The Rights of a Skater

I've been meaning to do this post for a long time. Maybe cos too many people have heard me angst about it and I thought I should just write it down for easy reference next time. 


Some background, I accumulated this over the (relatively short) skating life that I've had, mostly during the long hours I spent at the park and skating in general. And its also a product of a very boring Sunday afternoon at home. Ok fine, its mostly the product of my boredom and randomness. Anyway, here I present...


The Rights of A Skater
A skater, or any self propelled person on 8 wheels, ought to have rights. What most people don't notice is that skating is a discipline on its own complete with certifications, competitions and even technologies. Hence, the skater, being part of a proud network of likeminded people just a skate away ought to protected by a common set of rights. 
Like any rights system, if the skater shows no regard for the rights of another skater, then his rights can too be infringed upon in order to preserve the sanctity (im pretty sure I used that word wrongly, ahh, nvm) of the rights themselves. 
Hence, below summarises the 10 basic rights of a skater. 


A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO A CLEAR ROAD
Everyone thinks a skater just needs a clear road because they are going to suicidally blast down it with no consideration for their or anyone elses safety. But frankly, I can live with rocks on the road, I can live with twigs everywhere but skaters do have a right to a clear road, devoid of living things. Oh yes, living things. I'm sick and tired of having to screech to a halt behind families who INSIST on walking 5 or 6 abreast along the park roads. And of course they jump aside and swear at the "children these days". And the dogs who think I'm some mega cat on wheels. And the kids in front of you, who at the last minute decide to wander across the path straight in front of you. Honestly. 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO DECENT TERRAIN
What is the main difference between a bike and a pair of skates? Apart from the fact that 8 wheels definitely cooler than 2, the difference is terrain.  Think of bikers as your crazy domineering saigang warrior friend/sibling/classmate/self they can get to most places but they tend to trample over everything and get there way too fast. Then think of skates as your great friend ruth here. See the difference? 
Anyway, to put skates on sand, or grass, or those roads that haven;t been paved for too long is sad and painful both to watch and also for the skater. Optimistically, you might get a free mudbath and footmassage if you think about it that way. 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO DECENT TRAINING AREA 
I know, you are going to point to the skate parks and say that we do. And i guess we have improvised enough areas for this. I mean, who would have known that slalom is possible in front of central because of the uneven flooring. Or who would have known that you have about 15 minutes to skate in an mrt station before getting angsted. Or who would have known that carparks are a viable wet weather alternative except its bloody slippery up there? 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO SKATING COMPANY 
Yeah, its sad to skate without a community of skaters. I mean, what would I be without them? 
But apart from that, I mean people to teach too. Its hilarious sometimes when I'm in the park and I see a stereotypical couple who decided to try skating: HE thinks he knows how to skate cos he tried it once or twice before but SHE is very sure she can't. SHE wears her skates and clings onto HIM and they sorta try to move forward. I guess they think its a real sweet romantic moment because HE looks very macho bringing HER around when she is so scared. But because she is behind him, grabbing his shoulders for dear life, SHE cannot see that in fact HE has a look of panic on his face because he can barely stay balanced too. But I guess, lost in their love for each other, they can't really see that they can barely make it past 100m and that all the skaters going past are laughing. 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO REFRESHMENTS 
This reminds me of all those people who chase skaters out of convenience shops even as we tower above them taller by 80mm (or 100mm if its speed skates). To all of them, we are just as likely to knoc down your installation artpiece made from evian bottles as a five year old kid is. Do you stop every toddler outside? Then don't stop us. Come on, we are thirsty and we're good business. 
I recently went to Pasir Ris and saw a BK and a Macs next to each other, neither commanding the major share of the market (oh yeah, i know econs ok) and do you want to know why? DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY??! It is because neither allowed skaters in. Yep, each had a circle with the outline of skates and a strike-though so Quad Drat Demonstrandum, want business? let the skaters in. 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO SPEED AND TRICKS 
Don't assume that once we start doing criss-crosses on the road, once we try to jump over the bumps, once we try to slide to a stop instead of screeching or once we start blasting faster than a bike, that we are trying to act cool. 


That's so not true. 


