Sunday, October 29, 2006

Train Ride in TK

So it seems like Mrs. Priscilla Chan has gotten to us all. Haha. So this is my train ride in TK.

2005, the year where I had left my previous train station of Fengshan Primary School and boarded the train through Tanjong Katong Secondary School. I felt kinda emo at that time, with all my Primary School buddies leaving. And then, this genius came along with a great guy. They were Alex and Jermaine!

The three of us did almost al the projects together, and well, we enjoyed it. Then my love for Linkin Park brought yet another awesome dude to join me in the seats closer to me. And this dude is none other than Timothy! At first our conversations revolved around LP but soon we talked about anything and everything under the sun.

Then there was a time when I just simply had to go into NCC(Sea) and not NPCC. I persevered, with help and got it. And I did not regret it.

Then, slowly, I adapted to 1C and made a hell lot of new friends. I was still as childish as I was in Primary School at that time, always teasing Cheryl about her and Timothy. Then there was this girl I became scared of, but later found out that she was cool. The pincher, Joan.

I didn't quite get this guy in 2005 though. I thought that he was kind of a stuckup hypocrite. But next year, when he left us, I found out that he was friggin cool. And that guy was PAUL!!! I remember that whenever he came back to TK during events, all of us would welcome him bck, though it might have involved a little bashing. Haha.

1C became 2C, and I remember the day I entered the classroom again. It was awesome. The whole of the holidays I didn't see any of them, and when I entered the class, I was smiling non-stop. Seeing everyone there again, it was nice. We got to start another year together, a new beginning. And I had absolutely no idea what was in store for me in 2006.

I became from geek to a dude with spike-ish hair and red spectacles. I experienced my first heartbreak. I got to know fellow 2C-ians better. Like, in 2005, I did not have any connections to Yu Shan and Hui Min and others. But then I sorta opened up.

Then the stress was ON. All the teachers talked about couldn't enter my hollow, vacuum-ed head and all the lectures on Streaming did not help. Heartbreaks, too. But well, like all things, it passed.

I made a hell lotta new friends in 2006. Lenice, Adzizul, Haiqal, Aman, Sufyan, Halina, and a lot more. I got closer to Justin, Clayton, Gerald, Soon Hao, Nigel, John and Sean. I came to love 2C. I got more ego-istic. I fell in love with a Primary School classmate of mine, breaking the "I'll always love you" promise.

Not that she wanted me, though. And that was (ding!) my second heartbreak.

Then the exams came along. They passed. And now, well, I leave only memories in my friends' hearts, just like they did mine. But, looking on the bright side, at least we're not leaving the school (yet).

Teachers, you helped, too. Thanks, especially to Ms Wong.

Then in 2005, I joined another family. It was known as Part A `05 TKNCC(Sea). It was great. Tiring, frightening, fun, it rocked. We stuck through thick and thin. Sometimes one of us would go astray but his fellow platoonmates would always guide him back to the true path. But, back then, I still haven't opened up.

The next year, I volunteered for a lot of things, Leadership Training Camp, Yellow Ribbon Project, and a hell lot more things. And with them, I made new friends. I also enjoyed it. Yes, as weird as it may sound, I love volunteer work. I also found out another talent in me through these things, namely being totally shameless and doing anything to make people smile.

So, yeah. That was my train ride.

My life so far in the best in the land (TKSS).

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Friday, October 27, 2006

2C`06

What do you get when you put a bunch of crazy/shameless/retarded guys/girls and put them in a class?

2C. And also a hell lot of fun.

Haha. Yes, people, 2C's been great to me. Though there were good times and bad times, at the end of it all, I found that I've had a helluva time with my beloved 2C-ians.

It's less than a day and I already miss them a lot. But hey, that's all part of life, isn't it?

So, if there would be a chance to spend another day in class (yes, in class) with 2C, I'd say...

HELL YEAH!

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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Love at first sight

I fell in love today.

I saw an iguana. I put it on my shoulder and it lovingly (I hope) licked my neck. Then it clung on to me so dearly. It's love, I tell ya!

I love it.

Then as I rubbed/scratched its head, it closed its eyes, clearly enjoying it. I think it loves me too.

So, yeah. I love it.

P.S.: Iguana is NOT a nickname for some girl.

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Saturday, October 21, 2006

A New Beginning.

Okay, so my English Composition was pretty good (ego, ego). So I guess I'll put it here.

Note: I got 22/30 for it.
Another note: There's emo, comedy and romance in this composition.

A New Beginning

It was his first day out of prison. Zach woke up, feeling refreshed. He took a shower, then as he put on his formal clothes, he looked out the windo and to the sky. Ominous grey clouds were coming in, enveloping the surrounding in darkness. He remembered what he had to do before looking for a job.

Zach put on his coat and walked to the nearby graveyard. He felt that the weather that morning made the mood perfect for visiting his father's grave, something he had not done for years. Just as he reached the gravestone that had the name "Jack Herney" carved on the surface, the dark clouds cleared and the sun shone brightly, lightening the mood.

"So much for mood," Zach thought. He placed the flowers he had brought from home onto the gravestone and prayed for a while. Then he picked up his briefcase and walked out of the graveyard, his eyes moistened with tears.

