starstruck; baby, can you blow my heart up? @ 01:26
Damnit, I'm being sucked into the media circle, due to my stereotypical singaporeaness. Read this:
SINGAPORE - The player responsible for leaving an Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) player with a broken tooth and a bloodied nose after the Police Cup final on Monday - at the National Schools B division under-17 rugby championship - will face disciplinary action.
The unnamed student from St Andrew's Secondary School has been suspended from classes and will undergo counselling, the school said last night.
He has been banned from all school rugby activity for six months as well as from further school representation. He has also been disqualified from the School Colours award, given to students with notable sporting achievements each year. The Education Ministry said the National Schools Rugby Convenor will conduct a disciplinary hearing to determine if further action is necessary.
St Andrew's communications liaison officer Sim Joo Jin told MediaCorp the school "will provide support to the boy so that he can learn from the incident". At morning assembly yesterday, the student apologised to the school for his actions and "expressed his willingness to accept any punishment deemed necessary", said Mr Sim.
The school has also asked to work with ACS (I) to help the two players reconcile their differences.
ACS (I) won the Police Cup after a 8-7 win at Old Police Academy. The fracas reportedly began when ACS (I) flanker Leonard David Wee, 15, was punched by a St Andrew's player after the final whistle. Some spectators claimed the latter was provoked.
A former St Andrew's student who was there told MediaCorp that at the final whistle when "St Andrew's players collapsed to the ground, crushed by the loss," an ACS (I) player taunted one of the players. Words were exchanged and punches thrown.
But the ACS (I) player "picked a fight with the wrong guy - the St Andrew's boy is twice his size", said the former student.
In a separate incident, a police report was filed after two ACS (I) students were assaulted by some boys in civilian attire at a nearby bus-stop. Tan Yo-Hinn
Epic goshness. And yours truly is sucked into this too, mainly because I happen to have friends from both sides. St. Andrew's claim that they were provoked after they lost, and that they tackled unfairly. Anglo Chinese claims that the tackle was a 101% legal(yes, it's true that rugby has tackling), and that it was unfair of SASS to attack their player, 3v1.
Well, let me see. If what St. Andrew's is saying is true, then it's ACSI's fault for provoking them to their attack, however, no, they still shouldn't have attacked, no? Provocation is not a reason for violence. And if what ACSI's saying is true, then it makes ACSI pretty innocent, much, and it just shows how sore SASS is.
But i beg to differ, because my SASS friends are nothing like that. What they need is a cure, and I'm here to try to resolve it, even if it's unlikely anyone even reads this LOL. (Alright alright, I know some do, but yeah.) Violence isn't necessary, and that is where SASS goes wrong. Provocation isn't necessary either, and that's where ACSI went wrong. So both sides, just admit your mistakes instead of fighting it all out on facebook. And no, it isn't necessary to create groups to fight either :/. You just spite the other side even more. Check out: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=118945388115848&ref=mf
Darling, these are all absolutely uneccessary. Anyway, on about my life. Quite good now I guess, had lotsa fun yesterday staying back to do the PPT for assembly with Austin and Junyuan. :B. And I won Austin at Viva La Vida!!!!!!! HAHHAHAHAH PWNAGE. Who ask him give chance. (Okay, actually I did) And I epic managed to write a 1.2k worded poem, with the help of the lovely Law May Ning and the suave Leonard Pang. O: And here it is, yes, I'm posting it. So yes, darlings, this blog post will be a long post due to the 1.2k worded poem, mainly.
THE DAY THE COMPUTER STARTED MISBEHAVING.
BY AUDREY SUSAN CHUA.
“Some people dream of success, while otherswake upand work hard at it.”
And me, I can only digress. Taking many a hit, to ensure that it was perfect a fit.
For me, perfection is as perfection does. And nothing less, will I admit.
Therefore many can expect, that my project would; with all due respect, have many good prospects.
And look, we have the internet! Information, information; it sure cuts us some slack. J
Yet we find ourselves, less than hard to do. What is many shelves- of information, when my computer, is running askew?
