October 31, 2008
6:48 PM
No jaywalking
Going for a practical just to get graded, even though you know you're gonna fail horribly anyway.. and four what reason? =_________=Waited in line for an hour just to get a haircut. Girls spend forever on their haircut. In the end they look the same anyway.
October 28, 2008
11:47 PM
fail
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12:52 AM
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October 20, 2008
1:31 AM
Parallels ||
Taking exams can be more or less compared to anything. Like playing bball, or dota, or [insert mmo here]. Being able to understand the content is one thing. Actually knowing HOW to do it is another thing. For example, you know that balls travel in a parabolic trajectory. Being able to apply that knowledge and throwing ball into the basket is something else. Or lets say in dota.. you know a hero's skills and all, but if thats all, you won't be able to fully utilise the skills without trying them out first in combat. And so.. for taking exams, you might know what the cosine rule or sine rule is, but applying them in an actual exam question is totally different. Thats when experience comes in. ;D In the form of practice papers.Therefore, I've gotten the theory part. Nows just to work on the experience part and I'm set. =) Haven't been exactly revising a lot. Not a little even, in fact. But starting this week, all out rush!!
October 17, 2008
10:25 PM
Stripper Fail
"Thats what I call a wardrobe malfunction. lmao"
7:26 PM
Wad...the heck...
Looks like my account on freewebs disappeared. Which contained my blog layout. sobsob..October 16, 2008
1:04 AM
Portal is win
Still Alive - Extended Version=====================
This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate
my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying
over every mistake.
You just keep on trying
till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are
still alive.
Oh, in that last chamber,
That fiery burning pit of doom,
Some delicious cake
was waiting for you.
But did you believe me?
I'm just a machine,
I never lie.
Now the party cannot start.
My cake has gone down the drain.
And so now you're running
through the sewers and pipe.
Whats the point escaping?
You just aren't my type.
I will kill you till you die.
It is time to say goodbye.
To the people who are
still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data
make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned.
For the people who are
still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else
to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa...
THAT WAS A JOKE, HA HA, FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
look at me still talking
when theres science to do.
when I look out there,
it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are
still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive
While your dying ill be still alive.
And when you're dead i will be still alive.
Still alive.
Still alive.
October 15, 2008
8:47 PM
Noobs
A world without retards would be a much better place.
October 12, 2008
11:13 PM
Portastic
Owww... prolonged playing of Portal gives me a headache. Oww...October 10, 2008
9:40 PM
Thanks for the Memories
Though I don't think I'll be missing the EE/TOK/IA/IOC/Common Test/Prelims, I do have a feeling I'll miss the awesome company I've had over the past 2 years. I didn't think the day would come when I'd be saying this, but.. I'll miss school life.And of course, some things are best kept short. So... THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES, GUYS!! I'LL MISS YOU ALL!!
October 9, 2008
4:28 PM
Extra Words
Moral of my art story: There is a limit to procrastination.There is a storm brewing...
Happy birthday moriji-man!
October 8, 2008
1:12 AM
4 subjects to go
Art has been the biggest hurdle in my life ever. These few weeks have been pretty hellish. Worse than any IAs or parfolios that I've stayed up all the way for. But now its completed. All that I had planned to do, even though it was nearly an impossible feat, I completed it. Having only done 2 pieces in 1.5 years, who could have imagined I could complete 15 more pieces in the remaining 4 months. Thats a 3375% increase in output. Was that ownage, or was that ownage? xDAlthough art wasn't exactly as I imagined when I first chose to take it in year 5, I did manage to take back some good stuff. The one first and foremost.. most important, to me, would be awareness of pencil drawing skills. Now I can go work as a hentai manga artist, whahahaaa!! Nah, just joking. But seriously. After all these years(thats quite a number of years too) of aspiring to draw well yet failing to miserably most of the time, knowing that at least I have the potential gives me some hope. Whether I choose to work more on it, maybe do it as a hobby.. thats another story. =)
The other stuff would be.. just.. thinking on stuff. Since the school's art program requires you to work your art around a central theme, you normally end up contemplating quite a bit on it. Mine being 'generation gap', most of the time I was thinking on like.. what brought us together and what splits us apart. Not just inter-generationally, but also intra, even in communities such as our year 6 student body. Basically, it was just good pondering over the various issues around us.
Finally, the conveying of ideas into reality. Sure, it might seem all good up in your head, but when you try to take it to real life, things don't always turn out like they were meant to be. Looking back at my first ever piece, the presentation was outright crap. Even the stuff after that was crap as well. It was only after some time that the ideas started to take form nicely, to the extent that I could say I am proud of my later pieces. In fact, I could compare this to some architectural workshop I went for a year before. I would say that theres a high chance for application of this later on in life. Sort of like.. turning your dreams into reality?
