::Back to school

Rode bike to school to collect cert. Got there on time, unfortunately everyone else(Gwen and Evon) was fucking late, ended up sitting on the steps listening to cheerleader songs for 1 fucking hour while watching my bike being watered by a guy with a hose who was trying to water the plants. Ah well, it was dirty anyway. So I didn't care.

When you ride a bike into St Nicks, everyone looks at you like you're some alien from outer space. "Look, there's a cyclist." "Yeah, I've heard of them, but never really seen them before. And one just came into our school 0_o I though only cars come into St Nicks?"
Yeah. No comment man.

Locked bike to a railing behind some potted plants. Then, some guy came and watered it. Then, when I finally wanted to collect it, it got stuck in the potted plant and all the leaves came up and started hitting me on the face. Yeah. No comment man.

Anyway, we (my human friends - not the bike, damnit!) hung out on the climbing frame like oversized monkeys. Gwen kept saying I was a china dance instructor cuz of my hair and my bicycle.

Then, she decided to be an uncle on a bicycle. So she kidnapped my bicycle and rode around. And I was pretty glad cause she helped me take it up the slope in the carpark. Planned to go Macs with them but the sky was an ugly colour and I don't exactly relish the thought of cycling home in the pouring rain, no matter how romantic that may sound. It is not romantic. It's just uh...wet.

Went home. Road was fucking empty, like 1 car every 7 seconds. There was a light drizzle. Road sloped downhill. Ended up going damn fast like flying. Fucking exhilarating. Now I know why those spandex types whole day hang around on the road.

Actually the road outside st nicks is pretty nice to ride on, provided you don't appear at dismissal time, with all the tai tais and their flashy cars jamming up the road waiting for their children to walk leisurely out of the school gate and tell them what happened today in school, or at 7-something in the morning with all the kiasu parents trying to give their children spelling tests in their cars and blocking up the whole damn place.

::Fear has a new name.

The phobia list.

Fear of cemetries? Okay. But what about these: Cyclophobia -fear of bicycles, Vestiphobia - fear of clothes, Cibophobia - fear of food, Peladophobia - fear of bald people? And oh no, ablutophobia - fear of bathing.

And check this out: Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words.

::All 2004 Sec 4 SNGSians please note:

The 2004 GCE 'O' Level certificates are ready for collection. Kindly collect them at the New General Office (opposite Gym) before 10 July 2005. Pls bring along your I.C for identification.
There will be no amendments after 10 July.
-SNGS website (announcements)

Well, if you didn't know before, now you know. (Thanks to Evon for alerting me to this)

Wow. I just go for like half a year, and their General Office has already moved. Amazing.

::SATan is cheapskate.

Went shopping for shoes cause I only have one pair of shoes that I can wear to school and they need washing. Decided to check out the bargain section and ended up buying two pairs, a Fila and an Adidas. Both cost guess what, $39 something (as in combined price around $78). And they look pretty good too. Wow.

Next time you go buy shoes, remember to hunt around the bargain section. Yes, they only come in odd sizes, but if you have odd sized feet, that's wonderful.

::Things taste better when they're free.

Freebies my sister brought back from camp:

1) 1 cup of Koka seafood flavoured instant noodles
2) 1 Akira mug
3) 1 can of roibo SOD rooibos tea with wild honey and lemon
4) 1 namecard holder
5) 1 sample bottle of Cool Citrus Listerine
6) 1 battery operated portable fan
7) 1 sample packet of Green Planet cooling talc
8) 2 packs of Julie's biscuits
9) 1 packet of Honsei instant nutritious cereal
10) 1 packet of Honsei cappuccino
11) 1 packet of Konol footcare powder (?!!!)
12) 1 packet of Gatsby facial paper
13) 1 tiny bottle of Christian Breton unidentified clear liquid
14) 1 small tube of Christian Breton Hydra Age anti-aging treatment (???)
15) 1 packet of Nescafe 3-in-1 intense coffee
16) 3 notepads
17) A pen
18) A badly skinned knee

NUS is generous, isn't it? I swear if you got lost with all this stuff, you'd probably be able to hold out for a few days eating instant noodles and biscuits, throwing help messages at passing vehicles and even come out looking younger too!

