I don't like cars. I can't tell a Mercedes from a BMW, nor a Jaguar from a Lamborghini. To me, boasting about how fast your car can go is the same as boasting about how rich your parents are. Doesn't reflect anything and it doesn't impress me.
Doesn't make sense? Well this is talk cock summit. Get used to it noob!
Much as I don't like cars, I still have this male ego in me. Which means I like one-upmanship or at least, the feeling of being equal. I can't stand not having something everyone else has. Unless that thing is something which I think I don't want - which okay, doesn't make me very much of a one-upmanship sorta person.
But the driving licence is an exception. So when others have it I must have it too.
Recently I've started taking lessons - and in fact I've just finished one of those mind-numbing sessions where my instructor forces me to go round and round and round because my engine keeps fucking stalling one way or another. Either that or it bumps along.
I think I listen to too much of gold 90. I can't hear whatever he's saying anymore. But at this rate I'm never going to take my test.
Presenting to you the culprit: THE CLUTCH.
Of course you could say "dumb fuck, sign up for auto" but this male ego thing is really too overwhelming. At the expense of sounding like a chauvinist let's just say if the FEMALES (this ought to add to the chauvinist factor) can do MANUAL, I'd better be able to do it too.
Plus, everyone around me is taking manual. So why should I succumb to auto? This introduced me to the world of engine stalling. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so impressionable, but that's besides the point.
The point now is that most cars in Singapore are using auto. So far all my friends that pass their driving tests are using auto cars. Hence fucking manual is outdated. Which brings up to another new point - who invented the clutch?
It only makes sense that technology progresses forward, not backward. And if you were to represent the auto and manual cars mathematically:
Manual car = Clutch + Accelerator + Brake
Auto car = Accelerator + Brake
Hence, auto car is simpler and should be invented first. So who the fuck was the kanchiong spider that invented the manual first and caused the world so much trouble? By the fact the manual car was invented first, there are so many of them around and it's hard to get rid of a few millions of cars so I have to learn the manual way.
The auto car, on the other hand, is elegant and is now taking over the world. Its driving should not be unlike those in an arcade, with only two pedals. Sounds like my kind of stuff.
Fuck, if Daytona had a clutch pedal when you played manual, I guarantee you no one would be playing their silly racing games. And by the way, I always use auto to play Daytona. That gives you an impression of what a lazy bum I am.
So that aside, whoever invented cars must have been a very weird person. How can you possibly invent something one step ahead of a future invention? It's like inventing the handphone before the telephone - because by a simple mathematical equation:
Telephone: Communication ability
Handphone: Communication ability + Portability
Whoever invented the car jumped the queue, and now millions of people are paying the price for it when they take their manual lessons.
Okay fine I just suck at driving. Doggone it!
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Sunday, September 06, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
CHEER YOU UP!
I have a very important question. Does the following cheer you up?
Just want to know whether it's me who has a perception problem or Giordano designers with their CHEER YOU UP campaign. I don't feel cheered up by the shirt, it looks like a dead guy with a smile.
The only customers I can think of are necrophilics, who hopefully aren't in abundance in Singapore. The whole idea of cheering up the living with the dead seems to have originated from Korea, where MC Yoo and Jang Dong Gun are endorsing the idea. But i seem to be the odd one out who doesn't like the shirt, because when i google "cheer you up giordano" all that comes out are the marketing campaigns, desperate angmohs looking for the shirts and even offering to buy second hand ones cos the shirt's mostly meant for asia, and other random people exhorting about how cute the shirt is. I scrolled through 5 pages of 10 results and there's not a single criticism of the shirt. Fucking incredible. And I stopped looking after 5 pages because I give up on you, world.
It creeps me out but because Giordano is all over Singapore, and occasionally people buy it, I'm forced to see this shit. Frankly, all this shows is that Giordano has a very good marketing department in that they can sell a t-shirt with a lousy design that doesn't make sense for a decent price, which is more than we can say for a lot of talented designers. So seeing how giordano has pimped their shirts, we at talkcocksummit are more than inspired to make our own and cheer you up. Stay tuned.
Just want to know whether it's me who has a perception problem or Giordano designers with their CHEER YOU UP campaign. I don't feel cheered up by the shirt, it looks like a dead guy with a smile.
