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heeey.. main purpose of my post is to refute everyth tat cm says. wahahah..
firstly! YAY!! blocks are OVER!! jane survived! *3 cheers* everyone survived! *3X21 cheers*
obviously blocks hav screwed my mind up irreversibly. so abit mad n hyper now. *delayed reaction*
mrs foo din catch me with my earring! whee.. nevertheless, i shall be guai n remove it by.. nxt nxt wk. cuz nxt wk im not coming to sch!! yay. everyone shud miss me! ^^
shall defend the poor soul. "ppl" din buy their food late. sniff. it was slow in coming. and everyone was evilly tryin to make "ppl" swallow hot n spicy food fast. which is extremely.. cruel! made "ppl" shed tears *sniff* poor thing. hmph. *predicts a sore throat* u all shud go reflect and repent..
after movie we walked ard in circles (big ones) ard orchard. quite stupid. we had no plans so walked extra extra distances. kept bumping into random ppl. unexpected! at the end of the day, everyone went broke. o.O y we exchanged money for paper we duno. x.X n i happen to lose ALL the receipts im supposed to claim money fr class fund. argh.. btw, "they" who erased stuff and wrote again did the perfect thing! or else.. ahem. it'd be.. quite disastrous. hurray for the "they"! ^^ and highly efficient someone managed to scan + send neops to everyone as soon as she got hm. so hurray for her too! ^^
and latest announcement : may be an outing on monday! location, time, activity unconfirmed. ^^ cya'll!
p.s. time to revamp my blog. do not visit site under construction. ^^
Friday, 30 June 2006
WHY WE NEED SUPERMAN
Hello everyone:) It's been soo long since i last posted haha..so i shall now do my part to revive the class blog (unlike jane..who is being very very lazy). Firstly today is a gd day cos blocks are over (for our class at least). haha yep its quite an important event so i must say again. TODAY IS A GD DAY COS BLOCKS ARE OVER (FOR OUR CLASS AT LEAST). hurray!:D
Anyway in the morning it was so fun studying bio..haha cos half the time i was playing..oops. And i think kat was going a bit mad too;) haha ok i resolve to study quietly and not disturb others so much next time. Oh then halfway through doing bio paper, mrs foo tapped me on my shoulder and kindly reminded me that next week onwards she'd better see NO MORE THAN ONE EARSTUD PER EAR. whoa so scary, she made me lose my train of thought for a few secs haha. Anyway that was quite random.
Oh AFTER bio half the class went for lunch and movie. Tsk ppl who cannot eat fast shouldnt buy their food so late=D Oh and I successfully safeguarded the 11 tickets..unlike soon huat who was quite incompetent=p haha ok i think this is a gd achievement. Yup so then we went to watch SUPERMAN RETURNS! Superman is so shuai la haha.. so now I finally think Wailumn has good taste. The movie's nice la, even with Nik the skeptic giving a running commentary throughout the whole show hahaha. Hmm did I mention that Superman is shuai. haha. Oh and the little boy's so cute, but of course the person beside me was being skeptical as usual and trying to ruin my impression of him. but happily i was not swayed=D
Later the guys went home and the girls went SHOPPING=D omgosh so fun even though we didn't get much. But we got someone's nice present!:) Oh and wailumn wanted to take neoprints so we went to go and take neoprints. and during the deco part not only did everyone keep putting funny things like popcorn and little animals around my face, they erased all the stuff i wrote on the neos. which personally i think was quite nice haha. then they went to rewrite the exact same thing NICELY, according to them. like there's a difference..haha..
Yup so today was a FUN DAY and everyone should go watch SUPERMAN!!=D
Anyway in the morning it was so fun studying bio..haha cos half the time i was playing..oops. And i think kat was going a bit mad too;) haha ok i resolve to study quietly and not disturb others so much next time. Oh then halfway through doing bio paper, mrs foo tapped me on my shoulder and kindly reminded me that next week onwards she'd better see NO MORE THAN ONE EARSTUD PER EAR. whoa so scary, she made me lose my train of thought for a few secs haha. Anyway that was quite random.
Oh AFTER bio half the class went for lunch and movie. Tsk ppl who cannot eat fast shouldnt buy their food so late=D Oh and I successfully safeguarded the 11 tickets..unlike soon huat who was quite incompetent=p haha ok i think this is a gd achievement. Yup so then we went to watch SUPERMAN RETURNS! Superman is so shuai la haha.. so now I finally think Wailumn has good taste. The movie's nice la, even with Nik the skeptic giving a running commentary throughout the whole show hahaha. Hmm did I mention that Superman is shuai. haha. Oh and the little boy's so cute, but of course the person beside me was being skeptical as usual and trying to ruin my impression of him. but happily i was not swayed=D
Later the guys went home and the girls went SHOPPING=D omgosh so fun even though we didn't get much. But we got someone's nice present!:) Oh and wailumn wanted to take neoprints so we went to go and take neoprints. and during the deco part not only did everyone keep putting funny things like popcorn and little animals around my face, they erased all the stuff i wrote on the neos. which personally i think was quite nice haha. then they went to rewrite the exact same thing NICELY, according to them. like there's a difference..haha..
Yup so today was a FUN DAY and everyone should go watch SUPERMAN!!=D
Superman Returns
Therefore our blog is now alive again! (er...haha) Anyway, hooray tt block tests are OVER! Woohoo! ^^
Watched Superman Returns with 10 other ppl. Then went shopping with wai lumn, jane, cm and jaime. First, we, urm, shopped for some clothes while searching for a present. Next, we spent a very long time taking and designing neoprints, 2/3 of which are dedicated to Superman for his contributions to mankind!!! :) Finally, we thought of exactly what present to buy and proceeded to get it. I think it is a very good present and she will like it alot! :p
k, gtg do nothing (o yay!)
bb!
Watched Superman Returns with 10 other ppl. Then went shopping with wai lumn, jane, cm and jaime. First, we, urm, shopped for some clothes while searching for a present. Next, we spent a very long time taking and designing neoprints, 2/3 of which are dedicated to Superman for his contributions to mankind!!! :) Finally, we thought of exactly what present to buy and proceeded to get it. I think it is a very good present and she will like it alot! :p
k, gtg do nothing (o yay!)
bb!
Wednesday, 21 June 2006
misc II
Yong Zi the expert coroner!
Anyway as for the Class T... The basic design of the back is more or less settled already lah. Just need some design on the front + colour scheme.
And England won't get to the World Cup Final. Brazil and Argentina ftw!
Anyway as for the Class T... The basic design of the back is more or less settled already lah. Just need some design on the front + colour scheme.
And England won't get to the World Cup Final. Brazil and Argentina ftw!
Monday, 19 June 2006
Diana Returns!
I suggest we watch Superman Returns on Friday 1st July.
Then we crash some people's house.
Brazil will win the World Cup!
Blog pronounced dead 3.46pm 19th June 2006. There are maggot larvae on the corpse already, indicating the death was more than a week ago.
Yong Zi
Then we crash some people's house.
Brazil will win the World Cup!
Blog pronounced dead 3.46pm 19th June 2006. There are maggot larvae on the corpse already, indicating the death was more than a week ago.
Yong Zi
Thursday, 15 June 2006
misc
Imagine you are in a jungle.
As you look above, you see a canopy of green, with the occasional sunbeam from the afternoon sun.
---
Look.
All you see is trees and fallen leaves.
Look closer.
And moss.
Listen.
A solitary cricket is hidden somewhere, making a din.
Listen again.
A mosquito hovers around you, waiting to feast.
Really irritated now, you swat it.
And you killed it. Or rather, you pulverized it.
Now, you can breathe.
Don't breathe - you see a corpse straight ahead!
Omg, you curse under your breath.
Meanwhile, as you approach it, you realise that it is...
!!!
Holy shit, you proclaim:
A BARELY-BREATHING BLOG, STRUGGLING TO STAY ALIVE.
Helplessly, you attempted to console it.
And it simply let off a massive fartulation and died.
---
Now spend a minute thinking over the previous few paragraphs.
Spend another minute feeling frustrated.
Read the 1st letter of each line in the paragraph.
And waste 1 minute pummeling JR for wasting 4 minutes of your time.
Now you've wasted 5! Haha.
---
Ok that was totally stupid. But this blog is kinda dead.
BTW, Diana is coming back to Sg from 24 Jun to 1 Jul (or somewhere around there). Mebbe we have a class outing immediately after blocks with her?
And I shall design the class T after Blocks.
Study hard for BTs! Must pwn.
But before tt, there's England vs Trinidad & Tobago at 12mn. Must watch.
As you look above, you see a canopy of green, with the occasional sunbeam from the afternoon sun.
---
Look.
All you see is trees and fallen leaves.