Why does it seem, that whenever I require the need, for the computer scheme, it’s speed starts to recede?
I don’t believe it; it’s almost as though this was done on purpose. Like a playwright’s script. I guess I’m flipped.
Oh, heaven above. My project is due; with lots of love, thank you (for lagging).
Is it just me, or do you too, find the computer anything but free; when in times of need?
Why does this always happen to me? I didn’t mean to offend - anybody.
Or should I say, anything? After all, my internet’s cache, is very much delayed.
All I ever wanted was to do my project. Now I feel so daunted, I’m lacking the self-respect.
What would Missus say, should I tell her the truth? My plans were delayed; certainly not due to my youth.
For goodness’s sake, why does it have to be so technical? Not to be an ache, but isn’t it so ironical?
It just tends to have a habit, to go absolutely wrong, when in times of need. Now, move along, move along.
Now, I need to finish this thing, and win the prize ring. My head is on the line, with a migraine entwined.
This geography project, is getting out of hand. I feel like a great big reject; Taking not one a stand.
Great, my computer’s finally starting up. I can’t wait. To finally finish this up.
Therefore, I started off with peace of mind. My much hated chore; yet no, I shall be more refined.
Research, research, research. Within an hour, don’t leave me in the lurch. Unfair, is the balance of power.
It’s not within me, to control this computer. All I can do is plea, “please work, my dear computer.”
All was going well, till it hit an all time low. Such fresh hell, how?
Guess what happened? My computer restarted, of its own accord, yes, I was burned.
My papers, my notes! It has all been reduced to vapors. I’m mad as to slit throats.
But here it goes, and here I go again. One last try, Not to mention that I’m filled with disdain.
Switching on the monitor: easier said than done. For I’m not that good an actor, yes darling, I believe I’m outdone.
Trying my best, simply isn’t good enough. I request (for help), this is crudely too tough.
Ahh, finally; I believe it’s time to get cracking. Now I need an ally, my old pal; the encyclopedia.
For it can define my words, literally, figuratively and logogrammatically. Yes, you can call me a nerd, I know these words.
Typing it out, I feel at ease. For there was no doubt, I would most definitely win the cheese.
Hearing the clacking of the keyboard, maybe I could ace this after all. It was then, which I hit a sore chord.
Speak of the devil, to think that it was restored. I feel bedeviled, this stupid computer.
Please, oh please. Of all times, today is just not the day. I’m ill at ease. My edges are frayed.
So you’ll be asking, oh dear me, what just happened? I’m here, masking - all the pain.
The mouse is going crazy, being chased by an imaginary cat. While I gaze at it, real hazy. My heart going splat.
But, that’s not only it; the screen had to start flickering. I quit. My head started bickering.
I’ve been with you for oh-so-long; darling, you should know me better by now. My self-restrain is not that strong.
So please, one last chance? Is it so hard, to accomplish it just once? Darling, I’m scarred.
Oh computer, computer, you broke my heart. You hit it in half, and tore it apart. For if my project is not in by today, in my grave, it will decay.
You may think this is a joke, but if you’re sleeping, you just awoke. My teacher will not let my heart beat again. And you know, you don’t want me to feel that pain.
Now imagine what you would do, if you were ripped apart too. But imagine; you will not have to do. If my mom gets her hands on you.
Without me to protect you, or to even care, she’ll throw you out to whoever knows where! She’ll change it for a nice television, and you my dear, will cease to be.
At this point, I think I cried. And I wanted to dig a hole and hide. One more day, I told myself.
So with a knight’s valor, I persevered once more. Pushing myself on, I was sure it would be done by the crack of dawn.
Oh computer, computer, behave for once. Stop being such a runt. I was confident, right down to my very accent.
My head is exploding, my heart is breaking. The data is still loading. My being is quaking.
Not expecting too much, I did my project at leisure. At the smallest glimmer of hope, I clutched; Before I lose that very treasure.
Never did I expect it, to work out. With a huge amount of earnest, I commit – myself, without a pout.
With no time to lark about, I pushed on without a doubt. Sprouting agriculture and pollution, trying to work out a feasible solution.
