My Targets for Finals this year
103/ 110 Bio
97.5/100 Chem
93.100 Physics
70/100 LA
77/100 Chinese
95/100 Core Math
83/100 Geography
80 /100 IHS
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Soft
Have we become soft?
All the talk about Okonkwo during la b, anti-war Owne during la a, compromise during ihs. What have we become. Were the days when men were men gone by?
All the talk about Okonkwo during la b, anti-war Owne during la a, compromise during ihs. What have we become. Were the days when men were men gone by?
Friday, August 25, 2006
mr brown - MAI HUM
http://media34b.libsyn.com/bXdteMV2bXvGemd1ZXtqq2qmZnaX/podcasts/mb/tmbs-060822-a_harmless_podcast.mp3
on national day rally speech.. this WILL make u ROFL.
so much for the digital age - -
specially for seb koh
on national day rally speech.. this WILL make u ROFL.
so much for the digital age - -
specially for seb koh
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Videos
LOL videos from today. i think realplayer should be able to play them, otherwise i recommend nokia multimedia player, downloadable from http://www.nokia.com
but if you're just viewing them here, youtube will do fine :)
BenpotterKwok
elaine lee
but if you're just viewing them here, youtube will do fine :)
Ben
elaine lee
Monday, August 21, 2006
NTU
After the lecture/talk that we had during PC, it set me thinking about the future. I think that many people have no freaking clue what the heck they want to do in the future, save for like Kenny the Lawyer.
As of yet, still don't have any particular field i would like to pursue, but engineering seems a viable industry. But the problem is HL Math, which is like next to impossible. Not not accomplishable, but will be hard, guess I better take Thong Nai Kee more seriously, in order for next year.
Sigh, the worries of this world, this age, next year, IB. Rawr
Next Year Subjects Combi
LA
Chinese
Math (HL)
Physics (HL)
Geog/Business
Insert Science / Humans
What to do?
Oh, i found $4 lying around somewhere, that means $2 a day for the next 2 weeks! Bwahahahaha!
As of yet, still don't have any particular field i would like to pursue, but engineering seems a viable industry. But the problem is HL Math, which is like next to impossible. Not not accomplishable, but will be hard, guess I better take Thong Nai Kee more seriously, in order for next year.
Sigh, the worries of this world, this age, next year, IB. Rawr
Next Year Subjects Combi
LA
Chinese
Math (HL)
Physics (HL)
Geog/Business
Insert Science / Humans
What to do?
Oh, i found $4 lying around somewhere, that means $2 a day for the next 2 weeks! Bwahahahaha!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
14/8
photos taken in class. suggestive or not, they're all here. enjoy - or not :)
chris is gay
gareth is seductive.. tsk
well this isnt actually a class shot. but im there every monday praying. join me? :)
kthnxbai
chris is gay
gareth is seductive.. tsk
well this isnt actually a class shot. but im there every monday praying. join me? :)
kthnxbai
Friday, August 11, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I actually put this on my own blog first. but since both blogs cater to different people, i thought it belonged here too :) a nice and meaningful read. take time to.
A Dare - Bat-Sheva Guez
To the casual observer, it might seem like a typical day in Mrs. Gold's third-period study hall. But to the trained eye, it is possible to see that a real-life drama is unfolding its tentative petals to the world. Of course, it all has to be done quietly under Mrs. Gold's watchful ee, for no sounds above a whisper are allowed.
It begins in a back corner, unnoticeable at first, a slight shuffle of cramped limbs, a muffled snicker. Someone laughs only to be quickly silened. Then the whispered words begin to carry.
"Nahh, he won't do it."
"Go for it. I want to see what she'd say..."
Matt replies unintelligibly, except for the bravado in his voice. Then someone says too loudly, "He's afraid."
"Shh!" says the teacher disapprovingly.
"Yeah, man. Quiet down!" comes the high-pitched, nasal tone mocking the teacher. Then it is quiet again.
"I dare you," says one boy. He is not as loud as the rest. The challenge is in his eyes, along with the belief that Matt does not have the courage to go through with it. "Her," he points across the room to a girl studiously reading at her desk.