The only customers I can think of are necrophilics, who hopefully aren't in abundance in Singapore. The whole idea of cheering up the living with the dead seems to have originated from Korea, where MC Yoo and Jang Dong Gun are endorsing the idea. But i seem to be the odd one out who doesn't like the shirt, because when i google "cheer you up giordano" all that comes out are the marketing campaigns, desperate angmohs looking for the shirts and even offering to buy second hand ones cos the shirt's mostly meant for asia, and other random people exhorting about how cute the shirt is. I scrolled through 5 pages of 10 results and there's not a single criticism of the shirt. Fucking incredible. And I stopped looking after 5 pages because I give up on you, world.
It creeps me out but because Giordano is all over Singapore, and occasionally people buy it, I'm forced to see this shit. Frankly, all this shows is that Giordano has a very good marketing department in that they can sell a t-shirt with a lousy design that doesn't make sense for a decent price, which is more than we can say for a lot of talented designers. So seeing how giordano has pimped their shirts, we at talkcocksummit are more than inspired to make our own and cheer you up. Stay tuned.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Idiots on the bus
I figured since I take the bus more often than I do on the train, I will blog about the bus.
There are basically three types of idiots on the bus..
1) The bus driver
Personally, I don't have much experience with this brand of idiots because they are the sort that completely ignores you. Like how you can run after the bus and flag it but the bastard just drives on. Your angst is kept strictly to the bus stop and you are late thanks to this sort of idiots. But you can't do anything about it. These idiots are best left alone, because you can't do anything anyway. Just hope that he crashes into a traffic light or something. Cursing is highly recommended as the only solution.
2) The stinkers
As the name suggests, they stink like hell and what are they doing on the bus? Stinking it. I admit I am guilty of this once in a while, but then again I never said I wasn't an idiot.
3) The loudhailers
Yet again you can 顾名思义, guess the meaning from the name. Given my mellow and reflective nature, all I ask of sitting on a bus is some peace and quiet so I can do a reflection of my fun and fulfilling life. Suddenly, some punk behind me goes rattling about nether regions in violent dialects - and oops it turns out he's talking about his parents.
Before you can reflect on how shitty youths are nowadays (except me, of course) - they start blabbering about that "knn teacher" and all that. You can't imagine how it's like, unless you've experienced it. Okay that's pretty obvious but ya, loudhailers should be shut up. The cure to this is simple: mp3 or iPod. Then just blast techno or any other shit, it might beat hearing Ah Beng raps from the back. Or if you do want to hear them, at least hear the professional one from the movie "15". I've got them in my mp3.
AND BONUS. The silent retard!
I guess I never really thought about this as this kind of idiots don't bug me much. So I guess you have 3 and a half types of idiots on the bus - same as the number of inches there are on a floppy disk (now virtually - no pun intended - extinct).
These idiots are just idiots by nature, going around doing stupid things, perhaps vandalising buses or reading children's books when they are teenagers and stuff. Disclaimer: I might read Enid Blyton but I'm studying her Literature so I'm excused. Yup and these people don't bother you but they might be classified as idiots anyway and uh so there.
Next time you hop on a bus, look around you more carefully. Perhaps you'll make the same observations as I do. Unless you're one of the idiots yourself. Idiots can't admit they make mistakes.
There are basically three types of idiots on the bus..
1) The bus driver
Personally, I don't have much experience with this brand of idiots because they are the sort that completely ignores you. Like how you can run after the bus and flag it but the bastard just drives on. Your angst is kept strictly to the bus stop and you are late thanks to this sort of idiots. But you can't do anything about it. These idiots are best left alone, because you can't do anything anyway. Just hope that he crashes into a traffic light or something. Cursing is highly recommended as the only solution.
2) The stinkers
As the name suggests, they stink like hell and what are they doing on the bus? Stinking it. I admit I am guilty of this once in a while, but then again I never said I wasn't an idiot.
3) The loudhailers
Yet again you can 顾名思义, guess the meaning from the name. Given my mellow and reflective nature, all I ask of sitting on a bus is some peace and quiet so I can do a reflection of my fun and fulfilling life. Suddenly, some punk behind me goes rattling about nether regions in violent dialects - and oops it turns out he's talking about his parents.
Before you can reflect on how shitty youths are nowadays (except me, of course) - they start blabbering about that "knn teacher" and all that. You can't imagine how it's like, unless you've experienced it. Okay that's pretty obvious but ya, loudhailers should be shut up. The cure to this is simple: mp3 or iPod. Then just blast techno or any other shit, it might beat hearing Ah Beng raps from the back. Or if you do want to hear them, at least hear the professional one from the movie "15". I've got them in my mp3.
AND BONUS. The silent retard!
I guess I never really thought about this as this kind of idiots don't bug me much. So I guess you have 3 and a half types of idiots on the bus - same as the number of inches there are on a floppy disk (now virtually - no pun intended - extinct).
