Raymond Angelo is the Exoticoption.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Carl Sagan's "Reflections on a Mote of Dust"

We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

Source: http://www.dimaggio.org/Heroes/Sagan/reflectionsonmote.htm

Friday, September 29, 2006

Defend the Fortress of Words and Other-worlds

From my room, as I sat with my eyes a blear streaking through the words of Dan Brown, I could hear my youngest brother and his friends squealing gaily; an ode to their childhood and general lack of stress and pressure in the living room. In the room adjacent to mine was my brother’s. His electric guitar whined and wailed; he told me he was performing for his school in their upcoming Teacher’s Day celebrations and needed all the time in the world to hone his, in my unbiased opinion as his brother, non-existent skills. My house was as noisy as a construction site; yet it was here that the suspense the author was building was destroyed by the deafening ruckus.

I could bear the din no longer. There was no talking to them. They were my brothers and they shared my stubborn streak. In addition, it was the two of them against me. Being a firm believer in democracy, I had to give way. Unceremoniously, I stuffed my dog-eared and tattered copy of the book and escaped from my room; my supposed escape in the first place.

Reading has always been my passion. It gave me a sense of escape, and in the expanse of time I took in the words, I could become a wizard, a ninja or even a dragon, depending on the book, of course. It was only logical that I headed to the library, as I have done so many times before with its shelves of knowledge, to be sucked into another world once more.

The neighborhood library was crowded when I reached there, that Saturday afternoon. Amazingly however, the noise-level was at it’s minimum. If the floor was not carpeted, you could literally hear a pin drop. Occasionally, a cough would shatter the silence, yet, after a hurried and shameful “Excuse me,” from the source, the silence would descend again. It was quite a sight to see so many people together yet hardly making any sound. They were all too engrossed in their material. I smiled to myself. I was “home”.

I found a sofa to sit on inside the library’s hallowed halls. I reclined, crossed my legs and flopped my book open. That, to me, was heaven on Earth. The air-conditioning was just right, and the sofa was so comfortable, it could be mistaken for a death bed. Silence was indeed golden.

The protagonist, Jack, scurried down the corridors of the chapel as his albino pursuer gave chase. Jack held in his erudite hands the key to decoding the “Lost Gospel” and there were many who wanted it, for many more dastardly reasons. Just as the albino cocked a pistol, with the barrel’s echo reverberating down the pews of the chapel, and Jack’s heart pumped twice as fast and twice as intensely, a cry cut the leash the author had me on.

Near me was a young couple with a child in a stroller. The child was crying; the parents desperately tried to sate him. They employed the carrot-and-stick-methods. They made “funny faces”, sang nursery rhymes, made hushed scolding, gave a light slap, shut him up with a pacifier but none worked.

I tried my best to ignore the situation at hand. My eyes darted back to my novel. In the background, the child’s cries still rang. In the book, the albino had fired a shot. However, alas, a twist. The shot was not aimed at Jack, but at another dark figure. My mind was rocked by the shift in power, but in a similar fashion the gun of the Albino went off, the baby’s cries became shrieks.

I tore my eyes from my book. The father had now carried the child in his arms and was rocking him back and forth while the mother made even more ridiculous faces, contorting her facial features to the least attractive yet most humorous shapes. With the exception of this magnificent trinity of irritation, the library was silent, as in silently cursing them to go away.

I could take it no longer. They were irking me, and in my opinion, they were irking everybody else as well. Who were they to think they could destroy the precious reading time we had? Who were they to invade our fortress of words and other-worlds? Perhaps it was because my patience was already pushed to the limit earlier in my house, but at that moment, I was perturbed and disturbed. Everybody else pretended not to notice, so I tasked it upon myself to be the “defender” of the sanctity of the library.

I understood that it was up to me to stand to take a stand.

“Excuse me,” I said as cheerily yet quietly as possible. “Would you be so kind as to leave if you can’t silence your child?”

The couple looked at me as if I had insulted them. The wife pointed an accusing finger at me and said in a raised voice, “Who are you to tell us what to do? You’re only fourteen yet you dare mock us like that?”

The audacity of these people! I was sixteen at that time!

“Please madam, this is a library. I only wish to read in peace, and so does the rest of the people here”, I replied in a diplomatic manner.

“You arrogant boy, mind your own business!” shouted the father.

We were causing a commotion, and it had attracted the attention of half the readers. I never spoke in an arrogant manner, or perhaps my accent had given the impression. After shouting at me, I could hide my feelings no longer. Most insulting of all, he called me a “boy”.

“Excuse me for wanting my right to read! Have you seen the sings saying ‘Silence Please’? Or maybe you can’t read, but then again, what the hell are you doing here?” In my head, I heard applause. “Do you think you have the right to interrupt all of our precious time? Is your baby so important that you have to disrupt the whole peace of the library?” In my head, a crowd was cheering me on. “If you can’t control your own child, please leave because you are ruining our afternoon” By now, the crowd in my head was having a riot.

Or maybe it’s just the blood-rush.

All of a sudden, both of them screamed their heads off. I only heard bits and pieces, snippets of their rambling. “Who do you think you are?”, “…don’t understand…”, “…to young…”, “…respect your elders…”, “….just a boy…”

I read in a magazine once that when you stand up for what’s right, the whole world stands with you to back you up. Yet, no one did. We were a freak-show.

In the background, someone mumbled, “Did you bring the popcorn?”.

I felt a phone camera boring a hole into me; God, I was so going to be on YouTube.

I was about to explode, but a librarian pulled me away. I glared at the couple and their child, who had sickening leers, staring daggers at me. I hated them, even the child who was innocent. The librarian told me that I should understand the difficulties of having a baby. We must exercise patience with them. Shaking my head, I left wordlessly, shocked that I was, in her eyes, “wrong”.

My fortress was demolished; I could not bear to return to the library, for the way I had been treated. Worse of all, no one had supported me when I was fighting for them. At home, in my room, I plugged in my music player. My brother offered me reading music. I listened to it, and dived into the book once again.

Libraries: Expect noise.

1285 words. I have got to write shorter compositions.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

How big do you want to be?

Physically, we're so small. Yet, even the smallest actions can have the most significant. I moved a grain of sand, and I changed the shape of the fucking Sahara Desert. The butterfly flew left and caused a gotdamn hurricane.

