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.

Hi to you

Hi to you. It's 2.20am here. Clearly the owner and guest writer of this blog have screwed up internal clocks. @Cherilyn - Nice sleep at 9am and wake up at 12pm.

Okay I'm bored once again, so I've decided to post a post a day, like what I attempted to do last time but failed. And since I'm going on a year-end holiday trip to Melbourne, I shall stop posting once I leave the country, which is somewhere around the 6-7th of December, which is.... 3 days time. Yes that's right. With my awesome planning to be lazy and slack, I shall create the impression that I'm hardworking and posting once a day, but because of certain commitments, such as catching a plane to fly off to a desert country full of kangerooos and err... ex-convicts, I shall be forced to stop posting once a day. =) (note that I never mentioned whether I would continue blogging once a day once I return, so you should not bring that up either)

Okay, and today's first of a few random topics would be... Name Calling. Not like "you nincompoop" and "@&^$*(%*", but rather your real given name. Yes, that one written on your birth cert and I.C., and whatever official identification that you have. Hrmm, for those of you ignorant people who haven't heard of my wonderfully awesome name, and it is not "Dneo, Huhx, Shadowelf, etc", it is Darrell. Okay so what does Darrell mean? I had the opportunity to check a baby name book a few days back, when I went out with my mum and sis to shop. And I don't shop, so I just stared at people frying ice cream parfait (pronounced PAR-FAT(not.), actual pronounciation from the m-w website is... PAR-FAYE, so ya, go impress your friends) and browsed through books at MPH. A small prize for guessing which part of small small Singapore we went to that day. So in the book, under 'Boys A-G', I found Darrell. Yay. It's french in origin, and means beloved (of course), darling (naturally), and.... grove of oak trees (WTF). Okay, great, so I was named after a grove of oak trees. Or rather, I'm named AS a freaking grove of oak trees, good job there. But I like my name, so I'm not complaining =) Then along comes my sis, and I showed her the awesome meanings of my marvelous name. So we checked her name - Sharmaine. It said: (American) refer to Charmaine. Okay no problem, clearly her name is just an american variation of Charmaine. And at Charmaine, it said: (French) refer to Carmen. Err okay, so we went to check Carmen, and it said (Latin) meaning song. Lol, so my sister is named as a american variation of the french variation of the latin word meaning song. And before we could check more stuff, like the meanings of my whole family's names, or (I just thought of it) the meaning of Darrell under 'Girls A-G', we had to go. =( O wells there's always the internet but as you can see I'm too lazy to check, so I'll just wait till I pass by that area the next time.

Well, what's the meaning of your name?

P.S. One objective of this post was so that guest writer's posts do not flood my blog's front page. =(

Quest to find boku

I'm bored, so once again I shall post random stuff.

Today, or rather yesterday, since it is past 12am, I accompanied my family to IMM for dinner. In case you are wondering where IMM is, I have no freaking idea myself, cause I was dozing off during the car ride there. Ya, so I slept, then awoke to find myself at a mall called IMM. Dinner was first, and we ate subway there. Yum. Then I got to wander off by myself, while my mum and sis went to look at stuff that mothers and daughters see together, while sons wander off by themselves. First floor consists of mainly food, and err randomly mall-ish stores. Oh, and a giant Giant super/hyper-mart. Then, as all nice stuff are at the higher floors, I went straight to the third floor. It consisted of warehouses, and offices, and more warehouses, and a few more offices, and... ya you get my point. So I went back down to the second floor, and checked the level directory. The most interesting store was Comics Connection, so yay I went there. This is all part of my elaborate plan to visit every single comics connection in Singapore, so thussofar I have amassed 5 stores + 2 ones which I vaguely remember + a few random ones which I forgot. The 5 are:
1. Plaza Singapura
2. Bedok Interchange (bet no one knew about this ulu store)
3. Bishan Junction 8
4. Sengkang Compass something (went on tues lol, on my explore-the-north-east trip)
5. IMM

The two vague ones are... some third floor jurong thingyplace and some woodlands thingyplace. Yep.