These idiots are just idiots by nature, going around doing stupid things, perhaps vandalising buses or reading children's books when they are teenagers and stuff. Disclaimer: I might read Enid Blyton but I'm studying her Literature so I'm excused. Yup and these people don't bother you but they might be classified as idiots anyway and uh so there.
Next time you hop on a bus, look around you more carefully. Perhaps you'll make the same observations as I do. Unless you're one of the idiots yourself. Idiots can't admit they make mistakes.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Idiots on the Train
Right after the movie Snakes On A Plane comes Idiots On The Train. The variety of idiots on the train is simply mind-boggling. The bad thing about this is, well, they're idiots. That's not exactly my problem. But being idiots, they do some things that annoy me, and perhaps that's the bad thing. The good thing is that it gives me inspiration for this post, and gives me something to do on boring train rides. Like a naturalist studying animals under the microscope, i meticulously note everything down. And then i categorise them.
Rocker
This person is a rather mild form of idiot because it is quite amusing to watch him. With headphones or earphones on, this person would start rocking along with the music to the amusement of all the other passengers. Maybe he just likes the attention his idiocy brings. Or maybe he's really 'in da zone' if you get what i mean. Too engrossed by the music to care about what other people think. In other words, music is his life and soul, and that gives him the rebel attitude to heck all the other people. Rebel. Actually, I don't find anything wrong with that. But he's like, wasting energy. Energy costs a hell lot of money these days. This energy can be used for other purposes such as producing light instead, and if all the rockers did that, then the world wouldn't have an energy crisis.
The music player
There are 2 varieties of this type of people. One uses earphones and blast it so loud that everyone around can hear the song. I assume the person is deaf or something. Or the ears are fake. But this type doesn't seem so bad. At least they try to keep it private. It's not their fault their ears don't work well.
The other type are worse. They play the music on their handphones out loud, as if trying to prove to the world they have a phone with that capability. Bloody show-offs
The hairy monster
If your legs are like those below, then...
wear long pants for god's sake. Or don't sit down. Or if you do, then don't spread your legs wide and act as if everyone likes the touch of leg hair on skin. Because it's fucking irritating. My wish is to bring along a lighter on the train and set your whole freaking forest on fire just like the indons are doing to theirs. We would have haze but i don't care.
The pole dancer
Now imagine yourself on a crowded train. You're looking for the metal beam to hold on to in case someone jumps onto the mrt tracks again and the train brakes suddenly. The vertical metal is right in front of you. Unfortunately, the pole dancer is leaning on the beam, such that you can't hold on without him leaning on your hand, which he eerily doesn't seem to mind. You might think pole dancers usually have ultra sexy and svelte bodies, but this one certainly doesn't. You can see the fats on his back squeezing against the pole, and yucks, i'd rather fall down than get a handful of animal fat.
The blocker
This person has no sense of space. He thinks he deserves lots of it even though he paid the same fares. Acts blur when the announcement for people to move to the centre of the train comes. Nothing funny to say about them because they're just idiots
The high-metabolic rate type
Ah this is the interesting one. At first glance, you wouldn't be able to spot him. But look again. There, there's that movement. May be the twitch of the lips, or the hands that cannot stop touching himself, but there's no end to his movement. I've seen one who can't stop twitching his mouth. Seems irritating at first, but after a while it's amusing. After all, the idiot probably has no idea how weird he looks in front of other people with all those funny actions. Therefore i conclude he probably has a high metabolic rate and has to keep moving. Look out for these people. They're everywhere if you look close enough.
So that's the end of the idiots on the train, hope you had a nice ride.
Rocker
This person is a rather mild form of idiot because it is quite amusing to watch him. With headphones or earphones on, this person would start rocking along with the music to the amusement of all the other passengers. Maybe he just likes the attention his idiocy brings. Or maybe he's really 'in da zone' if you get what i mean. Too engrossed by the music to care about what other people think. In other words, music is his life and soul, and that gives him the rebel attitude to heck all the other people. Rebel. Actually, I don't find anything wrong with that. But he's like, wasting energy. Energy costs a hell lot of money these days. This energy can be used for other purposes such as producing light instead, and if all the rockers did that, then the world wouldn't have an energy crisis.
The music player
There are 2 varieties of this type of people. One uses earphones and blast it so loud that everyone around can hear the song. I assume the person is deaf or something. Or the ears are fake. But this type doesn't seem so bad. At least they try to keep it private. It's not their fault their ears don't work well.