How significant do you want to be? How big do you want to be? You can change the motherfucking universe should you choose to.

It's like David against Goliath, only David's a gajillion times smaller, and Goliath's a gajillion times bigger.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

They're Hazardous

We've got Chemistry! Me, You and Your Eye-sow-toe-peas and Aye-toms:).

They're Hazardous

We've got Chemistry! Me, You and You're eye-sow-toe-peas :).

OK, Let's Proceed Forward!

NDS: Because it's with st00pid.

We got back some of our Prelim results.
I got A1 for Geography! I promised Delise I would, and when news spread that NOBODY got it, my heart broke. But in the end, I DID IT! Yayness! And A1s for E-maths and A-maths too! YAY! I'm disappointed with my Chemistry though. A B3, because my section A of the Paper 2 pulled me down like hell, and there were careless mistakes a-plenty. We got back a third of our English papers; Physics (crosses fingers) coming tomorrow, and Malay too, but that's not of much importance. NOT OF MUCH. If I flunk, I can't get into JC, and that's bad. Combined Humanities will come at us as double-whammies next Monday, but hopefully, the teachers will be able to steal a period here and there to end the anticipation. There's roughly 5 weeks until the O-levels, and FINALLY, I've drawn up a study plan. It's pretty tight, and very optimistic. If all goes well, I should be able to cover EVERYTHING four times over. Wow. Again, as I said, that's just the plan; Whether it's too much, I'm not sure, but so far, I'm on track, so yay! I'm still determined for 7A1s.

PS: Oh, and I left my new copy of Men's Health in class today. I think I let someone read it, but forgot to take it back. If anybody brought it home, it'll be much appreciated if it's brought tomorrow. I've got Shaolin Workouts to try. PHWOAR!

Monday, September 25, 2006

Support the ABC!

What's ABC?

Today, finally, our prelims have ended. I only had to come at 9-something, yet I came early anyways; because the early bird gets the worm or in this case, the stars :).

I spent the morning studying in the class with Bernard and Xian Liang. Me and Bernard weren't really studying though. We were singing! I had Delise's iPod with me, so me and Bernard listened to it, and sang along with the songs which had lyrics. The whole level was practically empty, so me and my Bud Bernard sang our hearts out. I think we irritated Xian Liang with our voices, but what the heck. 5 years from now, when Singapore Idol X comes around, there'll be me as the "Malay" guy, and Bernard as the "Beng".

Watch out for it. And I'll win; History repeats itself.

The two Paper 1s weren't too difficult. If me and the guys' markings are correct, I should be getting 35+ for both, with "should" being the key word. Nothing's cast in stone yet; my fate is still in question. NS? Poly? JC? Rokok?


After that, I had lunch with Ringo, Andrian, Glenn Lum and Ching Yong. It was like a "Singapore" table. Ringo had the "western", Kanta had the "chinese", Glenn and Ching Yong had the "indian", and I had the "malay". Typical me. The paper prata's good, but I've had better. After buying some cheezee hotdogs from the cinema ("Enjoy the Movie!" said she, and I walked away from the cinema without saying a word), me and Glenn headed over to school for our Mother Tongue Orals.

Thankfully, the 'B' syllabus orals were held in our school; or else I'd have to go to some other school. From what Glenn and Jeremy told me, passing the Orals seemed simple. Or maybe they were over-simplifying it, who knows? Bascially:

Don't Pontang: Just Pass
Raise 1 Point during Convo: Pass
Raise 2 Points during Convo: Merit
Raise 3 Points during Convo: Distinction
The passage is completely ignored.

With that in mind, I got myself ready. There were many people from other schools; some looked hyper beng, but some of them were friendly enough (I made a friend; an ally in the battle against The English Teacher!). Anyways, one of the teachers who took me was ancient while the other was young and hip. I always preferred the older teachers because they've got the tendency to be lenient and have that motherly attitude, but in this case, I liked the younger teacher more. She was pretty xD.

Sidetracking abit; but it's the Ramadan month for the Muslims right now. This is just a reminder. Just now, the drink-stall lady went up the hall to offer refreshments to the invigilators. I was shocked when she offered 'em to the Muslim teachers. It seemed like she genuinely had no idea, but still; it's our job to know.

So now you know.

I was the first to go. I read the passage, and only stumbled towards the end. I was nervous see. For the conversation, the young and pretty teacher uttered one word: "Jiran", which meant "neighbours". That was all I had to go with; a single word. I talked alot of shit; at least, enough to score a distinction. I did sprinkle abit of english here and there. I couldn't figure out how to translate "A welcoming and warm atmosphere to Malay", so I just said it. I thought it sounded cheem enough that they'll let it slide.

And that was it for my orals. A simple affair, which had one too many english words. Anyways, I was quarantined until around 3 something. During this time, I chatted with this guy from ACS:I, who was in the same situation as me. He had a suckitude in Malay.

Me, Glenn Lum and Elgin then went to Plaza Sing to play arcade for abit. It's been a long time! We met Ryan first, who was so excited he nearly burst his pants. I mean, it has been months since he has gotten out of his house! The others watched John Tucker Must Die; feedback for the movie has been positive, but I prefer to judge it for myself.

There was me, Ryan, Glenn Lum, Elgin, Ching Yong, Yan Shan, Kim Shan, Ivan and TahNern. Ooh! I can't forget Choo Jia Han! He wore his skull shoes (the pair he brought to Anniversary Dinner. DINNER!), and a shirt with LACES. He won a voucher for Queensway Shopping Centre, see.

That's laces on his shirt. He doesn't know how to tie his laces yet (notice how the Skull Shoes lack laces?), so he bought one with laces on his chest for him to practice on. Looking at the picture, you can see that it's been tied like crap; yeah, he hasn't quite grasped it yet :).

Played abit of Guitar Freaks (Ryan beat me once!), and abit of Maximum Tune. I limitted my spendings to $6. I've got to be more thrifty now! Anyways, Ringo left for the library, TahNern left too, and so did Ching Yong. The remainder of us had dinner at Carl's Jr. I, having already eaten breakfast in school, and lunch at GWC, wasn't willing to fork out $10++ for a Carl's meal, so I kopped drinks from Ryan. They had free refills, so in exchange of refilling his drinks for him, I got unlimited sips. Klever.