I mean


we ARE cool. 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO AN ALLEN KEY AND BEARING CLEANER
All those sad sad skates which died at the hand of sand, rust and mud. I remember my first pair of skates practically dripped brown stuff when I first used bearing cleaner on it. Then again, its probably because I threw the entire wheels, bearings and all, into water to wash it. I vaguely remember one time where I wondered why I lost in catching to the other kids and i realised only 4 of my 8 wheels could actually turn more than one round without jamming on all the dust. 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO GOOD SKATE SHOPS 
I remember a lesson in skates that I learnt from aloysius: 


"hey aloysius, I wanna buy new skates, tell me about skates." 
"well, (points to skates in shop), what kind of frame do you want? There are aluminum frames and composite frames. See this shiny frame, its aluminum. See this black colour one, the one that looks like plastic? That's composite." 
"(i look at my skates) you mean, like mine?" 
"...no ruth...yours IS plastic. 


I think sport shops shouldnt sell skates unless they know what they are doing or you just end up scamming the public and they get lousy skates. I mean, sure la, its abit cheaper, but those skates are not good for most things I think. Its like filling milk bottles with rice water. The baby gets full but will never grow well and it caps the potential of the person. How sad. 
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO SPORTING RECOGNITION 
Skating is a sport! Come on! Why don't they have it in school? =sobs=
A SKATER HAS A RIGHT TO FUN 
As fundamental as that sounds, its not always true. If I have learnt nothing from skateline but one thing, it is that when you skate, forget about how many tricks you know and stressing yourself to learn them. If you want to feel bad there is always Faussi and WeiJie and WeiJing there to show you what only gods can do. If you want to feel good there are always retarded wipeout skater couples. 
So, for all of you unenlightened people of the non-skating world, listen up, unless you try it, you will never know. And if you are some WHINER then its ok, just don't wetblanket the fun of all the skaters. 


And thus concludes the rights of a skater! Maybe one day this will become a set of laws. 

Merry Christmas Everyone.

Bleh. Christmas day is officially over, drawing a close to another year's festivities. I guess I still like Christmas over all the other festivals in the year, it just give you that warm feeling i guess :D Ah well, warning to those reading this blog, this post is religiousy so if you dont want to read, dont.

Anyway, yesterday I attended mass at my church and today I went for service at my mum's church. And I realised that all religious people seem to have an attachment to the phrase "and they will call him Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace". I guess it is a great phrase if you believe in the "power of four" (i mean, what could be better than 3? 4 of course!) and also a great phrase to underscore the joy and hope that Jesus brought I guess.

But the curious thing is that, EVERYONE USES IT.

I don't go to my mum's church often and the last time I went there it was 4 years ago or something. It was a normal Sunday when the family felt very religious and cross-attended the two services. I remember the young ruth commenting that religious gabble was leaking out of her ears as she left the 5+ hours of solid churching. I remember my mother's, er....commissioner? ....Ah well the guy who was speaking, talked for the better part of that hour on the topic. I spent the better part of that hour thinking "read the 8 words and move on dammit!"

But today, on my return to the church, the speaker also used exactly the same phrase and spoke for the better part of half an hour on it. I spent the better part of that half hour thinking...well okay I spent the better part trying not to fall asleep. But point being, when me, my sister and my dad all walked out of the service, we all had the same comment: "Is that the only phrase they speak about in here?"

Well, of course not. But the strange thing is that we realised that Fr. Stephen Yim used the same line while celebrating mass too! I guess all the Christian factions do have things in common and at the time of Christmas, its time for all of us to put aside our differences and celebrate the birth of Jesus together :D I mean after all, he is the Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father and Prince of Peace, no?

How the hell

did I

manage

to lose my phone.

Dammit.

Yes, the iphone

Zzzz.

Skate~

Its been bloody long since I last skated.

For a variety of reasons, I haven't gone skating for the last 2 months? 3 months? Things always seem to crop up on Thursday nights. ALWAYS.

I still fail at total cross. Not even just fail, its like, damn fail. I think Faussi summed it up the best.

"uh....ruth ah....what move is that ah?"

"er...total cross?"

"OHHHHH its supposed to be total cross. RIGHT."

He says rocker wheels will work better. Then when I decide to rearrange the wheels he and uncle eric had a brainwave that one only needs 4 wheels to skate and sadistically watched as I tried to skate with 4 wheels. It was hilarious. (for those of you who dont get it, its 4 wheels in total. Yes, 2 wheels on each skate.)