The other type are worse. They play the music on their handphones out loud, as if trying to prove to the world they have a phone with that capability. Bloody show-offs
The hairy monster
If your legs are like those below, then...
wear long pants for god's sake. Or don't sit down. Or if you do, then don't spread your legs wide and act as if everyone likes the touch of leg hair on skin. Because it's fucking irritating. My wish is to bring along a lighter on the train and set your whole freaking forest on fire just like the indons are doing to theirs. We would have haze but i don't care.
The pole dancer
Now imagine yourself on a crowded train. You're looking for the metal beam to hold on to in case someone jumps onto the mrt tracks again and the train brakes suddenly. The vertical metal is right in front of you. Unfortunately, the pole dancer is leaning on the beam, such that you can't hold on without him leaning on your hand, which he eerily doesn't seem to mind. You might think pole dancers usually have ultra sexy and svelte bodies, but this one certainly doesn't. You can see the fats on his back squeezing against the pole, and yucks, i'd rather fall down than get a handful of animal fat.
The blocker
This person has no sense of space. He thinks he deserves lots of it even though he paid the same fares. Acts blur when the announcement for people to move to the centre of the train comes. Nothing funny to say about them because they're just idiots
The high-metabolic rate type
Ah this is the interesting one. At first glance, you wouldn't be able to spot him. But look again. There, there's that movement. May be the twitch of the lips, or the hands that cannot stop touching himself, but there's no end to his movement. I've seen one who can't stop twitching his mouth. Seems irritating at first, but after a while it's amusing. After all, the idiot probably has no idea how weird he looks in front of other people with all those funny actions. Therefore i conclude he probably has a high metabolic rate and has to keep moving. Look out for these people. They're everywhere if you look close enough.
So that's the end of the idiots on the train, hope you had a nice ride.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Don't wanna donate
This is a short guide on how to tell people that you don't want to donate.
Note that a while back I talked about New Age Robbers, the sort that bugs you to donate. Now they infiltrate S11 such that you can't even eat in peace. Since WE want to eat in peace, we should not give to others what we do not want others to do to us. (己所不欲，勿施于人 - the Chinese say）
(Shit, my Chinese teacher would be so darn proud of me.)
Thus, instead of designing very direct-insult IN YOUR FACE t-shirt designs (like in the past), I've come up with a more peaceful solution this time. All in the name of peace.
This is what you do.
Hi. I'm (so-and-so) from (so-and-so) charity, would you like to donate?
Yes I would.
(slight pause)
..but a pity, I don't think I've enough money with me at the moment.
Your $10 can go a long way..
I could cab from Bishan to around Bedok, yes.
I have a licence, there can you see it?
Yes of course I can, but that doesn't make me any richer.
(If the guy's a persistent bugger, then perhaps you can apply a bit of aggression. Not too much, mind - just enough to stir him up a bit and hopefully make him go away.)
Won't you just donate $2, if you don't have $10? Each of you and your friends just chip in $2, together you can buy one ticket, $10 just nice. It's for charity.. etc. (obscure name comes up)
I'm not going to put $1 commission in your pocket. You're bloody getting 10% commission, do you think I don't know?
Of course that would make you sound and look like a bastard..
But hey wait, who said you are obliged to donate in the first place? They are appealing to your conscience that you should be a good citizen and donate, but the truth is sometimes these youths pocket some commission, the charity organisation pockets some money to cover losses, and only a tiny bit of that $10 goes to the poor people they claim they are helping.
Heck, I'd rather go give the money to them direct.
I'm not saying that donating to charity organisations is bad, but respectable charity organisations won't bug you when you're having a meal. So there.
Thus don't worry - you won't be a bastard by refusing those New Age Robbers your extra cash. They're playing mind games with you, you are a good guy if I say so. Next time you don't want to donate, stand your ground, then sit down and continue eating your food.
But of course, while settling everything peacefully =) even if you don't donate there's no need to start a fight. Unless they do so, but that's another story I shall reserve for another time.
Note that a while back I talked about New Age Robbers, the sort that bugs you to donate. Now they infiltrate S11 such that you can't even eat in peace. Since WE want to eat in peace, we should not give to others what we do not want others to do to us. (己所不欲，勿施于人 - the Chinese say）
(Shit, my Chinese teacher would be so darn proud of me.)
Thus, instead of designing very direct-insult IN YOUR FACE t-shirt designs (like in the past), I've come up with a more peaceful solution this time. All in the name of peace.
This is what you do.
Hi. I'm (so-and-so) from (so-and-so) charity, would you like to donate?
Yes I would.
(slight pause)
..but a pity, I don't think I've enough money with me at the moment.