We talked alot of crap during the dinner, and filmed a video even. Watch out for it at YanShan's blog. And we're embarking on a plan...SUPPORT THE ABC! What does ABC stand for? You'll find out soon enough. It seems fun. Sort of. We're just stressed xD.

Glen Wirawan's birthday passed not too long ago, and he's got his vodka! It's even priced at $16 a bottle! He might not be able to purchase it now, but it looks kewl.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

I'm off to ENLIST

I turned 16 recently. 16 and a half, I mean. And so, like every other Singaporean, I'm eligible for NS! If my prelims and O-levels turn out to shits, you know where you'll find me! I'll be a fucking...NS MAN!

I got this letter just after the end of my Prelims. I can't help but think this is...faith; a sense of foreshadowing. Or maybe I'm wrong, my lit's never been fantastic, and thus, the suckitude of my "foreshadowing".

Do the Maths! If I go in NOW, when the rest of the guys enter as Privates, I'll probably a, I don't know...Captain or Colonel or something; something higher that "Privates", like..."Pelvis" or something. And after that, I'll be able to make them do push-ups and the works. Yay for that. Worst case scenario is that I become a Senior Private; but Senior carries alot of weight, too, I think.

Oh well.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Bet you didn't know

So the prelims sucked. That's an obvious fact. Well, consider this other facts which aren't as obvious. Weird but true, nonetheless.

Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.

Donald Duck's middle name is Fauntleroy.

A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.

It was discovered on a space mission that a frog can throw up. The
frog throws up it's stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of it's
mouth. Then the frog uses it's forearms to dig out all of the stomach's
contents and then swallows the stomach back down again.

A donkey will sink in quicksand but a mule won't.

The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.

Dartboards are made out of horsehairs.

To "testify" was based on men in the Roman court swearing to a statement made by swearing on their testicles.

A group of unicorns is called a blessing.

Humpty-Dumpty Fell.


Friday, September 22, 2006

Faith in Fate.

On Monday, at last our Prelims end. And the day after that, we'll be getting back all our papers. I'm nervous; heart-in-my-throat nervous.

Oh well.

Today, Geography Paper 1's out of the way. Jason marked my paper, apparently. 35/40 for the win! But in all seriousness, that's not very high, considering in Geography, your A1 can very well depend on your MCQ. Based on my calculations, I'd have to get 69.64385 (7 significant figures) to get my A1. Hopefully, I scored somewhere around that mark. News have reached my ears that the Geography Paper II marks weren't fantastic.

Oh well.

Add. Maths Paper II wasn't great either. I screwed up the last question, which I should have gotten correct. See right, the situation's something like a=x and b=y, but I put a=y and b=x, which may effectively screw the whole of my last question. Gah. And the one with the k and the Q was stupid too. But other than those two questions, nothing else really stands out. This paper's like walking on a tight-rope, compared to the first.

Oh well.

But hey, it's over, and from here, I'll take my mistakes, shove them down my throat and learn from them.

It's not like it's hell here.

Miami Vice came out today. And so, I went with Nigel (he's got better hair, and ain't bullied so much anymore), Chui Mun (tall), Alex (tall), Darren (tall), Jo-pu (tall), Glen (He just turned 16 on the 20th! Happy birthday!) and Terry (no more abs! HAH!), to Cine to catch the screening. Miami Vice is NC-16, so we faced a dilemna: Darren and Nigel are a few months shy from sweet 16, so how?

Here's how the system works in Cine. When you buy the tickets, they check for your ICs, and you have to present exactly that amount of ICs to buy how many tickets you want. After you've got the tickets, you then go to the cinema, where you have to go through another round of checking.

Loop-holes; Use them.

We bought 6 tickets from the counter at the basement, afterwhich, we headed to the counter at the 4th level, where we bought two more, using two ICs from the bunch we used downstairs. So, that's it, 8 tickets; PROBLEM SOLVED! But we've got one more problem: the second check! There were suggestions to get seperate tickets for Darren and Nigel, and then the remaining 6 will buy two rows four, occupying only the first three seats, because no one in their right mind will buy tickets there. Darren and Nigel will then abandon their movie, and occupy the unbought seats. Clever, but risky. In the end, Nigel borrowed Glen's IC (If the checker ask, he got into a car accident and got a botched operation) and Darren borrowed Chui Mun's (They look similar enough).

But....wait for it...in the end...THERE WAS NO SECOND CHECK! They asked "Are you all 16?". WTF? Who'd say "No"?

So, Miami Vice "No Law, No Order", that's their tagline. It's my second NC-16 movie with the first being Silent Thrill. The only difference between NC-16 movies and PGs seem to be limited to the blood, and the nipples. I saw nipples! My eyes! My eyes! Gah! Shizzle-fizzle!

All in all, it was a boring movie. It started off interestingly enough, I loved Jamie Foxx's character, whatever his name was. It was interesting, I felt. There was a shower scene in the first 15 minutes, and I saw nipples! But *snip*, they made an obvious cut. So much for being NC-16. It all went to hell when Gong Li entered, god, I don't mean to critisize, but one would need subtitles to understand what she was saying! But all's fine and well, when she had a "shower" scene. But alas, no nipples. Boo!

After a potential nipple-age aroused my attention, amongs others, I fell asleep promply. The story was very draggy. After Gong Li came into the scene, she kept making out with Colin Farrel's character; never in my life had I fallen asleep watching people make love. I woke up just in time for a rescue mission; guns ablazing, blood being splattered in the wall and stuff. The camera angles they used gave the impression of Counter-Strike, so that was awesome.

The movie ended; 2.5/5. I still can't remember anybody's name. Oh! I saw Truddy's nipple! As in, the character who showed her nipple was named Truddy; she sort of stuck. And there's a guy called Sonny too, but I can't remember who he is.

The guys went on to go bowling, while I headed for Plaza Singapura to look for Delise; who might or might not have been there. She had English Orals this afternoon, see, and in view of this, she postponed her music classes to tomorrow. If her orals ended early, she'd go down there she told me. I had no idea whether she'd be there, so what the hell, I took my chances and waited. Fate will bring us together; I have faith in fate <3.>

In view of the hair-check this Monday, I had a hair-cut this afternoon, at the usual. It came out fab. At least, I think so. Look forward to it! To all those Sec 4s who didn't turn up yesterday, because they didn't have to retake their Mother Tongues, you heard it from here. Don't even try to argue that you weren't informed since our hairs are supposed to be neat and tidy at all times.

