Announcement: B.I.G. will now be officially renamed from the not-so-nice Bunch of Incorrigible Gamblers, to the more 顺耳 (nice to hear) Best of the Invincible Gamers. To avoid being thought as a bad clan by other people, the clan decided to rename it.
Note: this is for members of B.I.G. wanly (assuming the whole class), for those who are interested to join, contact us immediately!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
OMG CHINESE O'S!
To all peeps taking chinese O's tmr:
JIA YOU!
JIA YOU!
JIAYOU!JIAYOU!
JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!
JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!
JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!
JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!
JIAYOU!JIAYOU!JIAYOU!
JIAYOU!JIAYOU!
JIAYOU!
=)(=
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Hey guys, get ready for the special, BATSU BIRTHDAY SPECIAL, its mend for damian. Of cos, this time round, to make things more heat up, i will be the one organising the whole thing again. And i have just the funny and sick ideas to make him laugh. Batsu will start once the bell for us to go up start. So, it wont be that long. Of cos, this time round, its birthday special. So other than batsu, there will be something else, specially to make him die, and make him die more, and die die die. Wat do u think, it would be more than just stack, must make him strip, throw cake at him, make him die that day la. kk. Wahahahahaha. I feel so evil, but i like it.
Lets make his the best=worst birthday he will ever have, and lets make him wish he is never born in singapore. And btw, donation tmr, donate generously, cos recently i use up all my money, so no money to donate, the most i can afford, is ranging 2-5, which most probably, 5. Adding damian's 4 dollars, i will be donating 9-10 dollars. Its human life we are talking abt here. So even though we are not china, we are human and part of this world. Do ur part as human, and next time u will get wat u deserve, good things most likely.
Lets make his the best=worst birthday he will ever have, and lets make him wish he is never born in singapore. And btw, donation tmr, donate generously, cos recently i use up all my money, so no money to donate, the most i can afford, is ranging 2-5, which most probably, 5. Adding damian's 4 dollars, i will be donating 9-10 dollars. Its human life we are talking abt here. So even though we are not china, we are human and part of this world. Do ur part as human, and next time u will get wat u deserve, good things most likely.
Monday, May 19, 2008
The night stood still; not a cloud was in sight. The globular moon emanated brightness; although it was not its own, it lingered in the seemingly infinite blackness, basking in its own glory. The glisten of the moon draped across the landscape, bring light to places previously cloaked with darkness. It would seem fair, of course- but to the perpetrator of the light, she would not take fairness into account.
The lone perpetrator stood by the river. The river. Why did it have to be here, of all places? The memories that flowed back, quite resentfully, tore open every crevasse in her mind. She screamed for a good few seconds, tears lunging out in emotions. Oh why… oh why, she moaned. Her hands grasped onto the railings that had failed to protect the first time two years ago from the raging torrents of the river. She stared at the green, rusting railings and immediately withdrew her hand, as if it would transmit a deadly disease to her.
The tears flowed perpetually, as clouds gathered in the sky above; revelation was ahead. The perpetrator composed herself, and somehow she felt calmer, no longer affected by the human emotions that had enslaved her only moments before. They will be gone, all these human associations… gone. She could never fully understand how humans worked, but maybe one day… when her father would explain to her the mechanics of the human mind.
He came. The other person, the only male human she had ever given herself fully to. But he would be gone, like the rest of the other males; that was their fate.
The tall male panted heavily as he stopped short in front of her. His tall, bearing stature undermined his soft, compassionate, and most of all, loving nature. Humans are so contradictory, the perpetrator mused. But this was not the time to do so… it’s time to settle a score, thought the perpetrator, but then… maybe I used it wrongly.
“So… why the sudden arrangement?” the perpetrator shot at the tall male, whose actions immediately ceased at the shallow words cast out. He took a deep, but rather insignificant breath, and started on, what he had already speculated, the last conversation he would have ever with her.
“Today I made a startling discovery… a puzzling arcanum of monstrous proportions… even mere words cannot describe my feelings… until now…”
The perpetrator stared at him in blank disbelief; had he discovered that much? She knew he would find out eventually; but that quickly? She was feeling something; something that gripped her heart, and made her tremble on the spot; was this called fear? Even so, how could she respond? Even grandiloquent and pompous words will not obscure the truth; that being, if he even said it in the first place.
“So? How does it concern me?” retorted the perpetrator. She could feel tears longing to burst out, but she had to hold them in- while she could.
“It does. It all explains the mysterious incidents that happened; when I was dying on the road after the hit-and-run and was suddenly healed of all my afflictions? Or when I accidentally fell from the building and you came to rescue me? You, appearing as an angel, with wings and all?”
