Have you ever been looked down upon,and discriminated by someone?And was that person your teacher?Well,i have.

Well it so happens,i got a teacher,who simply doesn't like me for various reasons.And cloaked under that big fake smile of hers,i see something that goes deeper.Clad somewhere in all her sarcasm,i smell detest.She simply sees me as a good for nothing,incapable of taking up any responsibilities.

Basing her judgements on daily work,or should i say work that concerns econs,you're deemed capable and adept at handling any form of responsibilities,or you're just good for nothing.If you're a goodie-two-shoes who doesn't procrastinate handing in of assignments,good for you,because that's gonna earn you a star in her books.Otherwise,if you're like me who occasionally do not hand in her assignments,you're condemned.

Other than just econs works,daily issues like whether or not you have your hair cut when she whines bout it,and stuff like whether you talk to the neighbouring class during flag raising.And of course,the main point which i'm gonna illustrate of her biased and twisted mentality of me.Chinese classes.One thing that irks her,and pleases me,is my A level chinese grade.Not that i did extremely well,but i did well enough to wipe the smile off her face.You see,apparently after i skipped like 3 chinese lessons last year,she concluded that perhaps theoretically,(which hwa chong people would most probably base most of their judgements on) i would most probably flunk chinese,and the best grade i should get was a D.And by some stroke of luck,or fortune,which in this case a misfortune for her i got a B.And apparently,she firmly believes,that Shi Rui the slacker doesn't deserve that.While this "slacker" got a B,her "model" students didn't seem to do better or as well,and that has most probably got on her nerves.

And recently i got a china buddy,whom i decided to "apply" for in hope of improving my mandarin (which is pretty horrendus) and having something else to list in my School Graduation Certificate.And being the sort of person she is,the moment she found out the china scholar was assigned to me,she began her grilling session of "I thought"s.And some went like this, "I thought you have to be well behaved and have good conduct" and "I thought that you have to be proficient at chinese".To which i rebutted with my own dose of sarcasm,"I did get a B grade you know."Seeing her walk away speechless and exasperated put a smile to my face.To me it was a sign of triumph.

Motivation to do well for the A levels has never been greater,the satisfaction derived from proving someone who belittles your abilities and capabilities wrong is too great to resist.A small battle won,and many more to go with my beloved tutor...

It never rains,it pours.And if you seem to have walked to some place with a neverending pouring rain,welcome to my life.

It seems that all my endeavours,are either going down the drain,thrown out of the window,flushed down the toilet.... ...you get my point.When everything goes wrong and nothing seems to go right,what do you do?Someone please save my ass,cause i'm wallowing in this sea of self pity.Right now i realise why people have a tendency to blame it on fate and all that crap and then sweep their hands and say there's nothing i can do.And i'm beginning to feel guilt as temptation to do the same takes over.

Life is pretty much screwed up.To further support that statement,i shall attempt to paint a picture that's not too distorted or fugly that i saw on my way home.Walking that same old path home,i saw a funeral.What's the big deal bout a funeral you ask?Well i sorta noticed people gambling,drinking and in short,making merry.And then you might ask whats the big deal,people do that all the time.And my answer to that is because today i suddenly had an epiphany.My thought drifted and then i began to wonder to myself,why the hell are people making merry when someone's dead.It makes no sense at all,at least to me.I mean for christ's sake,or allah's sake or guanyinma's sake,it's a funeral and someone just died.The least a person can do is to at least pretend to be sad if he's a stranger to you.

Okay i'm just venting my emotions on unrelated stuf,pardon me for making you read this shit.I'm gonna hit the showers now and put an end to this day of mine.

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!

My class is gonna start selling at the booth this sunday,and for those of you who still have no idea what it's all about,here's a roundup!

We're selling stuff we made to raise funds for a field trip that would see us bringing a group of kids (From M.I.N.Ds organisation) It's a meaningful event that i hope you peeps can support,and at the same time buy some nice boxes!To view some of the ones that's already been made,and for more information,do drop by our exhibition blog!

What hurts the most by Rascal Flatts



Listened to the song,and i loved it.Saw the MV and i nearly cried..