Also to prove how long I havent skated, I realised that NEA has completely torn up the park and half of it is inaccesible. wth. I nearly got lost in BISHAN PARK, where I practically spent half my life last time. what is the world coming to.

So apart from the fact that there is mud everywhere there are diversions everywhere that force you to skate along the main road. which is not enjoyable at all. Anyone with a park to recommend to me please do. I'm dying for a better skating location.

Which reminds me, I shall go on a rampage about skater rights soon, but for now, I'm just glad to be back skating. I even look upon the big 5cm diameter blister on my foot with pride as I say that.

Achoo~

I dislike having a sensitive nose. I'm almost allergic to dust. I guess one can deal with it on normal days but not when your house has been overturned in a packing/reno madness it becomes really irritating.

I mean, how much respect does "mei ACHOO can yo-ACHOO you go KERCHOO pack the at- ACHOO tic KER what the KERCHOO hell" command?

Anyway, I remember I was watching some show that the mum says "ok, honey, can you and the kids pack the garage?" and the dad tells the kids "ok, so we just need to move things around till it looks like it has been packed" I think this was my philosophy for many years, and i think it still is. But this time, I told myself, comeon Ruth lets try to get rid of some of all this crap, I mean, why do you keep it?

Yes, of course, sentimental value. Thats why there is an attic-ful of my old toys and clothes which I will never dream of using again. The former is often broken up and the latter involves even less cloth than a costume I remember from rather recent times (yes mei?).

But hell, its covered in bloody dust and I cannot wallow in sentimental nostalgia and wipe a tear from my eye as I look upon my barbie deli house if I'm sneezing so badly that I cause a typhoon within the deli house.

So I make two labels "keep" and "throw", then for every sneeze that I have I toss one thing into the throw pile. Ok, actually that was an exaggeration, I'm about 200 things behind now. Then when me and my sister look upon the throw pile we go "awww thats the little barbie deli house we used to fight over! Let's keep it!" or "awww thats the white tiger doll (that is now dark grey btw) that we used to cuddle, let's keep it" and so on and so forth.

Then you find that almost everything in "throw" has moved to "keep" and you are packing it all away together will all its dustbunnies in frustration. But of course, one can comfort yourself that there could be use in these things. I mean, if my sister ever has children that break the world record for premature births and come out about 15cm tall, she can have tea with my barbie in the deli house! What an exciting prospect. Yes, lets keep the house, its very likely we will need it in the future.

snarls.

This week can't get any better man. I've fallen sick. Oh joy. Achoo~

In other news, my family has decided to have an AGM. Which is scheduled to start in 2 hours or so. Ok, this is not Annual because we never had one before, nor General because its focussed on just packing up the damn house, nor a Meeting because I predict ten minutes in it will be reduced to me and my sisters retarded prattle. But it does sound cool anyway right?

Actually, I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I could be happy that we are able to come together to sort out issues as a family, but its kinda sad too that we need to schedule a meeting in order to pluck time from everybody's schedule to get together to pack a house that most of us don't spend that much time in anyway?

Ahh, I really should spend more time at home rawr.

Ahhh

Defense Bun

Declaring Bun

Bidding Bun

Wow, I could open a bakery.

Bleh

I find myself still in a holidaying mood. Rawr. There is something fundamentally wrong about still being able to dance the hornbill dance to "I just can't wait to be King" spontaneously in the middle of nowhere. Or breaking into "小酒窝" while walking. Or find yourself cracking retarded jokes such as naming your bridge team "hot cross buns" (ohyeah guys, thats the name, live with it). Or finding yourself prancing around as if you are a jungle- ah forget it, you get what i mean.

The examples are endless. Ahh, i need more coke, less sleep and more busyness to bring the old ruth back. This is getting rather scary.

I'm Back!

yayness, I'm finally back from an insane holiday. If you thought I was insane, this holiday made me reach new heights lets just say.

After my shopping spree in Malacca, I met with ClubMed Cherating, where I just barely squeak into Passworld, this group for teenagers between 11-17. Nah let me rephrase that. Passworld is a group of annoying 11/12 years olds, some bimbo girls, some displaced guys, one meanmeanmean Ruth and one insanely flustered coordinator who is stuck between the annoying ways of little kids and the suanning ways of Ruth. Ohyeah.

