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The Madman™

PTC: K.O.

No computer, no handphone, no TV, no football, not even newspapers.

Just books, notes and fullscap.

GG no RM!

Damn CT results. Damn predators. Damn EOYs.

I hate school.

Thank God it's Friday? Fuck it.

Five minutes to blog, finally.

The week-long holidays sucked. Nine days, minus three for camp, two for extra lessons, one for Bible Quiz (BQ) training and one for the actual BQ. Sounds like BBQ huh? Don't ask me why I joined, simply a waste of my precious time. And I'm not even a Christian.

This week nothing much happened. Pretty boring. Met Jack Neo, not the fake one, the real one, at Jurong Point yesterday after CIP (which was pretty fun too). I first saw him. He was wearing bright orange.

I saw him walking our way in the distance with a lady in black and I thought he looked like Jack Neo. Maybe his clone or long lost twin brother. Then when he got closer, I confirmed it was him. And I saw both Liang Dao Yans walk past each other. The fake Liang Dao Yan is Liang Zheng Yao, just FYI.

I told ChengWei and ZhengYao, but they didn't believe me. Then when we walked on a few more steps, a huge group of Dunno-Which Secondary School students walked past us and shouted: Liang Zhi Qiang leh!

It was then that they were convinced and went to take a second look. Both of them didn't want to take in down, on photo at that, but I would have if I had a camera phone.

So that's about what has been happening.

Tomorrow is the ideal day to pon school.

First - Biology, Yong Tau Foo: Bad enough.
Biology Class Test: Even worse.
Next - Chinese, Kam Yong Chuan: Bad enough too.
Chinese Class Test: Even, even worse.
Then - English Oral Examination after school: Worst.
Finally - Secondary Three talk for parents-cum-Parent-Teacher Conference: That's it, man!

As if we're all not stressed up enough, with the final year examinations just round the corner. All these shit is enough to get you all frussed up, but all in one day?!

F it. I hate school.

The Madman™

BB September Leadership-cum-CE Camp

The term has just ended, and, what do you know, I'm off again, to camp. And for those who still don't know it, CE stands for Christianity Education. Dots.

Let me summarise it roughly for you. I want to keep this post short. Hopefully I can do that for just this once.

The camp was from Friday (6.40pm, 1 Sept 2006) to (11am, 3 Sept 2006). It was rather fun. At least to me. And for the Secondary 3 NCOs (appointment holders). Slack for us, tough for others.

Nothing much done on the first day. Daniel and I planned and carried out the night games for the whole company. KengThiam was praising us for the good job...

NCOs played late-night football for two hours while the others were asleep (or pretending to be in their crampy, stuffy classrooms), from around12.30am to 2.30am.

Felt super tired the next day. Went for 25km (actually meant to be 20km, but it turned out to be 25km for my team all thanks to NingYang's 'professional nagivational' skills) hike. From Nan Hua High to somewhere in Toh Tuck, to Little Guilin, to Woodlands, to Mandai. Ran much of the way. Overtook the team before us and nearly overtook the first team.

The destination, which was our campsite for the night was hell. Wild, uneven, thorny, bug-infested grass. Potholes. Sand. Toads. Giant red ants. No water, no lights. No pee area.

At least our team got a decent dinner, as we finished the hike first.

Next morning, another 8km to Upper Seletar Reservoir in two hours.

I'm now just damn shagged. Muscles aching everywhere. Bruises and cuts, which I don't know how I got, all over.

So, to summarise the summary, it will go something like this: 3days, 2 nights. Crappy campsite. 3 hours of football. 33km in 5 hours. 2 hours of sleep. Tired.

And now, I'll have to go to school for nearly everyday of the week. For lessons or workshops or for CCA. Just crap.

That's why I hate holidays too. It's just called holidays for show. Okay, I'll go rest now. Zzzzzz...

The Madman™

P.S. If you're wondering why this post came out only after so long, it's because I accidentally saved this as a draft instead of publishing it.