Look closer.
And moss.
Listen.
A solitary cricket is hidden somewhere, making a din.
Listen again.
A mosquito hovers around you, waiting to feast.
Really irritated now, you swat it.
And you killed it. Or rather, you pulverized it.
Now, you can breathe.
Don't breathe - you see a corpse straight ahead!
Omg, you curse under your breath.
Meanwhile, as you approach it, you realise that it is...
!!!
Holy shit, you proclaim:
A BARELY-BREATHING BLOG, STRUGGLING TO STAY ALIVE.
Helplessly, you attempted to console it.
And it simply let off a massive fartulation and died.
---
Now spend a minute thinking over the previous few paragraphs.
Spend another minute feeling frustrated.
Read the 1st letter of each line in the paragraph.
And waste 1 minute pummeling JR for wasting 4 minutes of your time.
Now you've wasted 5! Haha.
---
Ok that was totally stupid. But this blog is kinda dead.
BTW, Diana is coming back to Sg from 24 Jun to 1 Jul (or somewhere around there). Mebbe we have a class outing immediately after blocks with her?
And I shall design the class T after Blocks.
Study hard for BTs! Must pwn.
But before tt, there's England vs Trinidad & Tobago at 12mn. Must watch.
Wednesday, 7 June 2006
Camp
Foreword: It has been a bit more then two weeks and I have some free time.. and there hasn't been anything on the camp yet. So uhm. Yeah.
Disclaimer: The following is an entirely fictitious story, based on untrue events, which definitely did not happen from the 27th to 29th of May, 2006. Characters are wholly imaginary, and their exploits are exaggerated. This is in no way an attempt at satire, and neither are any comments made thus far sarcastic. Any correlation with persons living or dead are entirely coincidental. If striking resemblances are found, feel free to voice your opinion by emailing this address: The author Rest assured your grievances will be attended to with utmost haste and resolving the problem will be the top priority over anything else. In fact, the author has already expressed a method he assures will work extremely effectively. It involves a mallet.
The Happy Camp
It was bright and sunny morning as Salkin rose from his bed at a godly time, 7am. Indeed, the sun was shining merrily and the birds were chirping already, for it was quite late in the day already, and everyone was already up. And the reason for Salkin's late rising was due to the fact that he was going on a camp today, and was expected in school no earlier then 8:40! Perhaps if he had been expected at 6:40 he wouldn't have wasted so much time in bed, like the other lucky souls who probably woke at 5. Salkin envied them. But his moment of jealousy was soon gone, because he knew that he was soon to go on a camp, and be separated from home with it's nice bed and fluffy cushions and warm blankets, (which are oh so horrible), and be rid of his computer with the boring lousy games for an entire 3 days! Ahh, the joy of camping. To sleep on hard ground in cold tents with monster insects, what more could one man ask for? Bounding about in excitement he wolfed down breakfast and got ready to leave. With no tinge of regret or sadness did he depart his home, and headed for school.
Upon reaching there, he was just on time, yet he found no one. Of course, that wasn't the fault of the organisers, it must have been the bad impression students had left on them, and they expected the students to be late. Such efficiency wondered Salkin in wonderment, to plan for this in advance. Soon he came across a teacher, who looked as though she knew exactly where she was and what she was to be doing. And with all confidence she passed Salkin the name sheet to mark attendance. What a great honor to be bestowed upon humble Salkin, who felt the enormity of responsibility that he was entrusted with. And with all due haste he marked the attendance of those present. It was a 100% attendance, and all those without excuses were present. Undoubtedly they were just as excited as him. As he glanced at those unable to come, he felt a pinch of pity, poor people, they would be missing this wonderful camp.
Soon after, taking a mere half hour, they departed and left for Pulau Ubin, the campsite, switching from bus to ferry along the way. When they first arrived, they saw a resort, and for a moment Salkin thought they might be sleeping there instead of camps. Imagine the horror and shock that shattered his poor mind, and his expectations were destroyed as they might be given BEDS instead of tents. Luckily, this was not to be, and they were led away from the resorts. Everyone gaped in awe at the humongous campsite that they were presented with, complete with a fake ocean. After a short safety briefing that was really important, telling everyone important information, such as no smoking (wow, it was something that never occurred to Salkin, and there was a very good chance that he might have gone smoking!) People were given tents to set up. They were in excellent condition, just a little worn from usage, such as bags being ripped, parts like the tent sheet missing, holders missing, bent rods, old rubber, but otherwise in perfect pristine condition! Salkin and his group were lucky, because the tent they were given didn't have the sheet which would be covering the tent and block the rain etc. Instead, they were given another entirely new tent to set up instead of taking the sheet from another tent set. Wow, what nice instructors, to give them this additional practice. These tents were capable of holding 6 people (provided they slept rolled into balls of course), but the kind instructors let us stay in groups of 4, with our bags. How nice.
After setting up our tents, Salkin had lunch. Boxed lunch, probably imported from some god-blessed place, consisting of white rice, vegetables and unidentifiable meat. It tasted absolutely heavenly, and had great nutritional value, such as all the starch from the white rice, msg, coloring, and flavoring from the meat, and the fibre from the boiled vegetables. Not to mention they were given an option to have seconds, no doubt a result of brilliant foresight and planning on their part, having enough for everyone to have two servings and then some.
After which, Salkin and his friends were given the task to climb some strange pyramidal structure. In fact, it was the only kind in the world, something they must have been very proud of since they told everyone 7 times. He would never get a chance to climb something so utterly unique anywhere else. After they collected a safety harness and a helmet, being broken into little groups to go pick them off the ground because otherwise it might have gotten messy. Such foresight and efficiency. They were then asked to leave the water bottles in the shade (no doubt to ensure it didn't heat up a lot, or the plastic might have melted), then had a safety briefing in the sun.
It took the instructors a mere 15 minutes to teach everyone how to put on their helmets, and another 15 to put on their safety harnesses. Then they waited around in the sun as they prepared various things, stuff which couldn't possibly have been done earlier. After everything was ready, the first group went up, and took only about half an hour for them to climb up a ladder and clip themselves to the safety ropes and things. It was really fast. After all, safety was paramount, and that's why they were attached to a safety line to climb up a ladder, then put on an intermediate safety line, removed the first safety line, put on the other safety line, and removed the intermediate safety line. Each time the instructor was expected to check that the clip was screwed tightly, letting the student first check the clip himself, then let the instructor double check. Finally when he was attached safely, the next student could go. By the time it came to Salkin's group, only about an hour had passed. When they all were safely attached, they were all hyper and excited to attempt the first obstacle. They displayed excellent teamwork, (after all, that was the objective of the game,) and cleared the obstacle in about 45 seconds. Then they went and started attaching themselves to the various safety lines and removing the previous ones, so that they might be able to do the second obstacle. However, as they were doing so, it started raining, and they did everything in reverse and went back down. What a bummer.
But no fear, after everyone was soaked thoroughly by the rain, they were moved into the air-conditioned room, which all nice and cooling after the strenuous work. And all the instructors had a great wet-weather plan all ready, with their brilliant foresight. It involved shouting random words such as 'oi', 'oiii', 'oiiioi', and 'oioioi'. Salkin and his friends were then expected to shout back the same thing. It was extremely difficult and taxing, probably one of the reasons why Salkin was unable to do so and spent quite a bit of time being quiet and looking highly perplexed. (Yes, perplexed. He wasn't glaring or muttering darkly to himself.) More fun followed including things such as learning how to clap. And how to count the number of claps one gave. It was all really difficult, and poor Salkin couldn't keep up, and went to sleep after a while.
After the rain stopped, they went back to the pyramid structure and started the process of going back up. This time it didn't rain, and they completed the various obstacles uneventfully.
Overall the whole thing was extremely difficult and taxing, and after the various ordeals Salkin now knew much more about working together as a team, and all the various team skills that they were supposed to learn, after all, with an utterly unique design like that, and being made to move together in a group, it was the epitome of team building, was it not?
After the pyramid thingy, everyone went for dinner. It was out doors cooking, and they were provided with carrots, onions, potatos, and sausages. Aluminium foil, salt and pepper were also provided. They were told to dump everything in aluminium foil and throw it onto the fire for 15 minutes. Then turn it over for another 15 minutes. They were given 30 minutes to prepare food, cook, and eat. More then sufficient time.
Salkin was sad that he had carried along his own food, extra weight which he wouldn't be bothering to eat because the food would undoubtedly be enough to fill his hunger.
After dinner they went and played more complex brain taxing games, which mostly involved random noise and shouting. It encouraged alot of team skills and leadership abilities, and the competition to be the noisiest was really intense as everyone fought with their utmost ability to shout the loudest in the small confined room.