Try the time I was talking to my Singaporean friend across the Indonesian coordinator:

Gangxin: aiya, 我的华文很差！

Ruth: why are you...你为什么突然讲华语？

Bop: Hey, hey, what are you all saying? (yep, thats the coordinator guy)

(Ruth gives Gangxin the "he is asking for it" look)

Ruth: 没有啊！ 我只是在告诉他你样子很丑！

Gangxin: ya lor!

Bop (calls to his colleague): Hey chuck! Can you help me translate?

(Chuck comes over)

Ruth: Nothing chuck, we are tell bop how handsom-

Gangxin: 他样子很丑！

Chuck: er...(in a really weird position)...they say...(gestures madly)...you're ugly.

Bop: What?!

Ruth: 没有啊！只是说他－

Gangxin: 很丑！ 非常丑！

Chuck: er...(gestures madly)...ugly.

Gangxin: 我们现在要让他出丑！

Chuck: (starts to edge away) Erm...just take it as...ugly.

Shopping madness

I remember a long time ago short told me "Ruth you aren't a girl if you ever have enough bags or shoes." That made me rethink my attitude on shopping quite alot. I concluded that I just don't shop. Being in Malacca makes one rethink ones position on that though.

Well, the conclusion is, I do have enough bags and shoes.

But, I think I find new amusement in shopping. And if even an idiot like me can shop, I think everyone can. I realised there is a few steps to make oneself successfully shop, and enjoy it.

1) Tell your sister everything she likes is disgusting

2) Be prepared that everything you like, she will say is disgusting

3) Be prepared to like anything that she says is disgusting

4) Eat anything your parents tell you not to

5) When you finally find something that you and your sister both like, get your hands off it asap so the other person needs to pay.

6) Park all spoils on your dad and frolick toward the next place.

Hahahaha, you just end up with a lot more laughs, a couple more things and a lot less money. Not bad.

Don't get me wrong, I hate shopping. But one can find amusement in it all the same. For those who are unconvinced, try this:

Anne: Heyyyyyyyy ESPRIT!!!

Ruth: Oh YAWN

Anne: ESPRIT ESPRIT =drags everyone in=

Ruth: YAWWWWNN

Anne: Hey, esprit stuff is niceeeee, look at this, its cool right? =holds up random shirt=

Ruth: What, that looks gross.

Anne: Its not! MAAAAARRRRMMMM, does this look nice?

Mum: Er, actually its boring

Ruth: HA!

Anne:....but....but...

Ruth: (wandered off) Hey, this looks okay. =holds up bag=

Anne: No, it looks oh-biang

Ruth: It does not! Just a bit...bimbo.

Anne: Bimbo! Thats not bimbo! Thats...just oh biang

Ruth: OH COME ON.

Anne: You are not even bimbo you are ACT BIMBO! WTH-

Ruth: MARRMMMMMMMM, this looks nice right?

Mum: Both of you, stop it, why do you need each other or me to tell you whether something is nice?

Ruth/Anne:...

Mum: Lets go.

Anne: (silently follows)

Ruth (to the air): This looks nice right?

Packing the Room

After a long extended discussion with my mum, we've decided to overturn most of my room and shift things around. So I decided to root through all the crap on my table and in my file for once. In my amusement, and for my sister's reference, I decided to list all the stuff I found:

Pharm Chem notes. oh thats where they were.

bunch of overdue books. oops.

earphones. Oh look, mei, you can start making me use them again.

My new file. Ohyes, I finally decided to change my file. stay tuned to see what the new design is :D

Yutians bday card to me

mbti indicator thing. I'm INFJ? wth.

notes on signlanguage

list of CIP hours. ohyes i do owe those to people dont i

math holiday homework that i never knew existed

2 dead flowers in stagnant water.

shoelaces

3 packets of fishermans friend. i eat too much of that

9 sets of hand record. Yes, you read that right. and i found them in 7 different locations i think.

Rawr. And I've only just begun.

Retardedness xD

Yay, I'm finally back from bridge chalet, which was one of the most retarded things ever btw.

I mean, not retarded in that sense la, it was damn fun and all but same way you can't look for sensibleness in Shaowei, meanness in Junyi or enthusiasm in Kenneth, I don't think we can ever hope for anything other than 100% retardedness in anything done by the bridge club xD

Hm, this concept amuses me. "What is retarded?" as retards like Jingxian will ponder. "Is it a state of mind, a personality trait or merely a cliched theatrical prop for the manipulation of the person in question?"