Everything was going as planned, yet my computer had the final stand. The mouse started flittering again, causing me much strain.
Anger enveloped my being, I was filled with many disagreeing. Seething, I cried out. Gone were my devout.
Just then, a bright light appeared on the screen, leaving me anxious and keen. Could it really be? I smiled with glee.
The system, was in recovery! The computer loaded my items, and I was happy as I could ever be, it was then, which I was sure the computer winked at me!
And for the last time, I gave it my all. And I’m glad to say the climb, had no fall.
My project was a mess, and now I had a chance to change. In time to come, I made much progress.
After an hour or two, the save button was used. It was then which I knew, I wouldn’t be refused.
“Some people dream of success, while otherswake upand work hard at it.”
Yet some people persevere, onwards and onwards. With not ever, a single jeer.
So the lesson learnt, would be that, what is current, will not always be that!
So ladies, not to mention gentlemen too; never give up hope, for it might one day just come true!
Today is the day which I learnt something new; the day which my computer started raving, and misbehaving.
ratings, please my sweets. Anyway, gonna do presentation for assembly. O: -scared- Prolly getting Dylan to do also, HAHHAHAHAHA. Cuz I provoked him(and who was the one saying that Provocation was utterly unnecessary?). Anyway, ohemgeeeeee. D: I'm so bored. Played games with turtle, turtle threatened me because I didn't want to message Andrew or some crap. I don't understand either, I only know I'm getting cheated, somehow O:. So yes, it sucks. And oh crappy, I didn't even get this week's SRP yet ._. Died.
Why is the world so evil?! T_T
somewhere too far for us to find.
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
starstruck; baby, can you blow my heart up? @ 01:26
Damnit, I'm being sucked into the media circle, due to my stereotypical singaporeaness. Read this:
SINGAPORE - The player responsible for leaving an Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) player with a broken tooth and a bloodied nose after the Police Cup final on Monday - at the National Schools B division under-17 rugby championship - will face disciplinary action.
The unnamed student from St Andrew's Secondary School has been suspended from classes and will undergo counselling, the school said last night.
He has been banned from all school rugby activity for six months as well as from further school representation. He has also been disqualified from the School Colours award, given to students with notable sporting achievements each year. The Education Ministry said the National Schools Rugby Convenor will conduct a disciplinary hearing to determine if further action is necessary.
St Andrew's communications liaison officer Sim Joo Jin told MediaCorp the school "will provide support to the boy so that he can learn from the incident". At morning assembly yesterday, the student apologised to the school for his actions and "expressed his willingness to accept any punishment deemed necessary", said Mr Sim.
The school has also asked to work with ACS (I) to help the two players reconcile their differences.
ACS (I) won the Police Cup after a 8-7 win at Old Police Academy. The fracas reportedly began when ACS (I) flanker Leonard David Wee, 15, was punched by a St Andrew's player after the final whistle. Some spectators claimed the latter was provoked.
A former St Andrew's student who was there told MediaCorp that at the final whistle when "St Andrew's players collapsed to the ground, crushed by the loss," an ACS (I) player taunted one of the players. Words were exchanged and punches thrown.
But the ACS (I) player "picked a fight with the wrong guy - the St Andrew's boy is twice his size", said the former student.
In a separate incident, a police report was filed after two ACS (I) students were assaulted by some boys in civilian attire at a nearby bus-stop. Tan Yo-Hinn
Epic goshness. And yours truly is sucked into this too, mainly because I happen to have friends from both sides. St. Andrew's claim that they were provoked after they lost, and that they tackled unfairly. Anglo Chinese claims that the tackle was a 101% legal(yes, it's true that rugby has tackling), and that it was unfair of SASS to attack their player, 3v1.
Well, let me see. If what St. Andrew's is saying is true, then it's ACSI's fault for provoking them to their attack, however, no, they still shouldn't have attacked, no? Provocation is not a reason for violence. And if what ACSI's saying is true, then it makes ACSI pretty innocent, much, and it just shows how sore SASS is.