Finishing up, and exhausted from all the teambuilding, they went to sleep in their tents. It was really cool in the tent, with the confined air and lack of wind. They didn't bother to play any card games, and went to bed and slept well on the comfortable concrete ground on the little pebbles that littered the campsite. Neither were they annoyed by the insects and mosquitoes when they opened the tent flap for air.
Meh, this is taking quite some time. I'll leave it at there for now
~nik
Disclaimer: The following is an entirely fictitious story, based on untrue events, which definitely did not happen from the 27th to 29th of May, 2006. Characters are wholly imaginary, and their exploits are exaggerated. This is in no way an attempt at satire, and neither are any comments made thus far sarcastic. Any correlation with persons living or dead are entirely coincidental. If striking resemblances are found, feel free to voice your opinion by emailing this address: The author Rest assured your grievances will be attended to with utmost haste and resolving the problem will be the top priority over anything else. In fact, the author has already expressed a method he assures will work extremely effectively. It involves a mallet.
The Happy Camp
It was bright and sunny morning as Salkin rose from his bed at a godly time, 7am. Indeed, the sun was shining merrily and the birds were chirping already, for it was quite late in the day already, and everyone was already up. And the reason for Salkin's late rising was due to the fact that he was going on a camp today, and was expected in school no earlier then 8:40! Perhaps if he had been expected at 6:40 he wouldn't have wasted so much time in bed, like the other lucky souls who probably woke at 5. Salkin envied them. But his moment of jealousy was soon gone, because he knew that he was soon to go on a camp, and be separated from home with it's nice bed and fluffy cushions and warm blankets, (which are oh so horrible), and be rid of his computer with the boring lousy games for an entire 3 days! Ahh, the joy of camping. To sleep on hard ground in cold tents with monster insects, what more could one man ask for? Bounding about in excitement he wolfed down breakfast and got ready to leave. With no tinge of regret or sadness did he depart his home, and headed for school.
Upon reaching there, he was just on time, yet he found no one. Of course, that wasn't the fault of the organisers, it must have been the bad impression students had left on them, and they expected the students to be late. Such efficiency wondered Salkin in wonderment, to plan for this in advance. Soon he came across a teacher, who looked as though she knew exactly where she was and what she was to be doing. And with all confidence she passed Salkin the name sheet to mark attendance. What a great honor to be bestowed upon humble Salkin, who felt the enormity of responsibility that he was entrusted with. And with all due haste he marked the attendance of those present. It was a 100% attendance, and all those without excuses were present. Undoubtedly they were just as excited as him. As he glanced at those unable to come, he felt a pinch of pity, poor people, they would be missing this wonderful camp.
Soon after, taking a mere half hour, they departed and left for Pulau Ubin, the campsite, switching from bus to ferry along the way. When they first arrived, they saw a resort, and for a moment Salkin thought they might be sleeping there instead of camps. Imagine the horror and shock that shattered his poor mind, and his expectations were destroyed as they might be given BEDS instead of tents. Luckily, this was not to be, and they were led away from the resorts. Everyone gaped in awe at the humongous campsite that they were presented with, complete with a fake ocean. After a short safety briefing that was really important, telling everyone important information, such as no smoking (wow, it was something that never occurred to Salkin, and there was a very good chance that he might have gone smoking!) People were given tents to set up. They were in excellent condition, just a little worn from usage, such as bags being ripped, parts like the tent sheet missing, holders missing, bent rods, old rubber, but otherwise in perfect pristine condition! Salkin and his group were lucky, because the tent they were given didn't have the sheet which would be covering the tent and block the rain etc. Instead, they were given another entirely new tent to set up instead of taking the sheet from another tent set. Wow, what nice instructors, to give them this additional practice. These tents were capable of holding 6 people (provided they slept rolled into balls of course), but the kind instructors let us stay in groups of 4, with our bags. How nice.
After setting up our tents, Salkin had lunch. Boxed lunch, probably imported from some god-blessed place, consisting of white rice, vegetables and unidentifiable meat. It tasted absolutely heavenly, and had great nutritional value, such as all the starch from the white rice, msg, coloring, and flavoring from the meat, and the fibre from the boiled vegetables. Not to mention they were given an option to have seconds, no doubt a result of brilliant foresight and planning on their part, having enough for everyone to have two servings and then some.
After which, Salkin and his friends were given the task to climb some strange pyramidal structure. In fact, it was the only kind in the world, something they must have been very proud of since they told everyone 7 times. He would never get a chance to climb something so utterly unique anywhere else. After they collected a safety harness and a helmet, being broken into little groups to go pick them off the ground because otherwise it might have gotten messy. Such foresight and efficiency. They were then asked to leave the water bottles in the shade (no doubt to ensure it didn't heat up a lot, or the plastic might have melted), then had a safety briefing in the sun.
It took the instructors a mere 15 minutes to teach everyone how to put on their helmets, and another 15 to put on their safety harnesses. Then they waited around in the sun as they prepared various things, stuff which couldn't possibly have been done earlier. After everything was ready, the first group went up, and took only about half an hour for them to climb up a ladder and clip themselves to the safety ropes and things. It was really fast. After all, safety was paramount, and that's why they were attached to a safety line to climb up a ladder, then put on an intermediate safety line, removed the first safety line, put on the other safety line, and removed the intermediate safety line. Each time the instructor was expected to check that the clip was screwed tightly, letting the student first check the clip himself, then let the instructor double check. Finally when he was attached safely, the next student could go. By the time it came to Salkin's group, only about an hour had passed. When they all were safely attached, they were all hyper and excited to attempt the first obstacle. They displayed excellent teamwork, (after all, that was the objective of the game,) and cleared the obstacle in about 45 seconds. Then they went and started attaching themselves to the various safety lines and removing the previous ones, so that they might be able to do the second obstacle. However, as they were doing so, it started raining, and they did everything in reverse and went back down. What a bummer.
But no fear, after everyone was soaked thoroughly by the rain, they were moved into the air-conditioned room, which all nice and cooling after the strenuous work. And all the instructors had a great wet-weather plan all ready, with their brilliant foresight. It involved shouting random words such as 'oi', 'oiii', 'oiiioi', and 'oioioi'. Salkin and his friends were then expected to shout back the same thing. It was extremely difficult and taxing, probably one of the reasons why Salkin was unable to do so and spent quite a bit of time being quiet and looking highly perplexed. (Yes, perplexed. He wasn't glaring or muttering darkly to himself.) More fun followed including things such as learning how to clap. And how to count the number of claps one gave. It was all really difficult, and poor Salkin couldn't keep up, and went to sleep after a while.
After the rain stopped, they went back to the pyramid structure and started the process of going back up. This time it didn't rain, and they completed the various obstacles uneventfully.
Overall the whole thing was extremely difficult and taxing, and after the various ordeals Salkin now knew much more about working together as a team, and all the various team skills that they were supposed to learn, after all, with an utterly unique design like that, and being made to move together in a group, it was the epitome of team building, was it not?
After the pyramid thingy, everyone went for dinner. It was out doors cooking, and they were provided with carrots, onions, potatos, and sausages. Aluminium foil, salt and pepper were also provided. They were told to dump everything in aluminium foil and throw it onto the fire for 15 minutes. Then turn it over for another 15 minutes. They were given 30 minutes to prepare food, cook, and eat. More then sufficient time.
Salkin was sad that he had carried along his own food, extra weight which he wouldn't be bothering to eat because the food would undoubtedly be enough to fill his hunger.
After dinner they went and played more complex brain taxing games, which mostly involved random noise and shouting. It encouraged alot of team skills and leadership abilities, and the competition to be the noisiest was really intense as everyone fought with their utmost ability to shout the loudest in the small confined room.
Finishing up, and exhausted from all the teambuilding, they went to sleep in their tents. It was really cool in the tent, with the confined air and lack of wind. They didn't bother to play any card games, and went to bed and slept well on the comfortable concrete ground on the little pebbles that littered the campsite. Neither were they annoyed by the insects and mosquitoes when they opened the tent flap for air.
Meh, this is taking quite some time. I'll leave it at there for now
~nik
Sunday, 4 June 2006
Shanghai OCIP
well, well, it's quite true actually, we had the weekend off for shopping, plus daily free-time to do even more shopping. plus the teachers didn't really enforce the lights-out rule and most of us gathered in room 704 (the coolest room in terms of air-con) to play bridge, eat snacks, and simply have a friendly chat. there were scandals, yes, and in due time i will post some photos which will speak for themselves ^_'
some of us got really close (in terms of friendship) and we're gonna hang out this coming tuesday...too bad shirli couldn't come else i think she would be glad to meet this group of really nice people...plus i realised that chia ming and jaime knew one of them (jia lin anyone?) on a previous trip to shanghai in sec 3...hmm
oh well i guess that's all...i haven't even blogged on my own blog abt the trip...so there...read up for more updates =P
finally, thank you mr lee for treating us (the 13 of us who tagged along with the teachers) to dim sum on the last day =D
quote of the day:
US: "Who do you think is the cutest chem tutor in sch?"
