Thursday was the last day of school for me. I was kinda sleepy (as usual) during the first few lessons. My teacher wanted to show us one of his videos, but it could not work. Dang. So the lesson continues about congruence and stuff like that. So everything goes, till the end, where our class had to re-arrange our classrooms for some O-level examination. I was slacking outside, watching HK get OWNED! Well he owned himself la.

He was unhappy about something, and we were playing a fool, putting his bag into the waste-paper-basket. Of course, it was too small, so we just left it there. He got really pissed, took his bag, threw some other guy's bag on the floor so he could have space to put his bag. The funny part is, that guy was also outside the classroom, and when he saw that, he used one finger and just tapped HK's bag, and the whole thing went crashing down. We were all laughing. He got so pissed he whacked his hand on the metal railing. Best part is, there was no sound. Normally when you are pissed, you will like kick the wall or something, and theres bound to be some sound right? For him, it was a slight vibration. I was laughing inside and like WAHHAHAHA PAWNT!

We went back to our class and some of the senior prefects went to give us some cards to write a card to our teachers. I was lazy. I just wrote 3 identical cards and handed them up. My friend was holding this bag of toy soldiers. Well, I asked him how he got it, and he said that it was meant for some project that was due some time ago. We took out some of the soldiers and ripped them apart. Just twisted, pulled, their hands or guns out. It was really fun. We took the broken body parts and threw them into the fan.

As usual, everyone scrambled to their seats when our form teachers were spotted. He gave out the report cards, and (-----------whatever-------------).

Wasted.

I love playing the guitar. It sounds peaceful and very refine. Well, I am not that good in playing it. I only know a few notes. G, Em, Am, C and...well, I only know 4 chords. You may start laughing. During one of the music lessons, I got a guitar that was totally outta tune. All the notes were off. When I strung it, it sounded terrible. I asked the instructors to help me with the tuning.

Theres this prefect in my class, who thinks that he is really good in playing the guitar. He took up the challenge of tuning my guitar. Well I swapped with his guitar and I could see that he was having some difficulty in playing it. I did not really care. I dislike like 80% of his personality. He is a show-off, wears ankles when he is a prefect. Sucks-up to the seniors and got the 'Best Cadet' thing in his NCC. He does not deserve it. Just cause his mom is the Vice-Principal of the school, does NOT give him the right to behave in such a way.

I feel good today. I took a bus all the way to Bugis from my school and took a train back to Pasir Ris. I, as usual, took out my Reader's Digest book and started reading. Reading does make it seem as if the journey is short. In no time, the train entered a second tunnel on the way to Bedok. I can't wait for the second issue. I want it. To read and read. I'm not a book-worm, I just use it to kill time. I don't read at home. I game.

I had this CIP thing last Saturday. We were supposed to sell flags by walking around till 3pm. The thing started at 9am. I was quite pumped up for this. But, when I actually asked people to buy the flags, they either ignored or said "No thanks". I don't blame them for not donating. It's how they react. Eventually, after 3hours, I decided to have lunch at Newton Circle Food Centre with my friends. We ate Mee Sua with Sliced Fish. Great stuff there. After the meal, I did not have any mood to collect anymore flags. There were just too little people that donate. It was a hot day, and I just gave up. I went to play LAN with my squash mates and I thought that first-hand experience sucked. It is definately the first and last time I'm stepping into a LAN shop. I played CS, and wtf, -I'm not gonna criticise-

I feel happy.

"Okay all the Sec1s change into your running shoes..."

This is what my whole team faced last year when we were Sec1. We will all groan and moan, hoping that the coach will not ask us to sprint a round. Its quite simple to tell really. Anything between joggin 2 - 4 rounds around the track, will mean sprinting one round after the jog. My heart sinks when I hear the coach say

"Alright run one round below 1min 45secs and you don't have to run again."

I will get nervous, as I have a very mild case of asthma...I think. It does not strike very often though, but if I overwork myself, I'll feel the breathlessness. It really sucks. At the last 200m, I will chiong till I'm outta gas, and just use my remaining energy to get to the finish line. Once, the coach asked us to run below 1min 30secs. I was like WTFOMFG WHHAAAA? Luckly, I made it JUST on the dot. Phew.