That'll be it. After a few days worth of post-prelims rest, I'm kick-re-starting my revisions tomorrow. John Tucker Must Die?

Oh well.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

My Repose; A Repost

This picture's so meaningful, it deserves to be posted twice.

Physics; The study of anything under the sun that doesn't involve chemicals, or body parts.

I've got no confidence in my physics whatsover. I think I've neglected the subject. Without my knowledge, I've been embroiled in Mathematics, Chemistry and the humanities. Darn it, seriously. I've got 6 weeks, so I'm going to be brushing up on my Physics.

I may have fucked up this paper, but alot can change in the space of 6 weeks.

Let's see whether I'll be posting that picture a third time.

Literature tomorrow, and then E.Maths paper two. I've got to remember to get a new compass. I don't want a repeat of my paper one. See, I had the compass, but I didn't have the yellow pencil which accompanies it. Thank god I was able to stuff my mechanical pencil into the compass, using my super human pinoy strength.


Anyways, I apologise for the string of short posts. Prelims and O-levels and stuff; they really eat up my time, yeah?

Monday, September 18, 2006

Sick the Physics

Chemistry Paper II and A-maths Paper I down today. They were OK papers, I think. At least, I'm optimistic!

Anyways, Physics tomorrow; and I guess with that down, that's it for the heavy-going subjects. I've Lit. E left basically, and the rest are a continuation of the previous papers I've already chiong-ed.

Tips for Physics? Well...

Nah, just kidding on the part with the profanity. But in all honesty, I like the subject, but it's not a walk in the park to score in this Pure Science. Please let the questions on magnetism be at the minimum! Please!

That's it for today. I've still got to chiong for a few hours, and then some. I'll be so happy once the prelims are over, but *gasp* the O-levels rears it's ugly head with the conclusion of the prelims.

Keep those fingers crossed, and those hands held tightly.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Math is PHWOAR!

Additional Mathematics and Pure Chemistry tomorrow.

Math is PHWOAR! And the study of anything involving alcohol is PHWOAR too. So, yeah, GO! A.MATHS and GO! CHEMISTRY!

As usual, I've been studying the past few days, but a person can't study all the time. You've got to take breaks; plan your breaks so that you won't break your plan. (Wow, I made th<--at up! Wise!)

I've finally discovered the fun of taking pictures! Not that I haven't been taking pictures before. It's just that prvsly, I only took pictures of stuff which looked interesting. But with a good camera, anything can look interthing! I've taken lots of good pictures, honest! This pictures were taken by my camera phone by Delise, the pictures I took with her camera, she's yet to send over to me x(.

Yup, my shirt says "RescueMe!!"

Slant the Camera; Because shooting in horizontal and vertical can't quite cut it.

Moments of Weaknesses; Don't let them happen.


Naw, it's just my phone camera's effects! Here's more!

So Delise was sick yesterday, and I took care of her, obvsly. Hopefully, she's fully recovered. If not, then get well soon!

Everyone desires to solve a porblem by his capability. it feels it incredibly large to have got down to oneself.

Thursday, September 14, 2006


I'm in an absolute perfect mood right now.

First, I found old pictures of Choo Jia Han, Ringo, Kanta and other ex-2C people, and they've got to be seen to believe. I won't post it; I don't have permission xD.

And I have my Geography file again! Thanks Delise! When I posted earlier, she was bluffing me wth...and now I'm reunited with my file!

A1/! for Geography! Yeah!

I've been chion-ing Geography the past few hours, and I'm on a break, only to catch the finale of Rockstar...Toby just got eliminated, so fuck that, seriously.

It almost ruined my mood; almost baby :).

I'm so happy now; just am.

Map My Miseries


Oh got damn that felt good. Let's see; the past weeks I've been compiling my geography notes. I actually dug through all my shit-loads of paper, both this year's and last's, and I put them all in one sweet file. On top of that; it contains all my hand-written notes. I got cramps writing those notes; I wrote so bloody much, my hand shivered; even my finger nails were chattering, if even possible. So yeap, my file is pretty much my lifeline for geography.

And I fucking lost it.

With the geography prelim test TOMORROW.

I shed a tear.


I don't know where it went; maybe I left in the cab, or maybe it's in the classroom, or maybe somebody took in in my bag, so many maybes, yet no solid leads. It's frustrating; and I know it's my own fault, laugh all you want, but it's devestating, hours of efforts, lost just like that. They were sweet, those damn notes, and I was proud of them. *Pooooooo-fucking-oooooof*, they're gone. Sw33t. Go on, laugh at me. I don't care; If i wasn't the one with the lost file, I'd be laughing too; "noob", "stupid", "idiot". My personal favourite's "dumbass" but that's just me.

I don't feel like studying for geography anymore.

I know I still have my Textbooks; I've got my TYS and my model answers too, but...my notes are my own handiwork. Without it, I don't know, it seems meaningless to go on studying.

This is me; losing a gotdamn file. Imagine if I lose something more important; like...I don't know, my bag...I don't know, I think I might top myself :(

What the hell...OK, that's it. I don't feel so bad anymore. I'm going to study geography now :). I just needed to bitch and whine for awhile. An emo moment, in a way. And I didn't "shed a tear" because I was sad and depressed; I punched the wall so hard in frustration that I think flying kites is off limit at the moment; *crack*. Let's hope I can still write tomorrow for the 2:15 hours long test.

E-maths and Social Studies went OK today. For E-maths, certain questions were difficult, but on the whole, it was simple but tedious. As for Social Studies, my essay should be OK, but I've got doubts for my SBQ's last question. Cross-referencing's a bitch when the source is hardly connected to the other sources -.-".

And thanks to Delise for trying to look for the file. It's very much appreciated, and you're very much loved <3.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

So Sial

I spent today studying. Do I really need to go in-depth on that? "In the hallowed, silent halls of the library, Raymond Angelo slowly unzipped his bag. It was excruciating; the sound it made which echoed in the quiet. He withdrew my Geography notes, being extra careful so that the rustling of paper will be kept to the minimum. Zipped his bag shut, and got on task; the notes, line after line, were to be copied, summarised, and memorised. But, god help him, the handsome idiot had forgotten to take out his pencil box!In the hallowed, silent halls of the library, he slowly unzipped his bag. It was excruciating; the sound it made which echoed in the quiet."

