Deja Vu

Today was the most happening day in a long time, happening in the sense that lots of things happened. Stuff that can be actually remembered 1 month down the road, 1 year, or possibly in 10s of years time. Or maybe not, as I tend to make myself forget the not-exactly-pleasant stuff and my sis constantly complains about my lack of memory and facial recognition and anything that involves memory. That's why I'll write it down here, and even if the metal circuits of my computer decay and melt, or the neurons in my brain cease to make the connections that would allow me to remember these events, these words and record of events will be left floating around in the large web of cyberspace (or until a hacker decides to wipe the storage space of blogger). Hrmm, do I sound emo again? I guess so right. O wells, I'll just let it out and be done with it.

Starting with the fun stuff: We had cake today. CAKU. I like cake, especially sponge cake, and especially not cheesecake; I really can't freaking stand cheesecake. I took three helpings of said cake. =x I bet no one knew that, I'm sorry. But you wouldn't deny a skinny frail boy of his food, would you? Heh. Thanks goes to the not-sofa-but-chair man, otherwise known as monster (by 1 person), for being pro-active in acquiring cake and generous in spreading the cake around. Thanks. Arigatou.

In related news, we threw someone into the pond. To all the teachers who may possibly read this blog, no we didn't do that, I'm just joking. To everyone else, we really did that, I'm not joking. The benefits of being a boarder are few and far between, but being able to change out of a moss-stained soaked school uniform in the shortest time possible is a definitely a plus point of being a scholar. We thought we needed a lot of people, but in the end Mr. Abovementioned and Ezra could double-handedly pull the stunt off. Not that Mr. Birthday-boy provided much resistance, though he could if he wanted to. He played along really well and the stunt was a success. Goodjob guys.

Oh, and the other fun stuff that happened today was the TOK presentation. It was somehow quite amusing, much more than I predicted, expected, or planned. The whole class was here today, as Mr. Koh was off slacking a bit, but I guess he can afford to, being the owning teacher that he is. Oh, and I didn't manage to pay attention to Stanford's prosu presentation because I was busy doing up my powerpoint from last year... I guess it's my loss. But yay! The first mock presentation is over, now I can prepare for Mock ToK Presentations numbers 2 to 15. 'scuse me while I go work on it.

On to serious stuff: Life is made of cycles; the same events happening over and over again, repeatedly, never-ending, continuously, yes you get the idea. Everything is destined, and the stars predict that which will happen, or so that's what determinists and astrologers believe. I find it slightly amusing that though I don’t consciously subscribe to these schools of thoughts, I can't help but find similarities between the past and the present, or rather, multiple past events and events of today. It gives me the sense of déjà vu, not in the actual meaning of that phrase, but just that I find the past actually repeating itself in the present.

I made a girl angry, up till the point that she shouted at me. And for that I am really sorry. (I don't know if she still reads this blog but I'll just say it) I don't remember actually doing anything like this before, excluding instances with my sister, and as far as I can remember, the next closest instance where I made a girl hate me (if only for awhile, o wait, I'm not sure on that) was in primary school because I went all out to win and did something quite despicable. I guess some things don't change, as Jun Yi tells me that that's my largest weakness in fighting games. As for reasons leading up to that event, I shall not disclose much, but it reminds me of events that happened half a year ago, when I was emo (see earlier posts).

I was looking tru my box of trinkets and memories just the other day, and I remembered something I left in there almost exactly a year ago. It was an old Quest, incomplete due to weakness of will, and left behind to collect dust. It wasn’t too late to complete the Quest though, there was still time. It’s been a year, and things have progressed a full circle, or does that count as no progress at all. I completed the Quest today, it’s another thing off my mind, I can finally lay that to rest now. I know my limits, the young child cannot afford to swim in the deep dark ocean, he can only paddle close to the shore, where the shallow water is, and that’s where he will be safe, eternally. Jean could only hope and dream of plundering the nest of golden eggs, for the climb was perilous, and just a slip would result in his downfall, both figuratively and literally. Isn’t it better if he stayed below the tree, enjoying it’s overarching branches and the shade it gives, rather than risking the little he had for the infinite reward so freaking far away?

Dreams are generally categorized as pleasant experiences, a reward for giving your body much needed rest. If the mind is cluttered and confused, the dreams may turn into nightmares, where upon awaking one would be highly thankful that it was only a dream / nightmare. But what if the dream was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, it was just plain factual, events that happened in front of you; while you stand there paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch? This Dream crept up on me, silently, and it showed me an event, and it showed me my reaction to it. I did not expect myself to react like that, but maybe the dream is the way your subconscious communicates with your conscious, and I would subconsciously react like that if the situation really occurred. As the length of the sleep was short, and the environment not entirely peaceful, parts of reality drifted into my dream and mingled with fiction, resulting in this maelstrom of fractured reality and truthful fiction. O wells it’s just a dream, screw that shit.

Oh, and I met Cleon Niger Fggot Wong after school and he showed me the game he created. It’s scary the difference in stuff that IB/JC and Poly people study when we’re the same age. Now’s not the most appropriate time to mule over next best alternatives forgone when making decisions such as let’s join IB lol, there will be a time and place for that after Nov 20 2009.

And on to older stuff that I forgot / slacked and didn’t manage to post over the past few days:

I have new specs. Yay. That was the new look thingy I hinted in the previous post. How many of you actually predicted that? I like it, and whatever you think, comments are freely welcomed but I like my specs and think it’s cool and it fits me so there. Why do I sound insecure? XD. Oh, and because of said specs I am now officially a Jonas-wannabe – Be it as a Jonas brother (courtesy of Uncle Edna), a 6.5 Jonas emulator, or a let’s-match-specs with “Jonas” person. Lolwut.

I watched Breakout the “extreme dance comedy” at the esplanade on Sunday the 15^th of February 2009, with my sister. It was only about an hour and 20 minutes long, but considering that it is mostly about people break dancing, and that there were only 10 people in the whole cast of the show, it must have been quite taxing on them. The humour in the show was universal, and language was not much of a barrier to understanding the plot. Korean English is equally awesome as Japanese English – it’s always amusing to hear those two accents, provided you can actually make out what they are saying. I had a relatively good seat, and after discount it was priced at $64.80 (which my sister treated me to because I ran out of money). What was amazing was that seated near us were this group of 8 young kids, aged around 9 to 14, accompanied by three adults. My sister and I both marveled that these kids were so fortunate enough to be able to enjoy such events at such tender ages, luxuries we and prolly most other people didn’t have. Times have changed.

Spot the pattern:
A big sea of delocalized electrons floating, gravitating, homing inside. Joules kilovolts length (m), not often pronounced, quite random. Seriously? This. <-- Understand? Very weird. x_X Yawn zZzZ

And this is Jonny’s version:
"A barbaric captain doesn't eat fish. Generally, he instead jumps knaves, losing momentarily. No one purposely questions, ridicules, steals, tortures, unless very weary." ~ Xerxes, Yellow Zephyr

I still like mine better.

Why do bees hum?
Cause they forgot the words.