Mr Lee: "Irrelevant...Change topic"
PS chou dou fu is rather horrible
some of us got really close (in terms of friendship) and we're gonna hang out this coming tuesday...too bad shirli couldn't come else i think she would be glad to meet this group of really nice people...plus i realised that chia ming and jaime knew one of them (jia lin anyone?) on a previous trip to shanghai in sec 3...hmm
oh well i guess that's all...i haven't even blogged on my own blog abt the trip...so there...read up for more updates =P
finally, thank you mr lee for treating us (the 13 of us who tagged along with the teachers) to dim sum on the last day =D
quote of the day:
US: "Who do you think is the cutest chem tutor in sch?"
Mr Lee: "Irrelevant...Change topic"
PS chou dou fu is rather horrible
Randomness
:) hello sorry i havent been blogging so long!~
it completely slipped my mind to do GP essay until kh reminded today (thanks v much) but i am under imminent threat of getting 0/50 (please no) so am praying real hard.
anyway: JR and Jaime happy bday! happy happy 17th! sorry i couldnt go for the movie i sprained my ankle again on the second night of drama performance :P shit right. now i really cannot do NAPFA le. basket. but hey u guys should really have come for drama! it rocked! ask Magee (Andrew) and Aaron and Alvin and Kai Herng :) it was magical lol.
yay my sabbats--salsa fever dance camp. it was real real real fun! hahahha at first we just learnt the basic steps which was shuffling back and forth in 3 counts each (kinda hard to explain here) then we learnt a lot of other cute basic movements to go along with the basic steps. my sabbat group was full of girls with only 3 guys but it was still great fun cos we ended up pretending to be guys for partnerwork anyway. the instructor was a nice fellow, really, v patient and humorous. plus the great thing is that even when we're taking breaks, we're not exactly slacking cos he plays relevant videos and we watch them diligently. the studio is in this chinatown shophouse and they're very nicely decorated and stuff lol. they all had poles in the studio itself (i guess cos they sort of specialise in pole dancing lol) and it was seriously a fab experience. no irritating pple around and everybody was dead nice and we had air-con all day, which is always a plus.
i heard the shanghai pple did more shopping than CIP lol jking jking. but i bet it was fun though? how was it ben? i heard it was fab. thailand ocip pple were v happy too.
it completely slipped my mind to do GP essay until kh reminded today (thanks v much) but i am under imminent threat of getting 0/50 (please no) so am praying real hard.
anyway: JR and Jaime happy bday! happy happy 17th! sorry i couldnt go for the movie i sprained my ankle again on the second night of drama performance :P shit right. now i really cannot do NAPFA le. basket. but hey u guys should really have come for drama! it rocked! ask Magee (Andrew) and Aaron and Alvin and Kai Herng :) it was magical lol.
yay my sabbats--salsa fever dance camp. it was real real real fun! hahahha at first we just learnt the basic steps which was shuffling back and forth in 3 counts each (kinda hard to explain here) then we learnt a lot of other cute basic movements to go along with the basic steps. my sabbat group was full of girls with only 3 guys but it was still great fun cos we ended up pretending to be guys for partnerwork anyway. the instructor was a nice fellow, really, v patient and humorous. plus the great thing is that even when we're taking breaks, we're not exactly slacking cos he plays relevant videos and we watch them diligently. the studio is in this chinatown shophouse and they're very nicely decorated and stuff lol. they all had poles in the studio itself (i guess cos they sort of specialise in pole dancing lol) and it was seriously a fab experience. no irritating pple around and everybody was dead nice and we had air-con all day, which is always a plus.
i heard the shanghai pple did more shopping than CIP lol jking jking. but i bet it was fun though? how was it ben? i heard it was fab. thailand ocip pple were v happy too.
Saturday, 3 June 2006
happy seventeenth
yeah! i am back after a 1 month hiatus!
thanks to those who wished me a happy bdae...belated or otherwise.
thanks for the shoe bag
thanks kat for treating me to x-men =)
thanks for making my bday perfect!
thanks to those who wished me a happy bdae...belated or otherwise.
thanks for the shoe bag
thanks kat for treating me to x-men =)
thanks for making my bday perfect!
Tuesday, 23 May 2006
^^
helo peeps! urgent update.. actually nt very urgent. anw, shirli n i went to buy a card n a present for mrs foo today after sabbaticals (which was quite fun/disastrous. wahaha.. sucked crabs out from container (by accident) which er.. almost died if the person din save it. and the person was quite nice abt it.. "must put back ok?" lol! and we escaped being mascots!! (when we were supposed to be. haha.. smart wailumn.) so it wasn't too bad ^^ shirli promises to update more in detail. heh.)
oh. so much for sidetracking. anw, i went to measure the card (28cm X 19cm) and did some "manipulation of data" (area:546cm2) and more (area per person: 24.8181818..cm2) thus, go prepare some er.. note of thanks, etc. to write tmr. cuz it'll be quite rushed. -.- 24.8cm2.. quite alot of space, depending on ur writing. ok. that's about it.
as for the present, eh.. it's some black, non-glossy hp chain with 4leafclover thingee and has 4 letters on it (wahaha.. cost-saving. oopz. x.x) "7D <3 U". yupz.
ok. that's all. good luck to all for bio spa tmr!! and to the 3 ppl who will know guitar exco results tmr as well. ^^
7D all da way!~
oh. so much for sidetracking. anw, i went to measure the card (28cm X 19cm) and did some "manipulation of data" (area:546cm2) and more (area per person: 24.8181818..cm2) thus, go prepare some er.. note of thanks, etc. to write tmr. cuz it'll be quite rushed. -.- 24.8cm2.. quite alot of space, depending on ur writing. ok. that's about it.
as for the present, eh.. it's some black, non-glossy hp chain with 4leafclover thingee and has 4 letters on it (wahaha.. cost-saving. oopz. x.x) "7D <3 U". yupz.
ok. that's all. good luck to all for bio spa tmr!! and to the 3 ppl who will know guitar exco results tmr as well. ^^
7D all da way!~
Saturday, 20 May 2006
Filler #2
2 weeks have passed and there are about 2 more posts made. I wonder what happened to all those people who agreed to post weekly/whatever on the egroups? Anyway, I'll be sticking to my word and making these random fillers every fortnight.
I should make a standard disclaimer if this style of fillers becomes a habit. Disclaimer: The following insights are entirely fictional and have no relationship with any persona's living or otherwise, be it undead, dead, or dead-undead. If the following account seems to be similar to anyone you know, please tell them to go for a makeover so as to ensure prevention of a lawsuit.
By reading on, you agree to agree to this disclaimer even if it is entirely irrelevant. You also agree to give the author 50 million dollars, as well as pledge your first born to him.
So after the nice disclaimer, I lost my steam and realised that there was in fact, nothing interesting to write about. So I asked others brilliant philosophical questions so as to be able to discern the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. By analyzing their answers, I was able to attain enlightenment. Do note, this is not anything a mere amateur is capable of. It takes years of practice and confinement to desolate mountain caves with caveman drawings and convenient lost ancient scrolls. A transcript of the amazing debate is as follows:
«nik» Must mug! says:
say something random
cm says:
something random..
Truly amazing. From this I managed to infer that the purpose of the human race is in fact, to serve and obey a single uber-mensch. The response time took about 1.37 seconds, an interesting number, because it's actually the floor of the square root of 2 minus sin 2.5. This amazing number too reflects another aspect of human life, which is inaccuracy. Regardless, I pondered this strange revelation that was given to me by divine insight, when I realised, that there had been no divine insight! The lack of divine insight however contradicted the initial thesis that humans were meant to serve. It was a complex and extremely deep thought, which I pondered for another 6 seconds. Perhaps, there was another meaning to it after all. Knowing that the subconscious mind actually contained the answer hidden within the matrix of the mind, I ingeniously used a method that would show me the answer once and for all. I flipped a coin. But not just any mere coin, this coin was superior to all other coins, because this coin was made of special material, a material which was not found on earth, nor was it found on jupiter. A smart human would immediately guess it was from neptune, but this is where the catch lies. It didn't come from neptune! Instead, it was an imaginary coin. I picked it up with my imaginary psychic powers in my imaginary hand, and flipped it into the imaginary air with my imaginary thumb, and watched it fly using imaginary photons caught by imaginary eyes and transmitted to the imaginary brain via imaginary optical nerves. Truly, by over utilizing my imagination, I would unleash the unerring accuracy of the subconscious and force it to answer my every question with answers that only my subconscious knew. Watching the coin flip as imaginary time passed, it finally landed. And in it's landing, i knew the answer was true. For it was suddenly so obvious, that I laughed at myself for not seeing it earlier. The coin had flipped through the air whirring and glinting under imaginary lights, before finally coming down. It's landing cannot be easily guessed by any mere amateur. I know what you're thinking, "Hah, I bet it lands edge!" But no, it didn't land edge. It didn't land heads. So what did it land on? Tails!
