every second dripping off my fingertips: October 2008

Friday, October 24, 2008

Lets see. 30 points for final, 28 points overall. Focus for SL Physics and HL Econs, plus that other so called 7 we must get in order not to spite my face, I'd say everything's going well over here.

Speaking of SL Physics, today was another eventful day in the life of Mr Terence Chiew. Yes sir, you get a special, prestigious, utterly glorious mention here in this humble blog, for making the most utterly stone person I know even more stone. Not as if Shiru doesn't look at me that way whenever I tell a lame/bad/disgusting/stupid joke, today she kept it up for the full 1 and a half hours. The look of "what-the-fail" (to keep my PG rating, sorry to disappoint) consumed her entire being, her oneness with Kinematics and F=ma was painfully disrupted. And she liked it. (I think... Who knows what tomorrow brings?)

We also learnt something new today. I_B+I_A=0, where it is the result of the rate of change of momentum of a force AB. Well, well, well...

Cutting to the chase, I'm sorry to Luke and all. Well done for Oktoberfest. And for the upcoming camp, I hope it goes well.

I hope everything goes well, but, hope is... just a waking man's dream. It's up to, the greatest DJ, mixing the music of our living.

Fed up with your indigestion
You swallow words one by one
Folks got high at a quarter to five
Don’t you feel your growing up undone?

Nothing but the local DJ
You said he had some songs to play
What went down from his fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day

Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in a life unkind
You gotta love the BPM

When his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
Then the preacher plays it all night long

Imagine all the girls
And the boys
And the strings
and the drums…

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:11 PM

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I'm not really feeling it at the moment. I'm just so tired. Lots of things have been making me tired lately. Today was the house AGM, and as you know, I'm not the most well-respected and fully capable person in this school. Fortunately enough, I'm the house captain of our beloved yellow tank-top house. So... As if Sunday isn't enough, I had to have today as well.

Then... There's just. Tomorrow. Doomsday.

I'm in sweet anticipation of my results. Really. I can't wait to go and get 'focused'.

I've explained to Mr. K recently, that I'm absolutely pathetic when it comes to courting the rightful heir to the jade bracelet. Honestly, I've seem to have lost my touch. Hehe ok ok I never had the touch to begin with. I was just lucky. And lately as well, I've been detailing my misadventures to the closest ones, and we all seem to agree that I'm a twit.

This is turning into a rant, isn't it. Well. It happens. Especially when you're under stress, and completely worn out.

Back to my push-ups.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:16 PM

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

"Atlantic"

I hope all my days will be lit by your face
I hope all the years will hold tight our promises
I don't want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't want to be old and feel afraid

I don't want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't want to be old and feel afraid

And if I need anything at all
I need a place that's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
I need a place where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
'Cause now the room is spinning
The day's beginning

I've fell in love with Keane all over again...

somewhere a clock is ticking:
8:43 PM

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Pardon me for my randomness and utter uselessness of this post, but today really proves that joy can be found in the simplest of things.

It all started from after soccer (and it went downhill from there). We did our typical stand-around-and-wait-for-someone-to-make-a-move routine, and then our dear S-A-V-R KSMblahblahblahyouknowwhoyouare went "Anna, smell!", and he let out a gigantic fart. (ok it wasn't actually a gigantic one, it sounded more like a wheezing sound, but enough of the details.) And knowing Anna, she would scream at the slightest thing. Like wind. Or dead birds.

It carried on until dinner time. It all started with Trevor's General T. dunnowhatdunnowhat, and Anna's "sooo annoyyyeeeng". As all good IB students do, they think on their feet. I was sitting down but that's not the point. The point is, I had a brainwave.

Now at this point, some of you might be forced to close the window, or click some other link, so screw you I'm finding new friends!!! Heee nahhh just kidding. I'll just block you on MSN.

No but really, I did have a brainwave, which resulted in a really long time of continuous laughter (yes I laughed so long and so hard that I lost track of time).

From General T. dunnowhatdunnowhat, and "sooo annoyyyeeeng", I realised that my phone could actually say these retarded things. It has a voice tag function in the contacts menu, where it actually pronounces your contact's name. Soooo... typing it in, I let Jonathan hear it.

From then on it was the end of us.

Now, we're gonna get it recorded, and we're gonna release a CD.

Watch out Michael Jackson. Don't laugh your ears off.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
9:28 PM

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Hello world. I would like to announce that exams are over and now I am going to thrash my books. Be back in 5...

Ok so maybe I didn't exactly thrash my books. As a matter of fact, I'm reading them now. Yes, how ironic (normally Gareth and books don't go in the same sentence... they still don't).

The exams have somehow left a void in our hearts, us IB students. We feel empty without it. We crave it (well, not exactly). We get bored without it. Why? I mean, what twisted student would get bored without books? Aren't books boring enough already? Well, the twisted students from some school along Dover Road would be experiencing that right about now.

But what makes this so? Well for starters, we've been living off internal assessments and mathematics portfolios for the past 10 months of our lives. That's even longer than it takes to make a baby! (whoops... I just went from a G to an M-18)
Then there's the long hours. With long periods. Kudos to the Kings and Queens who keep their citizens at full attention for 2hours and 20mins.
Finally, there's just... Life. In a city that's bustling with life, it's quite funny that the youngest of us apparently don't have one. Sure, this is coming off cheesy and expected and whatever other sesquipedalian term you can come up with, but honestly, we citizens of this great kingdom clearly have no liberty to go out and catch Disaster Movie, continuously being bogged down by the cargo ship loads of homework being dumped on us every week. Tragic.

What's even more tragic is the after effects of this process. Now, we feel lost, and insecure, and incoherent. We need work. We need to be ripped off buying sandwiches we can make at home by ourselves. We NEED IA'S!!!

So please, please give us homework. Please give us IA's, and more EE's and TOK presentations. Better yet, if Liverpool beat Zenit St. Petersburg or some lower league club 1-0, celebrate by giving us a day to go back to school so we can slog away at all our overdue and yet-to-be-given homework.

So much for being bored and incoherent.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:18 PM

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Unbelievable... 1 (or in my case, 2) more papers to go before the end of promos. For some, the time has come to sit back, relax, and do some EE and TOK. For the rest of us though, 'tis the season for focus camp... ...

That's right folks! It's that time of the year again! The time where we all get to sit round the camp fire and enjoy the surreal beauty of our notes and worksheets, and dive in to the realm of unparalled ecstasy as we swim in the Mississippi river of formulas and definitions.

Honestly, I'm looking forward to it. Who wouldn't want to spend another week in school labouring away at the nauseating amount of work to be done, coupled with the looming figure of the re-examinations. I mean, seriously.

I would like to thank my friends, who have been so supportive of me (no this is not some goodbye note, it's actually an attempt at achieving some sort of comic effect) and special mention goes to my dearest David, who so lovingly tells me before the Econs paper this week, "since you're gonna fail already, might as well not study and go focus camp." That's the spirit boy! Why bother!!

So to stay true to my new found approach towards the last 2 papers, I shall watch TV.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
9:14 PM