Your $10 can go a long way..
I could cab from Bishan to around Bedok, yes.
I have a licence, there can you see it?
Yes of course I can, but that doesn't make me any richer.
(If the guy's a persistent bugger, then perhaps you can apply a bit of aggression. Not too much, mind - just enough to stir him up a bit and hopefully make him go away.)
Won't you just donate $2, if you don't have $10? Each of you and your friends just chip in $2, together you can buy one ticket, $10 just nice. It's for charity.. etc. (obscure name comes up)
I'm not going to put $1 commission in your pocket. You're bloody getting 10% commission, do you think I don't know?
Of course that would make you sound and look like a bastard..
But hey wait, who said you are obliged to donate in the first place? They are appealing to your conscience that you should be a good citizen and donate, but the truth is sometimes these youths pocket some commission, the charity organisation pockets some money to cover losses, and only a tiny bit of that $10 goes to the poor people they claim they are helping.
Heck, I'd rather go give the money to them direct.
I'm not saying that donating to charity organisations is bad, but respectable charity organisations won't bug you when you're having a meal. So there.
Thus don't worry - you won't be a bastard by refusing those New Age Robbers your extra cash. They're playing mind games with you, you are a good guy if I say so. Next time you don't want to donate, stand your ground, then sit down and continue eating your food.
But of course, while settling everything peacefully =) even if you don't donate there's no need to start a fight. Unless they do so, but that's another story I shall reserve for another time.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
RAGE
ZOMG latest development in the plot:
People want to camp outside RJC to slap/kill/whatever the elitist!! Come Wednesday, I'd expect crowds of people at RJC school gates. Only I have one humble request - can you please camp after 7:50am because before that I'll be on a mad rush to make it just in time and having loads of people at the gates will make me have to dodge my way in and slow down my quest for punctuality!
I don't want a white slip thanks.
People want to camp outside RJC to slap/kill/whatever the elitist!! Come Wednesday, I'd expect crowds of people at RJC school gates. Only I have one humble request - can you please camp after 7:50am because before that I'll be on a mad rush to make it just in time and having loads of people at the gates will make me have to dodge my way in and slow down my quest for punctuality!
I don't want a white slip thanks.
What happens when you're too smart
Article Review.. to show what happens when you're too smart.
Now I'm not going to put the certain RJC girl's article here, for such elitist filthy shit is not worthy to be published on a blog meant for utter nonsense. If you need a reference of any sort, go to this link kindly provided by YL, I don't know why he can't find a better link without any adverts.
http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/display.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&msg=121090.1
Then as a student of RJC (shit now more people's gonna call it Raffles Junk Centre thanks to CERTAIN PEOPLE TSK), I am able to provide you with additional information! Yay! Like how the girl is actually a councillor with LOWEST CIP HOURS IN WHOLE COUNCIL! (bet you didn't know that haha)
And according to various sources, she's from Humanities class.
I feel that there are learning points to be taken away from this.
1) If you have elitist views, go write it on the walls on your house and stop blogging about it. Someone supposedly "smart" would have understood sedition and power of the masses. But did she? NO LOL. She chose to blog it and let the world rage at her. Needless to say, Lesson Number One says if you have elitist shit to say don't blog it.
2) Don't be an elitist. I suppose that's like duh. Because you can't be up there all the time. What happened after I got 97.7 percentile for Econs CT? I had the dubious honour of falling more than 30% into the abyss of an S grade for promos. As a result, I'm down for ****ing Econs remedial and that's because I was elite before. Just as Elite Four in Pokémon were beaten, you can't be up there all the time. Better to be a loser who wins at times. (Like me, though I don't win at all.)
3) Take Chemistry!! The subject is definitely going to bring you so down to earth man. Makes you think you're a dimwit, makes you feel like a useless piece of crap rotting in one corner. Now, has the girl ever been to Chemistry remedial? I doubt it. If she had she wouldn't be talking like that. She doesn't understand the concept of chiral centres, that being in the centre of attention will only cause you to have stereoisomers.
Stereoisomers, or different spatial arrangements of atoms with similar chemical formula (I think), denotes variety. Variety means confusion. Therefore having these isomers will cause your life to be in a mess. Life in a mess means your life is screwed. Which is what she is now. Perhaps she should have really considered taking Chemistry.
Long story cut short, I think she should stop bragging just because her papa's an MP or just because she's having fun taking Humanities. For one, taking Arts/Humans subjects grants you automatic promotion so it's no big deal that she's 18 and in J2. Next year I will be 18 and I will be in J2. So what is there to boast about?!