Botak

Hello, you people would probably have noticed, I (along with ChengWei and ZhengYao) have gone BOTAK!

What prompted me to make that lame and stupid move?
Firstly, B. Lim. She caught me on Monday for having long hair and for having my ball not in a plastic bag (guess what happened to the ball next?). She told me to get my hair cut by the following day. Quite an unreasonable demand, considering she told me that at 5.45pm and most barbers close at around 6pm.

Secondly, because stylo.

Thirdly, I had always wanted to shave skinhead or botak. But since I'm not as daring as to shave skin, I went for the second best.

Fourthly, ZhengYao claimed that he would give me $5 if I really shave botak, such that every strand is shorter than 1cm. Notice he only claimed it. (Now I realise that even if he gives it to me, I still lose out. By $10. Because I shaved it, then went to trim it again for $7 as it looked to cock. Btw, Ginza Plaza Level 3 Raihan barber are scammers.)

Lastly, I was inspired. By the posters on my bedroom wall.
Inspiration #1:

Andridy Shevchenko

Inspiration #2:

Notice the botaks (circled in red) like Podolski. The ones circled in blue are skinheads.

Why do football players like to have little or no hair? Why can't they all be like Ronaldinho?

LOLs. Now I look like a mix of Zhong Guo Bo Da, Houxu, Chow Yun Fatt, Shevchenko, Brock Lesnar, The Rock and the old me. Also known as a RETARD. LOL.

And the three of us look like San Ge Hao Ren!

Go ahead, laugh.

Today I was on my way home back from school when it started to rain. I was stranded at the bus-stop near my house. LOL.

Here's how the sky looked when I left the school.

Mai siao siao, flash on hor!

Here's one with the flash off.

Thank god for the sheltered pathway all the way across the over-head bridge to the bus-stop.

NUS High School of Maths and Science are really rich, man. Well, but thank god for their shelter.

Oh, and I took a fairly interesting video after BQ. Check it out. It's not very clear on YouTube, but the original's obviously much clearer.

Also, if you want to know more on the interesting stuff we do, go to ChengWei's blog too. Link's in my sidebar.

Okay, I'm pretty tired now, so I'll stop here. Kam, Liu, Yong... Enough said.

The Madman™

How does it feel?

Woots~! I can hardly believe it myself. After failing four out of six subjects, I actually got 25/30 for English, when 16 out of 38 in my class failed. KNN, that's the highest among all the classes that Joy Koh teaches.

I got full marks for the first section. I got four out of five vocab questions WRONG. And I got 14/15 for my summary.

Unbelievable huh?

LOL... Wanna know the secret on how to score well for English? Draw the Nike swoosh logo on your exam paper. I did. So did ChengWei. He got 22/30. He got less 'cos he did not colour the swoosh and write 'JUST DO IT'.

I'm happy, yes, but not that extremely elated about it all. 'Cos one good pass doesn't change the fact that I did horribly for this Common Test.

And I'm pretty stressed out by lots of stuff, from Maths homework (why has Mr Liu become so crazy) to other stuff like meeting up with an old man.

Anyways, since I'm in a pretty good mood today, I'll share some photos with you.
Photos from my trip in London last year. Enjoy.

The Big Ben (da ben zhong, lol)

Beautiful scenary of sunset and lake. And BIRDS!! Lol... Bird Tong Chai. Kena bird flu then know...

Fog in the distance.

Oh, and I found some more pictures we took when there. Pictures of 'houses'!

Haha, hope you enjoyed all the photos. So sad now so difficult and dangerous to go there with all the terrorist stuff and all...

Oh, and Chelsea lost, AGAIN. This time to Mee Rebus-Marlboro-Whatever-their-club-name-is. Haha. And Man U is on a winning spree. Dominating!

Okay, until the next time, good day/night/morning/noon/afternoon/evening/luck/bye*.

(*Delete as appropriate.)