Okay so back to the title of this post, I was well on my way in my Quest to find boku.

Oh ya, forgot to mention, on tuesday, at senkang comics con, I found metallic handphone stickers going at $3 apiece. YAY. Looked through 3 stacks of them, prolly around 170-200 total, and my catch was Saber + Rin, Suigintou + Shinku, C.C. + Kallen, and some random chio/moe/pretty bleach/naruto/onepiece characters. So I bought one, and it was...... Shinku. It goes well with the poster on my bedroom, or rather my bedroom which I use for 1/7 of the week. Yep lol. It's so shiny. Shiiinnnyyyyy.

Okay back to the title once again. The IMM comics con had 3 of 7 types of WoW boosters, tdp, sotb, and hfi. O_O That's weird, sets 2, 5 and 6. Lol so fast set 7 (Drums) ran out. But that's besides the point. I found MORE metallic stickers! YAY. This time, they were hanging on those metal stick-out-thingies. 5 rows of them. I repeat, 5 rows of them. Each row having around 75 stickers, that amounts to 375 in total. Woot. So I started browsing through everything. Stuff that I found, in order of what I found first:
1. Lots of random Death Note, One piece, Bleach, Naruto, Inuyasha (O_O), Hell girl (O_O, the 4 words/kanji symbol lol), Slam Dunk, Getbackers, Gintama stuff
2. I found Suigintou (again), then I found Bara-smthsmth (the spoiler 7th doll) on the first row (from the right)
3. On the second row, I found SHANA looking quite tsun and loli and melon-pan-ish, but on closer inspection it wasn't coloured properly =(
4. Near the back of the second row I found Allen Walker with the golden snitch thingy (SHIT FORGOT HIS NAME, lemme think, think think think think, errr, no I'm not cheating and googling, Timcampy, YESSSS thats right), with Mr. Walker looking quite young but not that shota-ish, not that I go for such stuff, but the Fat Yaoi Fangirls that were also in the store might.
5. At the back of the second row I found what I was looking for, Lenalee Leeeeee. And the version with the long hair. Woot.
6. 3rd row was abit meh. Moar Saber and Rin but that's about it.
7. 4th row was quite sucky too, I think there was a Shinku or two on this row. Oh, and a shit-forgot-his-name-too, the D.gray-man sword dude. Who looks wayy too much like Alto-hime. That reminds me, I have 22 more epis of Macross F to watch before this weekend. And I'm going out tmr/today, GG.
8. 5th row had a Lavi (his voice actor sounds quite funky). And I found Kanaria and Hinaichigo. Oh, and that reminds me, I found a desu on the 4th and 1st rows. Okay, so now the rozen maiden count is: Suiggy's there, Kanaria's there, desu's there, WHERE'S THE BOKU, Shinku's there, Strawberry's there, and Spoiler's there.
9. And scrolling through the rest of the 5th row, with my confidence and hope waning by each passing non-boku sticker, I reached the 6th last sticker. AND I FOUND A BOKU. Mission Success! That's the 369th sticker out of 375 stickers. What are the chances lol.

Yep, and in the end I also bought 1 more sticker, and am frantically finding space on my phone to put the new sticker. Guess what it is? Nope it's not the boku, s/he'll fight with my Shinku when I'm not looking. Yepp it's the lenaleeeeeeeeee. I wanted the shana too, but it was sucky. Nvm there's always Plaza Sing comics con. Okay that's all folks. Lol off I go to find space on my hp casing.

Oh btw, err free hugs or a loli (pick one, only one) to whoever who can spot the math error in this post.

More random short posts

Today, a beetle landed on my dinner. It flew around, attracted to the light of the computer screen, and happily procceded to land in my bowl of dinner. I picked it up and took care of it. Then I had to throw away some vegetables =( but then again, one cannot be too clean or he'll be susceptible to many infections later on in life. Insects are a good source of proteins.

In other news, chilli tossing is bad. Especially if you miss your target. And hit the wrong one.