I don't know actually, and I don't want to engage in a long blog boring and retarded blogpost arguing with the imaginary JX when I am way too damn sleepy. But JX in himself is retarded, esp when it comes to letting the opps make 6S= when your side kinda has 6D= Okay but then again, I deserve more of the blame for that one because my play was absolutely retarded, yes, even more than JXs.

Oh look, my argument is going in circles. How retarded.

I wonder if retardation has levels. True, compare the relative retardedness of Junyi thinking of using an eraser to clean charcoal off her pants to ...Shaowei. Or compare the relative retardedness of Kenneth suggesting playing truth or dare at night to... Shaowei. Or compare anything to Shaowei. Actually. But then again, I doubt retardedness has levels per se because what matters is not what is done but how long the retardedness lingers in the air and infects those around you. I think being around the bridge club, the aura never fades.

I'm lazy to type anymore and I shall go sleep. So I shall sign off this post laughing at all the retards who were retarded enough to read till the end. hahahaha.

Zzzzzzz

I'm damn tired Dx

And actually have nothing to post about.

But then again, I'm glad I'm not as stupid as some other people who offer to write about anything people ask. I shall think of something to post about later kekekeke.

TS:D:D:D:D:D:D

YESSSS IT IS OVARRRR.

Oh my tian after so many days of madness I'm happy but bloody tired too. I mean, it does take energy to scream around on stage in characters that don't fit your personality. okay. I mean, do i look like some old auntie to you?! Or a pms-y exec for that matter?!

Oh second thought, TSD people, dont answer that question.

But anyway, I'm glad we made it. Groupees we OWN, couldn't have done it without you guys(: I know we all have issues but I guess they come together to make up the group right? Thanks for dealing with this painful techie/non-actor in the process. I love you guys la. And we are all in transit right, from this play to our next~ Jiayou guys!

Then to my TSD batch, you guys rock la. I think memories of wandering into the TSD room at 9pm in a half daze to find costumes, scripts, props, sofas and people lying everywhere in the room is one that I will keep for the rest of my life. If our dedication to the subject is not touching, it is at least amusing.

I'd end off the post with a quote from my play but, hurhur, i think part of the catharsis after the play was to let the entire hunk of my brain that got sectioned out for memorising script leak out of my ears. ah well.

kekekekekeke.

For once in a super duper long time I am at home for lunch. ~whee~ my mum cooks wonders

yes, sitting here drinking coke, talking and whacking on my computer is the best thing evarrrrr.

Anyway, I'm sitting opposite my sister who is busy being her animated self, waving her arms around trying to make her point. she looks like a jellyfish. A skinny outspoken jellyfish. xD

kiddos

This post is dedicated to my cousins who are seriously the most retarded but the most cute people I ever seen.

Between those 3 eight-year-old triplets and my 3 godsisters, I could just explode and die after tonights dinner. I guess thats what comes out of being wedged between the adults and the children. I mean, in case you haven't noticed I'm not stellar at dealing with small people, let alone attempt to entertain them.

But my triplet cousins are epic. Let us recount a typical conversation.

Ruth: So guys, what do you want to do...

Anne: No, dont ask them they are going to make us...

MichaelDavidAmanda; SILLY SONGS!!! :D:D:D:D

Ruth: Whaa?!

Anne: NOOOOOOOoooooooo you are going to end up singing that cebu song!

Michael: Ohya...CE-BUUUUUUU

David: SAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-BOOOOO

Amanda: sehhhhh-BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

(repeat in a cacophony)

Ruth:...oh my tian

Anne: told you so.

Let's try an even more funny one:

Ruth: So guys, how's school?

Amanda: Ohhh, chehcheh ruth, school is good! I got into the BEST CLASS you know! All my friends went to 3D but I went to 3B!...

Ruth: Wow, er, yay?

Amanda: YA! But I need to work hard...

Ruth: Thats a goo-

Amanda: And you know ah, Dave is top in class too! For all three subjects! He got 96/100 for maths, 60/60 for english and 80/80 for chinese!

Ruth: Wow I never got...

David: OH chehcheh Ruth! Did I tell you that Mike did well too, he got 92/100 for math...

Amanda: But not as good as Dave!

David: Ya, but anyway he got (insert more marks here) Then I got 96/100 for math, 60/60 for english...we'll be in the same class next year!

