Thoughts Unlimited

HCL O levels are in a month. ONE MONTH!

I am so dead.

Anyway, on a slightly more interesting note, my life has been rather boring recently. I write, but not online. Because what I write about really shouldn't really be seen by anyone and everyone who has access to a computer and the internet.

Recently, my bus rides have been boring. Very boring. Which is quite a disappointment to me because I live for interesting bus rides. No interesting characters. No funny incidents. Just perfectly normal happenings and other unimportant, uninteresting events, such as the sound made by the EZ link card when tapped on the reader. I am that bored.

And on yet another note, (although I know yx is going to kill me for this one, but yx, don't worry, erm, I didn't manage to finish watching the whole thing as I had to leave for SS and therefore I'll be watching it again sometime probably with Cynthia and you can very well join us and be less sore about it).

Yeah, it's about that option.

We watched My Fair Lady.

And I think that it should be complusory watching for everyone who learns English, (which should be a significant enough number).

I just searched IMDb.com and I decided that the tagline for the movie is absolutely appropraite.

"The most loverly motion picture event of all!"

That song is still stuck in my head, no thanks to Manori, and I suspect that together, me and Manori have managed to stick it into Cynthia's head as well, uh, I meant, 'ead.

Juliet just said, "I thought you were my role model. Now you're doing homework."

It was obviously not to me of all people.

And do you rub the whiteboard or do you erase the whiteboard or do you clean the whiteboard?

But, the thing you use to clean the whiteboard with is called a duster. You don't dust the whiteboard do you?

That was just some weird stuff and my own weird thoughts that pop up randomly when I eavesdrop on other people, although those people weren't exactly talking softly.

I get the feeling that both yx and Louise want the usage of this computer, so I think I'll just leave them to fight over it.

Ah, I see that I have failed to update for a rather long period of time.

Those of you who see me around constantly, whether you like it or not, will most probably know why.

Anyway right now I'm in school in the library, and I got real bored so I borrowed a laptop and decided to log on.

The following picts are of complete irrelevance and I think (and hope) that you are able to discern my extent of boredom.

















Right. The one on the top is one of my many card towers which I've been building in the classroom and various other locations around school.

The one on the bottom is from ACES day, and I discovered that I failed to put it up so I might as well do so for the sake of the people in the photo.

And Yinx's yearbook design is rather nice, although there are some bits which would be nice to change but unfortunately that can't be done as it's due.

I think my life has been rather boring, come to school, finish lessons at like 10am, stone until options, which are constantly at extremely late parts of the afternoon, and wish that I could go to Orchard to eat some nice(r) food, but I can't because the school says that we can't leave school until 1.30pm. Why, I have yet to find out.

I don't think it makes sense at all, because keeping us around until 1.30pm especially if we have no options after that or if our options are extremely late simply does not make sense. If it's meant to keep us out of trouble and mischeif, I don't think it's very helpful because we can easily come up with all that after school and in school as well. It's just purely boring hanging around school waiting for time to be up. And I personally study better at home, and as a result of this, I can't even study properly.

Also, if they mean to do this to us because the other levels might be jealous, well, then, it's just too bad. They, too, will get their turn when they're in Sec 4. It's just a matter of time. I really hope they review this fast because if they take their time, then it would be completely useless as we would still have to wait and wait and wait.

My options, for those who are interested/kaypoh/whatever, would be Leadership in Citizenship, Are You Speaking English, Saying What You Mean and Know Your Body, the latter two being in the second half. It seems that even without my name being last, I still have the fate of being put as the last.

Recently I borrowed a tiny little book from the school library, entitled, The Guide to Speaking Better Singlish. And it was apparently written by class 307 of 1996, which is close to 10 years ago. That was when I was in P1. Wow. And I suppose that also explains the condition and layout of the 'book', and the quality of the images, which looks really pixellated. But then again, it was 1996, who can blame them? I really think it's rather funny, even though it's a bit outdated and I don't get some parts of it.

I don't think I should talk too much about Are You Speaking English, as yx is still rather sore about it.

Meanwhile, nothing that funny around here has been happening. Not quite what I expected but I guess it has to be.

So, I spent yet another dinnertime at the Parkway foodcourt again, and this time, I had the chance to witness 2 seperate incidents which set me thinking. The first one was when my bro and I were looking for a seat. There was one, an empty-looking one, and my bro went there. Then he came back, saying that the seat had already been tissue-paper-choped. Now, if there is one thing I simply cannot stand in foodcourts, it would be tissue-paper-choping. This method of reserving seats is utterly and completely ridiculous. It makes no sense at all. Using a packet of tissue paper to reserve a seat!!?! Since when did tissue paper take over a living human being? If there is someone there who tells me that the seat's occupied, I'll be fine with it. It's just that using a packet of tissue paper is just not justifiable. If you put your handphone there I might just forgive you. But of course no one would do that, would they? Because handphones are expensive. And tissue paper is not. Right. I guess that makes sense. But still, it's just purely inconsiderate. So after the tissue-paper-choping incident, found a seat which did not have any tissue paper packet on it. It's quite a rarity. And then shortly after we sat down, a family comprising a mother and 3 young children sat down at the table next to ours. And the mothers' use of English was the cause of much of my amusement. "Sit down.. sit down.. I'll go call some fries for you." How, may I ask, does one call fries? According to me, there are 2 possible ways to call fries. If you have more ways, feel free to comment at the comments system down there somewhere at the end of this entry and tell me about it. First way. "Fries! Fries! Come here! Where are you!?!" There you go. Calling for fries. Second way. -Picks up handphone- "Uh.. hello? Can I speak to Fries please?" And this would be calling Fries. Yes, I do know that the mother actually intended to say that she was going to order some fries for her children, but it's just that the usage of English was just a little, wrong? And with amusing connotations. But well, I guess I spend too much of my time thinking about things that aren't that important, or are they?