booker. King Booker sounds like a big-headed, zit-ridden head prefect who wears tight pants and rules the school with his pen, notebook and booking skills), KANE, Edge, Matt Hardy, Batista and “many more”. I hate the words “many more”, who the hell is “many more”?
I’m kind of itching to go, but the tickets are really pricey. $155 for category 2.
I guess that’s usually the price for those seats, but argh…
Another bugging problem is company, I can never find anyone to go with because they don’t like this stuff. Especially WWE, I highly doubt any of my girl friends would want to come. Liz once claimed that WWE is just a bunch of sweaty men fighting in their underwear. Meh. I’m not too bent on going myself and screaming, “ILOVEYOUKANE!” amongst the crowd either.
I hope Triple H doesn’t come.
I don’t like his great Greek beak nose.
None?
I think I’ll start every post from now on with an Al Pacino picture. Whee.
Until I can’t find anymore good pictures, I guess.
There’s a girl going around the school trying to recruit new members into her church. She asked my friend to attend her Sunday church, scaring my friend with stuff like, “World War 3 is coming soon, God has appointed [someone] to ask the Christians to save the world!” or something like that. But my friend declined.
I hear that the world is scheduled to end on year 2012? World War 3, Doomsday, whatever they call it. There have been millions of predictions on the these dates. I see so far they’re all wrong, because I’m still sitting here typing about it. I don’t know how people can be convinced about this shit.
Well, or maybe these predictions are meant to be true. Except after they sing about it to everyone, everyone starts to take precautions and make sure they don’t start any wars with another country just yet, as a result, the war which was probably meant to have taken place didn’t, so the world is saved.
I was wondering if everyone were actually born atheists.
I wonder what a person’s beliefs will be if the knowledge about religion was absent. Would he naturally be an atheist, thinking that life is simply just, or would he naturally believe that a higher being controls his life? I was thinking that he’d be an atheist, after all, without the knowledge and influence of religion or the knowledge about the absence of it, he probably won’t fathom about a higher being since he doesn’t have any foundation, right?
Actually “atheist” is not the right word here, I think.
Atheism means denial and disbelief of the existence of Gods, which means they acknowledge theism and thus oppose it, which means they hold knowledge about religion.
Okay, rephrase question: I’m thinking that a person will not become religious or believe in Gods if they had no knowledge about religion or the knowledge about the possibility about the absence of it.
I mean, I really wonder what that person ideas and perspectives are, because what we feel about almost everything boils down to religion. The other day, I was talking to me friend about death, I had the feeling she didn’t feel the same urgency or panic about death as much as I did, because she believes in heaven and I don’t.
And I think those ideas really affect the way we live our lives and how we think.
Eg. The world’s a shitted place where shit happens to random people VS I think God made this happen to me for a reason. I think those 2 ideas mould our lives. Personally I feel that random shit happens to people, regardless of karma.
I suppose this is actually the core of my depressing feelings, because regardless of what good people do, I feel that shit will still happen, thus my attitude towards tasks and issues are quite vastly different from my friend’s, I would think. I think she takes things a lot easier, and she’s much happier than I am.
Wow. I really hope to meet someone who doesn’t know the issue about religion, that’ll be someone interesting to meet, rather than the same old people. You’re either this, or that. But a person like this… That’ll be really interesting. I wonder what this group of people are called, or even if they exist. I don’t think agnostic is the right term, because agnostics do know about religion, but they just don’t give enough a shit to make a decision.
Anyhoo, back to studying. Sigh. Homework. Now that’s random shit which happens to everyone
Al Pacino
His face, once I get a good and big picture, shall be my layout soon!
Al Pacino’s my favorite actor now, Peter Stormare was my favorite ever since Prison Break came out, so it’s time for a change yo.
Al Pacino is, from what I read in other blogs, “the sex”.
I dunno what this new slang means, I suppose it means they love it so much that they’re willing to have sex with it, but well whatever. I’m gonna buy all the DVDs of the movies which he’s acted in, except the crappy movies.
He may be 70 years old but! Anyway, I just like him.
I don’t like “handsome” men like Orlando Bloom or Gaspard Ulliel or Wentworth Miller or that Japanese dude, what’s his name? Takeshi Kana-what. I mean okay, their face contours are perfectly shaped, their eyes are piercing, they look like the dude next door, they look perfect, yeah, but don’t they all look the same? God they look so damn boring, they’re look so perfect that it’s sickening and unappealing. They look so perfect to the point where it just blends with everything else. They just don’t look right, or maybe that’s because they’re so airbrushed.
I was going to upload a picture of Orlando Bloom and post it right here just to point out how boring he looks, but I think we all know how he looks like. Thick brows, brown eyes, dopey floppy hair, eeyuk. Get a haircut.
Okay, this is weird rambling about who’s hot and who’s not. Al Pacino whee whee whee!
Sicky – Literally
This is really not a lucky year. Chinese Os are on Monday and O levels Physics SPA is tomorrow.
