For once, I'm spoilt for choice over subject matter. A pity, then, that I have absolutely no time to write at all.

I shall leave you with a quote from, once again, the irascible Mr. Kwa.

Edmund: "Eh sir how to do question 4? I can't do question 4!"
Mr. Kwa: "Don't worry, I didn't really expect any of you to be able to do that question."

Today is the last day of iLearning, i.e. the last day of the pseudoholidays. I'll miss sleeping late, and waking up even later (yknow, when you open your eyes and actually see bright light.)

Still have lots of online hw to do, though, but then again the entire iLearning concept is so badly thought out they probably won't realise that half the students in RI haven't touched the homework at all. After all, you have stuff like Kek's Quiz, which, as most people have probably found out by now, guarantees that you won't be able to score full marks. Even if you're Edumund.

(By the way, the answer is 42 because, as someone pointed out to me, 42 is the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. This falls under the third category, unless you're the aforementioned Edmund, in which case it falls under the first.)

St. Nicks is having its fiesta thing on Saturday; my sister's dragging me over there just so I can patronize her booth. And laugh at her, but that's optional. It essentially means that my entire Saturday is shot.

On a seperate note, I realised that 'lol' and 'haha' are way too overused in MSN conversations. They should be given new meanings.

haha /ha-ha/

– noun
1. Slang, normally used in online conversations to mean "I don't know what to say but I think I need to say something right now or this conversation will take an awkward turn so I'll just say this to break the silence." Not to be confused with an expression of laughter.

I realise that, truly, a dead tagboard is a great disincentive for blogging. In other words, kindly post more crap on my tagboard. David shall be a shining example for us all.

Just joking la.

The first round of Interclass was today, we drew 0-0. Not a bad result, considering we were generally outplayed for the entire match. Our best shot on goal came from outside the penalty area; they hit the post twice.

Still, at least we won't need to play them again.

My right foot hurts like hell.

I learnt yesterday that it really is much more satisfying to teach others than to be taught. Now I know why Nic Chee doesn't mind when I spam him with inane Maths questions for virtually the entire day before any exam.

I hope I gave the right answers, though.

In light of yesterday's inane post, I'll try to write a longer one today. This doesn't mean it's going to make any more sense, though.

I shall now talk about a contradictory place, a place which, in small doses, improves your image (theoretically, at least), and, in large doses, makes you look like a complete epic fail loser. It's called the arcade. First, a warning:

How to tell if you're a complete epic fail loser:
1. You spend more than 5 hours in the arcade every day.
2. Your arcade card is ridiculously shiny and gaudy,
3. The staff call you 'sir' and roll out the red carpet for you whenever you arrive because you single-handedly pay all their salaries.
4. You know how to play every single game machine in there. This includes Para Para, DDR, Candy World, and the funny beeping machine with flashing lights that no one (including the staff) has any idea how to operate, except you.
5. Your name is on the high score list for every single machine.
6. You can actually play Para Para without looking completely gay.

Let us sing, dance, make merry and generally embarass ourselves, shall we not?

People have been asking me to post. Apparently I do get readership, which means that I must be doing something right. Quite alot of things to write about, actually, but most of them are mundane; when I compare what I've written with the glorious (no pun intended) deeds of others, it pales in comparis...

hell, this isn't an essay competition.

Those people who read personal messages (what's WRONG with yall, don't you have more fun things to do?) should know that I had a Maths TA on Monday. Suffice to say that I'd be esctatic to pass.

We also finished watching The Devil Wears Prada on Monday, which I consider to be a quite decent and surprisingly deep movie for a topic so shallow. I'd still call it a bimbo movie/chickflick, but then I remember how Gwen's example of Bratz (yknow, the movie, not the plastic figurines) and I realise that there ARE worse things in the world then the standard female protagonist facing off against, this time, a woman who can talk so smoothly and quickly that, if her sentences were written on paper, they'd be run-on sentences far longer than this one, but infinitely more grammatically correct and complex.

That's all. (hurhurhur)

Oh yes.

I managed to epically jack myself for AMC, but I'm consoled by the fact that'd I'd probably embarass myself at AIME anyway. But I will not elaborate as it will quickly turn into a mathematical disseration on the laws of probability in relation to mathematical competitions. Or maybe not, maybe I'm just lazy, but the overall effect is the same. Anyway.

I envy all the people right now who get to sleep late, wake up early and suffer not School.

School starts tomorrow.

Enough said.

Okay.

I originally wanted to do the 100 question meme thing, so I copied it from someone and started writing my unique brand of crap there.

At around Question Thirtysomething, I started getting a nagging feeling that the quiz wasn't exactly meant for guys.

A few questions later, I started vaguely feeling like an idiot, but persevered.