What Hurts The Most

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most was being
so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

I'm saying that loving you
That’s what I was tryin' to do

I said before,i'd never be like that guy who once caused me so much pain.That pain i will forever remember,and its scar i bear in reminder to that hurt that seared through me.And that very same reason,is the one that would draw this distance,between me and you.

This feeling of helplessness,and my head hung lower than ever before,is justified by the feeble reason that i'm just too late.I don't know why,a tear glided down.Was it for you,or was it for myself?Perhaps it's for my inability,or maybe it's because i'm down on my knees,with faith broken and hope abandoned.

Kissed by the Angel that brings sorrow.Maybe thats the reason why,sadness knows me by name..

Happy Birthday Best Bud!

A mockery of me,life seems to be making,leaving me at the crossroads with the soul weary.Each path ahead,fraught without looming clouds and the smog of uncertainty is killing me slow.

Your smile i yearned to see,and on my mind you'd always seem to linger.And just when it felt,like a dream come true,all signs of happy emotions soon dissapated.Caught in a dilemma i can't seem to solve,with the consequences of regret and disappointment building up in the shadows.
Shackled by a vow i made,and maimed by a pain that once held me close.

I wished i could show you just how i feel,through the windows of my eyes,in lieu of words that're bound to be ridiculed.

I have finally survived the first day of school after the one week "break",and i somewhat consider this a feat.Bombarded with enough econs work to use as a week's worth of toilet paper,and then an essay test on econs once again today,it is therefore relief i'm feeling as the day draws close to an end.

And thank god i still had enough sense in me to hold back the urge to blurt out "is 2 pages enough to stuff up your ass?" (Sorry for being crude) as a response to her sarcastic remark of her "2 pages only?" How the heck are we supposed to cope with being incarcerated in econs,and i'm truly hating my econs teacher right now.With a probability of close to 1 that i've flunked the econs faculty test,and the perpetual debt of econs related work.I guess i should be expecting a backlash of no less than a barrage of her sarcasm this coming saturday when she meets my mom.

And its the start of the week,but i'm already looking forward to the end...

There's something bout how you manage to stay on my mind,and how you draw me closer when you're so far away.

Classmate michelle's birthday on monday and we decided to throw her a surprise birthday party!No idea if she was surprised though cause i was pretty late. =x Though all we did there was just repeatedly throwing people into the pool,i guess it wasn't all too bad at all.And yes!My class is filled with camwhores with people like hilmi and riza (The two morons flexing their biceps)

The one i conjured up!

We started making our boxes for the upcoming bazaar we're gonna have to raise funds for a bunch of handicapped kids.And i'm proud to say the artistically impaired rui managed to paint a decent box that didn't look too screwed up!Well the boxes we made didn't turn out very nicely,but at least our first attempt wasn't half bad at all.

Well putting that aside,anyone wanna buy one? =x Afterall it's for charity!

Holidays and money both share a common trait,and that is both of them should be earned by yourself.Before,when i never had any work experience,i never really appreciated the money bestowed on me by my beloved mom.After,when i got my first paycheck,a sense of satisfaction rushed through me.After the countless of hours spent,and mind warped by the mental torture of standing around doing "nothing",the money in my hands weighed more than gold.

This one week holiday that i've looked forward to all month,and the whole of last month,though short,is one i've come to appreciate as well.Ironically,it's even better than the two month long one i had after the 'O' levels.And its probably cause i've earned this holiday with sweat(sweat cause every test i take,would have dire consequences in the coming meet-the-parents session),and i've toiled long enough for a "short break"(a short break thats laden with a truckload of work)

Every now and then my civics tutor who happens to also be my econs tutor,would take a swipe at me whenever she has a chance.And it wouldn't be half bad if the things directed at me weren't peppered with sarcasm.

Life's seriously a whore sometimes,or perhaps on most occasions.Studies ain't going that well,and thats just one thing out of the smorgasbord of other issues.I'm beginning to even wonder if my compass is pointing in the right direction,come to think of it,it hasn't changed for quite awhile.And god knows if my compass is screwed,i need a sign,like maybe one that says "Give up on love dude,you're hopeless" or "Stop getting a life,and start studying"..

Alright i'm starting to whine about life again,shall stop before i start bitching bout it..

Something interesting that was forwarded to me through mail...


