Ham & Cheese

My Class Is Awesome!

But I bet y'all knew that already. But I'll say it again. MY CLASS IS AWESOME!

Why am I rather high at the moment? Blame the fashion photography on Tuesday, which allowed me to ham it up in front of the cameras. Heh heh. I think I really count as the boisterous bruiser trope. Let's bring up a checklist, eh?

1. Part of an ensemble band? Check.
   
2. A Large Ham? Check!
   
3. Might inadvertently send someone flying across the room? Check.
   
4. Might buy them a drink after picking them up? Check.
   
5. Big, Loud & Scenery-Chewing? Check!
   
6. One man wrecking crew/army? Check.
   
7. Mighty Glacier pulling Tank duty? Check.
   
8. Preference for Big F***in' Guns & other over-sized weaponry? Check!
   
9. Not exactly the brightest spark? Check.
   
10. Can be played by BRIAN BLESSED? CHECK!
    

There we go, the boisterous bruiser. BWAHAHAHAHAA! CHISWICK! FRESH HORSES!

But seriously, this year has started off great. And it just keeps getting better. Jan's party tomorrow, and a church costume party next Friday. I shall attend as...*drumroll*...The Spirit! And yes, I found somewhere to rent a trenchcoat.

Before I forget. Note to self: Projects dues soon.

Here Comes Time

I Love My Class. Granted, they can be exasperating, annoying and cheerfully unaware of some things going on in the world, but I don't hold that against them. Maybe I'm just too serious sometimes. In any case, this is the absolute BEST class I've ever been in, 4S1 running in a very close second. And we have one heck of a Care Person. That's the TP version of a form teacher, by the way. I mean, how many other teachers can put up with so much hyperactive and zany behavior from one class, and then buy lunch for that whole class? Mr Ethan Guo, We Salute You!

Okay, for once, I have all my stuff prepared for GDF and EssGra. Both projects are ready and waiting, the only problem is that the EssGra project needs to have a few spanners in the works sorted out. Nothing too drastic, thankfully. And I put my trust in Jiaqi to sort them out. She's a smart cookie, she is. Kudos to Michelle and Shafiq as well, for contributing so much to the project.

Now, my checklist for school simply reads: Journalism 1 assignment, and prepare for exams. That's right folks, my major assignments are all in, and I'm almost done with the semester. Perhaps at the end of the week, I will post my views on the WHOLE class. Well, maybe an exception or two. After all, if you've nothing good to say, don't say it. And since Friday is Ms Tan's last day on the job, I think we should get her something, don't you?

Right, another game of football coming up on Monday. That's probably the highlight of my weekend, unless I go beast some sushi joint with the Crazy Gang. Hope they're free. I wonder how they are all getting along. Time for a surprise inspection! Heh heh. Barge in at their houses and crash on the couch time! Nah, won't happen. I'm too nice. =)

Oh yeah, I'm told we are at a disadvantage playing other regional teams, as our defence is not that great. Well, what the hell did you expect, since our idea of defence seems to be leaving a lone sweeper to cover, and letting every other player charge up the bloody field, without listening either to the sweeper or the goalie? Way to go, geniuses. You can't expect Alan and I to catch every bleeding thing thrown at us, and do so with no defensive cover, or anyone tracking back. JBC. To any prospective defenders, have some sodding discipline. BFH.

Presentations, presentations, presentations. Had quite a few this term, don't know how well I did. Hope what I gave was enough. Maybe next semester will be better, since there won't be anymore exams. Also, I'm told some subjects are great if you can use flashbangs and smokes, so I have my fingers crossed. I certainly won't do that great for this semester, unless I can spring a major surprise. Hope springs eternal in the human breast, et cetera.

I should legally change my name to JJ Seah Junjie. I'm a little tried of people not being sure what my name is. And JJ is good. I used to want Craig, or Johnny or something, but maybe when I really want to GTF outta here and go somewhere far away. And that don't look like happening anytime soon.