..
..
No, just kidding. An imaginary eagle flew from the sky and grabbed it. I chased the imaginary eagles for two imaginary seconds before the eagle dropped it. Into a bottomless pit. I pondered this for a while. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was no purpose in human life. Like the endlessly flipping coin in the bottomless pit, we would never know heads nor tails, or even edge. It would be one side for a mere instant, and in that instant our answer is certain, but in the next instant the answer may change again, and our fate and purpose may change freely along the flow of time. It was an interesting concept, and I spent time meditating. After the seeming aeons of meditation, I came upon the truth, which I knew would be true. It made absolute sense, and had such earth-shattering philosophical implications I knew would change the fate of the earth forever. It was: .. wait for it.. Humans were meant to serve me! It was consistent with all other observations, and it made a good conclusion. The sheer brilliance of my mind amazed myself, but I knew that people would not be so easily convinced, and therefore, replicates were necessary. Hence, checking the time I knew I had enough time for a repeat experiment, and promptly carried it out:
«nik» Must mug! says:
say something random
jaime/life on replay says:
er chocolates
Other variables which might have interfered in the experiment such as nickname, personal message, message, font size, font color, font type, temperature, pressure, country, were kept constant to ensure accuracy.
The trend seemed to hold. My will was carried out and my request was carried out. I hastily logged it in my chat log, and formed a table to present my answer in the best possible manner. Then it struck me, I still needed another replicate for the triplicate rule! But it was nearing 12am, and time was running out. Although my ingenious calculations indicated it would take a possible 30 seconds for another result to be recorded, I dared not to risk it, considering there were only 10 minutes left and I might mess up and drag for 11 minutes. However, the reader need not know this, despite the fact that I am telling him/her that right now...
*cough* Anyway, I carried out another replicate:
«nik» Must mug! says:
say something random
Totally real and non-imaginary person says:
Of course allmighty one, your wish is your command!
Totally real and non-imaginary person says:
I will say something random, if it may please thee. Behold
Totally real and non-imaginary person says:
AoPkL3»n╪
And there we have it. My thesis held true, and the purpose of human existence was proven with tried and tested scientific methodology. I hastily wrote out my statements of trend and conclusion:
Statement of trend: Purplish with neon green stripes
3 replicates were carried out, and because they were consistent to +- 3 philosphical monkeys, they became accurate and reflected the population's subconscious and group identity. No further replicates were carried out.
Conclusion:
As the length of the sentence does not change, the type of answer will not change. Therefore, we can infer that humans use proteins as the hereditary material and that they will learn to think and make conclusive conclusions within the next 1000 years. QED, WWWWW, kthnxbai
And with that, I promptly published my findings in the well-known philosophical journal "Of Smart, intellectual, xenophobic savants seemingly evil/viceless, save electric ninja Dogs", and began preparing my speech for the nobel prize i knew i would be nominated for soon.
Your purpose in life
~nik
I should make a standard disclaimer if this style of fillers becomes a habit. Disclaimer: The following insights are entirely fictional and have no relationship with any persona's living or otherwise, be it undead, dead, or dead-undead. If the following account seems to be similar to anyone you know, please tell them to go for a makeover so as to ensure prevention of a lawsuit.
By reading on, you agree to agree to this disclaimer even if it is entirely irrelevant. You also agree to give the author 50 million dollars, as well as pledge your first born to him.
So after the nice disclaimer, I lost my steam and realised that there was in fact, nothing interesting to write about. So I asked others brilliant philosophical questions so as to be able to discern the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. By analyzing their answers, I was able to attain enlightenment. Do note, this is not anything a mere amateur is capable of. It takes years of practice and confinement to desolate mountain caves with caveman drawings and convenient lost ancient scrolls. A transcript of the amazing debate is as follows:
«nik» Must mug! says:
say something random
cm says:
something random..
Truly amazing. From this I managed to infer that the purpose of the human race is in fact, to serve and obey a single uber-mensch. The response time took about 1.37 seconds, an interesting number, because it's actually the floor of the square root of 2 minus sin 2.5. This amazing number too reflects another aspect of human life, which is inaccuracy. Regardless, I pondered this strange revelation that was given to me by divine insight, when I realised, that there had been no divine insight! The lack of divine insight however contradicted the initial thesis that humans were meant to serve. It was a complex and extremely deep thought, which I pondered for another 6 seconds. Perhaps, there was another meaning to it after all. Knowing that the subconscious mind actually contained the answer hidden within the matrix of the mind, I ingeniously used a method that would show me the answer once and for all. I flipped a coin. But not just any mere coin, this coin was superior to all other coins, because this coin was made of special material, a material which was not found on earth, nor was it found on jupiter. A smart human would immediately guess it was from neptune, but this is where the catch lies. It didn't come from neptune! Instead, it was an imaginary coin. I picked it up with my imaginary psychic powers in my imaginary hand, and flipped it into the imaginary air with my imaginary thumb, and watched it fly using imaginary photons caught by imaginary eyes and transmitted to the imaginary brain via imaginary optical nerves. Truly, by over utilizing my imagination, I would unleash the unerring accuracy of the subconscious and force it to answer my every question with answers that only my subconscious knew. Watching the coin flip as imaginary time passed, it finally landed. And in it's landing, i knew the answer was true. For it was suddenly so obvious, that I laughed at myself for not seeing it earlier. The coin had flipped through the air whirring and glinting under imaginary lights, before finally coming down. It's landing cannot be easily guessed by any mere amateur. I know what you're thinking, "Hah, I bet it lands edge!" But no, it didn't land edge. It didn't land heads. So what did it land on? Tails!
..
..
No, just kidding. An imaginary eagle flew from the sky and grabbed it. I chased the imaginary eagles for two imaginary seconds before the eagle dropped it. Into a bottomless pit. I pondered this for a while. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was no purpose in human life. Like the endlessly flipping coin in the bottomless pit, we would never know heads nor tails, or even edge. It would be one side for a mere instant, and in that instant our answer is certain, but in the next instant the answer may change again, and our fate and purpose may change freely along the flow of time. It was an interesting concept, and I spent time meditating. After the seeming aeons of meditation, I came upon the truth, which I knew would be true. It made absolute sense, and had such earth-shattering philosophical implications I knew would change the fate of the earth forever. It was: .. wait for it.. Humans were meant to serve me! It was consistent with all other observations, and it made a good conclusion. The sheer brilliance of my mind amazed myself, but I knew that people would not be so easily convinced, and therefore, replicates were necessary. Hence, checking the time I knew I had enough time for a repeat experiment, and promptly carried it out:
«nik» Must mug! says:
say something random
jaime/life on replay says:
er chocolates
Other variables which might have interfered in the experiment such as nickname, personal message, message, font size, font color, font type, temperature, pressure, country, were kept constant to ensure accuracy.
The trend seemed to hold. My will was carried out and my request was carried out. I hastily logged it in my chat log, and formed a table to present my answer in the best possible manner. Then it struck me, I still needed another replicate for the triplicate rule! But it was nearing 12am, and time was running out. Although my ingenious calculations indicated it would take a possible 30 seconds for another result to be recorded, I dared not to risk it, considering there were only 10 minutes left and I might mess up and drag for 11 minutes. However, the reader need not know this, despite the fact that I am telling him/her that right now...
*cough* Anyway, I carried out another replicate:
«nik» Must mug! says:
say something random
Totally real and non-imaginary person says:
Of course allmighty one, your wish is your command!
Totally real and non-imaginary person says:
I will say something random, if it may please thee. Behold
Totally real and non-imaginary person says:
AoPkL3»n╪
And there we have it. My thesis held true, and the purpose of human existence was proven with tried and tested scientific methodology. I hastily wrote out my statements of trend and conclusion:
Statement of trend: Purplish with neon green stripes
3 replicates were carried out, and because they were consistent to +- 3 philosphical monkeys, they became accurate and reflected the population's subconscious and group identity. No further replicates were carried out.
Conclusion:
As the length of the sentence does not change, the type of answer will not change. Therefore, we can infer that humans use proteins as the hereditary material and that they will learn to think and make conclusive conclusions within the next 1000 years. QED, WWWWW, kthnxbai
And with that, I promptly published my findings in the well-known philosophical journal "Of Smart, intellectual, xenophobic savants seemingly evil/viceless, save electric ninja Dogs", and began preparing my speech for the nobel prize i knew i would be nominated for soon.