So after all that suffering, running at what not, when I see the Sec1s 'kena tekan', I feel good. Call me a sadistic person, but I don't care. When the coach said the run around the track thing, it was just music to my ears. I have no idea why. When he asked to Sec1s to quickly change into their running shoes, I suddenly feel very calm and happy.

And yesterday, we had this cross-country thing, and it was at Turf City. Quite memorable I would say. It was raining before the race, so naturally everything got muddy. I did not like the course. First it was muddy, as in sticky mud that threatens your shoes to get stuck, then, there were HUGE puddles of rainwater mixed with sand and mud which were shoe-deep, and the random horse poo.

I was fortunate that my shoes did not get stuck. I felt the stickiness, but phew. Then at those giant pools of orange water. You had to choose, jump over the water, or walk into sticky mud. Sometimes it makes it hard to choose. Cause the mud is slippery, and could make you fall into the puddle, and you could try jumping OVER the water, but if you miss solid ground by an inch, you know the consequence(s). After the race, my shoes, socks, legs, shirt was dirty. It's kinda obvious, but I had to wash my leg about 3times to get it real spanking clean. It felt soothing. I looked stupid when I was on the way home. I took Ian's parent's car to Tampines, and from there, took a bus home. My attire was a little unusual. Uniform (torso) + PE shorts. I looked pretty weird.

My Internet download speed is balancing at 117kb/Sec. Quite reasonable. Argh my body is aching. Just went down for private coaching. My legs, body and hands are like yea, aching. Worst still, I have to wake up early tomorrow to do CIP. And, I have to play squash tomorrow, cause I want to.

62%!!

Whoopy, the thing is back. I was reluctant to blog the past few days, cause everytime when I get onto this page, I will have the -Errors on page- thing. It really puts me off, and well, makes my I-feel-like-blogging attitude just go off. So I will go somewhere else.

Anyway, exams are over. I am more or less relaxed. Not really happy. I mean, my Maths results were a let down. Just two more freakin' marks (no I did not get 48). I have been gaming at home for quite long, and I just realised that my standered of squash has been going down. Down like, REALLY DOWN. I can't place my shots properly cause I am not decisive. Hopefully I am able to train up my skills so that I can reclaim my number one seed positioning, and put up a good fight in the upcoming Malaysia tournament. I can if I want to, I've seen me do it before.

My class won the Inter-Class Touch Rugby championship. To be frank, I did not contribute at all. I just touched the rugby ball once or twice and let the fast people do the work. I am more of a 'stoner'. Like stand there look around, have people coming near me, look alert. I would like to emphasize on the word 'look'. I was not paying much attention. Yes, we won (two years in a role xD), and I was contented. Cause I was going to get a free medal!

Then, disaster struck. I found out that my bag was missing. No I did NOT break down into tears and hug the teacher's leg. I was worried but not the on the verge of crying type. Anyway, I put my bag on one of the benches with a few of my classmate's bags. Don't blame me for being irresponsible, cause there was supposed to be a 'bag guarder'. You know, those that make sure no one steals stuff from your bag. It's a pity he did not catch the person who took my bag. I'd question him why this and that, and if I don't like his face, just err be violent. I went to the staffroom with my teacher. I have never been inside before, so I was quite happy. Seeing all the messy tables and their jackets. I went to the 'Lost&Found' area but found nothing.

My teacher then asked me to search the canteen. It seemed promising. When I went down, my teamates said that John-Paul (friend), had found my bag. I was like 'Whoopy! Or is he TRYING to find my bag?' Well, he came back and said he found it near the canteen dustbin. I was afraid that he would steal my handphone, wallet and various items. Too my astonishment, nothing was lost. Except a few coins and stuff. I went to grab myself an ice-cream and went off with my friend. Fantastic.

Et tu brute?

I think I just overworked my brain just now. I was totally stressed out and I could not remember anything. I can't believe what happened today. I asked my Bio teacher if all the Sec1 topics are tested, and he said yes. The strange part is, the exam timetable only stated that 'Nutrition' (sec 1 topic) is tested. It's a good thing that I kept my Sec 1 notes which gave me a normal mark. If not, I'd let Bio go. I'm torn between studying for Maths which is the first paper, or Bio, which requires a lot of time. I'm quite okay with Maths I think. I hope at least.

Whatta short post.