I have a possible job offer. Got the word over the past few days. Sounds extremely tempting. And with the job market so bad, any openings are certainly worth consideration. I don't have that much to do, anyway.

I need less coffee, and more sleep. My energy levels seem to crash during the late morning to early afternoon, and again at night. Eight to twelve cups a day is unhealthy, especially my kind of blend. Well, the first step to recovery is recognizing the problem. And I need to stop swearing so much...NOT. It ain't me, babe. It just ain't. And I need more swim partners, it get's boring cranking out 40 laps by yourself. My shoulder and back problems are finally gone, thank God. Now there's just my knee I gotta watch. I wanted a motorcycle. My dad wouldn't let me. I'll settle for a muscle car, or at least a muscle car bodykit on a good set of wheels. Time to look into getting my license.

Johnny Cash Songs on an Electric Guitar. Dreams Will Come True.

Cutting Close To The Line

I'm not that complicated. People are my friends until they stop being my friends. How does that happen? Well, first, you've gotta do something that really pisses me off. Then, you've got to refuse to admit it, or be completely unapologetic about it. If you don't know what it is, I would probably tell you. And if you don't like something I'm doing, will you for fuck's sake have some goddamn bloody guts and tell me to my face? Don't bloody skulk around in the shadows and poison the well, step up and take a fucking swing. We might both actually gain something out of it, even if it's only a black eye and a bruised ego

Some people might know what I'm talking to, some people might not. If you aren't exactly understanding why I'm so pissed, come talk to me, and I'll tell you.

Now then, apologies are in order for some people.

Firstly, to Lee Cheng and Na'im, I am extremely sorry for not giving you a fair shot in the beginning. At the start of the school year, I will admit I was not exactly happy to have you guys in the marketing group, and didn't expect too much effort. But you have both worked extremely hard, provided invaluable knowledge and experience to the group, and proved me wrong. Without all of this, we would probably have fallen apart from stress. Please accept my sincere apologies for having misjudged you both.

Next, to Eudora Shin. I am sorry for the way I so spectacularly lost my temper on Friday afternoon. I did not understand that you were just cracking a joke, and completely blew up at a small remark. Even though it was a long and trying week, there was still no excuse for losing control like that. As assistant class chair, I'm supposed to be more in control of my temper, and I failed. I am truly sorry.

Finally, to the Gang, sorry for not meeting up with y'all more often. I am more busy than I anticipated this term, but maybe now I can stay in touch better, yeah? I hope you guys understand. Thanks for being such great friends. Brothers For Life!

By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY WJ! Yes, you big lug, you're finally 18. Time to live it up a bit, no? Welcome to the club!

PS. A big thanks to everyone who made this week such a success. I love y'all for it.

Pans And Fires

Well, I managed to survive the week. Scary as heck, it was. Majorly rushed several assignments, full on smoke, mirrors and charm. I think my presenting skills are still intact, thank God. Hope I don't go all to pot on my projects, though.

I've lost some weight over the holidays, down 6 kilos to 97kg. I think I shall give myself a round of applause, and a root beer. *Slurps*

There, that's better. Where was I? Oh yeah, keeping fit and healthy...or not. Now, term is back in full swing, and everyone is probably fixed on the 2 graphics projects. Oddly enough, so am I. My grades last term were rather insipid and uninspiring, something I really need to correct. Now let's see, the to-do list for these next weeks.

1. Essential Graphics [Photoshop] project
2. Graphic Design project
3. Marketing project
4. 4 more Marketing journals
5. Media & Society group project
   
6. APEL folio
7. Catch up on my sleep.

On number 7, I calculated that if my average amount of sleep was supposed to be 7 hours, from 11pm 'til 6am, I'm currently short 91 hours of sleep for the month. I suppose I have quite some catching up to do, in that case.

