Blast from the Past.
I was young. I was reckless. I was stupid.
All i remembered before the huge thud, was me running towards 4 poles lying on the floor, a metre apart each. The next instant i was in a room. The people surrounding me that very instant in the room, the people whom i spent 3 years sweating and bleeding together with, were momentarily strangers. That incident was like scenes in the Butterfly Effect; it was like that moment of my life was taken out of the frame, and stored for future recollection.
It all started when i saw my fellow NCC mate taking the perfect landing across the 4 metre-deathzone. My egoistic and reckless nature, as well as monkey-see monkey-do attitude somehow made me pull aside possible safe precautions as well as common-sensical ways, which thus led to a simply comical and moronic display of pure stupidity. Could I have avoided it all? At that moment in time, that little devil on the top of my head poked the little angel beside him with his spear, therefore I ran towards the poles. If that little angel could have stood up for himself and strangled the little devil with his helo, I would not have crash-landed into the abyss. But i cannot change the past. This is no movie.
When i finally 'awoken' in the room, it took a minute before everyone looked familiar. I had to point to the surrounding people and call out their name, just to be sure the post-fall did not cause permanent damage. After a few queries, and of course a series of laughter and
encouraging statements like, "AYE YOU STOOPID OR WAD!", i learnt that i actually walked to the room on my own feet, with help of course, and my eyes were open throughout the, weird but true,
painless ordeal. But I was totally unconscious then. To end the story, I was brought to call up my father, where I was surprised I could even remember the number, and I was brought to the nearest clinic. For the record, my head suffered not even one swell or bruise.
Only one day after that incident, I then recalled that during the incident, I could actually hear my teacher's voice during my unconsciousness. The creepy part is that i somehow saw myself for a few seconds being helped by him, my head being rested on his arms or something, and heard him trying to wake me up. But I could not respond. It was like a four-second dream.
This whole 'whack on the head' incident is probably one of my most memorable experiences. It might not be a good one like jumping off a plane, but it sure is memorable. And now you might think im some brainless clown-in-the-making. Think what you think. Only a true friend will see what I really am inside.
dun copyright leh.
Not trying to be selfish here alex. But dun use 'funty productions' on personal blog can. I cant help but feel protective of the word i produced. thanx.
Cant seem to hotlink images. My web.singnet is screwed up somehow, and i cant find any simple free webhosts. Ahh dun care no more.
So what if block test is over. What's the difference? I dun feel no difference. In two days school will resume as per normal. And we will resume STUDYING and DOING HOMEWORK. The only credit we get from post-BT is a extended weekend of a few days. That's all. I chew on Pessimism. The glass is half empty dammit. Whos gonna stop me. muahaha.
Ok. here's what happened after physics paper on thursday. dun really care but here goes.
-screwed the paper.
-screwed the paper badly.
-screwed the paper so badly that it's worth repeating 3 times.
-sat in the cafe after the paper. wanted to do a magic trick with my burger and it ended up on the floor. funny rite biao.
-went to clementi for pool with hh, biao, nazhar, cj. biao realised he had a gift for 'nine ball' as dumb
tyco shots were allowed in the game.
-went back to school for soccer. didnt know why i did, since i disliked soccer, as well as, yah, school. maybe hh hynotised me or something.
-played with a bunch of hyperactive j1 kiddos which ran around so fast and jumping here and there with the ball, like a bunch of frisky puppies chasing their bone.
-somehow i cant seem to stop myself from acting like a clown, so i started spinning the soccer ball on my finger and even did a balancing act on the ball. and i landed on my back trying something so stupid looking i shant mention it.
-threw christina's shoes at her head. ahh sorri.
-finally went to eat pastamania. carol found television more important than her friends so she did not join us.
shall not be superfluous so i shall end here. over and out.
Pic test. (failed)
A signboard at Changi airport.
Shud be studying. Went for a show instead.
The Butterfly Effect is a genious show. One of the most interesting of all shows i've watched so far. Now if i fail my block test (touch wood), i can say its becos a butterfly flapped its wings yesterday. Or becos an ant travelled an inch last week.
this quiz is funny. rated M btw
your asshole.
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whoops.
Although i did not offend anyone, i still think i should not have said what i said in mac just now. It was bad. And now pple think im baad. Im not bad. I was just disoriented from too much chem.
The person who created chocolate syrup deserves a nobel prize.
Overdose of chocolate. Thick creamy RICH HEAVENLY chocolate fudge syrup on cake and brownie with tiramisu ice cream, i had all of that this morning. 20 bucks voucher from haagen daaz is so worthy. After that i felt so light and almost floated to heaven.