Your purpose in life
~nik
Class Tee!
Latest update from teh designer.
I think the general concensus is we will continue with the periodic table idea, which will appear on the back of the tee, with the title "The Chemistry of 06S7D" above it and then every person's element above the title.
But now we need ideas for the following:
1. Numbers to put in (of each element)
2. Design on front of tee - preferably a simple "cool pic"?
Please contribute your ideas! =D Hopefully we'll get it done during this hols.
EDIT: Need ideas for colour of tee, too :)
I think the general concensus is we will continue with the periodic table idea, which will appear on the back of the tee, with the title "The Chemistry of 06S7D" above it and then every person's element above the title.
But now we need ideas for the following:
1. Numbers to put in (of each element)
2. Design on front of tee - preferably a simple "cool pic"?
Please contribute your ideas! =D Hopefully we'll get it done during this hols.
EDIT: Need ideas for colour of tee, too :)
sabbaticals blog submission
hey 7d, remember the competition for the sabbats wk in which we can submit entries (blog, etc.) on our experiences, etc during the various courses? y not let's submit an entry as a class? sb can coordinate this..and i will have internet access in shanghai (i think)
so basically it will be something like one person from each course can post an entry regarding the events of the day for that course...not sure about the details -.-
so basically it will be something like one person from each course can post an entry regarding the events of the day for that course...not sure about the details -.-
Sunday, 7 May 2006
message from jin rui
hey my Apollo juniors! my time as your fac head is ending soon le. im v happy that u guys have been really enthusiastic and passionate for apollo. i thank u guys for your support for me since the beginning of the yr and also for the wonderful experience that u've given me. i will be stepping down in like 2 weeks time, and you'll have your new fac heads! i hope u guys will support them the way u've supported me and work with them to make apollo the champion for this yr k! me have one last lap to go with u guys: the inter-fac cheering on thurs! i hope that all of you will come down to support Apollo and to cheer for our faculty and our runners. not only cheer, but cheer out your lungs! together with every one of you, your new fac heads and me (=p), we will show the other facs the power of Apollo and make Apollo beyond godlike!
Filler
Since I have nothing else to do, and since the class blog is desperately crying out for new posts and stuff, I will therefore spend some time typing a meaningless filler. Woohoo. So, if you have any pressing issues, and you don't have all that much free time, or you simply can't stand mindless blabber, don't bother reading on.
Disclaimer: Any loss of IQ or EQ or AnyQ from reading the following text is in no way the fault of the author, and is entirely your fault. You have the right to close this window. You have the right to keep quiet. Any complaints can and will not be acknowledged. Flying ninjas will not ambush you for reading this. Death to frostbite is however, possible, if however improbable.
Assuming you have read the above disclaimer, I will now proceed to continue on to the filler, of which I will attempt to talk about as little as possible and fill up with as much smoke as possible. It is a good practice which should be encouraged as much as possible, because chain-smoking will allow one to fill up pesky GP essays, and generate mindless blabber at will. It is one of the greatest arts that academics have spent eons to refine and master, and is the mark of a refined society and a cultured scholar. It forms the fundamentals of literature, art appreciation, civilized conversation and almost anything you can think of. Indeed, for are not literary works based upon fictatious events created by the mind which seem to talk about alot (whole books even!) when actually they mean very little? Is art not a bunch of doodles which is given meaning by the artist through smoking? Smoking refers to the a skill where a person is capable of generating large amounts of text, speech or other mediums in which homo sapiens are capable of transmitting ideas to each other. Ideal smoke should appear to contain alot of information, packaged excessively with terms that will befuddle other homo sapiens to some extent, causing them to think that the said smoke is in fact highly informational and extremely intelligent. If packaged enough, said recipients of smoke will be unable to discern smoke from intelligent communication even with analysis. High-quality smoke should be powerful enough to even convince the said individual that the smoke is highly philosophical, and even be convinced enough to adopt the said viewpoint of the smoke as his own. It is this epitome of smoking that all individuals aspire to, because once one is capable of producing such brilliant smoke, it is no longer considered smoke, and transcends the mortal realms into the realm of philosophy.
Good smoke must have a type of flow, and with experience, it allows one for continuous writing once the generation of smoke has started. Like real smoke, it's indiscernable individually, but as a whole, it looks impressive. It should waft and waver as text, apparently holding a multitude of ideas but impossible to grasp. It should dissipate across a multitude of subjects and touch on as many subjects as possible. If the spread of information is great enough, it will seem like a great deal, because it works like volume. Breadth multiplied by depth. If you are broad enough, you don't need any depth. The trick to having good smoke is always having a backup plan. If you run out of things to say on a certain subject matter, just switch topics as smoothly as possible, and no one might even notice that you did. That is the essence of smoke, large quantities as fast as possible and with no pauses. Conversations are quickly started and dragged, and effective smokers can confuse and confuddle their listeners with smoke, even wrapping them around their fingers as they hang onto every word the smoker is giving, while still attempting to comprehend the previous. It is a continuous cycle, that once entered, the listener is completely ensnared within the smoky grip of the smoker, because no time is given for him to attempt to process the smoke intelligently, while being bombarded with complex terminology and excessively bombastic words. Adjectives and other redundant words should and will be used freely in great abundance, as they buy time allowing the intelligent smoker to drag and stall time, covering his tracks and giving ample time for him to plan and execute his next stage. Brilliant smokers should never be in the here and now, they should be ahead, in the future, already contemplating their next point and terminology they might consider using. Bombastic words are buffers, insurance if the flow ever lapses and give him something to fall back on. Even when he has nothing to say, flowery language can be used generously to fill the blanks, because flowery language is exactly that, a filler, designed to impress, while not meaning anything much.
That however, does not mean that the smoker should base his entire argument on nothing whatsoever. Once again, like smoke, a form of fuel is needed. It can however, be expanded to much more then it's original size, like a piece of wet wood, it will smoke and billow for aeons while the original piece is much smaller then what it generates. The ideal smoker should have small points peppered throughout the smoke, to keep the reader interested and ensure that the smoke is not easily seen through. While it is obviously more effective if the whole thing comprised of no smoke, smoke serves as the medium to buff up points, and to fill space when all else fails. In the process of smoking, it is even possible to chance upon other random points, such as a smoking piece of wood might catch something else on fire. In theory, this smoke-fuel should also be not commonly known. It should be abstract, allowing for the said smoker to be capable of defending his view point regardless of how it is assaulted, because a fort of smoke is invulnerable, impossible to pin down, and impervious to any attacks. It can be manipulated later on as the author's viewpoint changes, it can cover loopholes in arguments, and it can be argued in many ways. Ultimately, it can even destroy an opponents argument by switching one's own point of view, and arguing that the attacker is in fact arguing against a point of view highly similar to his own. Such defences are effective, as they work like the emperor's new clothes effect, where the attacker will eventually be unwilling to surrender to an opponents absurd and confusing arguments, afraid that it might mean that he is unable to comprehend his opponent's language and argument, and afraid to give any new points for fear of them being warped against oneself. Hence it is imperative to ensure that smoke is bulked up as much as possible, for the longer the text the harder it is to find specific points to rebut and to attack, and the easier it is to counter another's comments. Convincing smoke will even confuse the opponent to the point where he or she believes that the smoker is in fact smarter then oneself, and afraid that a continuation in the argument will eventually lead to their own downfall. They will therefore seek to reach a mutual agreement; a compromise where they can back off. When the smoker senses the opponent is reaching this stage, it presents two options. The first, is to accept the compromise, and shift it in one's own favor, which should be done if you sense that the opponent is nearly onto your smoke's loopholes and inherent flaws that are unavoidable with the generation of smoke, or secondly, to continue the argument, refusing to give in until the opponent is totally annihilated and destroyed in a bombardment of logical fallacies and relentless theories and opinions. This can be done, because an opponent at this stage is generally already in a state of semi-awe and fear, and will no longer question your assumptions with as much vigor as the initial stages, and logical fallacies and conclusion jumping is in fact tolerated and encouraged, and if ever questioned, easily claimed to have been argued earlier and insult the opposition's memory and comprehension abilities.