And today, my flu has come back with a vengeance. This time plus fever.
Clearly the back of the Vitamin C pills bottle is all a lie.
“Boost your immunity system” my foot.
Man I am really, really pissed off with my health. I’ve gotten sick this year more than the past 2 years combined, and it’s always the day before the exams. The thing I hate most besides Cow and Chicken reruns is falling sick, falling sick makes me jealous of the movie stars I watch while lying on the couch sweating from my own body heat.
Anyhoo, thanks Sue Ann for helping me today! You’re the best!
Sicky
I suddenly remembered last year’s meet the parents session. Lena Poh, who didn’t even teach my class, spoke to our parents about us, the kids whom she never taught. Mr Tchen sat quietly in a corner. I’m still incredulous, after 1 year has passed. The session only lasted 5 minutes because she didn’t even know who I was.
Anyway, the point is, the school didn’t manage to leech enough money from the students to install air-conditioning in the halls, so Lena Poh managed to sucker my dad into donating $350. Yeah, if they can’t get the kids to donate, they get the parents to do the job. In exchange, my dad’s name would be engrave on a tile in some tile project thingy.
1 year has passed. No cool air is felt on my face during the exams in the hall, no tiles are seen.
Where the fuck did my money go? Into graining “WELCOME” onto the floor which is stepped on everyday in front the of general office? Fuck. I’m starting, no wait, already started, to hate TK as each day passes. My God, this school sucks.
Another sickening moment today was when I browsed through a few blogs. I found a TK girl’s blog which was positively saturated with content about any possible branded goods you can think of. Abercrombie, Ralph Lauren, Chanel, Gucci, everything, and it made me feel sick.
Shopping too much even makes me feel sick. I’d start thinking about how many greedy hands have smeared their hand prints onto the clothing that I had touched and how many of those hands belonged to girls like that TK girl. Wasting money on clothing which they’d wear once and probably unable to afford these clothes if it weren’t for their ATM machines aka parents. Sick, just sick.
The 3rd sickening moment was when I passed by the streets in Orchard Road. All these ang-moh sounding names of those roads drove me nuts. Orchard Boulevard, Orchard Spring Lane, Tomlinson Road, Balmoral Street, etcetera. Singapore’s becoming Mysteria Lane. What ever happened to good ol’ Teck Beng Road, or other similar sounding roads. They even wanted to change Toa Payoh into Orchid Avenue or something.
This is exactly what Singapore’s identity problem is – not sticking to our original, traditional customs which made us the slightest bit “unique”, but instead trying to abolish our past and moulding our identity similar to any other Caucasian country, which is ridiculous because we aren’t. Yet they ponder on how to make Singapore unique, jackasses. We’re Caucasian wannabes.
The 4th sickening, or more likely infuriating, moment was just a few seconds ago. I told Cheeyang my mid-year exam results.
He guffawed, “Typical C class, muahahaha.”
The next time someone insults my class in my face again, I’m honestly going to slap the crap out of him/her.
Unfortunately I couldn’t slap Cheeyang’s face because it was over MSN and he’s my friend.
I don’t know why I’m this angry, I just am. Christ, do all of you have the urge to purge your blame and tease on us just to fill the gaping hole of insecurity by feeling convinced that you’re academically superior? Fan-fucking-tastic, you’ve just won the prize of Never-Finding-Self-Actualization-Ever!
Now, I’m off to study Chinese the so-called “typical” 4C way – fail as hard as I can. HARD YO!
4C – C for Cannot-Make-it
This is the first time since well, never that I’ve gotten an A2 for Physics! I was so thrilled, so high to the point where I even thought that a designer God may exist after all, until Mrs Neo’s words confirmed that that’s not true. She decided to show us our class’s MSG, which Sarah intelligently claimed that it stood for “Mean Sexual Graphics!”
Yep, that’s right, class 4C is once again the loser class. Our MSG was on par with 4E’s, some desperate souls sought comfort in our 0.70 MSG lead ahead of 4E, but still on the same par. So we thought, “Okay, at least we’re not the worst.”
Then Mrs Neo retorted, “But 4E doesn’t take one pure humans, so they have more time to study for Physics and they’ll beat you in O levels blah blah blah…” Long grandmother story short, we’re still the worst pure science class.
Right. Just when I thought there was hope for Physics, teachers immediately banish this hope by repeating the same dictum, “It was an easy paper, you were meant to get good grades.” Thanks ah, thanks. So my grade means peanuts after all, because it wasn’t a result of hard work, but due to an easy paper, right?
So Tankeehoe gave 4C yet another lecture. In short, we’re indolent, flippant [flim-pent?!?] and unproductive. I got particularly irritated with this. I wish teachers would quit telling us that we’re a shitty class, we get it. I think they try to spur us by saying that other classes will laugh at us, but I don’t care whether other classes say we’re lousy or arrogant and whatever. Because they shouldn’t in the first place, what ever happened to mutual respect and school unity? Christ, only the school of TK is capable of creating strong class segregation and elitism and making us feel like a rat’s ass.