::Assorted things.

My sis is coming back from camp tomorrow. (wait, when did she go to camp? Shit, I forgot to blog about it.) That's nice. She's been gone long enough. She should come back by now.

Today was the longest day of my life. Lessons from 8 to 5. Means that I had to leave the house at 6.45. I left the house at 7-something. I was late. Duh.

We did data types for VB. I kept having to supress the urge to throw semicolons at the end of everything. ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;

Nowhere carries anything by Funker Vogt. :(

I WANT A CLASS 2 LICENCE. Nah, get the class 2B licence first. It's all good.
Oh, and I found out that the bike I was intending to get as a first bike (NOT hayabusa!) just exceeds 200cc. Means I can't ride it with a class 2B licence. :( :( :( :( :(

::Ouch my eye.

Well today, I intended to go and force Vector Magnetics to change my thumb drive. Well, I figured that since lesson ended at 12.30, I could go change it in the afternoon. Well, got to school and then found out that I had to stay back for some shit briefing at guess what, 3 - 5. What the hell.

So does our hero (haha, like real) SATan have to endure another two days of being thumb drive-less? No, because nothing stops SATan when she....okay, cut the crap here.

Okay, in the short space of two and a half hours, I got down to Vector Magnetics on my friend's motorbike (people, don't tell my ma) and got my thumb drive changed. Had to keep the visor down cause my eyes kept getting assaulted by all manner of flying dust particles and whatnot. It was not that scary though. Dunno why everyone seems to think that being on a motorbike is scary and that you have to hug the person in front of you. You fucking don't. If you did, no one would carry pillion riders cause they'd be squeezed out of breath by the pillion rider every time they turned a corner (which perhaps might be a good thing if you like being squeezed).

Well, anyway, SATan is not the kind of person that will anyhow hug people. She is not that timid and anyway she hates being hugged so she doesn't see why she has to torture other people.

Anyway, they changed my thumb drive cause they couldn't retrieve the info from the spoilt one and the model was out of stock. New thumb drive (Cruzer Micro) looks good, even better than the previous one. It's small, transparenty, has a pretty blue LED and matches the colour of my computer . However, when plugged in to the front of my computer, the pretty blue LED is so blinding that I have to block the light with a flyer if I want to stop squinting. Serious design flaw. Well, guess I just can't win. Sigh.

Anyway, I am going to get a motorbike asap. Once you find out how much time you can save by having your own transport, you won't want to rely on public transport ever again. But I still gotta wait. Too bad for me huh?

::Uncyclopedia's Not Wikipedia

Check this out: Uncyclopedia. It will crack you up.

::I'm with stupid!!!

Your IQ Is 110

Your Logical Intelligence is Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional Your General Knowledge is Above Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

As usual, a range of results. If they'd stopped asking about American things (presidents, miles, etc.) I'd have scored higher.

You Are a German Shepherd Puppy

Intelligent, quick witted, and a bit aggressive. You've got the jaw power to take a bite out of anyone you choose.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

::55378008

I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
-Pocket calculator, Kraftwerk

To think that all I did was spell 'boobless', 'hello' and 'singapore'.

Rode pillion on my friend's motorbike (rx-z) today. Yeah, it was my first time on a motorbike. And it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, perhaps cause I'm always throwing my bike round corners at high speeds (okay, maybe not that high speeds, I ride a fucking bicycle for God's sakes). I was more worried about unintentionally unbalancing him or something.

Yeah, it was pretty good.

Now I really want a motorbike. Ahhh.... the convenience.

These powerful metal machines always make me h***y.

::Life update

Well, it (refer to the previous post) didn't work. So no reaction worth noting. Dunno if it is a good thing or not.

Am trying to download this thingo right now and it is taking forever.

That's it, I am moving over to the Broadband side.

And the fact that they are giving free iPod shuffle now also helps.

My thumb drive screwed up on Friday after a paltry lifespan of get this: only three weeks, taking most of my schoolwork with it. Went to Sim Lim square to get it replaced, repaired, whatever but they said, after one week we don't replace it, you have to go straight to the company.