Hurhur. Talking in third person; because let's face it, nobody else would bother to write a narrative with you as the main character.

I didn't have to go to school today; since we're having our prelims, and today, I don't have any papers. Tomorrow is Social Studies, and the day after that is Geography, so I've been mugging like hell for those two subjects.

Since I didn't get to go to school today, I was able to watch the penultimate episode of Rockstar! All 4 rockers were good; at least I remember their names :). Toby's going to win, I've already voted for him here! Watch his original "Throw It Away"; which is awesome on so many levels; yet, I'm astounded at the wtf-ery when I realise that the only line I remember distinctly is UH~OH~UH~OH~OH~OH! Still good though! Rock on!

They ran an article on recently eliminated Storm Large (that's an awesome name, hands down; among the rank of great names like Raymond Angelo); and surprise-surprise man! She's 3-fucking-7! Does she look 37 to you?

But srsly, props to her! She's a good rocker (Nope, not singer; they're different), and she's hawt. GOod luck to her band; "The Balls" (LOL!). I laughed out loud reading the article; "She is looking forward to being reunited with her boyfriend of four years (Davey Nipples) and his 9-year-old son". WTF Davey NIPPLES?!?! Nipples? NIPPLES? Goodness; this name tops even mine! Nipples!

They didn't mention their son's name but here's my guesses:
-Davey Storm (Combination of two; I shan't mention the other combination *ahemLARGENIPPLESahem* for the sake of sounding childish)
-Tsunami Testicles
-Test Testes
-Far King Nuts
-Tits Thunder
-Hurricane Samantha (WTF?)
-Raymond Angelo (They copy me one)

Anyways, that'll be it. They're showing Singapore Idol, as usual, but it still remains as my "In-between" show; Rockstar's so good that it's worth watching twice; and SG Idol's so bad, it's not even worth watching one time through...LOL. I'm being mean; that's a joke, I think. I'll watch SG Idol...NEXT WEEK!

And that's it. 26 more please!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

"What's Updawg?"

"Is it me or is updawg here?"
"Does it smell like updawg here?"
"I don't know what that is... -.-"
"Don't you just feel so updawg?"
"What's that?"
"What's that?!?!"

Both parties end up getting frustrated without the joke ever being gotten. I tried to re-enact it; a favourite scene of mine from The Office, but I lack the comedic timing. Just watch:

Someone one said that if I ever wanted to make it big; I'd have to talk about something which will interest the general population. I thought my life was interesting; but apparently, not so; because this shit plummets like *swoosh*, almost like an upside down Nike logo. So, let's talk about some interesthings.


So what's interesthings lately? Besides my life, which doesn't seem to be of anyone's interest; Singapore Idol's been up! I know; this won't interest international readers one bit; but let's start small shall we? Somebody, call Tomorrow (which is so yesterday)!

About Singapore Idol; well Joakim couldn't sing as well as the previously-ousted contestants, and I'm glad he's out of the competition. He wasn't much of a singer; but let's face it; he's got looks, confidence, in other words, the works; and the way the hosts and judges keep putting him down, he's bound to get bucketful of sympathy votes. "This is a singing competition" says the weakly teasers. We know who they want to boot out of the competition. At least this proves the authenticity of the competition; if I were Dick (correction: I am dick) or one of the other judges, I'd have used all my powers to kick him out. Singapore Idol: Phwoar!

My vote goes to the Malay Guy and in saying this, I don't mean any racial bias; I don't know there names, so race is the easiest way to distiguish them. We're down to the bottom three I think; the goth guy went out and we're left with the Chinese Guy, the Malay Guy and the Chick. Anyways, based on the one and only episode I watched last Sat/Sun (other than odd snippets here and there, you know, in between commercials of Rockstar: Supernova) I like the Malay Guy's voice, though the Chinese Guy's rendition of Chasing Cars was bombage, but the other song was not hawt, and the Chick was very forgettable, so I support the Malay! Someone pass me the rokok...

So, as the show went on, they've got this special messaging services where you can get your message displayed for people with blogs to scrutinise and laugh at. The usual "I-love-you so&so" and the ever-present "so&so will always be my idol" trickled through, yes "trickled" because there weren't exactly gajillions of people rubbing their fingers raw over their phones. Anyways, one message stood out: "All Malays vote for the Malay guy". Sial only this bodoh; nabei kambing knnccb. Singapore Idol still must bring race in siah. I mean to say, in proper english this time; What the fuck? If all the Malays band together and vote for the Malay dude, and all the Chinese band together and vote for the Chinese dude (let's face it, most voters are female, and as females, they vote for males, which is typical, but wth), by default, the Malay dude loses! Way to go, numbnuts! At the rate you're going; you not only waste 50 cents and shamed yourself in front of everyone; you might have just cost the Malay Guy winning the Singapore Idol! The Winner is You! Because you're above logic and common sense!

You know what I call SG Idol? That Show During Commercial Breaks of Rockstar.

Both shows are exactly the same; only Rockstar>SG Idol, obvsly. I'm not putting down anyone in SG Idol; they've got talent to make it that far; hands down, they're better than me in singing. I've got no right to critisize them, so I won't. I'll just compare them to the contestants of Rockstar, and gawd, those rockers know how to rawk. The two shows can't compare, Rockstars got Dave Navarro (Yeah! He's part Pinoy!), Tommy Lee (That guy you saw with Pam Anderson in that video), the other two cool members of Supernova and that hot host. In SG, we've got Gurmit After-the-break Singh, the other guy (I srsly can't remember his name), and the four mousekeeters, who don't really interact all that much. So yeah, because the shows are in the same time slot; I watch Rockstar, and during the commercial breaks, I switch to iDol-on-5.

Lo-and-behold because coincidentally, Rockstar is ending (go TOBY!) just a week before iDol does. So all the usual Rockstar fans, after the finale, will switch to watching SG iDol, just in time to catch the finale! And, I bet Channel 5's going to have a "thank-you-for-watching" commercial; and brag about the increase in viewership during the finale! But that's only because there's no more Rockstar!