The Madman™

Post number 50! (Never thought I'd ever reach even half a hundred)

LOL... Saw this on the news on TV recently:

The war between teens and authority figures has a new -- or old -- front: ears. British shopkeepers tired of teenage loiterers have turned to the Mosquito teen repellent, which emits a high-pitch frequency that most teenagers can hear -- but not most adults.

But now teens have struck back against the Mosquito: They are using the same sound to communicate without adults' knowledge.

At issue is a text-message ringtone that emits the same pitch as the Mosquito. Using it, students can learn about a new message while they're in class -- where they're not supposed to be using their cellphones. Most of their teachers can't hear the alert.

Inventor Howard Stapleton, creator of the Mosquito teen repellent, says only a few people over age 30 can hear the Mosquito's sound. He and his 16-year-old daughter Isabel talk to Melissa Block about the sound, which has been dubbed "Teen Buzz."


According to the report, many teenagers are downloading that high-frequency Mosquito Ringtone. It's supposed to be so that youngsters like most of you and me can here it, but most adults over 25 years of age can't.

Cool huh?

Oh, and I finally managed to get hold of my own photo of my mohawk.



There. I used up a quarter of my wax on that. Enough wax to keep it from being flattened back down, but not enough to keep it standing up properly either. Just to let you have a rough idea of the amount of wax I used, I had to shampoo and wash my hair three times before all of it was totally gotten rid off. LOL.

I just remembered, I forgot to post about this in my previous post. Mathilda got ousted from singapore Idol! WTF... This is so not a singing competition anymore. I mean, how can??? Are the people deaf (cos they can't hear that her singing's way better than all the other contestants added up), blind (maybe they took down the wrong number to SMS or call) or have no brains (cos they just stupidly voted her out, when Joakim's still in)? Nothing against Joakim, he's real sporty, and has personality, but to be frank, he can't sing well. Most of you should know that too.

Oh, and supposedly, the blue-tied people in our school will be looking for me soon. About the petition. And the petition will most likely be handed over to Mrs B. Lim.

Let me say this first. The NHHS student council is supposed to help the students with our problems. It's called student wellfare. And especially if our problem involves hundreds of dollars. So if I tell them about my, I'm sorry, I meant our, problems, and they get us to even deeper shit, then they all suck and should be shot in the head.

And yes, I am having some problems with certain few people who are tens of years older than me who act like they care and constantly bother me. Who act like they are my fatheror something when they're NOT. Bastards.

And now, I have something against basketball too. Because the basketball players are starting to act like softball players. Fuck you, it's not that I don't dare beat you or kick your basketball over the fence when it rolled over to the volleyball court. I believe you will get your retribution. No need for me to have revenge and get into more shit.

I just feel more and more hatred in me, and believe me, I wasn't like this before. I was born normal and cheery. But in the world we're in, everyone's bound to hate. For example, in a world where cheap bastards steal anything from your handphone and iPod, to stationary, to even $0.90, you're bound to hate the people around you. In a world where you're singled out and oppressed, and not given the rights to freedom of speach, for eight hours everyday, you're bound to hate.

Hoo~ Shen hu xi...

Okay, something lighter now.

FOOTBALL WEEKLY Issue 219 (16 AUG 06 - 22 AUG 06):
Why is the No. 10 jersey held in such high regard?

Unlike nowadays when numbers like 16, 24, and even 42 are commonplace on players' jerseys, in the past squad numbers were assigned strictly according to the player's position on the field.
For example, the fullbacks donned No.2 (right back) and No.3 (left back) shirts; with central defenders wearing numbers 4 and 5. The right-winger wore No.7 while the left-sided midfielder had the No.11 shirt with the two central midfielders wearing No.6 and 8.
The No.10 was worn by the main striker (his partner wore No.9) or the main attacking playmaker, hence the importance.
Furthermore, over the years players like Pele, Eusebio, Michel Platini and Diego Maradonna elevated the No.10 shirt to cult status with their genius.

I think maybe they forgot Ronaldinho and Jerry Ang. LOL. ChengWei's No.9, just for your information.