Yeah, fine fine. But they only open office hours (which means closed on Sundays, closed after 5)

Very useful for me huh?

Three days without thumb drive!!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!! And who's going to compensate me for the loss of my data? Can't you see I am having an emotional breakdown???!!!

(yes, almost half a year later after leaving st nicks, SATan still has no life)

::What the...??? Part 3

Well, so I sent this sms to her:

"Please stop expecting me to give you answers for your homework. I'm not obliged to do your homework for you. Your homework is meant to be done by yourself. Please stop making use of me and don't push your luck cause I'm really sick of it. Thank you."

Let's hope this works.

Well, it's too late for her to reply today, so I bet I'll get some *ahem* interesting response tomorrow. Anyone want to guess what it'll be?

::What the...??? Part 2

Just bought a Kraftwerk cd (Minimum-maximum). Listening to it right now. It's very nice and MY SISTER ACTUALLY CAN STAND IT!!!
Sometimes, this robot-ish sounding stuff really does a great job of making one feel distanced and alien from the rest of humankind.

But we must also give due credit to my parasitic "friend" from 'What the...??? Part 1'. So what did my wonderful parasitic "friend" do today?

She sent me an email which can be summarized in five words: Help me do my homework. (Or rather, please please please help me do my homework and give the answers to me by Monday, must be by Monday, because I really really don't know how to do it and would rather be sitting around waiting for the answers instead of trying to find out, whine whine whine etc.)

Unfortunately, my email server has already eaten the message, therefore removing the temptation for me to give her a nasty reply and/or regurgitate the message here on my blog, which perhaps is a good thing. Computers are rather kind hearted creaures after all.

Then, as if an email message wasn't enough, she still had the cheek to sms me, asking why I hadn't replied to her email. (something like, Did you check your email? I sent you an email. Reply to my email. I dunno how to do the homework. Give me answers by Monday. Did you have a busy day?)

Like hell you are going to get any damn answers. I don't even do my homework, for God's fucking sakes, let alone other people's. And again, I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING PERSONAL TUTOR. Get off your ass, do some work for once and stop trying to pick people's brains.

And whether I had a busy day (so I couldn't do your precious homework) or not is none of your fucking business. You are not the boss of me. Fuck off.

::What the...???

Congratulations SA, you are...

Finicky Feline of finickyfeline.liquidblade.com

You may seem sweet on the outside but behind you hide a sharpened claw. You have the observation skills of a forensic detective and can see right through people easily. You attract attention, both good and bad, but more bad than good. You've seen more assholes in life than a proctologist. The bad ones tries to screw you over but quickly learnt that its a bad move because you enjoy screwing them back accordingly.

Which Singaporean Blogger Are You?

What the...? Who the hell is she?

Anyway...

"The bad ones tries to screw you over but quickly learnt that its a bad move because you enjoy screwing them back accordingly."

Yo, that's me.
In my shameless search for friends in Poly, I somehow got involved with one of those people that people call losers, the kind that expect you to help them with everything all the fucking time (and get angry if you don't, even for legitimate reasons like you're busy), treat them better than you would even treat your bestest friend even though you just met them for like, a week, think it's their God-given right to call you multiple times every day and bankrupt you with your own phone bills, and try to make you feel guilty if you don't indulge their abovementioned idiotic behaviour. Well, this time, she's picked the wrong person. She doesn't know who she picked this time, man. Guess she figured that I'm not one of those people you'd call 'popular', just like her so I'd be just as desperate for her attention, but what she didn't get is that I'm not popular cause I don't want to be, I don't like people much, and I can survive very happily on my own (but I have other friends btw), thank you . Therefore, I'm the last person that will feel guilty if I don't help her (I just don't get the 'I'm so poor-thing, no one will help me thing), don't answer her calls (cause the last thing I want to do is encourage her to call me everyday, and besides, every time the phone rings, I throw it out the window), and I blow hot and cold and act unreasonable at her all the time cause frankly, I'm starting to think that losing her as a friend would not be that much of a loss to me, who knows, I'd probably gain from it.

