Magical feelings-Shirak

Back, to reality

2005-09-21T18:50:00.000+08:00

His everyone, guess I can't write everything since I have been away for such a long time, but I can tell you alot of things had happened.

Let me give a short account of what was going on previously.

Term 3 is over, and the end of the year is approaching. Our class's sport hobby has changed from table tennis to basketball. So again, we lead the fashion in a 'new area' of sports the Sec 2s never discovered before; Also, my results really sucked. I flunked my maths and biology test accidentally, at a very convinient time. In an attempt to make up for that, my Humanities results soared. Yay. Also, my bio module test was not so bad after all. 35/40, it gave me a tiny glimpse of hope for my bad science results. Of course, it is not really good enough, though I can argue that I am more of a Arts person. =)

Another thing, I am quite entranced with Gundam Seed and Seed Destiny. They are really nice, in both graphics and perspectives on war and peace. It was not simply fight, fight, fight. The songs are really wonderful too, modern japanese style.

Out class has started a maple story craze quite some time ago. It is still going on, and I see many people affected by that game, be it good or bad.

Now,====

It's term 4, and things are getting very heated up, or so the teachers think. We are still not exactly tense except for 1 person in our class, though he has no need to do so. I have just received my first piece of good news: I was exempted from Higher Chinese! Great, that is two days off my examination list, and I only need to take my Maths and English exams. The only thing that most of the class are worried about is the up coming maths class test. As I have said, many or most of us flunked the last one, and we are seeking for 'revenge'.

O>K>, the last thing, I have been writing a poem or lyrics for my half completed song. Needs some polish up, but I am really proud of it. Please take a peek below:

时不时
从梦境里
浮起
心中的那一天

一刻刻
美妙光阴
轻轻
划过
留下彩虹的痕迹

回首
身旁的世界
已不见
秋天与冬季
换了边
过眼云烟

倾听
浪花滚滚
千百年
花开花谢
瞬时间

永恒，毁不了
回忆
优美甘甜

路途坎坷总有
放弃不能解救
当我软弱时候

总送我一丝习习微风

人生之道难走
昔日只能渴求
在我伤心时候

回忆给予这一丝笑容

Rain after a year of drought

2005-04-14T22:23:00.000+08:00

Surprise Surprise.. Iv'e finally decided to write more about myself after such a long period of time...

Last time I'd written, it's about that stupid composition. I announced that I decided to find fault with myself and change my structure of the compo according to my teacher's wants. Surprise surprise, it worked, and I got third in class for Term one's compo test. Yay. But I am still damn angry with physics. I never seem to grasp the answers our physics teacher wanted. That's a remarkable achievement- negatively.

Talking about sicence, our term 2 teacher, Chua Lai Cheng (did i spell her name wrongly? nvm) Had horrendous grammar. 'let the magic begins!' and 'not to be miss!' are two perfect exmaples. anyway, she's still quite nice. I like her teaching style.

Sometimes IP is totally crap. Our geography teacher gave us about 15 pages of notes every lesson, and told us to learn oursleves becuase it's Intergrated Programme...great. Anywayz, ive decided to change my direction towards humanities this term, so I mus be bothered about the pile os notes. argh. Thnx heavens i've got help on the league of nations or else more time would be taken.

Mad about basketball lately. In fact our class is interested. Thanx to a ball which rolled into our classroom..=P

What's wrong with me and girls? My friends seem to make fun of me everyday jus because some NYGH talked or bumped into me. What a life. I'm going to take care of them. =)

Anwayz, i'll make a point to upgrade info abt me. Cya roundz.

Publishing One:

2005-02-07T21:08:00.000+08:00

The Story below is based on this picture : A man in a bicycle surrounded by three men in uniform.

The three guards tried to huddle together in the foggy winter night, enjoying and appreciating each other’s company. Their leader, Zhang Tang, listened wordlessly to the complaints of his border-guards group. It was past dark watch, and the landscape around them was blanketed by a thick layer of snow. To their relief but a tinge of disappointment, no suspicious characters tried to get past the border; at least not yet.

Ming rode his bicycle with a speed that would shame a professional Olympic competitor. Home is the one and only thought in his mind. He cursed his boos for giving him additional work today. The parcel he had brought secretly a few hours ago was bouncing madly in his bicycle’s front basket. After he had lost his original job, this was the first and only work he found, although he had to cross the borders everyday. Today was his first day of work, and he had returned home late. Muttering something inaudible about his thick clothings, Ming tried to cycle faster.

Zhang tang was just about to doze off when he and his team heard sounds of a bicycle. Struggling to get up, he squinted his eyes and peered into the fog, wondering who would be that out of his mind to cross the border at this moment of time. Before he could react, a bicycle materialized out of the fog, knocking him down. Hearing a shriek, Ming knew he was in trouble. Due to the fog, he had never expected he would reach the pass that soon. Then after the shriek, his bicycle seemed to encounter an earthquake, throwing him onto the ground, dazed, but not really hurt.

Alarmed by their leader’s yell, the guards immediately rushed to the scene.

“Are you alright, sir?” They asked.

“Of course,” Zhang muttered gruffly. “Get me up.”

After regaining his composure, Zhang Tang and his guards turned their attention to Ming. “What are you doing here in the night?” Zhang hissed through clenched teeth. Ming, still quite dazed, could only mumble, “I…um…”

“Not a smuggler, are you?” Zhang eyed Ming warily. Recovering from his shock, Ming shouted, “No! I…home…cycling…then…”

“Seize him!” Zhang snarled.

