I’m beginning to wonder how I got through quality control. Apparently, the Chemistry component wasn’t installed in my brain, and the maths one is malfunctioning. (ha, ha. very funny.) I suppose next year I’ll need to work really hard to do well enough for chemistry and maths…
The end of the examinations. I decided to try an experiment - bring a camera to school and capture the “Oh God kill me now I’m so screwed” look. Here are the results:
Oh God. I’m so screwed.








I am a Chemistry God. I am also a Maths God. Join me on my mountain Olympus.
This statement holds true until I do a chemistry or mathematics practice paper.
“I am a practitioner of Ninjitsu. I can make my body vibrate at speeds which renders it invisible to the human eye. I am Goooood.”
I guess in order to make it seem as though I’m doing something with my life, I’m going to start blogging again. No, for reals. Anyway, looking at the plight of IB students, being able to film moving up this year seems to be slipping further and further out of reach. I am, however, intent on finishing the script before the end of this year, so that at least something can be done next year, or if there’s any hope possible, that it can still be done this year. In the meantime I’ve been hit by a massive dose of gear fetish - the new letus adaptors. Oh. My. God. You’d needa be a filmie to appreciate it, but I assure you its agonising. I need $1600 dollars, and am currently in the process of finding a sugardaddy.
Oh and today was honor’s day. Finally received something for Hockey in return for my long years of slavery service to the school. Also learnt that one should never piss of the person who is reading out your name. As I was about to receive the award, I noticed that two of my friends who were announcers were waiting in reserve for their turn, until the then announcer was finished with her shift. As a result I thought it safe to laugh at the duo. However, as fate would have it, they switched just as I was about to go out and I was mortified to see the guy I was just laughing at now doing the announcements. I thus walk out to a name that was mispronounced on purpose. Poetic justice is quite the bitch.
Common tests next week. I hereby proclaim that my chem is at the mercy of the gods that be, for I am totally screwed. Vlad the impaler’s victims can’t appreciate how screwed I am for chem. No, seriously. I curse whichever cruel being imposed the punishment of chem unto mere students like us. Curse thee Curie, curse thee Chatelier. Avogadro’s cool though - I understand his chapter well enough. As for history, I am thoroughly innundated with facts from both World Wars, plus Stalin. Mussolini you bald bastard, you ain’t worth my time.
Sigh, I need to to borrow somebody’s brain for next week. Any takers?
Do read this.
A brief, insightful read that effectively refutes certain recent claims by our very own Minister Mentor.
I’m embarrassed that we would resort to criticizing (and questioning the competence) of others for the sake of elevating our status. Very crude; very unbecoming.
Who knew that it was all around us? The deadly poison, dihydrogen monoxide.
If you still don’t get what dihydrogen monoxide is, it’s WATER. H20.
Here’s a website totally dedicated to warn the inhabitants of Earth of the dangers of this very harmful compound. Enjoy!
http://www.dhmo.org/
Disclaimer: To those who tend to sue, please recognize humor.
I was pondering my Economics Internal Assessment topic and thought of my previous post…
Topic: Ministerial Pay
Subject: Ministers
Principles: Price Elasticity, Supply & Demand
Evaluation: High, elastic supply etc etc… zero demand
Whoops.
I haven’t posted in ages - fifteen months; that it took the issue of ministerial pay increments to resurrect me from my slumber just reflects how vehemently I reject the government’s proposition.
However, I don’t believe in repeating that which has already been said. Therefore, I urge you to read this (courtesy of Nicholas):
“Citizens should be able to look to leaders for moral leadership and inspiration. If what they perceive are mercenaries at the helm, then asking them to make sacrifices will be met with cynicism and indifference.” - Sylvia Lim, 11 April 2007
I’m revisiting the fundamental concern of ministerial pay; the proposed increase is merely an extension of this travesty of principle.
Is service defined by its purpose or its side-effects? It seems to be the latter in this case.
How condemned this nation is if we are led by people drawn only by financial incentives. We’re told that such measures are necessary to retain talent - all too true! Our current ministers serve the hand that feeds them - the ostensible master if you will. In the course of this process, perhaps they forget the body that toils for their remuneration - the people they should be serving. Conveniently, government and nation are confused with each other.