Ruth: ...

Michael: CHEHCHEH RUTH did i tell you what manda got! She is in the best class you know! All her friends went to 3D but she went to-

David: Wait, wait, I was going to tell her that!

Amanda: Chehcheh ruth you know michael did well too, he got 92/100...

Michael: but not as good as Dave

Amanda: But they same class next...

You get the idea. Hahaha, it must be amusing to have siblings that are born at the same time. They have triple the amount of things to say and brag about, and they will never have problems in public speaking because we always get the message. Because, power of 3, we heard it on loop.

I interrupt this crazy stream of script-form retardedness to bring you

Hm, I typed that sentence then realised I hadn't thought of what to write...OHYES.

Ah well, today there was the sadly underattended finale of YFC. It was a damn fail project from beginning to end (I hope like hell my group members aren't reading this) from the day I sat down, said the word "balloons" then argued for hours straight with Ruolin to get the initial proposal out till the end when we are all bloody unwilling to tie up loose ends while I simultaneously argue for hours straight with Ruolin.

In fact, I'm starting to think that when I see Ruolin, I reflexively formulate something to argue about. And to all of you out there, WE DO NOT BICKER. (I swear, the number of people who say that me and Ruolin "bicker" is so damn high that if I lined them up in a row and made them buy one item from my YFC project each, we would spontaneously clear all the stock many times over)

But anyway, when I look back on the damn thing, I feel like I just walked through a tornado and now I'm looking back at it. I guess I should be grateful for things I learnt, even up till today when the project finally drew to a close. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry when I think about those times I spent sprinting from end to end of school to take items, chase team members, call mr seah and all that jazz, or those times I shouted at Ruolin until my voice died, or those times I went high on lack of sleep and ended up acting like britney on crack, or those times I learnt that 10X5 is not 25, 110-2 is not 119 and that 2+6=8 while I soloed stock counting and all that crap.

But esp today, you realise that CIP in Singapore is damn fail. Like they make SR nathan come down to a Lecture Theatre that is about half full, present tokens to about half the winners that are supposed to be present, then make me give a certificate to a non-existent mentor and receive one from a non-existent NPO together with equally non-existent groupmates. It actually was funny.

Haha, and this was a fail project. How the successful ones work, I have no bloody idea xD

Hm, I think I won't attempt another post on teachers. I think I seriously scared ais and a bunch of others on how I find ways to bully my teachers.

Ais: "You are such a nuisance in class?" =points at blog= QUOD ERAT DEMONSTRANDUM.

Oh come on, I bet my teachers secretly love me. I mean, what's there not to love in the disobedient outspoken student in the last row of class taking breaks between doing other work to take potshots at their tutorials? O:-)

Speaking about last row politics. Many people (i.e. wei te) ask me why I sit there because I do my tutorials anyway so I (technically) have nothing to fear. Well, since I'm still in a bad scriptwriting mood, I think this discussion I had with Mr Lim (the math one) ought to explain it.

(ruth enters class late and crashes in the back most row)

Ruth: (realising the rest of her non-econs click has mysteriously evaporated between chem and math) Hey, why am I alone in the back row?!

Mr Lim: (saunters to the back to give ruth worksheet) Why must you sit there all the time anyway?

Ruth: Sir, the board looks different from here.

Mr Lim: What, really?

Ruth: (nods convincingly) Yes sir. If i sit in front, I wont recognise the board anymore.

Mr Lim: But what is so different?!

Ruth: You see Mr Lim, from the back row, I need to peer through this ...forest of guys (points to HeShi YiMing Jimmy) to see the board.

Mr Lim: ...

Ruth: Sir, where is your sense of adventure! What fun is it if the board is right in front of you?!

Mr Lim: Oh just do your worksheet.

But then again, it takes two hands to clap simultaneously in retardedness. For example:

Janissa: What are you doing in the back row Ruth?

Ruth: Ma'am, the board looks different from here!

Janissa: Then I think you should get used to how it looks from a different angle. (super serious look)

I swear, Janissa can use her eyepower to move me to the front row D:

Mr Lim: In my 5 years of teaching, I have memorised all these values by heart!

Varun: HA? Sir, you've been teaching for 5 years?!

Mr Lim: yeah...actually 5.5

Varun: Wait so you went to MJ then to RJ?

Mr Lim: er...ya...