The words struck the perpetrator like bullet from a gun; make that a shotgun, she thought, as the last sentence loomed in her mind, mocking her hidden being. The hidden being cried out, “Tell the truth!”, but she could not do so; what would her father say? Her future up there would be gone, for sure.
Trying to gain control of the situation, the perpetrator retorted, “Don’t be so stupid. The doctor already explained that you were hallucinating on both accounts; like I’m am…” But she could not say it; that was the oath that bound her from saying their true form.
The tall male shook his head, as if in disagreement. “What? Can’t say that word? Your true self? All this time, you lied to me... that’s what you are; a LIAR!” He screamed the last word at her, causing the perpetrator to freeze to the cold, apathetic concrete ground. He knew… he knew… she thought, as the held-back tears were released; a plethora of emotions overwhelmed her, causing the perpetrator to sink to the ground. The tall male immediately rushed towards her; he never expected her to break down, even at all; had he misjudged her?
As the tall male bent down to hold her, regretting what he had done, the perpetrator pushed him away with force; her anger was coming to light. She stared at him, her green eyes piercing every corner of his face. “GO AWAY!” she shrieked, losing all consciousness of her surroundings.
“You’ve already found out who I am; what more do you want?” the perpetrator blurted out, in between sobs. The most puzzling part of human emotions, she thought, is which what emotion I am operating upon; is it fear? Agony? Anger? Sadness? Or even perhaps… love?
As the tall male heard those words, a single image protruded out of the thousands of thoughts; it was that of the perpetrator’s beautiful, smiling face. It brought him peace that he had never felt before; and at that moment he knew his response.
The perpetrator, still lightheaded over the sudden surge of emotions, did not see the tall male approach her. But when she did, she expected the worse, flailing her arms across her face. The gentle but strong hands grasped them, as she looked at the eyes she loved with tears in hers; the voice that spoke was unyielding but compassionate.
“That’s because I love you, silly.”
DONE BY DAMIAN. DAMN GOOD
The lone perpetrator stood by the river. The river. Why did it have to be here, of all places? The memories that flowed back, quite resentfully, tore open every crevasse in her mind. She screamed for a good few seconds, tears lunging out in emotions. Oh why… oh why, she moaned. Her hands grasped onto the railings that had failed to protect the first time two years ago from the raging torrents of the river. She stared at the green, rusting railings and immediately withdrew her hand, as if it would transmit a deadly disease to her.
The tears flowed perpetually, as clouds gathered in the sky above; revelation was ahead. The perpetrator composed herself, and somehow she felt calmer, no longer affected by the human emotions that had enslaved her only moments before. They will be gone, all these human associations… gone. She could never fully understand how humans worked, but maybe one day… when her father would explain to her the mechanics of the human mind.
He came. The other person, the only male human she had ever given herself fully to. But he would be gone, like the rest of the other males; that was their fate.
The tall male panted heavily as he stopped short in front of her. His tall, bearing stature undermined his soft, compassionate, and most of all, loving nature. Humans are so contradictory, the perpetrator mused. But this was not the time to do so… it’s time to settle a score, thought the perpetrator, but then… maybe I used it wrongly.
“So… why the sudden arrangement?” the perpetrator shot at the tall male, whose actions immediately ceased at the shallow words cast out. He took a deep, but rather insignificant breath, and started on, what he had already speculated, the last conversation he would have ever with her.
“Today I made a startling discovery… a puzzling arcanum of monstrous proportions… even mere words cannot describe my feelings… until now…”
The perpetrator stared at him in blank disbelief; had he discovered that much? She knew he would find out eventually; but that quickly? She was feeling something; something that gripped her heart, and made her tremble on the spot; was this called fear? Even so, how could she respond? Even grandiloquent and pompous words will not obscure the truth; that being, if he even said it in the first place.
“So? How does it concern me?” retorted the perpetrator. She could feel tears longing to burst out, but she had to hold them in- while she could.
“It does. It all explains the mysterious incidents that happened; when I was dying on the road after the hit-and-run and was suddenly healed of all my afflictions? Or when I accidentally fell from the building and you came to rescue me? You, appearing as an angel, with wings and all?”
The words struck the perpetrator like bullet from a gun; make that a shotgun, she thought, as the last sentence loomed in her mind, mocking her hidden being. The hidden being cried out, “Tell the truth!”, but she could not do so; what would her father say? Her future up there would be gone, for sure.
Trying to gain control of the situation, the perpetrator retorted, “Don’t be so stupid. The doctor already explained that you were hallucinating on both accounts; like I’m am…” But she could not say it; that was the oath that bound her from saying their true form.