Okay, I'll stop here for now.

The Madman™

A Harmless Blog Post

Okay, so the Common Tests are finally over. But, hey, what's there to rejoice about? As I will put it, the end of one shit marks the start of other shit.

Now, after the Common Tests, are the Common Tests RESULTS. And it won't be long before all our parents know our bad grades, and freedom's gone again.

Meanwhile, more shit has already started. You would, and should, be thinking that now after the Commons Tests, I would be relaxing and enjoying. Unfortunately, no, that is NOT the case. I'll have to complete Skill Practice 6A, 6B and 6C for A Math, one bao zhang bao dao for Chinese, AND write some assfuck bullcrap apology letters to all the teachers who teach our class (for talking during their lessons, when half the class also is and with the other half sleeping). All by tomorrow.

So fucking sian... Life's just heading downhill.

My Common Tests grades? I failed three out of five papers that have been returned.

I passed E Math and Biology with 19/35 and 30/50 respectively.

I failed A Math by one and a half marks (that fucking sucks man). Failed Chemistry by also one and a half marks (ARGHH!!). And failed Social Studies (gasp!) by half a mark (*bang* bullet through brain).

I had expected to fail A Math and Chemistry, but if I had failed by something like five marks, I would at least feel... More fu qi. One and a half marks!! And I had left the last page of my A Math (worth 13 marks) undone, and the last five pages of my Chemistry (worth 15 marks) undone too. If I had more time, say five minutes more for each paper, I would have passed both!

I'm most pissed by the A Math paper. Our dear Mr Kam Yong Chuan (a.k.a. Gan Ni Nah) started the paper at 7.50am, the moment he stepped into the class. He wrote the time on the whiteboard even before the students could all bring their bags out and their stationary in. Then he issued us the papers. By the time everyone got their papers, 5 minutes out of the 60 minutes for the paper had been wasted. Then during the test, he went around calling people to tuck their shirts in, and even took away their calculators until he was satisfied with the state of condition of our uniforms. Lucky for me, my shirt was tucked in, but with his pausing by your table, tugging at the end your shirt to check if it was tucked in, and looking over and casting his shadow across your table while you do your work is also damned distracting. Then he gives everyone that sadistic ticko smile.

Teachers like him and Yong deserves a big slap right across their bitch faces. Make that two.

For Social Studies, I was sure I should at least pass. That was one paper I was quite confident of. I wrote lots of stuff and even stating Switzerland's example of a citizen's army and stuff. Damn, those who wrote all the shit about diplomacy when the question asked about the most important DETERRENT even passed!

Now out of the subjects that remain to be returned, I can only be sure of a pass for Physics.

Arrghhh!!! Don't even feel like thinking about Common Tests now.

Let's talk about something else, say the happenings at school in the past week.

We did a professional "movie trailer" titled The Restroom. It looks damn cool but also damn retarded at the same time. Entirely filmed and editted on handphone in our school's fourth floor gents beside the science laboratories. Directed by Liang Dao Yan (Liang Zheng Yao). LOL.

KengThiam tried asking me to church again. You can pretty much guess my reply.

By the way, all this while, no one was out of BB. 'Cause you'll have to fill in a CCA quitting form before you are officially out of the BB. In other words, those who are "no longer in BB" are actually so because KengThiam don't want them in, and are not really no longer in BB.

So there's a parade tomorrow and everyone's to turn up. Attire's only BB Polo Tee and PT shorts.

We had been playing football with 301 for the past week. Yesterday, we played against them again. We (all non-301 dudes, including Kel and gang who never passes) were down by two goals. Both were own goals, in other words they were incapable of scoring one at all.

I kept running up and down, assisting and supporting Marcus and ZT. At least Marcus passes, unlike certain people who won't even pass when they get themselves stuck in a situation where they are cornered by three to four people.