Friday was extremely fun, I had lots of fun at Arthur's. I learned a lot about our region, and also about my friends. I have much more respect for some of them, decidedly less so for others. And to my surprise, I am something like the regional mystery. How that figures is beyond me...or maybe people just don't have the time to try and read me. Here I was thinking I was a happy open book, when apparently I'm the exact opposite. Oh well....guess I'll stay closed. It's better when people don't know what to expect. Wild Card, Maverick, Joker in the pack. Hope my close friends don't find me cold, private or distant. If I am, tell me. Ask me about something, I just might tell you.

Five Of Freedom

This has been the best week of the holidays! The food, the fun, and the freedom! So much done in such a short time. A real battery recharge and boost. Once again, I thank everyone who turned up, and made it happen!

Best 2 days? Easily Thursday and Friday! Kuishin-Bo buffet with Arthur, Ivan and Wendy was nothing short of spectacular. There was so much to eat and drink, and even more time to do it! And the food quality? Excellent. Well, maybe the soft-shell crabs could have been bigger, but still, I'm not exactly complaining. Oh, and I swallowed a large piece of prawn shell without realizing it. Thank God it hung around somewhere less obstructive than my throat, and I could cough it out later, instead of having to choke on it.

Apart from that little incident, we ate. And ate. And ate. And drank. And ate. And...well, you get the picture, yeah? Food, fun, chaos and laughter when Master Chef 1V4N decided to make a wasabi tart. Heh heh. Yes, it looked odd. Pics are on Facebook. No, for once I didn't eat it. Surprising, no?

Sleepover came right after that. Well, I didn't exactly sleep, but I did get a night full of talking, laughing and general tomfoolery. The two cans of soup, the movies and the first season of Mind Your Language were much appreciated. I hope everyone else had as much fun as I did!

You'll forgive me if I don't remember so much of the sleepover. I didn't exactly get much sleep, and was high on fun.

Breakfast after that was nice, though we didn't get to try Lavette and Evelyn's pancakes, since they decided not to cook. Ah well, some other time, I guess.

Everyone's headed off for camps, holidays and so on. I've got five days of freedom, home with just school projects to do. Wonder what I could accomplish? And why do I feel like having a drunken house party? Wait...bad idea, I'd need to clean up after. Happy hols, everyone!

Shoot To Thrill

What other guy finishes his exams, then goes home and scoffs two plates of noodles and a plate of chicken rice? That's right, I'm the one of a kind, original Beast North East!

Heh heh. Recent activities have been, to put it mildly, brilliant! For all those who organized the Sentosa outing, and relentlessly badgered people to come, a very heartfelt thanks for making it happen. Thanks to those people who came as well. More people equals more fun!

The only drawback to going to the beach? Sunburn. I really need to get more effective sunblock. Ah well, no point crying over spilt milk. Juts bring on the moisturizer.

I should finish all my assignments ASAP. Then I have more time to party!

Sleepover planning going into overdrive! Oh, and two words for the week: Kuishin-Bo and Buffet!

Okay, I gotta go get ready for church. Duty calls.

Man. Monster. Mountain.

Yeah, yeah, so I drank two cups of foul-tasting sauce. Honestly, it's only bad at the bottom, where all the stuff settles. Still, it was funny to see everyone go loony over that. And, that proves I am the sickest person in the youth. Not sick as in cough and sneeze sick, but sick as in WICKED SICK!!! By the way, the sauce was vinegar, Tabasco and wasabi.

Let's see...put away around 15 dogs, still had space for dessert and some dim sum. Oh, and a burger when I got back home. Plus a can of root beer, and 2 1.5l bottles of water to flush the system. Yes, I AM a monster.

Discussed a sleepover with the 3IV bunch. Guests should not be more than twelve, I guess. Wonder who should Arthur invite?

A day to mid-terms. 2 papers, 2 hours, and freedom. Watch this space.

Dogs And Deadlines

This is gonna be a short post. I've got piles of stuff to do, and not much time to do 'em. Once more, once more unto the brink!