Can You Read the truth lies behind this misplaced words...................................
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> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you can raed tihs forwrad it.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ONLY FORWARD IF YOU CAN READ THIS...Update the numbers on top too

With bated breath i waited.My eyes locked on,and focus undivided,and then in a split second,i made my move..

..and boy did it hurt,diving on the ground doesn't feel as good as it looks.And the bad thing is i'm getting addicted to it.The wave of satisfaction that washes over is pure ecstacy.My position in the team changed again,and it seems too high a mountain to scale this time.I've got less than 2 months to train as a 'Libro' (don't know if its spelt that way) and therefore,i'm pretty much screwed.Not only do i need physics,maths,geog,and economics tuition,volleyball training seems to be on the list as well.

Today's kinda sad,for it marks the last day of rugby during P.e,which inevitably means that there's no more fun to look forward to on wednesdays.Rugby has a knack for bonding people together,or should i say guys in general.Putting a bunch of hormone raging guys together with a sport that brings out the testosterone nature equates to a whole lot of dirty talk and jokes.And of cause a whole lot of fun unrivalled by any other game.And it extends to weekly post P.e rendezvous where the whole bunch of us goes to wash up.Just last week i witnessed two fellas bathing together in the same cubicle,and today,i witnessed three.

For all the fun in school,it's shadowed with an invisible burden weighing down on us,and this is exarcebated as each day passes by.It's superfluous to even mention about how sad life is getting,with more tests piled on us,and the pressing pressure for us to have "no lives" starting from right now.The daily timetable of my teacher when she was in a JC goes like this, 3-4pm,short nap.Followed up with a three hour study till 7 before its dinner cum tv time until the clock strikes 8.And then it's study time yet again till 10,ending with a 6 hour sleep before waking at 4am to study again...and that is the life,of a person who scored practically all As.

Saw this on another blog so i decided to steal it!

Changing Light bulbs.

Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: 4 whole faculties. One faculty to design the new bulb, one faculty to test it out, one faculty to market it and one guy to write a stupid E-mail about light bulbs.

Q: How many HCJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: The whole school. To compete with RJC.

Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: The whole school. One student to screw it in and the rest to cheer and wave flags and banners to give him/her support.

Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They can study without light.

Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: They're too busy trying to be one of the top 5 JCs.

Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change light bulb??
A: None. They'd use all their money to employ YJC to do it for them.

Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. Only one teacher to tell them what a light bulb is in the first place and to demonstrate (how do you think they're able to change it for ACJC?)

Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: They'd prefer it darker. *raises eyebrows*

Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. Their physics is so bad that they make the male teacher cry.

Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: They wouldn't bother.

Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They believe in praying for it.

Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They are still using oil lamps.

Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Huh, what litebarbu...

Q: Don't you guys wonder who wrote this?
A: TJC!

Q: How many TJC students does it take to change the light bulb?
A: None. They think they are very bright already.

Q: How many PJC students does it take to change the light bulb?
A: Fuck the light bulb lah, the principal will do something about right barbs. Let's do 300 jumping jacks for not wearing the proper school attire.


and what the hell right,who says we won't bother?We do care,it's just that we're too slack and lazy to make the effort.It's the thought that counts anyway..

Trudging and manoeuvring through against the neverending souls,i was glad when i finally got in the open.As i soldiered on,with the fatigue kicking in,i saw a little boy no taller than my waist.He was chasing,running after another boy on a skate scooter taunting him."You can't cant catch me!Ha ha!" And there he was,the little boy "running",and as he ran,i saw how happy he was,shouting in glee.

It struck me how dumb it looked,because any fool would tell you he won't catch up at all.But it left me wondering,the reason why he was so elated,despite the fact he couldn't reach the other fella.I think any of us,would probably have given up.It just makes no sense trying to catch something that you can't.

Perhaps,it was just the little boy being naive,but somehow,somewhere along our lives as we grew,we lost something.When things don't look achievable,we just give up and lower our heads.We let go of things that are out of reach,and then it becomes regret.We overlook,that "while any fool would tell you he won't catch up" doesn't mean he will never do so.We forget that when we grit our teeth and never look down,we grow in strength.And one day,that boy who couldn't catch up,would be in front,of what he used to see from behind.