At question 48, I got completely bored with the inane questions they asked, so I deleted everything, closed notepad, wrote this entry in lieu of 100--or at least 48--questions' worth of bullshit, and went off to sleep.

Goodnight.

It's been raining these past few days. Rain is really not good; it's depressing to be stuck in a semi-dark house the whole day while rain, well, rains outside. With great enthusiasm. Which'd make it the only enthusiastic thing that I've been in the past few days so far, anyway.

People are at NPCC camp, and I'm not one of them.

On another note, Nic Chee tells me Mr. Kwa has a facebook account. I cannot believe that. Anyone who has seen Mr. Kwa would agree with me. He's famous for being extremely mild/passive/calm/deadpan, and accidentally suanning people.

"If you were the winner last year, shade the oval. But I don't think any of you are winners, right."

I had more stuff to blog about, but now, at 11.36PM with music blasting in my ears, I honestly can't remember what I wanted to blog about. But no I will not give in to the temptation of keeping a notepad file telling me what to write because I am not that desperate. And because my blog has no readership anyway.

Someone tell the rain to go do something more productive, like staying up in the sky.

Barely 2 days into the holidays, I get a sad reminder of what awaits.
(taken from Yuchen)

Upcoming homework due:
English Book Club
English Biography
>>Maths TA for RA students<< (1st day of school) - tests trigo wkst 4 (R-formula onwards) to the graph drawing one -- epic fail
Chinese template
Biology project - form groups and tell Austin
Physics Worksheets- about 2-3 of them on temperature
Lit Dramatic Reading
Social Studies Documentary - if you dont know your groupings yet ask Yu Hsuen
RE
PE Assignment

Today's the last day of school. Yes, it's only for term 1 and so doesn't have the OMG NO MOAR SKOOL NEXT YEAR I ARE JC STUDENT effect, but still! one week of holidays is a good thing.

Term 2 is going to be way harder, though. Yes, I'm spoiling my own mood, but one glance at the upcoming project list tells me more than I want to know. SS PT worth 50% of our overall grade and involving cinematography and video recording does not bode well.

Still, there're 9 days to relax. Prepare for Term2, tank everything that the school throws at us, and before you know it we, well, we get to sit for our Olevels. level.

Incentives, incentives.

I love illogical arguments. They're damn funny.

Yesterday, during SS:

Me: "Did you just say that you would use the UN's money to provide a used-needles-for-new-ones trade program?"
Yuchen: "Yes?"
"So...you're SUPPLYING needles to drug addicts?"
"Well, it stops the transmission of AIDS."
"So you're helping other people kill themselves through drugs instead of AIDS?"
"Well, yeah, since we're only focusing on stopping AIDS."

4 more days to the end of school, although honestly what with all the crap we have to do during the holidays I don't think I'll be able to tell the difference. Except that I get to wake up at a slightly more reasonable time, which yeah would be a pretty welcome change from my sleep-at-12-wake-at-6 schedule.

chem spa today was actually quite easy. although I tried to acidify potassium dichromate using nitric acid instead of sulphuric acid, got a completely wrong answer which defied all common sense (and my notes) as a result, and ended up losing that mark, or, in a more emo-edmund-chay-oh-no-i-suck-although-i'll-probably-score-much-higher-than-you kind of way, ~5% of the overall score.
speaking of results, I got my chinese paper back today. it wasn't exactly the happiest of moments, especially with jeremy sia being himself:

"how much you got?"
"surely higher than me la."
"you failed? how can?"
"oh..."
-moves on to next victim.

which just proves my point that any chinese exam that I can't study for is an automatic fail for me. how am I going to pass olevels, I wonder.

But anyway you shouldn't end on an emo note, so I won't end there, but rather, here.

(yes, I know that made no sense at all.)

I got my new specs today. For a ridiculously cheap price. I mean, it's not even triple digits, so theoretically I can do lots of exciting mathematical calculations involving aforementioned number with my fingers, toes, and so on.

That isn't an obscure skill, by the way; AMC refuses to let you use a calculator now. So, during the exam, you either:
1) try to derive the formula for nCr based on random floating bits of knowledge, luck, and guesswork, or
2) like xuewen, you spend half the time manually working out 16C4 using nothing but multiplication, division, subtraction and addition. Yes, that's damn imba. In addition to being a complete waste of your time.

Um um um.

The reason I'm blogging after such a long hiatus (is that the word? I suppose it can't really be applied to an unintended break, but nevermind) is because I got bored of blogging. So I stopped. Then I got bored of not blogging. So...

Yeah, it's a cycle. Like life and death. Or day and night. Or yuchen and his possession (or lack thereof) of a DS.

Chem SPA tomorrow, no idea how I'm going to pass it save for the guiding grace of edmund chay.

wish me luck.