look up zane durant please. a fellow blogger, i find his cause to be worthy of attrention. i'm not good at linking. sorry.
yum yum sounds like u had funn..harharr..fadilah here!! see im here..not there..heree..yayy
Yesterday was a fun day. Well, it was actually a few hours ago but since i'm typing in the early minutes of the morning, it is tomorrow. Anyway, it was one of the most fun days i have ever experienced. quite violent too. it all began in the morning... (yesterday morning)
i came to school even though i didn't have to. i felt bored at home. and i had lessons later on anyway. so i came to school a few hours early. after assembly, i found myself with nothing to do. not that i can't entertain myself when i'm alone and have nothing to do, but i was in school. no foolery allowed. in any case, i spent the first hour or so playing the guitar (my class has one; it's illegal, so don't snitch on me) until one of the strings broke. then i tried to study for a while. please note that i have tried to study my whole life. never did work. so i played Magic the Gathering with my friend for an hour or two (hard to tell when the class clock has no hands). now things got interesting, fun, and violent.
another friend, let's call her S, found a pack of rubber bands lying around (the things you can find in my classroom astounds everyone) and tries to shoot them at another friend (Z). i found out that S sucks at shooting rubber bands (although being good at it is nothing to be too proud of). then all of us (me, and J and S and K) try to shoot Z. after a few exchanges, everyone tried to aim for Z's crotch. he ran around for a while. but then he found out that we all suck at shooting except him.
so he decided to settle down on one side of the class, sit on a table, and leave his crotch exposed while shooting us in the head, neck, you name it. i guess he got a little bored because after a while he told us the secret of shooting well (something about pushing down the trigger finger on release; i never got it, as will be revealed later). therefore, he can be blamed for causing an all out war using rubber bands.
we were all sent into a frenzy of shooting, me, J, K and S against Z, all aiming at his crotch while he took potshots at us. i am happy to say that i managed to hit his crotch four times. yay. anyway, S got a brilliant idea: she decided to film the mess. so now there is evidence linking me to the mayhem. great. but that's not all, no. S decided to join forces with Z and was later supported by a newcomer, L. that was when chaos asserted itself.
as earlier said, i never got to know the secret. so i improvised. i latched my rubber bands onto the binding of one of my textbooks and let fly. with glorious results. now other people were getting hit in all places. i even simultaneously shot six bands at once (i call it the gunshot). still, all of us were getting hit frequently enough to feel irritated. did we stop? no. instead, we overturned tables and chairs and piled them into barricades and forts (remember: i was still in my classroom). soon, we ran out of ammo.
so we declared a cease fire. not to clean up. but to collect the fallen ammo. things got violent. we wrestled each other for rubber bands, scrummed, clawed, pulled shirts. i still have my battle scar. then, we fought some more. i have some pictures. i'll upload them next time. it was apocalyptic.
then we realised something. there was going to be a lesson in fifteen minutes. but surprisingly, we managed to clean up. amazing, that people only work together after fighting each other. so fun. will upload.
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fadelala said...
i was atching a rerun of judging amy yesterday and was particularly intrigued by one of the plots. it involvedfree speech, contitutional rights, pro establishmentism, anti establishmentism, that sort of thing. i understand that if i say the wrong thing on the internet, i might get free food and lodging, courtesy of the Singapore government. so i must be careful.
anyways, i was wondering about the state of free speech in Singapore. whenever i try to recollect any examples, i tend to extract those that involved the opposition parties, someone asking the former prime minister where the money is (whatever that means. seriously. i do not know. no.) the thing is, i find that the administration is quite particular about what people say about it. most of the time, nothing happens. sometimes, people around us disappear for some time before reappearing, tight-lipped about their temporary departure. (terna-linay curity-seay act-ay) i wonder why.
and so happens my wonderings produce a crappy theory. the people in Singapore are the key. we are either to stupid. or too smart. i assume the latter, being a citizen myself. but for the sake of the post, i will discuss the stupid part first. we might actually be sooo dumb that we believe what people tell us and blindly obey (rest assured that this is NOT the current situation; the blindly obeying). so the government has to remove the bad seeds. OR, we could be soo smart that we read too deeply into the usurper's message and 'detect' certain truths about it (although the message is utter bull faeces). in any case, these influences can cause some very tough questions to arise: why father and son rule together, i mean lead together. or why i cant bloody be a cool fighter pilot.
but, to clarify things, i have put those questions behind me, and will willingly serve my country and its leader, for they can see farther into the future than me. long live the father, the son, and Uncle Goh. yay.
it has been a long time since my last post. indeed, almost a month has passed. not to say that i have been a particularly busy beaver. come to think of it, i have done little in the way of revision for my O's. needless to say, i am thoroughly worried. not panicked yet, mind you. that will come soon enough, just not now. i do believe i am getting into the swing of this blogging business, in any case. i remember my first blog; a glorious one it was. so passionate, so involved. it is indeed most unfortunate that the password for that account has after months of neglect been untimely forgotten by my mind. sometimes, i think there has to be something wrong with me (other than my large head, long neck and legs, and small frame). i have always felt that i am mentally flawed. talking to myself all the time and smiling at nothing did not particularly dissuade my hypothesis. but then, looking at the world around me, people just seem so... what is that counfounded word?... foolish. i suppose foolish will have to do. for now. anyway, i look to others, at others, and find that the things they do are often illogical and guided by a mysterious force. think no wrong of me yet, for i know that in all probability it is emotion and all that sort of intangible forces that govern their sometimes insane decisions. i still do not understand.
after long years of contemplation, i still do not understand. i have since given up on trying. i suppose that i am one of those people who deal in absolutes, in a set number of rules that govern humanity. and everyone knows: only fools deal in absolute; the world is transience, and transcience is the world.
maybe, being a fool, i am not so flawed anymore. it has been long indeed.
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