Last day of term 1. That means you should not be reading this. YOU SHOULD BE STUDYING.
My class of 1/3 population stepped out of school this morning and had breakfast at Mac during the first two periods break, and came back 9.15 on the dot. And we werent caught. It was thrilling.
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Sorry for my disappearing acts.
I have done it a few times. Leaving without saying goodbye. But does it matter? To anyone who felt it was rude, than im sorry. For those who did not realise i was there and gone, it really does not make a difference if you did. It is just an instinct in me that once the lam steps in, it means cca-time, friends-time over. I will leave the table without hesitating. I will not stay any longer, it is just not right for me. I was a fellow odaccer. But for now i'll just be your friend.
The fishie bored.
Just in case there is anyone wondering what the heck is the stuff on the tagboard, me and biao was at the library playing 'who can click the mouse button the fastest' race game. Apparently i lost twice. So i hereby change the game name to 'see whose com did not lag slower at that point in time' race game.
Oh im such a good person. Hey stop puking.
Heart of Gold
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Happy birthday Ivan, prince of crap.
Exactly 18 years ago the renowned essence called Crap was introduced to this lifeless mundane world of ours, causing a social breakthrough in our lives. Over the years crap has been used to spice up daily events namely gatherings, meals, lessons in school, as well as morning assemblys. Crap really makes the difference.
A hypothetical example.
A man stepped into a cafe.
Without crap:
Man: "I'll have plain rice and cool water thanks."
Vender: "Want fries with that?"
Man: "Er, no."
Vender: "Right."
With Crap:
Man: "I wanna huge chunk of chicken chop with fried rice, if the chicken flies away then cut me a slice of venison, and i'll have coffee without coffee powder and make sure it is not hotter than warm and a little colder than lukewarm, on second thoughts forget the venison because deer rhymes with beer and i hate beer, so just gimme the rice. Don't bother frying it cos i hate fried rice anyway. Muahahahahaa."
See the difference? Crap is a blessing, not a bane.
The only lesson which i don't seem to learn is MAKING SURE THE SIZE SUITS THE PRICE. Once again i was conned. CONNED I TELL YOU!! 15 FREAKIn' BUCKS for a few small, tiny, MICROSCOPIC pieces of soft shelled crabs. And a few prawns. I hereby suggest that restaurants should state the WEIGHT and DIMENSIONS of their main courses on the menu so that customers would feel so stupid after looking at their plate.
And so the bottom line of the day is: Big Crap the best, Small Crab detest.
So true.
I just saw an msn nick which says:
The best way to start studying is to start studying.
Wow. I didnt thought of that before.
Argh Curse the new Uni admission Criterias. A thousand curses.
My PE teacher wanted me to take part in track and field. Sheesh, why the hell for? Dont see why i should take part in an exhausting race to only earn myself a measly medal that proves nuthin. Why do I want to win the Rat Race anyway, to prove that im the number one Rat? I dont need these shiny rewards, im done receiving enough material ornaments of little self worth.
OK, now for the truth. I suck in competitions.
I sense not-rightness. Mystery fills the air around me. There are a lot of things I do not know, and it may be happening just next to me, but so happen to miss it. Trickyness. Conspiracy. Whatever you call it. Yet I dont care. Why must i bother anyway, if im not meant to know, maybe its for the best. The fun thing is, i might even know some stuff that people think i dont, and i act ignorant so people continue with their trickyness, which makes it much easier for me to feel, to realise, to uncover more. Watch out conspirators, i probably know what you think i dont, as much as you know even. Muahaha.
Hah. I might also be bluffing my knowledge. I hafta counter all this mystery with a little mind games. Im paranoid. But i dun show it. Cos i semi-dun care. Cos im me. The one an only MJFunty.
A great song, inspired by one faithful Simpsons episode.
Lean on Me, Michael Bolton version
Sometimes in our lives
we all have pain
we all have sorrow
but if we are wise
we know that there's always tomorrow
Lean on me
when you're not strong
i'll be your friend
i'll help you carry on
for it won't be long
till i'm gonna need
somebody to lean on
Please
swallow your pride
if i have faith
you need to borrow
for no one can feel
both of your knees
that you wont let show
Just call on your brotha
when you need a hand
we all need somebody to lean on
i just might have a problem that you’ll understand
we all need somebody to lean on
Lean on me
when youre not strong
and ill be your friend
ill help you carry on
for it wont be long
till im gunna need somebody to lean on
if
there is a load
you have to bare
that you cant carry
im right up the road
ill share your load
if you just call me
call me……
if you need a friend