"Forget about the past, Zach. Move on. What you did cannot be undone," Zach told himself, trying to forget the crime he had done. He new it was time to start a new life, and that wad what he was going to do.

Zach went to a Seven-Eleven outlet, the one he used to go to all the time before he was jailed. He grabbed a packet of cigarettes and that day's newspaper. He looked through the "Classifieds" section as he walked to the counter.

The woman at the counter, who was slim, pretty and tall, said without looking up, "That would be ten dollars and ninety-five cents, sir."

Zach reached to his back pocket for his wallet, only to find that it was not there. He muttered a curse under his breath. "I'm sorry. It seems that I've forgotten my wallet. I'll put these back," he said, noticing the sudden formality in his tone.

Upon hearing Zach's deep, gruff voice, the woman looked up. She stuttered, "Zackie? Is that you?" Zach looked up and felt his jaw slack, knowing that only one person called him by that pet name. "Zackie! I can't believe it's you!" Anne, the woman at the counter, exclaimed with a tone of astonishment.

"When did she ever work here?!" Zach thought to himself, quickly walking out of the store, clearly shocked after seeing his sister, who had bullied him for as long as he could remember, on the first day of his "new life", as he liked to call it. He walked briskly,telling himself not to look back, as though his sister was some sort of predator stalking its prey.

Anne, being as determined as she always was, told her colleague to look after the counter while she chased her younger brother, eager to tease him or congratulate him for getting out of prison.

Zach looked down as he walked away, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

"Zackie! Wait! I need to tell you something!" Anne shouted, closing the physical gap in between them.

Zach stopped only for an instant, but that was enough for his athletic sister to catch up to him.

"Hey! Why did you run away like that?" Anne asked, pouting. Apparently she was trying to act innocent, or just be her playful self. Zach figured it was the latter. "How could you?" she said playfully, slapping him on the back. Hard.

After a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity for Zach, Anne decided to bring Zach back to the Seven-Eleven store. Zach knew that once Anne had decided on something, nothing could stop her and still remain alive, or not land in the hospital.

Reluctantly, Zach followed her back. "Now, how am I ever going to get a job? Once Anne knows I'm out of jail, she'll be disturbing me and embarrassing me every waking hour," Zach thought.

"Zackie, if you're looking for a job, there's a vacancy at the Seven-Eleven there," Anne said as though she read his mind, pointing to her workplace. As they reached the entrance to the store, clearly blocking many people's path, which Anne could not care less about, she added, "and, there's someone I want you to meet. She likes you a lot and hid in the store room when you entered. She's a darling, really."

They entered the Seven-Eleven and Zach saw the prettiest face ever. She was sitting at the counter whilechewing some bubble gum. Her skin was fair and flawless, with curly blonde hair tied back to a ponytail. She looked up, her emerald eyes meeteing Zach's, and she blushed. "God, she's an angel," Zach thought. Anne noticed the two were obviously falling for each other and gave Zach a nudge. A really strong nudge, and that stopped Zach's train of thoughts.

Zach knew that instant who he was going to spend the rest of his new life with, and this was just the beginning.

"Hi, my name is Zach. What's yours?" Zach said as he held out his hand.

Add this to the last sentence (Optional), please: not noticing that her nametag clearly stated so.

Okay, now one...two...three.

Awwwwwwww...

Haha. Sweet.

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Alexander G. Wood

He's smart. He sits behind me in class. He's leaving.

He's migrating to Australia. Man, I'm seriously gonna miss him. He's the only guy that can make me understand what teachers take weeks to teach in five minutes. Worse part is, I don't think I'm ever gonna see him again.

Alex, I couldn't thank you enough for what you did for/with me. He's a great guy, seriously (I'm not gay, mind you).

So, yeah. Thanks Alex. I'm gonna miss ya.

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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Operation: Brighten Up Your Day

Operation: Brighten Up Your Day is something that Justin and I started. It's for people who go out of their way and make a fool out of themselves to see people smile.

Yesterday, while at our beloved VivoCity, I saw this lonely orange balloon lying on the floor. I, being me, picked it up and put it under my shirt, leaving an obvious bump.

On the way to the MRT station, this hot girl (or so Justin says) looked at me (or maybe my shirt) and I said "Hello". Funny thing was, she replied! In the MRT, this guy saw the bulge in my shirt and acted "amazed" with his mouth wide open and giving me thumbs-up.

Then there was this woman who looked at my tummy and when I looked at her, she looked away. Then I looked away. I turned back, and I caught her looking away. Turned back again, and turned back again (with Justin's timing) and saw her looking away. I should've said something to her, like, "Hey, it's rude to stare." Sigh...Making people feel uncomfortable feels so good.

Then, then, then, this group of four (sizzlin') hot girls looked at me and laughed loudly like nobody's business.

At Tampines Mall, three guys in a car were looking and I waved to them. They burst out laughing.

The security guard asked me in a friendly tone, "Why is your tummy round?" I said, "Balloon."

Then, as I crossed the street, a man with his wife and son, said "Waaah. Waaah." In a joking manner of course. Haha.