But i beg to differ, because my SASS friends are nothing like that. What they need is a cure, and I'm here to try to resolve it, even if it's unlikely anyone even reads this LOL. (Alright alright, I know some do, but yeah.) Violence isn't necessary, and that is where SASS goes wrong. Provocation isn't necessary either, and that's where ACSI went wrong. So both sides, just admit your mistakes instead of fighting it all out on facebook. And no, it isn't necessary to create groups to fight either :/. You just spite the other side even more. Check out: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=118945388115848&ref=mf
Darling, these are all absolutely uneccessary. Anyway, on about my life. Quite good now I guess, had lotsa fun yesterday staying back to do the PPT for assembly with Austin and Junyuan. :B. And I won Austin at Viva La Vida!!!!!!! HAHHAHAHAH PWNAGE. Who ask him give chance. (Okay, actually I did) And I epic managed to write a 1.2k worded poem, with the help of the lovely Law May Ning and the suave Leonard Pang. O: And here it is, yes, I'm posting it. So yes, darlings, this blog post will be a long post due to the 1.2k worded poem, mainly.
THE DAY THE COMPUTER STARTED MISBEHAVING.
BY AUDREY SUSAN CHUA.
“Some people dream of success, while otherswake upand work hard at it.”
And me, I can only digress. Taking many a hit, to ensure that it was perfect a fit.
For me, perfection is as perfection does. And nothing less, will I admit.
Therefore many can expect, that my project would; with all due respect, have many good prospects.
And look, we have the internet! Information, information; it sure cuts us some slack. J
Yet we find ourselves, less than hard to do. What is many shelves- of information, when my computer, is running askew?
Why does it seem, that whenever I require the need, for the computer scheme, it’s speed starts to recede?
I don’t believe it; it’s almost as though this was done on purpose. Like a playwright’s script. I guess I’m flipped.
Oh, heaven above. My project is due; with lots of love, thank you (for lagging).
Is it just me, or do you too, find the computer anything but free; when in times of need?
Why does this always happen to me? I didn’t mean to offend - anybody.
Or should I say, anything? After all, my internet’s cache, is very much delayed.
All I ever wanted was to do my project. Now I feel so daunted, I’m lacking the self-respect.
What would Missus say, should I tell her the truth? My plans were delayed; certainly not due to my youth.
For goodness’s sake, why does it have to be so technical? Not to be an ache, but isn’t it so ironical?
It just tends to have a habit, to go absolutely wrong, when in times of need. Now, move along, move along.
Now, I need to finish this thing, and win the prize ring. My head is on the line, with a migraine entwined.
This geography project, is getting out of hand. I feel like a great big reject; Taking not one a stand.
Great, my computer’s finally starting up. I can’t wait. To finally finish this up.
Therefore, I started off with peace of mind. My much hated chore; yet no, I shall be more refined.
Research, research, research. Within an hour, don’t leave me in the lurch. Unfair, is the balance of power.
It’s not within me, to control this computer. All I can do is plea, “please work, my dear computer.”
All was going well, till it hit an all time low. Such fresh hell, how?
Guess what happened? My computer restarted, of its own accord, yes, I was burned.
My papers, my notes! It has all been reduced to vapors. I’m mad as to slit throats.
But here it goes, and here I go again. One last try, Not to mention that I’m filled with disdain.
Switching on the monitor: easier said than done. For I’m not that good an actor, yes darling, I believe I’m outdone.
Trying my best, simply isn’t good enough. I request (for help), this is crudely too tough.
Ahh, finally; I believe it’s time to get cracking. Now I need an ally, my old pal; the encyclopedia.
For it can define my words, literally, figuratively and logogrammatically. Yes, you can call me a nerd, I know these words.
Typing it out, I feel at ease. For there was no doubt, I would most definitely win the cheese.
Hearing the clacking of the keyboard, maybe I could ace this after all. It was then, which I hit a sore chord.
Speak of the devil, to think that it was restored. I feel bedeviled, this stupid computer.
Please, oh please. Of all times, today is just not the day. I’m ill at ease. My edges are frayed.