Finally I scored a goal for our side. ZT was dribbling, and kept dribbling, despite being tackled by three of their defenders. He didn't want to pass to me when I was unmarked, right in front of the goalpost. Then he lost the ball. Then ZT started shouting at me to get the ball, like I was the one who lost possesion of it. I had to run for the ball and take a shot, before Aaron beat me to it.

I took the shot, it rebounded off Aaron's knee, and I quickly raised my leg higher to hit it back. And by a stroke of luck, I scored.

Then Jasper started to KPKB. Saying how tyco it is and stuff. Hey, shut your bitch mouth man. I scored, tyco or not, you didn't. And if ZT had passed the ball to me say three seconds earlier, I would have a clear shot and scored likewise.

I must admit I should have scored one earlier, but wasted the opportunity. Because I did not know which box in the fence was their goal, so when a cross by Marcus came my way, I grounded it, and not wanting to waste the opportunity by scoring the wrong box, passed it to Kel. And he did not score. We both were just less than two metres away from the goal.

Then Kel dribble the ball all the way up the left flank later in the game, amazingly without losing possesion of the ball. It was our chance of equalising. Both ChengWei and I were standing right in front of the goal, waiting if he ever decided to pass. When LiXuan went out of his goal area to tackle Kel, he passed the ball to me. But ChengWei, not wanting me to score a double, decided to steal my kill. He ran up and intercepted the ball before it reached me and kicked it. LOL, and it went to high. NICE MISS MAN! Dang, come to think of it, I could have scored a hat-trick.

Then Kel started swearing and pushed my head in frustration after the game. Fuck, it also wasn't me who missed that shot. I'm not blaming ChengWei here, it's only a game. I'm just pissed off by the fact that everyone thinks that they're so good when they scored nothing, and start being stuck up and scolding and swearing at others. Who in this case, actually score.

Today, it was 302 (Kel and gang as usual) against the rest. It was a draw, 1-1 (amazing considering the fact that ZhengYao kept trying to score own goals). As usual, they scored nothing. They led us by one goal due to an own goal by YanWei. ChengWei scored the equaliser, which made up for the blunder he made yesterday.

Moral of the story: If you think you're so high up, and start to get proud and complacent, you DETIORORATE. You will not improve, while others do.

So now even football is starting to suck, and we are also not able to play after school. EVERYTHING ABOUT SCHOOL SEEM TO SUCK MORE AND MORE.

Oh, and check out MrBrown's latest podcast. Mee Siam, mai ham.

LOL... I'm obsessed with moonwalks and dancing slide moves.
Cool man. So lame. Whatever.

Michael Jackson's concert. Observe the moonwalk.


Now try learning it yourself with the help of this video.


Even if you don't learn it, you're bound to be inspired by the videos.

Okay, I'll have to end here for now.

The Madman™

Common Tests Week 1

Alright, I can't take it anymore. I need a break.

All this revision for the Common Tests is driving me nuts!

I totally screwed both of the papers today. Maths was fucking easy, but I had not enough time to complete the second last question and I left the entire last question blank. For Geography, it was the same case. I simply had not enough time.

Then for the whole day it was fucking sian and I got into a little trouble with Donald Duck (a.k.a. Mdm Yong Tau Foo Delights).

The previous papers were English, Chemistry and Social Studies.
English was alright, if not a little easy.
Chemistry was copable, though I also could not finish the last four or five pages. So I ended up doing like 28 marks worth of questions out of 50 marks. Good game...
Social Studies was alright, and I think I should pass with slightly higher than just a boderline one, say maybe 8/13?

Tomorrow will be the killer papers. A Math and Biology.

What the hell is Linear Law? How do you write all those Sets with squiggly lines and weird 'R's and 'N's and 'Z's?

For Biology, I don't even know what chapters are being tested. I don't really think that Donald Duck has been teaching anything. Miss, I mean Mdm, Loke was way better. I was the top student for Biology in Sec 1 and in the first semester of this year becasue of her (and also I clever lah).

So tomorrow, I can be mentally prepared for two red underlined marks.