Dire consequences will follow suit. Reading her blog (now defunct), there is only one post just inviting comments. I last checked it two days ago and it has 112 comments. Now it has 279. Wow, is she now becoming more popular than TCS? These comments are highly interesting and a recommended read for everyone because it teaches you vulgarities from the lowest-class to uh, debates of the upper echelons. A real eye-opener for the world. Now someone's famous, huh?
Well, that's the consequence of being too smart.
At least I don't have 200 comments at the end of my post waiting to be read.
Perhaps those Ss and Us have been worth it after all. And oh by the way in latest news I got kicked out of Chemistry remedial. Much as I told the teacher I want to join because I DEFINITELY won't study if I don't go for remedial, he remained adamant that other people need more help.
Fine - I suppose he needs to learn it the hard way. I'll be back next year right after CTs.
Final reminder. Don't be too smart. If you've been a failure once, you wouldn't be down in the papers (for the wrong reasons) plus getting 200+ unpleasant comments on your blog. Frankly, I like my life with below-average grades better.
(Edit: Oh by the way she was GEP.. big surprise there ya. And turns out she took French. Bloody hell, such a disgrace to us Frenchies.)
Now I'm not going to put the certain RJC girl's article here, for such elitist filthy shit is not worthy to be published on a blog meant for utter nonsense. If you need a reference of any sort, go to this link kindly provided by YL, I don't know why he can't find a better link without any adverts.
http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/display.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&msg=121090.1
Then as a student of RJC (shit now more people's gonna call it Raffles Junk Centre thanks to CERTAIN PEOPLE TSK), I am able to provide you with additional information! Yay! Like how the girl is actually a councillor with LOWEST CIP HOURS IN WHOLE COUNCIL! (bet you didn't know that haha)
And according to various sources, she's from Humanities class.
I feel that there are learning points to be taken away from this.
1) If you have elitist views, go write it on the walls on your house and stop blogging about it. Someone supposedly "smart" would have understood sedition and power of the masses. But did she? NO LOL. She chose to blog it and let the world rage at her. Needless to say, Lesson Number One says if you have elitist shit to say don't blog it.
2) Don't be an elitist. I suppose that's like duh. Because you can't be up there all the time. What happened after I got 97.7 percentile for Econs CT? I had the dubious honour of falling more than 30% into the abyss of an S grade for promos. As a result, I'm down for ****ing Econs remedial and that's because I was elite before. Just as Elite Four in Pokémon were beaten, you can't be up there all the time. Better to be a loser who wins at times. (Like me, though I don't win at all.)
3) Take Chemistry!! The subject is definitely going to bring you so down to earth man. Makes you think you're a dimwit, makes you feel like a useless piece of crap rotting in one corner. Now, has the girl ever been to Chemistry remedial? I doubt it. If she had she wouldn't be talking like that. She doesn't understand the concept of chiral centres, that being in the centre of attention will only cause you to have stereoisomers.
Stereoisomers, or different spatial arrangements of atoms with similar chemical formula (I think), denotes variety. Variety means confusion. Therefore having these isomers will cause your life to be in a mess. Life in a mess means your life is screwed. Which is what she is now. Perhaps she should have really considered taking Chemistry.
Long story cut short, I think she should stop bragging just because her papa's an MP or just because she's having fun taking Humanities. For one, taking Arts/Humans subjects grants you automatic promotion so it's no big deal that she's 18 and in J2. Next year I will be 18 and I will be in J2. So what is there to boast about?!
Dire consequences will follow suit. Reading her blog (now defunct), there is only one post just inviting comments. I last checked it two days ago and it has 112 comments. Now it has 279. Wow, is she now becoming more popular than TCS? These comments are highly interesting and a recommended read for everyone because it teaches you vulgarities from the lowest-class to uh, debates of the upper echelons. A real eye-opener for the world. Now someone's famous, huh?
Well, that's the consequence of being too smart.
At least I don't have 200 comments at the end of my post waiting to be read.
Perhaps those Ss and Us have been worth it after all. And oh by the way in latest news I got kicked out of Chemistry remedial. Much as I told the teacher I want to join because I DEFINITELY won't study if I don't go for remedial, he remained adamant that other people need more help.
Fine - I suppose he needs to learn it the hard way. I'll be back next year right after CTs.
Final reminder. Don't be too smart. If you've been a failure once, you wouldn't be down in the papers (for the wrong reasons) plus getting 200+ unpleasant comments on your blog. Frankly, I like my life with below-average grades better.