These are just some of the basic fundamentals and tricks to smoking, and they are, as mentioned earlier, a deadly effective tool of humanity in arguing, for it is not everyone who is blessed with smoke detectors, nor are many people confident enough to stand firm in the barrage of irrelevant arguments and random digressions alongside thinly veiled implied questions, which, if one has the intellectual fortitude, is easily able to brush aside to assault the seed of smoke, whereas weaker ones, those who are afraid or not confident, will spend their time fighting the uncountable demons and monstrous legions of invulnerable logic that are contraptions of one's own imagination and comprehension. The author never actually reveals his own opinions explicitly, he merely hides it in the clouds of smoke and fog of logic, leaving others to interpret it as they wish, and to argue concepts which they have dreamed up themself. And it is precisely because these logical arguments are figments of their own imagination, they will find them ever more convincing then an opinion that you actually made yourself.
And now it is 11:15 pm, and a lengthy filler has been completed. I hope your brains are not leaking out of your nostrils yet, nor nails hammered into into thy ears in frustration. Good bye, adieu, auf wieder sehen and good night.
~nik
Disclaimer: Any loss of IQ or EQ or AnyQ from reading the following text is in no way the fault of the author, and is entirely your fault. You have the right to close this window. You have the right to keep quiet. Any complaints can and will not be acknowledged. Flying ninjas will not ambush you for reading this. Death to frostbite is however, possible, if however improbable.
Assuming you have read the above disclaimer, I will now proceed to continue on to the filler, of which I will attempt to talk about as little as possible and fill up with as much smoke as possible. It is a good practice which should be encouraged as much as possible, because chain-smoking will allow one to fill up pesky GP essays, and generate mindless blabber at will. It is one of the greatest arts that academics have spent eons to refine and master, and is the mark of a refined society and a cultured scholar. It forms the fundamentals of literature, art appreciation, civilized conversation and almost anything you can think of. Indeed, for are not literary works based upon fictatious events created by the mind which seem to talk about alot (whole books even!) when actually they mean very little? Is art not a bunch of doodles which is given meaning by the artist through smoking? Smoking refers to the a skill where a person is capable of generating large amounts of text, speech or other mediums in which homo sapiens are capable of transmitting ideas to each other. Ideal smoke should appear to contain alot of information, packaged excessively with terms that will befuddle other homo sapiens to some extent, causing them to think that the said smoke is in fact highly informational and extremely intelligent. If packaged enough, said recipients of smoke will be unable to discern smoke from intelligent communication even with analysis. High-quality smoke should be powerful enough to even convince the said individual that the smoke is highly philosophical, and even be convinced enough to adopt the said viewpoint of the smoke as his own. It is this epitome of smoking that all individuals aspire to, because once one is capable of producing such brilliant smoke, it is no longer considered smoke, and transcends the mortal realms into the realm of philosophy.
Good smoke must have a type of flow, and with experience, it allows one for continuous writing once the generation of smoke has started. Like real smoke, it's indiscernable individually, but as a whole, it looks impressive. It should waft and waver as text, apparently holding a multitude of ideas but impossible to grasp. It should dissipate across a multitude of subjects and touch on as many subjects as possible. If the spread of information is great enough, it will seem like a great deal, because it works like volume. Breadth multiplied by depth. If you are broad enough, you don't need any depth. The trick to having good smoke is always having a backup plan. If you run out of things to say on a certain subject matter, just switch topics as smoothly as possible, and no one might even notice that you did. That is the essence of smoke, large quantities as fast as possible and with no pauses. Conversations are quickly started and dragged, and effective smokers can confuse and confuddle their listeners with smoke, even wrapping them around their fingers as they hang onto every word the smoker is giving, while still attempting to comprehend the previous. It is a continuous cycle, that once entered, the listener is completely ensnared within the smoky grip of the smoker, because no time is given for him to attempt to process the smoke intelligently, while being bombarded with complex terminology and excessively bombastic words. Adjectives and other redundant words should and will be used freely in great abundance, as they buy time allowing the intelligent smoker to drag and stall time, covering his tracks and giving ample time for him to plan and execute his next stage. Brilliant smokers should never be in the here and now, they should be ahead, in the future, already contemplating their next point and terminology they might consider using. Bombastic words are buffers, insurance if the flow ever lapses and give him something to fall back on. Even when he has nothing to say, flowery language can be used generously to fill the blanks, because flowery language is exactly that, a filler, designed to impress, while not meaning anything much.
That however, does not mean that the smoker should base his entire argument on nothing whatsoever. Once again, like smoke, a form of fuel is needed. It can however, be expanded to much more then it's original size, like a piece of wet wood, it will smoke and billow for aeons while the original piece is much smaller then what it generates. The ideal smoker should have small points peppered throughout the smoke, to keep the reader interested and ensure that the smoke is not easily seen through. While it is obviously more effective if the whole thing comprised of no smoke, smoke serves as the medium to buff up points, and to fill space when all else fails. In the process of smoking, it is even possible to chance upon other random points, such as a smoking piece of wood might catch something else on fire. In theory, this smoke-fuel should also be not commonly known. It should be abstract, allowing for the said smoker to be capable of defending his view point regardless of how it is assaulted, because a fort of smoke is invulnerable, impossible to pin down, and impervious to any attacks. It can be manipulated later on as the author's viewpoint changes, it can cover loopholes in arguments, and it can be argued in many ways. Ultimately, it can even destroy an opponents argument by switching one's own point of view, and arguing that the attacker is in fact arguing against a point of view highly similar to his own. Such defences are effective, as they work like the emperor's new clothes effect, where the attacker will eventually be unwilling to surrender to an opponents absurd and confusing arguments, afraid that it might mean that he is unable to comprehend his opponent's language and argument, and afraid to give any new points for fear of them being warped against oneself. Hence it is imperative to ensure that smoke is bulked up as much as possible, for the longer the text the harder it is to find specific points to rebut and to attack, and the easier it is to counter another's comments. Convincing smoke will even confuse the opponent to the point where he or she believes that the smoker is in fact smarter then oneself, and afraid that a continuation in the argument will eventually lead to their own downfall. They will therefore seek to reach a mutual agreement; a compromise where they can back off. When the smoker senses the opponent is reaching this stage, it presents two options. The first, is to accept the compromise, and shift it in one's own favor, which should be done if you sense that the opponent is nearly onto your smoke's loopholes and inherent flaws that are unavoidable with the generation of smoke, or secondly, to continue the argument, refusing to give in until the opponent is totally annihilated and destroyed in a bombardment of logical fallacies and relentless theories and opinions. This can be done, because an opponent at this stage is generally already in a state of semi-awe and fear, and will no longer question your assumptions with as much vigor as the initial stages, and logical fallacies and conclusion jumping is in fact tolerated and encouraged, and if ever questioned, easily claimed to have been argued earlier and insult the opposition's memory and comprehension abilities.
These are just some of the basic fundamentals and tricks to smoking, and they are, as mentioned earlier, a deadly effective tool of humanity in arguing, for it is not everyone who is blessed with smoke detectors, nor are many people confident enough to stand firm in the barrage of irrelevant arguments and random digressions alongside thinly veiled implied questions, which, if one has the intellectual fortitude, is easily able to brush aside to assault the seed of smoke, whereas weaker ones, those who are afraid or not confident, will spend their time fighting the uncountable demons and monstrous legions of invulnerable logic that are contraptions of one's own imagination and comprehension. The author never actually reveals his own opinions explicitly, he merely hides it in the clouds of smoke and fog of logic, leaving others to interpret it as they wish, and to argue concepts which they have dreamed up themself. And it is precisely because these logical arguments are figments of their own imagination, they will find them ever more convincing then an opinion that you actually made yourself.
And now it is 11:15 pm, and a lengthy filler has been completed. I hope your brains are not leaking out of your nostrils yet, nor nails hammered into into thy ears in frustration. Good bye, adieu, auf wieder sehen and good night.
~nik
Saturday, 6 May 2006
Just for Laughs
IN PRISON...you spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell.
AT WORK... you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle.
IN PRISON...you get three meals a day.
AT WORK...you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.
IN PRISON...you get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK...you get more work for good behavior.
IN PRISON...the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK...you must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself.
IN PRISON...you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK...you get fired for watching TV and playing games.
IN PRISON...you get your own toilet.
AT WORK...you have to share with some idiot who pees on the seat.
IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK...you can't even speak to your family.
IN PRISON...all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT WORK...you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.
IN PRISON...you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK...you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.
IN PRISON...you must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK...they are called managers.
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BTW, is anyone willing to design a class T-shirt? 1/6th of our time in JC is gone...and we don't have a class shirt!! Let's aim to get it done by end of Week 10. I remember Aaron saying that he can help :P
AT WORK... you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle.
IN PRISON...you get three meals a day.
AT WORK...you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.
IN PRISON...you get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK...you get more work for good behavior.
IN PRISON...the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK...you must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself.
IN PRISON...you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK...you get fired for watching TV and playing games.
IN PRISON...you get your own toilet.
AT WORK...you have to share with some idiot who pees on the seat.
IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK...you can't even speak to your family.