Ming tried to struggle and plead, but the guards boisterously grabbed hold of him and forced him down. Amidst the struggle, Zhang strode to the bicycle, took out the parcel, and tore it open. He froze, and so did the struggle beside him. Zhang stared perplexed, at the object in his hands for a few moments, then laughed. He then carefully wrapped the parcel back in place, and came forward to the group. He released Ming from his amazed guards, dusted his clothes, patted him on the shoulder, then said, “Get home now, you are free to go.” Ming nodded silently. Then, he climbed up his bicycle and rode away into the night, disappearing into the fog silently.

Suppressing a quiver in his voice, Zhang said, “Let’s get back.”

As the guards trudged back to their post, one of them asked, “Sir, why did you let him go? What did he smuggle?” Still smiling, Zhang chuckled, “Why, sure, he ‘smuggled’ a toy doll for his daughter.

Bahasa Melayu

2005-02-06T21:17:00.000+08:00

Friday's Malay lesson was really spiced up by my unexpected behaviour. Before that, one picture in Cikgu Tan's CD was really funny. There's an arena sort of building in the holy muslim city of Mina, and at the entrance were three big black coloured things. Shape: round. They immediately remind me of the three chimneys in the titanic, and I wonderd if they had hauled them upand brought them there. My silent laughter almost caught the teacher's eye. Later, when it came to the second oral test of the term, I bravely volunteered to perform in front of the whole class, not knowing that a terrible fate awaits me.

'Selamat Tengah hari, Kawan KAWAN!'
Very emotional, and this sentence almost cost me my oral test, as it made me forgot all my lines and pronounciations afterwards.
'Se..erm..nama saya Jin Dao'
'Saya...bela..jar di institui..tusi Hwa Chiong' (laughter)
'Saya belajar di me....menengah dua' (more laughter)
'Saya belarjar di (I missed out the kelas) dua(3) el' By this time, the whole class was laughing like they've never laughed before, as some idiot gave that Zhu Jin Dua(3) name to me last year during the new year celebration...
'Saya..tintinggal di Chua Chu Kang, Saya.................................(Jun Hui, help!) rakyat Cina'
Thankfully. Cikgu Tan gave the first three people bonus marks, or my high results in Bahasa Melayu would be ruined. The fun of the day is not over yet, after a while, the 'fun-loving' Xia Yang went to test.
'Selamat Hari,...er KAWAN KAWAN!' (laughter)
Of course, same mistake. That cost his oral test, as there is no bonus for him then.
'er....Selamat hari! Nama..' (laughter) Cikgu Tan stopped him.
'No need to repeat Selamat pagi...just nama...'
'Ok. Nama saya Sa Yang.'
If the whole class laughed hard just now, the laughter now could be heard through the whole school.
Cikgu Tan was bewildered.
'Sayang? That means 'dear' you know?' We laughed until tears rolled off our cheeks.
After Xia Yang took about a minute or so to clarify his name, he got on.'
'Selamat...'
Now we laughed hard again, and it was clear on his face that the situation for him must be extremely awkward.
'Saya belajar...' Cikgu Tan corrected him.

Finally, I get a fun melayu lesson since the begnning of the year.

Tired

2005-01-31T21:17:00.000+08:00

These week is going to be terrible for me. Arghgh.. must perform on Cny's eve, and I have only 1 week left to practice..crap... good thing our english teacher went slack a bit, or else I will definitely die.

Dulce et Decorum Est

2005-01-24T20:06:00.000+08:00

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed trough sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distance, rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime-
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et Decorum est
Por patria mori

- Wilfred Owen

Bushy...

2005-01-19T17:14:00.000+08:00

These few days are hell for me. Our teachers keep giving homework and rush through lessons like mad. They are really machines. Our chinese teacher is giving us another compostition tomorrow! Argh. Must be around 800 characters at least. History got homework, Sicence got homework, Maths got homework, English got war poem to memorize. This is horrible. Wish I got 24 hours more.

Huff and Puff

2005-01-12T13:26:00.000+08:00

Finally I get to take a short break. These few days, especially yestersday, had been perfect hell for me. Yawn.. didn't sleep the whole night! No choice... too much work. Today Hao Cheng had changed place with Nicholas, which means Ivan finally gets another partner to play with... hahas... I totally agree with myself that Nicholas is totally befiniting from these exchange. He has help on both Chinese and Maths now. Ms Kala scolded Ivan today... to be strict, he deserves it. He went online and copied a perfect Book review. Outrageous and ruthless, I would say. Today's Geography lesson was a total disaster. I wonder why our teacher HAS to add sounds for each letter and all. As she goes through each slide, you get to hear men with machine guns raiding our class. Argh. Gave my note book to the teacher for checking today (I feel btea writing in a boom than on fullscape papers and file them, because when I reread again, it makes me feel real sick inside) , so my extensive research must be put on the waiting list. Those who waits for my publishing must be patient then.

Prime View

2005-01-08T11:51:00.000+08:00

Shucks.. lousy computer... all my typings gone.. must re-write my first draft.. so lame. Anyway, the last two lessons today was awful. Selamat Tenga Hari, Cikgu Tan... what horrible nonsense. So is our German teacher. She is so updated... didn't even know our school has chnaged name. Chinese high..chinese high... it's so stoopid. She should retire and knit socks at home for all I care.

The 1st weekend of 2005 is here! phew.