(Edit: Oh by the way she was GEP.. big surprise there ya. And turns out she took French. Bloody hell, such a disgrace to us Frenchies.)
Sunday, October 22, 2006
a yellow line
i really get sick of all the announcements in the MRT stations. First, there's the one telling everyone to not eat in the stations and trains. Then, there's the one to tell everyone to report suspicious articles. And finally there's the one to tell everyone to stand behind the yellow line.
If someone is stupid enough to stand near the train when it comes into the station, then he probably wouldn't understand the announcement anyway. So it doesn't make a difference. Or he wants to die anyway. Likewise, the boring announcement wouldn't make a difference. maybe the guy would want to die even more, knowing that the world is so boring.
Still, there's something wrong with the announcement, cos it tells you to stand behind the yellow line. But the yellow line is simply what it is, a yellow line. which way is behind? maybe it's that enticing piece of grey cement that we're supposed to stand on?
If someone is stupid enough to stand near the train when it comes into the station, then he probably wouldn't understand the announcement anyway. So it doesn't make a difference. Or he wants to die anyway. Likewise, the boring announcement wouldn't make a difference. maybe the guy would want to die even more, knowing that the world is so boring.
Still, there's something wrong with the announcement, cos it tells you to stand behind the yellow line. But the yellow line is simply what it is, a yellow line. which way is behind? maybe it's that enticing piece of grey cement that we're supposed to stand on?
Monday, October 09, 2006
WTH?
This is the greatest irony of the school CCA system.
RJC only grants a certain CCA (let's say Cross Country) DSA students if they finish first. Well Cross Country Boys did finish first the previous year, so that's why we had some DSA J1s this year.
However, as Cross Country had to dismally finish FOURTH this year, we are not allowed DSA next year.
Now think about it. Isn't it stupid? Precisely because we finished fourth which is why we need the DSA to improve our performances.
Looks like RJC with all its ideas of elitism has done it again - DSA making the strong stronger and the weak being left to rot. That's seriously RJC tradition. Like how they treat those who got GPA 3.8 and above like God (or at least relative to other students) while faguts like me fall by the wayside.
No help then no help la!
I think next year my Cross Country chances of getting Top 20 as high of getting Chemistry Top 20.
Well, if I even make the team in the first place haha.
RJC only grants a certain CCA (let's say Cross Country) DSA students if they finish first. Well Cross Country Boys did finish first the previous year, so that's why we had some DSA J1s this year.
However, as Cross Country had to dismally finish FOURTH this year, we are not allowed DSA next year.
Now think about it. Isn't it stupid? Precisely because we finished fourth which is why we need the DSA to improve our performances.
Looks like RJC with all its ideas of elitism has done it again - DSA making the strong stronger and the weak being left to rot. That's seriously RJC tradition. Like how they treat those who got GPA 3.8 and above like God (or at least relative to other students) while faguts like me fall by the wayside.
No help then no help la!
I think next year my Cross Country chances of getting Top 20 as high of getting Chemistry Top 20.
Well, if I even make the team in the first place haha.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
haze again
One dark and hazy morning yh and i went for training. yes, despite the haze.
but when we got there, ck came and said," i came to tell you all not to train, cos of the haze"
But then, we each made a one hour journey from home and it would be a waste of time if we didn't.
luckily, sk solved our problem by telling us, " aiya yesterday night psi was 80 only la, still below 100, can train".
Furthermore, there were little kiddies already swimming around, not floating (means not dead yet). And here we were like cowards afraid to exercise? No way man.
So in we went, happily. And stayed there for quite some time.
Then came out and went to school. To find out that the psi was a freaking 130 that morning!!!
*cough cough* die la.
And i realised the newspapers haven't been giving many guidelines about how to deal with the haze. So i'll give you some pointers.
1. Don't laugh. im serious. When you laugh, you breathe in vast amounts of the polluted air, then all the dust particles get stuck in your throat, then you gag and choke and die X.X
2. Always breathe in through your nose. Your nose acts as a filter for all the dust particles. Be sure to clean your nose every 30 minutes, otherwise it will stopper up and you will be forced to breathe through your mouth which may result in the consequence of 1.
But then in reality you people should take in deeper breaths of the dust particles so that there'll be less of it for me to breathe in. So that's all for now.
Oh and miao came up with the revolutionary car-powered bicycle.
but when we got there, ck came and said," i came to tell you all not to train, cos of the haze"
But then, we each made a one hour journey from home and it would be a waste of time if we didn't.
luckily, sk solved our problem by telling us, " aiya yesterday night psi was 80 only la, still below 100, can train".