(If none of that made sense the first time, it probably won't. For you reader, that is. Reflections are always good to be written down to make sure it leaves the proper impression on yourself.)
October 7, 2008
12:25 AM
s p a c e o u t
Today could qualify as my most spaced-out day ever. Final/last-minute preparations for the final art interview was done over the last few weeks. Very notable choingings happened all in the space of last week.Preparing the Candidate Research Booklet (CRB) all in 1 day [plus studio work].. was in school from around 8am - 10pm, but somehow in the end I got it completed.
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Preparation for the exhibition on friday wasn't as rushed, but it was still really draining. Even after setting everything up from the morning, we had stay through the whole exhibition, which ran till 8. Went out for supper, reached home at around 10+. I wanted to start work on another piece straight away, but Mr. Sleepy got the better of me. (Note that me being sleepy is quite a serious thing, considering the times I sleep at..)
//
So, that left saturday and sunday to complete whatever I had left to do. Saturday saw me waking up in the afternoon as usual, stoning around a heck lot, then getting to work on the pieces straight after dinner. Worked all the way to 4.30am, completing 2 pieces of work. Pencil drawings. Theoretically that would equate to around 4 hours a piece, but I had a feeling I was stoning around a bit here and there(again), so it might be around 2.5-3 hours each. Either way, they turned out really well. Proud of them. =) That left me 3 pieces left to do.
//
Woke up on Sunday at 1.30pm. Stoned around. Left the house at 3.30pm to get some supplies for my piece. Ended up walking around a bit, because the hardware store that was meant to be there WASN'T there. Luckily/Coincidentally, the shop relocated across the street, and it was pure luck/fate that noticed the shop's name on the signboard, or else I'd have wasted another hour looking for another shop.
Went home after that, got my stuff, headed out the house again to school. I was planning to complete 2 pieces on that day, while either leaving the last piece out or rushing it out the next day(though it felt near impossible). Somehow, one of my pieces ended up triplifying, so instead of 1 cardboard man, I now had to make 3. (They not as easy to make as it sounds) Time whizzed on.. 6pm.. 7pm.. 8pm.. 9pm. Went up to the gallery from the art room to continue working. (The school is freaking dark without the lights on)
I had originally planned on getting the work done by 10pm. 11pm at latest. But at that rate, it couldn't be done. At 11pm I was kind of panicking. All that was on my mind was just going home. Sounds illogical, but that was my state of mind at that time. Twisted from all that stress. After finishing the paintjob on my cardboard army, I had to find a way of getting them to stand. That took more time off the clock. And I had to repair one of my pieces that was literally falling apart. Everything was FINALLY done at 1am. No more, no less. Getting that cab and heading home was really a relieving moment for me. Thinking back, I can still remember it. But thats probably because it was just 1 day ago. But I digress.
Ok, so not EVERYTHING was done. Note that the 1 more piece I had wanted to do still wasn't complete yet. DOOMDOOOMDOOM. So I got home at around 1.30am, with my parents worrying as heck(sorry guys!). My dad was nice enough to go buy me some dinner. I went on to complete that piece-that-I-wanted-to-complete-by-today-but-didn't-get-to-do-so, finishing at around 4am. Although I'm not entirely sure, I had a feeling that the reason my dad stayed all the way up till 3am 'watching tv' was to keep me company. Warm feeling ftw.
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Art interview day
------------------
I shall
Woke up at normal school-day time
Took all my art stuff with me to school
Set up stuff till 8
Went home, reached home at 8.30
Slept from 8.30-10.30
Completed final piece from 10.30 to 12.10
Took cab to school
Printed out final piece
Waited outside the art gallery for impending doom
Time came, had interview, was really awesome, opposite of above said doom
Hanged around in school for a bit to clean up art room space
Went home satisfied
October 4, 2008
11:49 PM
Still Alive
...And theres no sense crying over every mistakeYou just keep on trying till you run out of cake..
9:59 PM
GoodbyeWorld.exe
--------------Expected----AttainedEnglish----------5------------5
Chem----------4 or 5---------3
Maths---------5 or 6---------4
BnM-------------6-----------4
Art--------------5------------4
Chinese----------7------------7
Total----------32 to 34-------27
And there goes the world..
October 3, 2008
10:37 PM
Victim
What the shitty marks for prelims. Theres nothing worse that could happen after studying like hell than getting shitty marks. Expecting at the least a 5+ for maths, and what do I get.. a JUST PASS 4?? Chem with a shitty fail.. I couldn't even be bothered looking at the paper anymore after seeing the big fat bunch of fucking zeros here and there. And BnM. I just can't say anything more.Is this the work of someone who just hates me, or that a higher power has some form of vendetta against me?