It was as expected.
Except that Mr. Steven Quay is definitely funnier than most teachers. I didn't manage to remember funny excerpts from his speech, but he's definitely funny. Trust me when I say that someone is funny.
Refer to Wenxuan's blog for more details.
Anyway, I think my overall impression of that man with receding hairline improved after this lah. Too bad I don't take physics.
Any other stuff?
Oh, the High Achiever shit thingy. OK I found it interesting, and felt motivated to study. For once. And that's when I was wondering why the fuck am I still listening to her presentation when I could actually be studying.
That passion died down after awhile. As usual.
Oh and the poke the straw through the potato game. The coach said something about 'Your life can be like the straw. It might break when you try to get it through the potato (dreams/ambition/whatever).'
Nothing much here, just putting it as food for thought for you people. I'm nice. Nice is my middle name. Nice is an understatement.
Anyway, J8 was packed, as expected. I don't know, I managed to feel OK. I know all this crap isn't meant to be mine, and I'm not sore over what I never possessed. FYI, we don't own anything since birth. The only thing we were born with is our own body. The rest are just what we gain. We can lose them, but there's no point grieving over losses.
I remember this stupid quote from JL: Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Or something along those lines. The moral of the quote? Figure it out yourself. That's why I won't ever mutilate myself. It's the only thing that's really to my name, and seriously, even if I fail and lose everything I ever gained, mutilating the only resource I have is pointless.
Rawr. I can never emphasize on just how...aasdfghj it is to mutilate your own body.
Never mind.
I shouldn't blog about stuff like...never mind. If you read this and you feel like knowing what is actually is then just ask me on MSN and I'd tell you if you're close enough.
Which reminds me of a funny encounter in the lift, in which NKS bumped into a woman in the lift. The woman 'wooohoooo!'-ed and left the lift blushing/giggling. It's plain fun.
So, J8 didn't really have the 'love is in the air' phenomenon. But it had a sudden influx of people from other schools that appear under normal conditions.
I mean, it's rare to see RVHS and DHS students in J8.
Anyway, seriously a lot of couples lor. And I just walk around, spying on all Cat High guys present. All this happiness isn't mine, and I'm not sore. I can manage my characteristic smirk whenever someone slaps me in the face (or does something of a magnitude equal or greater than that). It's amazing how flexible my shit-tolerance can be.
And here's a view of Valentine's from Maddox.
http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=valentine2
Anyway, I seriously don't know what you want. It's weird how confused I can get over stupid things, and how extreme your mood swings can get. I don't know, perhaps if I did ask you out I'd get slapped in my ego
Perhaps I won't mind that damage done to my ego.
It's just a bet; if I win I get a date, if I lose then no face.
I should have taken the bet.
-- 2/15/2008 12:19:00 AM