The tall male shook his head, as if in disagreement. “What? Can’t say that word? Your true self? All this time, you lied to me... that’s what you are; a LIAR!” He screamed the last word at her, causing the perpetrator to freeze to the cold, apathetic concrete ground. He knew… he knew… she thought, as the held-back tears were released; a plethora of emotions overwhelmed her, causing the perpetrator to sink to the ground. The tall male immediately rushed towards her; he never expected her to break down, even at all; had he misjudged her?
As the tall male bent down to hold her, regretting what he had done, the perpetrator pushed him away with force; her anger was coming to light. She stared at him, her green eyes piercing every corner of his face. “GO AWAY!” she shrieked, losing all consciousness of her surroundings.
“You’ve already found out who I am; what more do you want?” the perpetrator blurted out, in between sobs. The most puzzling part of human emotions, she thought, is which what emotion I am operating upon; is it fear? Agony? Anger? Sadness? Or even perhaps… love?
As the tall male heard those words, a single image protruded out of the thousands of thoughts; it was that of the perpetrator’s beautiful, smiling face. It brought him peace that he had never felt before; and at that moment he knew his response.
The perpetrator, still lightheaded over the sudden surge of emotions, did not see the tall male approach her. But when she did, she expected the worse, flailing her arms across her face. The gentle but strong hands grasped them, as she looked at the eyes she loved with tears in hers; the voice that spoke was unyielding but compassionate.
“That’s because I love you, silly.”
DONE BY DAMIAN. DAMN GOOD
Sunday, May 18, 2008
guys, encouraging blog-compo writing. If u are always emotionally affectly, like me, i admit la, and really wan to express urself, the feeling, the despair. Welcome to the correct place, where from now on, compo will be shown here. And friends can comment and critise abt it, so that everyone can improve it. Starting from today. PS, damian, the compo at ur blog, is damn good. I like it. Really
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Hahaha, exams are seriously over, but no longer, BIG is not coming back. Y leh, no cards in class. Wat a joke. Nvm, holidays are coming near, and i wan to rest, at the same time catch up with everyone. Best of luck everyone, especially mt students take their o level soon. O level, wat a thing.
Physic pls work hard. There is WANLY 3 passes. I believe we can do much better than that. I will work hard for ms sultana MSG of 3 WANLY, but my alone cant do much. Study hard. And show the school wat we are truely made of. Prelim is the second last chance for us to show them, so pls do it. PS, Ms sultana ask us to find out wat is eddy's current. Dun anger her this time. She really made enough effort for us. kk?? =)
Physic pls work hard. There is WANLY 3 passes. I believe we can do much better than that. I will work hard for ms sultana MSG of 3 WANLY, but my alone cant do much. Study hard. And show the school wat we are truely made of. Prelim is the second last chance for us to show them, so pls do it. PS, Ms sultana ask us to find out wat is eddy's current. Dun anger her this time. She really made enough effort for us. kk?? =)
Thursday, May 15, 2008
K, time to spend some good time to post, however, recenrly i really dun have some so called good time. So, now, maybe the words will sound not ok. Sorry for that ok!!!
Well, results are out. Some people are "sick", some are "hopeless". However, nevermind abt this results. As this time, the teachers are just rushing like mad in order to finish all the topics, which appears to really affect revision, concentration, mindset, attitude and stuff.
Here is wat u guys are going to do. Take a piece of paper, draw out the lay out of the tic tac toe. 3x3 colum. And then fill in numbers 1-9, such that all the rows, colums, diagonals all add up to 15. Are u guys up to my challenge? Good luck guys, and ps, its very easy. Just to relax ur mind and gain back the confident u guys always have.
And i really duno wat songs to put on the blog. Just duno which to put. Suggestion pls, and i just get this temporary de, so that u guys dun feel bored of it, even though its never boring for us.
Well, results are out. Some people are "sick", some are "hopeless". However, nevermind abt this results. As this time, the teachers are just rushing like mad in order to finish all the topics, which appears to really affect revision, concentration, mindset, attitude and stuff.
Here is wat u guys are going to do. Take a piece of paper, draw out the lay out of the tic tac toe. 3x3 colum. And then fill in numbers 1-9, such that all the rows, colums, diagonals all add up to 15. Are u guys up to my challenge? Good luck guys, and ps, its very easy. Just to relax ur mind and gain back the confident u guys always have.
And i really duno wat songs to put on the blog. Just duno which to put. Suggestion pls, and i just get this temporary de, so that u guys dun feel bored of it, even though its never boring for us.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Ms wong is coming back next week. She just finish her operation and still in pain cos of the wound. An sms to her wishing her to get well soon ba. She will come back next week. So, good luck, and help her alot by carrying her books and keep quite during lessons when she come back. Thanks.
And btw, treasure ur teachers well too. They really fight their everyday life for us=)
And btw, treasure ur teachers well too. They really fight their everyday life for us=)
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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