"Her?" says Matt. The others begin to nudge each other and grin. Nobody moves.
"Now," says the first boy.
"Now?" There is a touch of fear in his voice.
"Right now. Right here."
"Fine," says Matt, unflinchingly. He stands up, conscious that the entire back of the room is watching him, and makes his way over to where the girl sits bent over her book. There is an empty desk next to her, and he slides into it, his long legs stretch out in the aisle.
"Hey," he whispers, trying not to hear the sounds of laughter drifting across the rows of desks. The girl does not move; her straight brown hair shields her face as she continues to look down at her book.
"Hey," he says again, a little louder. This time she responds, reluctantly pulling herself from the story and raising her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes are a soft gray, the kind that look as though they could easily fill with tears at any injustice. He is surprised by those eyes. She blinks at him slowly as if coming back from another world and is confused at the sight of another human being.
"Hi," she says softly. It is the first time he has heard her speak. Unexpectedly, he finds himself to be shy.
"What're you reading?" She holds up the object of her attention, and he silently reads the title, moving his lips to sound out the words. "Nice," he says. "Is it good?" She doesn't reply at first. Then she nods "Yes." They are silent for a moment. He glances uncomfortably at his desk, fingering the initials carved in te top, aware that she is staring at him and suddenly curious about what she is thinking.
"So, i was wondering if you were doing anything this Saturday night?" he akes, looking over very carefully.
"I'm not," she says shyly, without facing him.
"You wanna go out then?" It is quiet for a while. He finds he cannot look at her.
"Sure," she says in a whisper so the teacher won't hear. He looks up startled to find her smiling, and at that moment he feels like smiling, too.
In the back of the room, there is a silent uproar.
"Look, he's going through with it!
"No he's not. He's just faking it"
"Looks like hes askin' her out to me."
"Shh! See if you can hear em." They all strain, listening. The forced silence doesn't last long, and soon they are laughing again.
"He sure is taking a long time," says one boy.
"Shut up," the others say almost in unison.
Finally the bell rings, and they storm out, shoving each other and shouting as they force their way into the hall where they wait until Matt emerges. He is the last one out.
"D'ya do it?" asks one.
"Yeah, I did it." This sends them into a storm of racous laughter.
"I can't believe Matt. He actually went through with it." They grin and punch him as they walk toward their next class. "We gotta celebrate," someone says. "This Saturday night, my old man's gonna be out." This puts them into a spirited mood, picturing the weekend.
"Wait a minute," says Matt.
"What?"
"What about the girl?"
They all stop in their tracks and look at him. Then they laugh. "It's over. You won the bet. You don't have to do anything."
"Oh," Matt says a little uncomfortably. Seeing the problem, the boys eye each other warily.
"You just had to ask her out, man. You don't have to go through with it."
"I knew that," Matt says, trying to understand his sudden feeling of disappointment
"So, we'll see you Saturday night?"
"... I can't. There's something I gotta do," Matt says, looking at the floor. The other boy shrugs.
"Whatever. It's your loss."
The drama over, the boys walk into the classroom, all except for Matt. Instead, he takes a moment to look over his shoulder and smile at the timid, gray-eyed girl standing at the far end of the hallway.
A Dare - Bat-Sheva Guez
To the casual observer, it might seem like a typical day in Mrs. Gold's third-period study hall. But to the trained eye, it is possible to see that a real-life drama is unfolding its tentative petals to the world. Of course, it all has to be done quietly under Mrs. Gold's watchful ee, for no sounds above a whisper are allowed.
It begins in a back corner, unnoticeable at first, a slight shuffle of cramped limbs, a muffled snicker. Someone laughs only to be quickly silened. Then the whispered words begin to carry.
"Nahh, he won't do it."
"Go for it. I want to see what she'd say..."
Matt replies unintelligibly, except for the bravado in his voice. Then someone says too loudly, "He's afraid."
"Shh!" says the teacher disapprovingly.
"Yeah, man. Quiet down!" comes the high-pitched, nasal tone mocking the teacher. Then it is quiet again.