Furthermore, there were little kiddies already swimming around, not floating (means not dead yet). And here we were like cowards afraid to exercise? No way man.
So in we went, happily. And stayed there for quite some time.
Then came out and went to school. To find out that the psi was a freaking 130 that morning!!!
*cough cough* die la.
And i realised the newspapers haven't been giving many guidelines about how to deal with the haze. So i'll give you some pointers.
1. Don't laugh. im serious. When you laugh, you breathe in vast amounts of the polluted air, then all the dust particles get stuck in your throat, then you gag and choke and die X.X
2. Always breathe in through your nose. Your nose acts as a filter for all the dust particles. Be sure to clean your nose every 30 minutes, otherwise it will stopper up and you will be forced to breathe through your mouth which may result in the consequence of 1.
But then in reality you people should take in deeper breaths of the dust particles so that there'll be less of it for me to breathe in. So that's all for now.
Oh and miao came up with the revolutionary car-powered bicycle.
Dark Ages
There's something funny about Midautumn Festival being right in the middle of this haze. Because now the lanterns really come into use. You really need to use them to find your way around now.
Those indons burning forests need a conscience.
Those indons burning forests need a conscience.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Screw up newspapers and make a name for yourself!
It's ridiculous how boring sunday times can be. Take for example the fitness section where people email in photographs of their bodies and then describe how they achieve it. Which of course reinforces the perception of looks being all-important in our superficial and shallow society. Which of course should not be the case. But the worst thing is that it's so godamn boring. Almost everyone says
the same things. Sample below:
Diet: I try to avoid oily food. I only allow myself some on special occasions. I eat 10 boiled eggs a day. I take plenty of carbohydrates and buckets of protein drink. I keep my meals small, so i eat more often (way to waste your time, you vain idiot)
Exercise: I go to the gym x times a week (where x is equal or more than 3) i do bench press, and whatever other stuff they have in the gym. I also have dragon boating training x times a week (don't know why these people usually from dragon boating). Which means i like spend half my life exercising and the other half resting from the exercise.
Which brings me to my conclusion that these people have nothing better to do than to spend their lives obsessing over their bodies and making them buff.
The Challenge
The Challenge is to send in a picture of your buff body, hell, it doesn't even have to be your own body, there's so many pictures on the internet, and write your diet and exercise as such (or to similar effect)
Diet: Oh i don't have any restricitons on diet, in fact i eat oily food like KFC chickens and char kway tiao for every meal. I love fats. After every meal, i wash them down with soya sauce. yup, i drink it. And every night, i eat a tub of ice-cream.
Exercise: What exercise? Oh you mean watching television and studying. I do that all the time. No wonder i have such a buff body.
I wonder what'll everyone's reaction be. At least it's a break from what we see every sunday.
Another challenge is for thursday's urban part of the newspaper. If ever anyone of you ever get chosen for the 'hey, good-looking' section, be sure to be armed with this reply:
reporter: Do you think you are good-looking?
you: No way man, i think i look like frankenstein.
help make singapore newspapers more interesting.
the same things. Sample below:Diet: I try to avoid oily food. I only allow myself some on special occasions. I eat 10 boiled eggs a day. I take plenty of carbohydrates and buckets of protein drink. I keep my meals small, so i eat more often (way to waste your time, you vain idiot)
Exercise: I go to the gym x times a week (where x is equal or more than 3) i do bench press, and whatever other stuff they have in the gym. I also have dragon boating training x times a week (don't know why these people usually from dragon boating). Which means i like spend half my life exercising and the other half resting from the exercise.
Which brings me to my conclusion that these people have nothing better to do than to spend their lives obsessing over their bodies and making them buff.
The Challenge
The Challenge is to send in a picture of your buff body, hell, it doesn't even have to be your own body, there's so many pictures on the internet, and write your diet and exercise as such (or to similar effect)
Diet: Oh i don't have any restricitons on diet, in fact i eat oily food like KFC chickens and char kway tiao for every meal. I love fats. After every meal, i wash them down with soya sauce. yup, i drink it. And every night, i eat a tub of ice-cream.
Exercise: What exercise? Oh you mean watching television and studying. I do that all the time. No wonder i have such a buff body.
I wonder what'll everyone's reaction be. At least it's a break from what we see every sunday.
Another challenge is for thursday's urban part of the newspaper. If ever anyone of you ever get chosen for the 'hey, good-looking' section, be sure to be armed with this reply:
reporter: Do you think you are good-looking?
you: No way man, i think i look like frankenstein.
help make singapore newspapers more interesting.
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