Sure, all this will be refuted with lucid, logical arguments that seem to make sense in the head, but leave the heart cold and empty. So I ask this: would our dear top three highly-paid ministers persevere in their positions if presented with very decent but relatively modest salaries? Let’s say $600,000 per annum. Or is that peanuts to them?
As a side note (something worth considering), my mom feels that certain ministers’ million-dollar draws are justified. Her alternative view states that: considering that the capable should be suitably rewarded - CEOs of major companies are paid such sums, if not more - why shouldn’t the figurative CEO of a country deserve it? The source of her antagonism is that some in the Cabinet do not appear to be as able as their salaries imply. There’s no problem with high wages - it’s just that some don’t seem to earn it. Can these persons command equal incomes in the private sector? Or are their current glorified statuses artificial? I’ll leave that for you to decide.
“I cannot agree with the Members who see political office as yet another career choice. It must be more than a job, and the holder must be able to think of others besides himself.” - Sylvia Lim, 11 April 2007
I too contend with the government’s proclaimed reasons: inane excuses such as ‘reducing the chance for corruption’. Our leaders seem to claim that their fraudulent tendencies are kept in check only by paychecks graced with astronomical figures. Not very reassuring. Besides, corruption is grounded in the vice of greed, and avarice is independent of numerical magnitude. It is part of human nature to desire more.
I just watched 300 yesterday. Heavily fictionalized it may be, but for purpose of this example, it matters not. This is fact: Emperor Xerxes was never satisfied with the extent of his Persian empire; enormous as it was, he insisted on conquering Sparta and was guided by the precept of indefinite expansion. Sounds like greed to me.
‘…the Singapore whore children that show up when the plane from America touches down! ~_^‘
I can just picture an imaginary conversation:
Hey, wow, like, aren’t white people like the coolest? Like on TV?
They’re Greek GODS!
Oh my gawd! I need to, like, hang out with them!
… and then they end their comical performance with a hair-rasing seduction by flaunting the oh-so-sexy Singaporean accent.
My facial cleanser boasts that it can make your skin 20 years younger. By my calculations my skin should be -4 years old.
Calvin Klein underwear? I find it extremely disturbing that you wear another man’s name on your penis.
This is a trailer and teaser for Moving Up: The Movie, which was made primarily as a drama club project. Its about three guys as they transition from Year 4 to Year 5, and the many changes - not the least of which the fact that the school will be co-ed for the first time in their lives. Oh, did I mention that they think they’re really cool….but they’re not….
This video was shot in 16:9 on a Canon XH-G1. Enjoy.
The Singapore Motorshow, which I visited last Thursday, had its fair share of showroom booth babes promoting whatever automobile they were assigned to.
The four hired by Bridgestone sure left a lasting impression. They were supposed to look pretty next to this very recognizable car. They don’t deserve a photo, though.
Between the four of them, they could not guess which make the car was, not even with the big prancing horse logo and trademark blood red colour scheme. When further queried on the driver of this monstrous Formula 1 machine, they were thoroughly stumped. Even with this big of a hint:
Thankfully, there were at least a few promotional models that did not exhibit such obvious witlessness, even managing to look classy.
Still, many of them were neglecting their duties thanks to a live performance of Kelly Rowland’s. Natural groupies.
(Why the hell is she cupping her butt?)
Film, is a business. Recently(by that I mean earlier tonight) I attended my first film festival, and we did take all the necessary steps to ensure that we were sufficiently prepared to whore our film. These steps include, but are not restricted to 20 copies of the film, handcuffs, bludgeons and lassos. The game plan: watch or die. We had crew on site which consisted of bouncers handpicked from various prestigious unemployment bins, oh and the creator of the film, of course.
I managed to coerce almost everyone into taking a copy of the painstakingly duplicated CDs, which featured amongst other things, no covers and handwritten with meticulous attention to detail and with a calligrapher’s hand was the title, sitting on the CD proudly for all to admire. The response to the film was generally good - Bruno made sure of that. However there were a few caveats. A few dared venture that the acting was subpar. They were promptly labeled as heretics and burned at the stake. Indeed, we seem to be doing pretty well on the public relations side…
Alright everyone who’s reading this site, please vote for Blinded! Its kind of like a prequel for countdown and voting just opened up, so please vote for it! Its right on the far right hand corner.
Here.