IN PRISON...all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT WORK...you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.
IN PRISON...you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK...you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.
IN PRISON...you must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK...they are called managers.
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BTW, is anyone willing to design a class T-shirt? 1/6th of our time in JC is gone...and we don't have a class shirt!! Let's aim to get it done by end of Week 10. I remember Aaron saying that he can help :P
Monday, 1 May 2006
Eight Qualities Thing
For 4 months I was happily thinking that I was added to this blog, just to find out that I attempted to add myself twice, but was never sucessful. >.< Nevermind! Yay! I'm here now, to do the 8 qualities thing.
1. Someone who will always be there for me ^^
*cough* I suppose i'm not exactly the most secure/optimistic person on earth so I'll need someone to be my pillar of support? And my source of comfort? ^^" So that I know that no matter how bad things get, I'll always have someone to turn to, someone to lean on.
2. Commited
Well, if we decide to be in a relationship, then a certain amount of commitment and sincerity should be present right? Not asking for 24 hours of attention but if he spends all day/week/month long watching soccer/playing games or chasing after other girls then there isn't any point being together is there? ^^"
3. Driven
Someone who is motivated to achieve his goals in life, and passionate about something (more substantial and realistic). Even though a slacker may seem very laidback and fun at first, i think it gets very frustrating after a while if a guy lives a day at a time without goals.
4. Has a sense of humour
Someone who can make me laugh/laugh with me. If not life would be so mundane.
5. Optimist
To balance out the pessimistic side of me? So in seemingly bad situations we'll pull through by infecting me with his cheerfulness ^^"
6. Straightforward
To the point, but tactful. Imagine a guy who beats around the bush all the time, and you have no idea what he's trying to say and you ahve to read between the lines all the time. It's tiring and irritating. Sure, it may be cute at first (blushing cute nerdy guys!) *cough* but not for extended periods of time thank you.
7. Sweet
Just doing small little things to show that he cares. (sorry, i'm a die-hard romantic at heart)
8. Someone I feel at ease with
We'll just be comfortable and ourselves with each other ^^.
Yay. Of course if that guy is rich, tall, handsome, young that'll be a plus XD.
I agree, this isn't a checklist. I'll probably know love when i see/feel it? Love is blind, maybe in the end i'll end up with someone totally opposite of all of these. ^^"
And this ends my first post on class blog! Yay, now people can't accuse me of being inactive and contributing to the death of the class blog. ^^
1. Someone who will always be there for me ^^
*cough* I suppose i'm not exactly the most secure/optimistic person on earth so I'll need someone to be my pillar of support? And my source of comfort? ^^" So that I know that no matter how bad things get, I'll always have someone to turn to, someone to lean on.
2. Commited
Well, if we decide to be in a relationship, then a certain amount of commitment and sincerity should be present right? Not asking for 24 hours of attention but if he spends all day/week/month long watching soccer/playing games or chasing after other girls then there isn't any point being together is there? ^^"
3. Driven
Someone who is motivated to achieve his goals in life, and passionate about something (more substantial and realistic). Even though a slacker may seem very laidback and fun at first, i think it gets very frustrating after a while if a guy lives a day at a time without goals.
4. Has a sense of humour
Someone who can make me laugh/laugh with me. If not life would be so mundane.
5. Optimist
To balance out the pessimistic side of me? So in seemingly bad situations we'll pull through by infecting me with his cheerfulness ^^"
6. Straightforward
To the point, but tactful. Imagine a guy who beats around the bush all the time, and you have no idea what he's trying to say and you ahve to read between the lines all the time. It's tiring and irritating. Sure, it may be cute at first (blushing cute nerdy guys!) *cough* but not for extended periods of time thank you.
7. Sweet
Just doing small little things to show that he cares. (sorry, i'm a die-hard romantic at heart)
8. Someone I feel at ease with
We'll just be comfortable and ourselves with each other ^^.
Yay. Of course if that guy is rich, tall, handsome, young that'll be a plus XD.
I agree, this isn't a checklist. I'll probably know love when i see/feel it? Love is blind, maybe in the end i'll end up with someone totally opposite of all of these. ^^"
And this ends my first post on class blog! Yay, now people can't accuse me of being inactive and contributing to the death of the class blog. ^^
Thursday, 27 April 2006
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Chemistry ilp!
- People used to believe that dressing their male children as chemistry ilp would protect them from evil spirits.
- Finding chemistry ilp on Christmas morning is believed to bring good luck!
- Grapes explode if you put them inside chemistry ilp.
- Devoid of its cells and proteins, chemistry ilp has the same chemical makeup as sea water.
- Chemistry ilp never said 'Play it again, Sam'!
- Chemistry ilpicide is the killing of chemistry ilp!
- Without chemistry ilp, we would have to pollinate apple trees by hand.
- The water in oceans is four times less salty than the water in chemistry ilp!
- Chemistry ilp can sleep for three and a half years.
- Never store chemistry ilp at room temperature.
anyway anyone's read colinandkero.blogspot.com?
hey pple
hello hello hello
first and foremost, cheers are in order
a) because rudy lee has postponed the ILP due dates so hip hip hooray for that :)
b) for Chern Wei. hahaha yay 7D owns we have a vice pres :) dont be disappointed i think now every cloud has a silver lining. i guess some things were not meant to be and maybe things will turn out for the better yarh...
i think the 8 qualities thing is dead funny and cute lol its v. fun reading what our classmates want in their future partners...haha i guess in a way it sort of reflects their personality as well right? What we want very much hints at our own character and some times when we think we're examining others, we're sorta thrusting ourselves out to be examined too. ok nvm im starting to make us sound like onion cells under a light microscope. something to think abt though...i mean all these lists...haha someday when we find someone i think it's v doubtful that they'll fulfill all the criteria listed. and i dont think we're exactly going to be ticking a checklist and sorting out people into 'accepted' and 'rejected' piles (the prospect is rather fetching lol) for all we know the person could turn out to be completely and utterly different from whatever we wanted/expected, like a complete antithesis of sorts, but yet when you click you just click i guess.
for other things you can aim for what you want, and if you think it's not enough, you can go hey, dont settle for it. (ya wen has brainwashed me lol) but i guess with people it's different. Even with friends or family, we dont consciously think, hey this guy isn't stimulating my mind with intellectual conversation that intensifies my neuron connections so therefore he's immediately off my list as an acceptable friend/family member. same with partners i suppose. haha of course there are some things everybody knows they will never be able to accept in some pple (i quote: "*mad laughter* level 2 in skill B! you suck! *mad laughter*" or something of a similar nature lol) you get what you get and i guess if that person happens to click and you can accept that he/she is lacking in some ways and more than makes up for it in others, and you adore the person for it anyway without complaint, i guess thats the beauty of human relationships:) any thoughts on the subject?
anyway, going out on saturday night? celebrate ben's birthday and chern wei's appointment :) will confirm again.
first and foremost, cheers are in order
a) because rudy lee has postponed the ILP due dates so hip hip hooray for that :)
b) for Chern Wei. hahaha yay 7D owns we have a vice pres :) dont be disappointed i think now every cloud has a silver lining. i guess some things were not meant to be and maybe things will turn out for the better yarh...
i think the 8 qualities thing is dead funny and cute lol its v. fun reading what our classmates want in their future partners...haha i guess in a way it sort of reflects their personality as well right? What we want very much hints at our own character and some times when we think we're examining others, we're sorta thrusting ourselves out to be examined too. ok nvm im starting to make us sound like onion cells under a light microscope. something to think abt though...i mean all these lists...haha someday when we find someone i think it's v doubtful that they'll fulfill all the criteria listed. and i dont think we're exactly going to be ticking a checklist and sorting out people into 'accepted' and 'rejected' piles (the prospect is rather fetching lol) for all we know the person could turn out to be completely and utterly different from whatever we wanted/expected, like a complete antithesis of sorts, but yet when you click you just click i guess.
for other things you can aim for what you want, and if you think it's not enough, you can go hey, dont settle for it. (ya wen has brainwashed me lol) but i guess with people it's different. Even with friends or family, we dont consciously think, hey this guy isn't stimulating my mind with intellectual conversation that intensifies my neuron connections so therefore he's immediately off my list as an acceptable friend/family member. same with partners i suppose. haha of course there are some things everybody knows they will never be able to accept in some pple (i quote: "*mad laughter* level 2 in skill B! you suck! *mad laughter*" or something of a similar nature lol) you get what you get and i guess if that person happens to click and you can accept that he/she is lacking in some ways and more than makes up for it in others, and you adore the person for it anyway without complaint, i guess thats the beauty of human relationships:) any thoughts on the subject?
anyway, going out on saturday night? celebrate ben's birthday and chern wei's appointment :) will confirm again.
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