So you’ll be asking, oh dear me, what just happened? I’m here, masking - all the pain.
The mouse is going crazy, being chased by an imaginary cat. While I gaze at it, real hazy. My heart going splat.
But, that’s not only it; the screen had to start flickering. I quit. My head started bickering.
I’ve been with you for oh-so-long; darling, you should know me better by now. My self-restrain is not that strong.
So please, one last chance? Is it so hard, to accomplish it just once? Darling, I’m scarred.
Oh computer, computer, you broke my heart. You hit it in half, and tore it apart. For if my project is not in by today, in my grave, it will decay.
You may think this is a joke, but if you’re sleeping, you just awoke. My teacher will not let my heart beat again. And you know, you don’t want me to feel that pain.
Now imagine what you would do, if you were ripped apart too. But imagine; you will not have to do. If my mom gets her hands on you.
Without me to protect you, or to even care, she’ll throw you out to whoever knows where! She’ll change it for a nice television, and you my dear, will cease to be.
At this point, I think I cried. And I wanted to dig a hole and hide. One more day, I told myself.
So with a knight’s valor, I persevered once more. Pushing myself on, I was sure it would be done by the crack of dawn.
Oh computer, computer, behave for once. Stop being such a runt. I was confident, right down to my very accent.
My head is exploding, my heart is breaking. The data is still loading. My being is quaking.
Not expecting too much, I did my project at leisure. At the smallest glimmer of hope, I clutched; Before I lose that very treasure.
Never did I expect it, to work out. With a huge amount of earnest, I commit – myself, without a pout.
With no time to lark about, I pushed on without a doubt. Sprouting agriculture and pollution, trying to work out a feasible solution.
Everything was going as planned, yet my computer had the final stand. The mouse started flittering again, causing me much strain.
Anger enveloped my being, I was filled with many disagreeing. Seething, I cried out. Gone were my devout.
Just then, a bright light appeared on the screen, leaving me anxious and keen. Could it really be? I smiled with glee.
The system, was in recovery! The computer loaded my items, and I was happy as I could ever be, it was then, which I was sure the computer winked at me!
And for the last time, I gave it my all. And I’m glad to say the climb, had no fall.
My project was a mess, and now I had a chance to change. In time to come, I made much progress.
After an hour or two, the save button was used. It was then which I knew, I wouldn’t be refused.
“Some people dream of success, while otherswake upand work hard at it.”
Yet some people persevere, onwards and onwards. With not ever, a single jeer.
So the lesson learnt, would be that, what is current, will not always be that!
So ladies, not to mention gentlemen too; never give up hope, for it might one day just come true!
Today is the day which I learnt something new; the day which my computer started raving, and misbehaving.
ratings, please my sweets. Anyway, gonna do presentation for assembly. O: -scared- Prolly getting Dylan to do also, HAHHAHAHAHA. Cuz I provoked him(and who was the one saying that Provocation was utterly unnecessary?). Anyway, ohemgeeeeee. D: I'm so bored. Played games with turtle, turtle threatened me because I didn't want to message Andrew or some crap. I don't understand either, I only know I'm getting cheated, somehow O:. So yes, it sucks. And oh crappy, I didn't even get this week's SRP yet ._. Died.
I am Audrey. I have a much much longer name but I'll leave it as it is for the sake of internet safety measures. I like to believe that I'm a successful person in life, but that'd be called lying, won't it? But I'm not that bad, honestly. I'm from english drama,
but I debate too. Good lord, its not for the sake of my CCA points, but I really enjoy verbal fights and acting dramatic, no? Oh well, unless you're me, you'd prolly
not understand. My only main purpose in life is to become Mrs Jesse McCartney.
I'd like to believe that I live a purpose-driven life and I very much like the nuggets macdonald's has to offer. Umm, yummy. I find
cam-whoring insanely embarrassing but that hasn't stopped me yet.
That's about it. True, my opinion about cam-whoring isn't much of a clincher but hey, no one actually reads this part.
I am a certified bubble burster to be; emotionally or literally, you choose it.
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