Varun: So, you mean teachers in Singapore don't need to start from primary school and work their way up?!?!?!

Class: (to Varun) ...

Mr Lim: Oh my god, I think if i taught in primary schools i'll be in prison for murder already...you spend 80% of the time just trying to keep them quiet.

Class: =general laughter=

Ruth (looking up from Guides work): Yeah, I don't think he will survive, he can't even keep us quiet.

Mr Lim: hahahahahahaha

Class: =general laughter=

Mr Lim: hahahaha-

wait, ruth, (serious face) that is not funny.

Class: =laughter and pandemonium=

Ruth: Quod Erat Demonstrandum.

oh what the hell. seriously. What the hell.

epicness

My teachers are amazing:

Ruth: Dr. Wong, what do you think about taking 2 H3s?
Dr. Wong: Well, if you want to you can apply to (insert long thing that i didnt listen to here)
Ruth: Well, you see, I was thinking of dropping to H1 physics...
Dr. Wong: =chokesplutterchokesharpintakeofbreath= but...(gasp)but...YOUR PHYSICS IS NOT THAT BAD WHAT.
Ruth: No but you see, I'd rather take pharm chem than physics, I dont really like it...
Dr. Wong: NO! NO! You...you...(gasp)cannot...RUTH CHEMISTRY IS NOT AS IMPORTANT AS PHYSICS >:[

That was bloody scary. For those who don't know, Dr Wong is a Chem teacher who was trying to talk me into pharm chem just a little while back. No, I'm not kidding, those were her exact words.

Mr Lim: 6S, as you know, I'm not..erm...teachi-

Ruth (from the back of the class): he's ditching us!

Mr Lim: You cannot say I'm "ditch"ing you all, I'm just going to teach J1 because the new RA teacher is teaching J2!

Ruth: HE'S DITCHING US!

Mr Lim: No, no! I'm...I'm...nevermind, your teacher is a really nice person.

Ruth: HE'S DITCH-...wow she's going to get bullied by us

Mr Lim: Don't worry, I'm going to warn her about you.

Ruth: ...

Come to think of it, I'm a really nuisance in class.

Its not H3, its H8.

All this talk about H3s is eating my brain.

Everywhere I walk in school, people are either asking me about H3s, talking about their own H3s or doing the first in order to do the second. Maybe I'm so annoyed about it because I don't like thinking about it. It all seems pretty simple to me, just take whatever interests you la. but then again, you shouldn't listen to me because I applied based on the course titles.

Anyway, pharm chem proved to be strangely engaging, not because I understood anything, because I didn't but because I got pretty amused watching the rest of the LT. Its like, all those elite brains crammed in a small space and every time the lecturer said a statement at supersonic speed, there was a collective "?!?!?!?!" moment where all the brains seemed to simultaneously gasp for oxygen trying to process what she was saying. Its like, an aura of "hhhhuuuhhh?" that comes in waves. But as the lecture progressed I think everyone got the idea that this was something we weren't meant to understand. Or maybe that was just me while everyone else got used to the pace of the lesson and were happily plotting the molar extinction constants of spectrometers.

Ah well, whichever one I end up taking, I think, I predict I'm going to die so bad its not even funny. But anyway, for now, I'm just going to bask in sadistic joy at everyone else dying and squirming to choose a H3. Oh yes, and the image of the dazed look the timetabling people will give me if I tell them I want to take H3 chem, H3 math, H1 physics and H2 TSD. And before all of you get on my case about how retarded that combi is, don't worry, it should be out the window once I run it past my parents.

new blog?

hurhur, I can't believe I'm doing this. Time to answer a few questions.

I don't know why I'm starting a blog, if anyone can find me a reason, feel free to remind me. Maybe its because I'm dying of boredom while i lose my sister to nanowrimo, maybe its because I'm at a deep sense of loss without tutorials to do, maybe its because I'm waiting for clarence to bbo or maybe its because I'm looking for a depository for these long consonance-ridden statements.

Yes, I have tried this before. I remember the last time I tried this. The blog was like one of those snails I used to keep as pets, an ugly thing left to shrivel and die from neglect. Ah wells.

And, the name is lame, don't need to tell me. But I thought I better put it up there before I get similar lame things all over my chatbox. Yes, there is no logic in that but I don't care.

But anyway, welcome to my blog. I guess.