Anyhoo, the point is, 4C’s still holds the title of Shittiest Academic Class. *waves school flag like an excited jumping coffee bean*
Random Thoughts
Just finished watching Life is Beautiful. Cried like a pig! They don’t make movies like that anymore, Hollywood keeps churning out movie-makes out of comics [Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Insert-super-power-man, etc. And 7 Spiderman movies to be made?! I've had enough!], movies which don’t revolve around the plot but Jessica Alba/Biel/etcetera’s body and Norbit.
People, get your bums off the popcorn-sticky cinema seats and buy the DVDs for Life is Beautiful and Elephant Man, they may be old films and have awful or even no special effects, but they’re full of meaning. Stop wasting your money on Spiderman flops.
Anyway, this post is gonna be disoriented because I’m just typing down whatever comes to my mind… Piggies.
I tried listening to some songs from Avril Lavigne’s new album, because the first CD I’d ever bought was her first album when I was 12 years old, and I must’ve listened to that album 134 times. To put it in one sentence, I hate it. It’s abhorrent. Then I went to listen to her first album again, after 4 years of leaving it in a corner to gather dust. I realised that I hate it too, but I absolutely loved it when I was 12. Maybe I would’ve liked her new album too if I was 4 years younger. Oh Avril, why all the fishnet stockings now?
Anyway, I realised how childish I was in my blog archives when I dissed pop and punk/emo music and the people who listen to it, because I’m guilty of listening to bad music too! Elton John’s in my iPod, and so is Sum 41 and a few other crappy bands. I have vowed some time ago not to diss anymore genres of music due to the constant reminder which the Backstreet Boys gives me whenever I scroll down the list of music. Yes, Backstreet Boys. But to hell with it, I hate Avril Lavigne’s new album and roar it out to the world I shall.
The Buzzcocks rock!
I also remember the way I used to diss Ah Lians and Ah Bengs quite frequently. Then I wonder why I stopped. I think it’s because practically everybody hates Ah Lians and bengs, to the point where even the message managed to penetrate through those lians/bengs’ skulls, so they’re becoming more clever. Oh yes. They’re morphing, I can tell. There aren’t any lians or bengs anymore, they’re growing smarter and changing their appearance accordingly.
No more twit language. They’ve become more sophisticated lians, I can’t explain it. I don’t know how, because a label hasn’t been made up yet. They come up with seemingly-cryptic sentences by juxtaposing fancy words with one another, like.. I don’t know, like, “;Document your fall of grace-” or “It’s chocolate love-; cause’ I’ll fly away`” or SOMETHING, I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s this certain THING about it. They type with really small font too. They type coherent, emo words.
Well, something like that. Not that I hate the girls who come up with those sort of dumb sentences, just noticing the transformation from lians to modern day sophisticated lians.
Exams are soon to be over too. Physics was a relief, I was so anxious and brain-dead the day before that I dreamed about doing some problem sum regarding deceleration. I was mumbling, “Double the velocity.. Draw the graph.. So the distance is 4 times..” But surprisingly, the paper was passable. Yipee.
Eng of Random Thoughts.
Frustrated
Hyuk. Chinese paper 2 was a major bobo. I felt like puking, so the Chinese characters became blurred and I can hardly remember what I’ve written now. All I remember is reading some story about a cactus which made the writer cry. Another wimpy writer, they’re always wimpy. Where the hell do they find these passages..
For some reason, I don’t feel motivated to study for this mid-year exams. The papers have been quite do-able so far, but the dreaded geography elect looms! I don’t know why I bother memorising that bitch’s notes, or bother taking her exam, she’s just going to fail me anyway, as always. 9/25, 8/25, 13/25, same old same old. Maybe I should try a different tactic – write something bad about China. Praise Singapore more, yes.
My chemistry tuition teacher said, “You will definitely not do well for your mid-year exams. It’s every school’s POLICY to destroy you during mid-years, so you’ll be encouraged to study harder later.” Then WHY am I taking the exams when all the teachers have already established the fact that we’re going to fail, why why why. I understand if the papers are made to be more challenging, but to guarantee fails? Fuck man.
Yeah well, the more you fail me in Physics, the more I feel like pooping in my pants whenever I see a Physics textbook. I became angry at it a long time ago, and have tried to work harder at it a long time ago too, but for some inexplicable reason the phrase, “If you study harder, you will get better grades” isn’t working. Argh I hate Physics I hate Physics I hate Physics, I just really don’t care why the pendulum swings back or why narrowing a the bore of the thermometer increases its sensitivity. I just really. don’t. care. I really feel like killing someone right now.
Anyway, sorry to those who were disgusted by my mucus-filled snorts throughout the exams, can’t help it if my body needs to expel body fluids.