And so, the failing spree has begun...

...

So what's been up lately, besides all the Common Tests shit? Hmm...

Houxu the Frog died. He died on Friday, 11 August. We found him partially submerged, with his head in the water and all four limbs wide open, floating on the surface of the shallow water in our tank. It's death has been classified as unnatural, and there are could be many causes for its death.
Here are some possible causes:
Starvation.
Food poisoning from eating too much of its own shit that Joel fed.
Eating too much millipedes.
Eating an earthworm and a bee.
Eating fish food when it is a frog.
Killed by other two frogs.

I have loads of stuff that I see that I want to share, like the decomposted Houxu that has now been reduced to a pile of black stuff and bones, but unfortunately, I do not have a camera wherever I go. In fact, I do not even have a camera.

Take today for example. I had my hair styled mohawk after school and used up a quarter of my Gatsby Wax doing so. And I couldn't even take a photo of my completed work. ChengWei had his hair in 'hurricane style' and YewHung also tried a mohawk, but his hair was short and it ended up more like Beckham style. They all took lots of photos of their hair, and of each other's, and mine too. So now, they have the photo of my mohawk, and not me.

And ZhengYao's going to send it to everyone on the train who have their Bluetooth on. Like he did the day before when I styled my hair mohawk with water just for fun.

(Later, I walked to the bus-stop with JingXuan and YewHung with my mohawk still on, but it wasn't so weird. But after they left, I was alone, and I decided to flatten my hair back down, or look like a mental case and get lots of stares. Or worse still, risk letting a member of the public take a photo of me in my school uniform and sending it to Mrs B. Lim or Mr Foo. However, I tried to flatten my hair back down to no avail. So I still ended up looking like a retarded monkey with overgrown hair on a bad hair day.

When I got on my bus I realised that Sarah on the same bus too, and she must have taught how retarded I am. That seriously sucks.)

I should get a phone. A proper one, not some lousy Nokia 8210 which constantly hangs. I want one that has colour. I want one that can play polyphonic ring tones and music. I want one that has a camera. I want one that can take videos. I want one that can store MP3 music. I want one that has Bluetooth. I want one that I can play games like FIFA Street on.

Unfortunately, I do not have the cash, and my parents won't buy me one. Not only after two years, when my contract is up will I get a new phone. A phone that costs $0 when I subscrobe for a new plan.

If only I had a million bucks......

Lol... Anyway, for the past week, we had been constantly harrassing who else but our lovely OSO (whatever that means) Chua Kim Sang (a.k.a Yi Hou & Cai Xian Sheng). He had been watering the plants right under our block during the end of our recess. No, let me correct that. He had been playing with water with his gun-like water spray and hose, spraying at the floor, the wooden bench there, and the red car parked there everyday.

We would start shouting his name, and shouting for him not to waste the school's resources. And also for him to stop spraying at that poor red Nissan March. When he looked over, we would run away. Damn, if I had a camera video phone I would have taken everything down.

Once, YewHung even detached the hose from the water tap and poor Mr Chua was so puzzled with why his water supply was suddenly cut off. He started examining his gun-like water spray and, oh! you should have seen the expression on his face!

And yesterday, during the free enrichment periods, we stalked him and took photos of him. Then we went from class to class, standing outside the classrooms, sending his photos to whoever who had their Bluetooth on. LOL!

On Monday, we had a long talk with Mr Aurelius Yeo after school... You can roughly guess the content. The following day, KengThiam sent me some shit SMS which went like:
For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand, and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.
Isiah 41:13

Does he think I need help? LOL... HE needs help.

And for the past few days, ChengWei and WeiCong had been downloading lame songs such as 把钱还给我吧, the 西关大少 theme song, Barney and Friends and a Hokkien Speeding song. And in case you don't know yet, Mr Dai is officially 西关大少 (no points for guessing why).

Oh, crap, I think I'm getting too engrossed with blogging, just look at how long this post is now... Better go back to study now. Before my parents return.

The Madman™