Yup, you heard it here first; all the bullshit.

You must be wondering why I'm up so late. Studying lah, of course. Prelims are these week, and shall continue to next week, all the way to the beginning of next-next week. Gah. Study hard everyone! I've got no school on Wednesday, so I might drop by here for a tete-a-tete (typo? confirm typo). Physics practical went fine, at least for me. My figures haven't been to far off; but I'm worried about the decimal places, and significant figures. Let's hope chemistry practical tomorrow will go smoothly. Thank god for coffee; and conducive studying environments; and angels and stars which bring me luck!

Sorry for the rant!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

This is Glenn Lum

Sit>Walk, 'nuff said.

While looking through my old files in the computer, I, along with the Glenn Lum sucks thing, unearthed this video which is the anti-Glenn-Lum-sucks. It totally dismantles notions that Glenn Lum sucks; he so doesn't. He made this video by himself; a 30 second animation using stop-and-move technique whereby you move the whatever by abit, take a picture, move the whatever by abit, take a picture, and basically keep up with this cycle, then combine all the pictures to form a measly 30 second clip.

Note: For added kick, play "Master of Puppets" in the background. That's how it was meant to be viewed, but somehow, the audio got killed :\.

Oh, and I found this on ShengNian's blog (hope he doesn't mind)! Lmao! Further proof that Glenn Lum is awesome!

G-lum answers:
"Why are girls so hard to understand?"

Oh, the holidays have ended, and the prelims begin. That's how the story goes, I guess. I got the most luck, because I've got my lady luck, and I've got a gajillion birds at my beck and call :o. A thousand birds and no balls in sight...the epicentre of Awesometitude is here.

Kewt met Kewl

Yesterday, we had an argument in Messenger. I can't post the whole chat log, more like I don't know how to, but it went something like this.

Raymond: i AM kewl babe, kewl as eyes
Delise: and i'm kewt :D
Delise: omg, i'm kewl, you're kewt
Raymond: I'm the kewl one!

It's pretty lame, but it's this lame-ity (word-existance check pls), that I treasure. Anyways, since I'm the one blogging about this, I'm the one to decide who's kewl and who's kewt! I'm kewl. Delise is kewt. Ta~freaking~da!

Thanks, Delise for making this holidays so special; so memorable. You're always there, just as I'm here. I know I've been very emo lately. Maybe it's because I watched Lars the Emokid, or maybe it's just because of the Prelims stress, and all that all-your-past-efforts-will-go-to-shit-and-so-will-your-future-if-you-blow-this thinking; I'm not a pessimist by nature; but if I do badly in this prelims and subsequently the O-levels, it's like all my efforts in the past are for naught; and that's going to feel yeowch and then everybody's going to point and laugh at the humpty dumpty, fallen from the wall.

You're always there, whether in person or on the other line to give me all the words of encouragement I need to here; pick me up when I fall down, pull me closer when I stray, whatever it is, you always know what to say.

I've been whining alot lately about alot of things, and I apologise for that. I'll try not to emo, but I won't try too hard because I know you'll put up with me still. Thanks for everything. You're my eternity.

Behind this picture is a story only the two of us will share <3

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster. FASTER.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Can you feel the burning?

Ok, so we've had a one week holiday, which equates to around 9 holiday-days, yet, I've only had two posts, and the previous one was a non-post, at least I think it wasn't good enough to be considered an "official" post.

The holidays are a FARCE.

I haven't been able to update because of the upcoming examinations, the mocks, and all the classes I've had to attend. Oh, and I've been going out with Delise alot lately; I study, and she just slacks *feints a gasp*. Muacks; I love her, even if she doesn't know how to post youtube videos on her blog *insert non-feinted gasm here*. Anyways, to quote; "that's just brief. haha putting my stuff on the net for gay faggots to wank on ain't going to feel nice".

I like our privacy. And since she can't do it, I will :) This guy's hiLARSious. Punny? No?

And this is abit late, but Croc Hunter, Steve Irwin died recently. Killed by a Stingray; God, bless him and his family. It's a real pity he passed. I was part of the Crocodile Hunter: Croc Files era. Some of you may be too young to remember; but I was part of his time. Sunday at 12 on Kids Central, crikey, there he is wrestling Crocodiles. I watched it weekly with my brothers, but pity he faded into obscurity. Still, he'll be remembered for all he's done; oh, and don't vent your anger on the stingray! It was just trying to protect itself after all. I mean, if some random bloke comes near me, I'd have given him a punch...yeah, a punch because I'm gangsta, so gangsta, no matter how white I get, I'm black.

I've been skipping alot lately too. Ever since I misplaced my branded skipping rope, I've made do with my youngest brother's plastic neon green ones he got for free from school. I've got to say I like it a whole lot. When I skip really really quickly, smoke comes out from the handles, and I can feel and smell the burning. I imagine the burning smell to be from my calories (burn calories, burn!) but they're really the rubber burning. My worst fear right now is the rope just snapping while I'm skipping, and whipping me right across the back. Happened to me once before. Yeowch, I went.

I caught up on teevee this holidays too. Nothing's better than practicing A-maths/Physics/Chemistry in front of your tube.

Has anybody else caught "No Reservations"? The ULTIMATE in funny documentary. "I'm the epicentre of suckitude".

The mockumentary, The Office is gold too. In this era which lacks "Friends", "Seinfeld", "Everybody Loves Raymond" (It ended it's run recently), The Office is a beacon of light in a world where reality is teevee. The jokes are not for everybody, but I feel special knowing that I'm one of the few intelligent enough too get the show xD...jkjk lah. It's not slapstick comedy; and may not be everybody's cup of tea, but it's my current fave. This video is about Dwight, the typical ass-kisser in the office, and him complaining to his boss about all the stuff his collueagues done to him. The Office stars that guy from 40-year-old Virgin, so it's gotta be good.

"Cage matches? Yeah they work. How can they not work? If they didn't work, then everybody will still be in the cage"

And who can forget Arrested Development? Gob is the shitz...with a "z" for extra pazaazz. It's just too bad that good shows don't get enough recognition nowadays. Lost didn't get anything for this years Emmy's (Go Figure), and that guy from Monk won best male actor in a comedy again. The Emmy's is going to hell, and so is mainstream television. YouTube for life! Who needs Kids Central, when you've got this shiznit? Even non Yu-Gi-Oh fans should love this.