Unfortunately, that balloon popped.

Me and Justin found a total of at least 193 people who looked at me. But, of course, two eyes were not enough, so that leaves a possible 300 more.

And tell you what. It was damn fun.

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Saturday, October 14, 2006

Half

Four-day holiday. Two days gone. Half of holiday gone.

Shit.

For the first friggin day after exams, I basically just rotted at home, laptop in front of me the whole damn day. It drives one nuts, I tell you. That's why having a beloved XBox helps.

For the second day, which was yesterday, I went out a bit. And that was only to my neighbour's house to play Splinter Cell and to go to the mosque. For the rest of that day I used my oh-so-laggy laptop, played Burnout 3 and felt emo.

So, what am I going to do for the next two days?

I have no idea. But I can tell you this: I will go out. I have to, or there may not be anything left of Azri on Monday. And later I'm going to go to Justin's house to play more XBox.

So, here's what Justin, Nigel, Gerald, Daniel, Ying Tai, Melvin and I did on Wednesday. We went to...
VIVOCITY

Upon reaching the enormous, half-opened megamall, Nigel and I kissed the glistening floors of the holy place. Walked (or more of slid) to Golden Village and watched World Trade Centre. The movie was kinda emotional, but I managed to find some things to laugh at (like the woman with the evershaking head).

Then we went to explore the place, and saw some fellow TKSS-ians. Justin, to get their attention, shouted several times, "P-CHAN DA MAN!".

It was then that we saw the holiest of holiness. Toys 'R' Us. Just when we entered, we saw ourselves on the screen. We found the camera and started doing stupid stuff (as expected). We explored the gigantic toy store and found stuff we could never have found in other Toys 'R' Us branches. Wigs, gorilla masks, pink pony-heads on a stick, funny hats, toy guns/swords, Sesame Street plushies (too bad they didn;t have the shouting Elmo though) and much more. Unfortunately, though, we left before getting kicked out.

So we went outside. Did some stupid stuff (which involved my shoe flinging away) and then saw a...(yes, we saw a)...LITTLE PLAYGROUND!!!

Played there, got wet (as for me, I fell and my thigh still hurts), rolled down the little hill and so on. We left Melvin alone and went home. Melvin didn't manage to get to the train in time, to our great delight/disappointemnt. Then we went our separate ways.

So, that's pretty much what we did on the last day of Sec 2 exams.

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Friday, October 13, 2006

Emo

Well, apparently some people said that they liked me better when I was emo. Good news for you, cause now I'm emo again. Bad news for me, cause it seriously hurts.

Took a second shot to the heart. Fuck it.

Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day
All the world is waiting for the sun...
Rain - Breaking Benjamin

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Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Exams

This is not a post on the Final Year Examination papers that everyone's all hopelessly mugging for (as though their lives depend on it). This post is rather about almost everything related to exams (in my eyes).

Firstly, I shall tell all of you what I did after each paper when there was still time left.
-For English Language Paper One, after I finished doing/checking my work, I used the rough paper (which was untouched until then) and drew/doodled nonsense.
-For English Language Paper Two, after I finished doing/checking my work, I used the rough paper (which was used for the first draft of my Summary question) and drew/doodled nonsense.
-For Mother Tongue Paper One, after I finished doing (not checking) my work, I used the extra foolscap paper to draw/doodle nonsense.
-For Mainstream/Core Science Paper, after I finished doing/checking my work, I I did two things at the same time. I stared at the face of the most egoistic idiot in existence and played staring competition with my EZLink Card (it beat me 8 to 1).
-For Science Extended Paper, after I finished doing (not checking) my work, I packed up and waited for the papers to be collected.

On Tuesday, after school, I watched Stay Alive (weird, because it was the second day of exams).

Tomorrow is the History Paper, which is most probably and hopefully the last History paper I'll ever take. I shall make it (since it's the last) the most memorable paper I've done, with the stupidest (I meant to spell it that way) answers.

And, I have finished reading Dan Brown's Deception Point. Rocked to the core.

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Sunday, October 01, 2006

Okay

Okay. I shall now allow myself two hours a day to feel sorry for myself, inclusive of crying/tearing/emo-ing.

Okay. I've stopped chasing a dream that'll never come true. Well, I know it's never gonna come for me, so why keep dreaming?

Now back to some not-so-emo shit. I found out that I can create pretty nice beats and beatbox them. But of course, not as nice as Sgt. Jack MY Lee. Aman can make a better snare than me. I can make nice scratching, turntable and echo sounds. My bass is strong. I specialize in 808.

I'm addicted to Bleach...It's so friggin cool. It owns Naruto.

Oh, yes. My new spectacles look kinda good. But of course, I have been known to have bad taste. Here's the brief description of it: The front is transparent dark red, kinda like Cyclop's visor, with half(or more of three quarter)-rim. And the two thingies which you put over the ear are a nice colour between red and maroon. Oh, just see it on Monday.

Oh, wow. I just found out two seconds ago that I can snap my fingers.

AND...

I'm screwed for History paper. To make my last History paper the most memorable, I shall answer most honestly for it. Like, I have no idea.