Hrmm?

I've been visiting this blog alot, and was wondering why the bugger who owns it has stopped updating in a long time. Then I realised who the bugger was. -_-"

Random Stuff

Compilation of random stuff:

Singapore's Olympic Women's Table Tennis Team lost the gold to China a few hours back. But no one was sad. Hrmm can it be true that winning the gold is not everything in this world of ours? But winning simply just a medal (be it silver or bronze) would be enough to satisfy the expectations and hopes of everyone? What then is the worth of achieving the fifth place in the international stage? The fame a medal winner gets is a lot more than the fame the fourth or fifth place person gets. Should this be the case?

But if one was really chasing fame, in all sense of the word, then what about screw-ups and mistakes that the world sits up and takes notice of? I was just thinking about this a short while back, while watching the Track 100m Women's finals. The world cares about the first, a significantly less bit about the second, similar amount for the third, and practically no one cares about the fourth onwards. But everyone will comment and take notice of a mistake (e.g. tripping in the 100m race). Can that be still considered fame? But which true sportsman who embodies the spirit of the olympics would risk all that they have just for some fame? I hope no one.

I went to pay my respects to my grandfather today, it is the anniversary of his passing. O how I lament the loss of tradition that is happening right before my eyes. As the generations pass, the amount of culture and tradition being passed on is decreasing in an alarming rate. I predict in a few generations time, the world (actually probably only Singapore) would've lost a large portion of its culture, for the better or for the worst?

Test of how connected you are to other people through a certain way of communication.
What's the connection between these words:
Home <---> Good ~~~ Me <---> Of
(a certain person who seems really proficient in this particular way of communication couldn't figure it out, so maybe it is a lousy test)

What has a head but cannot think?
What can you steal but not be caught for?
What flower isn't actually a flower?
(All these will be answered, along with the previous frogs on a log riddle, soon)

Daily - August 12

Back to school after a longer-than-usual break. As usual, accomplished nothing during the long weekend, but that is all about to change. Things will be different now, actually doing work is the way to go. Surprisingly, I stayed back at school till 10pm today, completed a math worksheet, and a fair bit of physics option G worksheet. Hrmm, that's quite little, considering I spent so much time working in a proper workable enviroment. Never mind, things can get only more efficient from here on. But reaching home at 11pm +- is a really bad move, oh noes I can't keep this up.

More random stuff.

Read through a good portion of my Theory of Knowledge notes on the social sciences recently, which was taken from a chapter of some philosophy book. It was fairly interesting, comparing the natural sciences and the social sciences. Here's a cool quote - "I cannot move a finger without disturbing the stars"

On the topic of homework and work-related stuff, here's a quote I remembered from a friend of mine; it concerns mugging. "Mugging is like rolling a ball/rock up a hill, you spend alot of time and effort rolling the ball/rock of muggerness up the hill, but once you go past the top, it gets alot easier to mug, and you can mug alot more alot faster." Hrmm, will I be able to pass the top of the hill?

Even more random stuff.

Physics teachers all have bad grammer, they go around saying things like "u is 3.0cm" or like "u is related to v." Even a young child who has basic grammer would be able to tell you that "u are" is the proper way to say it.

In chemistry, we learn that if you draw a line that extends at both ends, and stuff that is at one end of the line is called "Not Stable", then naturally the stuff that is at the other end is called "Horses".

Spent a portion of my weekend playing an old game for a while, no prizes for guessing what it is. It involves a highly evolved chatting system, which censors most words and phrases that happen to be remotely vulgar or explicit. E.g. Bass --> Bas* or something like that, because you know ass is such a bad word and it shouldnt be said to other people cause it could hurt their feelings. Here's the best insult I've found in that game, that rivals some of the trolling a certain friend of mine is famous for - You smell and your mum doesnt love you. Ouch, now that would've hurt me so deeply if it was said to me, but it wasnt, so yay I dont smell and my mum loves me <3

Was reminded of a phrase that I used to say alot - "Long time no see, thought you mati" hey it rhymes.