Okay, just had one hell of an argument with my dad about the whole hot dog holocaust thing on Saturday. Granted, he has a point about unhealthiness and carcinogens, but sheesh! Can't he cut me some slack in this? Sure, the youth are gonna be their usual cheapskate skinflint selves, but what can we do? There's an inordinate amount of gluttons that we have, so should we buy proper, classy stuff for them to scoff? The blighters probably wouldn't appreciate such stuff. No point in casting pearls before...well, you get the general idea. That's why I'm rather cheesed off.

More deadlines. Oh well, school has always been about handling, coping and not going bloody spare. At least, that's what it always seemed to be about. Thank God for an awesome class! Without such fun people, I probably would have gone nuts. The fact that everybody seems to willingly accept each other's quirks and oddities is extremely encouraging. 1C04 Rocks!!!

Not to self: J1 IWA1 and MedSoc Proposal due tomorrow. Press on. Deus Vult!

Life Is A Highway

I'm less tired than I was at the start of the break. Also, less bored. Several interesting events have unfolded. I'm much better for them. It's been a good few weeks.

I have a few announcements to make. Firstly, I am leaving my course of studies. Whatever was taught sure hasn't stuck. Probably never will. I will be getting a job when term re-opens, and will not be returning to school, except maybe to pinch some movies, books and the like. Or I might do that during the last week of break. Whatever works out, I guess.

Secondly, I am giving up my pursuit of her. I did send her an email asking her out, just for a movie and coffee, but have yet to receive a proper response. Also, since I am leaving my course (and most probably the polytechnic), it don't seem too sensible to keep her thinking I'm trying something. I leave that part of my life to chance, fate and time.

Third. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAHMAN! Yeah, yeah, I'm weeks late, but still, better late than never, eh? (I really need to stop procrastinating, retyping entire articles and deleting them). Anyway, here's wishing you all the best for promo results. Ride on, my brother-in-arms!

Fourth. I am trying to hammer out a plan for my life, or at least the education part of it. Yes, I'm actually thinking hard during a holiday break. No, I don't mean that I was not thinking when I was talking about your life. Of course I was thinking, and not on autopilot. It's just that I am putting as much serious thought as I can into this. All better now? Good. Thank you. Now sod off, you hypersensitive bitch. No wait! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, it was meant for the other guy. Yeah, you at the back, the one who didn't get it...oh never mind.

Now, for something a little less serious.

I've been going out a lot more lately. 2 badminton games, 1 basketball game, lunch, a school tour, a gaming spree, and more food and drink. For once, I actually enjoyed myself bags more, rather than the usual sitting in front of a computer, like I'm doing now. So, to the cool cats of region 3/4, who planned and organized all the events, thanks for a job well done. Boredom has been alleviated.

Let's see, am I missing anything....nope, don't think I have. Well, til next time chaps. Oh wait. Yeah. Paul Newman has gone to the great roundup in the sky. This video is posted in his honor. To the Hudson Hornet.

A Dream Is A Wish...

Due to a myriad delays and distractions, I have to give Tessa her birthday gift on Friday or Saturday. I pray it does not rain. It would ruin everything, again. I have to get a rose as well... I wonder what color I should get? The classic red rose? The graceful pink rose? The passionate coral rose? Or the beautiful burgundy? I don't know. Suffice to say I have to look at my budget, as I hear roses are dreadfully expensive these days.

Well, a dream really is a wish. I guess my dreams are pretty modest compared to most, but I think that with setting targets I can achieve something. Out of sight, out of mind and all that, eh?

On another note, Congratulations to the Region 3/4 Captain's Ball team for winning the 2008 Youth Championships! (And doing it without any substitutes, and no lunch to boot.) All in all, we scored more than 10 points per match, and restricted our opponents to a paltry 4 points per match! A jolly good showing for a team that never trained together(unlike some other eager beaver teams I could think of), never had much expectations, and were generally seen as either cannon fodder or dark horses. We are the little team that could. The Few. I Salute You!

Let's see, now... my back, shoulders, arms, legs and hip all feel like a throbbing mass of pain, but DAMN! It was worth it!