"I dare you," says one boy. He is not as loud as the rest. The challenge is in his eyes, along with the belief that Matt does not have the courage to go through with it. "Her," he points across the room to a girl studiously reading at her desk.
"Her?" says Matt. The others begin to nudge each other and grin. Nobody moves.
"Now," says the first boy.
"Now?" There is a touch of fear in his voice.
"Right now. Right here."
"Fine," says Matt, unflinchingly. He stands up, conscious that the entire back of the room is watching him, and makes his way over to where the girl sits bent over her book. There is an empty desk next to her, and he slides into it, his long legs stretch out in the aisle.
"Hey," he whispers, trying not to hear the sounds of laughter drifting across the rows of desks. The girl does not move; her straight brown hair shields her face as she continues to look down at her book.
"Hey," he says again, a little louder. This time she responds, reluctantly pulling herself from the story and raising her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes are a soft gray, the kind that look as though they could easily fill with tears at any injustice. He is surprised by those eyes. She blinks at him slowly as if coming back from another world and is confused at the sight of another human being.
"Hi," she says softly. It is the first time he has heard her speak. Unexpectedly, he finds himself to be shy.
"What're you reading?" She holds up the object of her attention, and he silently reads the title, moving his lips to sound out the words. "Nice," he says. "Is it good?" She doesn't reply at first. Then she nods "Yes." They are silent for a moment. He glances uncomfortably at his desk, fingering the initials carved in te top, aware that she is staring at him and suddenly curious about what she is thinking.
"So, i was wondering if you were doing anything this Saturday night?" he akes, looking over very carefully.
"I'm not," she says shyly, without facing him.
"You wanna go out then?" It is quiet for a while. He finds he cannot look at her.
"Sure," she says in a whisper so the teacher won't hear. He looks up startled to find her smiling, and at that moment he feels like smiling, too.
In the back of the room, there is a silent uproar.
"Look, he's going through with it!
"No he's not. He's just faking it"
"Looks like hes askin' her out to me."
"Shh! See if you can hear em." They all strain, listening. The forced silence doesn't last long, and soon they are laughing again.
"He sure is taking a long time," says one boy.
"Shut up," the others say almost in unison.
Finally the bell rings, and they storm out, shoving each other and shouting as they force their way into the hall where they wait until Matt emerges. He is the last one out.
"D'ya do it?" asks one.
"Yeah, I did it." This sends them into a storm of racous laughter.
"I can't believe Matt. He actually went through with it." They grin and punch him as they walk toward their next class. "We gotta celebrate," someone says. "This Saturday night, my old man's gonna be out." This puts them into a spirited mood, picturing the weekend.
"Wait a minute," says Matt.
"What?"
"What about the girl?"
They all stop in their tracks and look at him. Then they laugh. "It's over. You won the bet. You don't have to do anything."
"Oh," Matt says a little uncomfortably. Seeing the problem, the boys eye each other warily.
"You just had to ask her out, man. You don't have to go through with it."
"I knew that," Matt says, trying to understand his sudden feeling of disappointment
"So, we'll see you Saturday night?"
"... I can't. There's something I gotta do," Matt says, looking at the floor. The other boy shrugs.
"Whatever. It's your loss."
The drama over, the boys walk into the classroom, all except for Matt. Instead, he takes a moment to look over his shoulder and smile at the timid, gray-eyed girl standing at the far end of the hallway.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Pang Seh
I got pang seh ded today, feels like i've been raised up, and hammered down by the hammer of Tratory. Its like turncoats, everyone is. Intolerance to all these, really. Maybe its the nice emo music that has been playing, or maybe its just me, or maybe its just YOU ALL, like what is your problem. Keep to your word, if you say something, then do it. Somehow, it feels really bad when someone stabs you in the back, hits you below the belt.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
huh
why antony din give back ihs outline, now we have to do ihs draft 1, wah!
and geog feild study
and physics test
and chem and math ws and chinese oral thing and and and.
and
and
andandand.
and geog feild study
and physics test
and chem and math ws and chinese oral thing and and and.
and
and
andandand.
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