"Screw the rules, I HAVE MONEY!"

Ahh, that's enough of Videos. I'm off to study, NEKEED. Yup, studying nekeed is the best. Go to your room, bring in ALL your school work and some chips and drinks, oh, and an empty bottle but make sure it's not labeled so that you drink your p** by mistake, strip to your undies, lock the door (optional), and then get to work. The logic is that you'd be too lazy to put on your clothes to get out of the room, so you'd stay there to study. It works for me, that's all I can say.

Some pics, old but good.

This picture is gold, as gold as the hair lol. This infamous incident, happened a gajillion (mine) days ago. This was what happened, the night before, Unknown Student A's mum had left-over hair dye. Unknown Student A used the remaining hair dye, and came to school the next day, looking like this. Reactions were O.O, O.o, or :O. Unknown Student A spent assembly in the toilet, spent PE in the toilet, and spent the remainder of the day with his hand on his head.

I was at GWC two weeks ago, and I saw no mirror! WTF? Toilet w/o mirror?

I got the most sKILLS. Get it? It can either be viewed as "skills", or "kills", which is CLEVER. Hurhur.

I found this image in my received file. Somebody had sent it to me about a year ago. Can anyone take credit/responsibility? Anyways, Glenn Lum so does not suck ass. He's the bestest fish friend anyone can ask for, and I'll never forget him, especially for the questionable dance moves he added to our ACES day dance.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

This is a MOCKery

This place is dead; like the air between your ass and the chair, dead.

The mocks have been keeping me occupied. Every single day, I've had to return to school to sit for one paper or another. Monday was the Pure Science's practical, Tuesday was E-maths (90/95, go me!), yesterday was A-maths (Paper II, which was so much harder than Paper I :\) and Literature (the poem, Broken Roots was emo, I didn't like it). And finally, today, I'm sitting for my Geography mocks.

I thought I'd be able to get a break tomorrow, but no, there's Literature classes. Gah.

That's it for my update. It's not much, but I haven't got the time really. I'll update, in the future. Oh, yeah, call me Captain Obvious. Ok, then I'll update on Saturday. Because, as a wise person once said, if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.

MiniShine Milk Tea takes over the world. I think I catalysed this catastrophe...Alliteration -_-"
Creds: First is by me, the prettier one is Delise.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Nice to meet you; I will eat you.

My motto: a REVOLUTION without dancing is a REVOLUTION not worth having.


According to Reader's Digest, it's the funny-funny month this month. So let me share a joke. My own joke, too.

The other day, just before ACES, 4b had spare blue hair colour, so I took advantage, and borrowed some. After applying it to my hair, I had blue hair. Some guy asked me what happened to my hair. "Apparently, it blue itself"

And since we're into colour jokes, orange I funny?

*Blinkblink*, you don't get it? It's not me that's lame...Oh well. I'm sure you'll get this:

Anyways, the holidays just started, but for some reason, it doesn't feel like a holiday. Maybe it's because I missed out on my PPR this term, or maybe it's because I'll be going back to school every single day this holidays, so, yup, this holiday is the ultimate anti-holiday. Some days, I'm staying in school for a longer period of time than I do on normal school days. Oh well, I'll just ROCK the Prelims; and subsequently, the O-levels.

Good luck to all graduating classes! No such thing as stupid, only lazy, or at least, keep telling yourself that :). And don't avoid laughing at yourself; you might be missing out on the joke of the century.

I got stabbed.

Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italise the statements that you wish are true.
Leave the fibs alone.

I miss somebody right now.
I dont watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse sometimes. {All the time} I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. {At least, I think so}
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm totally smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have long hair. I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
I like the way i look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent!
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
I am currently single. I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop then eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the South Park movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I am happy at this moment!
I'm obsessed with guys.
I love hugs.
I study for tests most of the time. I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever i can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I am a chocoholic.
I love kisses.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.
I am a caffeine junkie. I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions. I will collect anything, and the more nonsesical the better.
I'm an artist.
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.

Be with me, please, I beseech you.

I can't believe it; you and me together...I never imagined anything like this but I'm so thankful we're together the way we are.

Lost without you; that's how I felt. I remember how I couldn't find the Bukit Merah Library after alighting from the 139 bus at the interchange; I felt so lost. After what seemed like a gajillion years, I found the library. It was as if an inexplicable force was pulling me towards it. And babe, that force is you. You're like the Earth and me the moon; you give the pulling force; the gravity which prevents me from spinning out into the depths of space. When I finally saw you, you gave me a smile; I didn't find you, you pulled me towards you're being; it was you who found me. Ahh...though High School Musical is so June 8 2006, I can't resist but quote: "For so long I was lost, so good to be found".

Only you can make me feel the way I'm feeling now. All your small gestures make me smile. Those random chocolates in the morning; the books you've lent me, which in their small way, have shaped me somehow; and especially when you tell me exactly what I want to hear at any given moment. Do you remember the day before my English prelims, where I panicked like shiznits. I went through the "oh-shit-i'm-so-scared-of-the-dang-prelims", and you put up with listening to my complaints, and after I've bitched all my bitchings, you told me that I could do it, and I think I did, because you were there for me :). I like how you're always there for me, just like how I'm always here for you. Sometimes, you whisper you're insecurities to me; I hope god gives me the power to whisk them away, because there's no reason you should feel that way; you're the only one; When I ask how high, you tell me as high as possible.

Vent your thoughts on me; I'm beside you, just as you're beside me. We'll walk this path side by side, but even then, I'll be behind you still, no matter how physically impossible that is. I'll bend myself for you. Nowadays, my handphone's always beside me; I can't wait for your calls; I don't want to miss any of them. I even bring it to the toilet, though the irony is that even then, I can't receive your calls because the signal in my house, especially in the toilets is pathetic. With your phone gone, I miss your messages, but you seem to be coping well, borrowing Marcus Tan's phone. I just hope you delete my messages after I've sent it to him, because I sound like a wussy pussy in my messages. I turn pussy for you...? :).