If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. But if you want to screw me over, well, two can play at that game together.

I admit, some of the things I do to her are pretty unreasonable and pretty much against my usual practice. But some people just don't want you to be nice to them. Give them an inch, they'll treat you as a fool and expect a mile. Worst thing is, she won't even go away even when I give her obvious hints to back off. She gets the hints all right, she's just so fucking clingy and insecure that she has to cling to some poor unlucky person and make her life hell.

I mean, it's all right if you're insecure and need to have a friend, but please don't expect your friend to be your 24-hour support team. You have your life to lead, but so do other people. They're not obliged to be your personal support group 24/7. If they do help you, they are doing you a favour and you should be fucking thankful, okay?

If being your friend means having to run circles around you and devoting their life and all their time to you, it's no wonder no one wants to be your friend.

I think I'm just unlucky.

So what can you do with this kind of people?

::Someone call a plumber.

Thanks for all your concern about the Prepmaths test. The teacher clarified with us that it wasn't going to be counted in the marks for the module.
Then why did they tell us that it was counted huh?
Cause, according to my teacher, if they didn't tell us that it was counted, nobody would do it.
What kind of rubbish is that huh? We're not in secondary school anymore. It's not like everyone wouldn't do it because it was not counted.
Even though I know some people who wouldn't anyway.

Well, anyway,

I god a code. (Translation: I got a cold.)

My internal channels are all choked up. Somone call a plumber.
Blame it on the air-con.

::Life's not fair.

Well I totally failed (as in got 0) my Prepmaths post test. All because I exceeded the test time by 7 seconds. Blame it on my slow connection. And it was originally a pretty good score too.

Well, what can I say, life's not fair for people with slow connections.

::A case of mistaken identity.

Well, I was in the park, on my bike (duh!) and I saw one of those spandex types on a bike, looked like this friendly cyclist I always meet. Well, I was feeling kinda guilty about accidently 'daoing' (ignoring) him quite a number of times previously, so since I noticed today, I gave him one hell of a big smile.

And guess what? It was a different guy. (I think it's one of that friendly cyclist's friends btw, but I can't be sure.) Anyway, he smiled at me every time we passed him afterwards. Must have thought I was either weird or extremely happy.

Anyway, if you spandex types all decide to wear helmets, shades and cycling clothes, how do you expect me to tell you apart for God's sakes? I shouldn't join one of those cycling groups, I think I'll be wandering mournfully around and going, "'Scuse me, are you my friend ______? You're not? But you're the 20th person I asked already. So sorry."

(I am not face blind by the way. I'm just not observant enough. But it's not my fault if you all decide to look exactly like each other, see?)

Come to think of it, I should have checked his bike for confirmation. But never mind, no harm done.

Other memorable events today included the discovery of a couple fucking in a park pavilion. Okay. I can pretend I went by so fast I didn't see (haha. For the first thing, I can't go that fast, and for the second thing, I really did see). But you must try not to do such things in a park on Sunday in the morning. There are many families and little children around, see?

Anyway, I tried riding on my pegs myself and it didn't give anyone any problems. What's wrong with my pillion rider huh? Is she really that big? Or is it just me? Huh? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she refuses to ride on it any more. Don't understand. It's quite comfortable what.

I haven't done my Prepmaths. Aaaah! Can diie.

::We all fall down.

Sorry! Due to some technical problems, the Post Test is temporarily unavailable. The deadline will be extended until further notice.
-Prepmaths website

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

Well, anyway,
Got the pegs installed on my bike. Found out that it's not possible to carry a pillion rider who's carrying a heavy schoolbag (eh sister, have you suddenly gain weight or what?). Ended up falling down very ridiculously. But without the schoolbag, it's totally fine, if a bit heavy.
Anyway, I realised that my feet on the pedals keep hitting the feet of the person on the pegs. After some thinking, I came to the conclusion that perhaps we (and our feet) are too big. Maybe it's the manufacturer's way of reminding us that old fat women should not be playing this kind of kids' games. But how bout childish, prematurely senile old women? You're not being fair, people.