Every moment, thoughts of you permeate my mind. When you're not around, I can't help but wonder where you are. When you're gone, I can't help but wish you were here. I prepare for my English essays, as I've told you, by reading through model essays. But another way I prepared was by flipping though the pages of my Model Compo. Book, stopping at a particular title, and then structuring a full story from beginning to end. For every title, I spotted, you were in the title. "Describe an enjoyable journey you had"- I thought of my journeys with you. "Misunderstood" - Our first mini-argument where you inferred wrongly from my blogpost xD, "The search" - Me looking for you all over at Dawson, the first time we arranged to meet there, but you were late -.-. "Blinded" - The way you look past what you see, the way you embrace me, both literally and figuratively, always makes weakens me in the knee. "'It's music to my ears!' Write about the sounds you like the best and the reasons why they mean so much to you" - The songs in your iPod, especially "I Think We're Alone Now" and "Only Love". "Nuff Said.

You're more than enough. You always say those words to me, but please, it goes both ways. Just as you think this way, I do too. The only one I'll ever need is you, promise. That's coming from the heart. Remember our conversation as we ran for Paya Lebar MRT station while the heavens poured for us? You said "It was cold", and then I said "Yeah". We were holding hands. "That's why I hold your hands", said I. I smiled, and then you laughed. "That's what I wanted to say!". And I grinned and nodded, because I know you meant it.

Only Love, by Trademark, I saw the playlist in your iPod, and it only had this one song in it. It was written for us, that's how I feel. I didn't notice the picture until you pointed it out to me. I'm touched, all the same. I'll share my Subway cookies (chocolate chip+oat meal), and the sandwich (footlong+tuna+extra bacon+veg+cucumber+onions+pepper), and the drink (sprite). I'll bring you to places you've never been to before, like the Sky Garden at Suntec, and even Boracay (WOW PHILIPPINES!). And I'll do 10 more things with you, so that you'll have an equal score as me :).

Until the end of forever, I WILL LIKE YOU. I LIKE YOU, you said I didn't say it, so I'll say it here, and everyday after. I've written it, I'll leave you to publish it (PLEASE PUBLISH IT!), thus we'll tell the world together. I'll leave it at this point. I hope you notice the "secret code"; I BELIEVE YOU. Those three words; It's here.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Pinoy in Malay Street

I know it was only recently that I did the What-if quiz, but quizzes have been scarce lately, so I get giddy when a new one pops up and do it straight-away. This one was snagged from Delise who clapped the loudest when I did my dedication speech.

I have lived through 67 of these 99 things.

Put numbers in the boxes instead of x's
(ex. 1, 2, 3, 4,)repost as "I have lived through
_ of these 99 things. "

[1] I have read a book before
[2] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.
[ ] I have been to Canada.
[3] I have been on some sort of sports team.
[4] I have watched cartoons for hours before
[5] I have tripped UP the stairs. {Remeber Sports Day?}
[6] have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.
[ ] have been snowboarding/skiing.
[7] I have played ping pong.
[8] I swam in the ocean. {More like wade, but same-same I guess}
[ ] I have been on a whale watch.
[9] I have seen fireworks. {But they paled in comparison}
[10] I have seen a shooting star. {And I've made a wish}
[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.
[11] I have almost drowned. {Hence my fear of water}
[12] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to
disappear. {Way too many times}
[13] I have listened to one cd over & over & over
again. {Hoobastank; The Reason}
[14] I have had stitch(es).
[ ] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.
[15] I have stayed up til 6am doing homework
[ ] I currently have a job.
[ ] I have been ice skating.
[ ] I have been rollerblading.
[16] I have fallen flat on my face.
[17] I have tripped over my own two feet.
[18] I have been in a fist fight.
[19] I have played videogames/com for more than 3
hours straight.
[20] I have watched The Power Rangers before. {And I'm proud of it}
[21] I do / have attended Church regularly.
[22] I have played truth or dare.
[23] I have already had my 16th birthday.
[ ] I have already had my 17th birthday.
[ ] I've called someone stupid. And meant it.
[24] I've been in a verbal argument.
[25] I've cried in school.
[26] I've played basketball on a team. {I'm just assuming that 'team' can mean the ones in Phys. Ed, to rack up points xD}
[27] I've played softball on a team.
[28] I've played football on a team.
[29] I've played soccer on a team.
[ ] I've done cheerleading on a team.
[ ] I've swam on a team.
[ ] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my
[ ] I've bungee jumped.
[30] I've climbed a rock wall before.
[31] I've lost more than $20.
[32] I've called myself an idiot
[33] I've called someone else an idiot
[34] I've cried myself to sleep
[35] I've had (or have) pets.
[36] I've owned a Spice Girls cd. and or tape
[37] I've owned a Britney Spears cd
[38] I've owned an N*Sync cd
[39] I've owned a Backstreet Boys cd
[ ] I've mooned someone
[40] I've sworn at someone in authority
[41] I've been in the school newspaper / insights.
[ ] I've been on TV
[42] I've eaten sushi.
[43] I've been on the other side of a waterfall
[44 ] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings
[45] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.
[ ] I've watched the 3 Stooges at least once.
[46] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick & Jessica.
[47] I've watched Looney Tunes before.
[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker
[48] I've been called a geek.
[49]I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.
[50] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.
[51] I've met a celebrity / music / TV artist.
[52] I've written poetry.
[ ] I've been arrested
[53] I've(had) been attracted to someone much
older than me. {Just a crush :\}
[ ] I've been tickled till I've cried
[54] I've tickled someone else until they cried
[55] I've had / have siblings
[56] I've been to a rock concert
[57] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it
[58] I've been in a play
[59] i've been picked last in gym class
[60] I've been picked first in gym class or so
[61] Ive been picked in that middle-range in gym
[ ] I've cried in front of my friends
[62] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages
[63] I've freaked out over a sports game
[64] I’ve vomited in public
[65] I've washed someone else’s vomit
[ ] I’ve ran away
[ ] I’ve had a stalker
[ ] I've had a fight with someone on txt
[66] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face
[ ] I've been in a car accident
[67]'ve forgiven someone who has done
something bad to me
[ ]I've personally seen someone die
[ ]I've been confronted by a police officer but
got away
[ ]I've(had) lost someone who meant the world to
me {Never ever}

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