yay (=

slick new searchbar.

i'll update my link...sooner or later...

//sometimes a scream is better than a thesis//

attempting to do my poetry anthology which thankfully is not too bad since i already did some but still trying to finish up the last bits of it anyway

9.55 for 5 rounds around the outer lane is pretty good for me i think but i still dont know whats the actual distance we ran and i think that barry's suggestion is kind of off

and for those who dont know yet mr law said he's going to take us this year term 4 for the general science module and he looked so funny today in the video interview i couldnt stop laughing ahahahahaha

//eliminate full stops from your sentences//

i feel kind of sick i think.

as in not well. i hope it isn't because of the chemicals in the lab. things like silver nitrate, suphuric acid...

arrghhh.

//a full stop has a definitive final ring about it.//

i'm wondering whether writing about the raffles trail is such a good idea. i was working on the first part when i suddenly felt kinda bored. it's in my drafts section.

i just had this really cool dream the other night and it was a bit like my previous one...

camera pans to reveal some war-torn city kind of thing. buildings on fire, roads half-destroyed, etc.etc. so there's this nice long stretch of expressway and there's this really sleek yellow (or orange, i can't remember) lamborghini speeding up the road. then it comes across a pile of rubble and grinds to a halt. the door blows off its hinges and some figure steps out. wearing battle armour that looks a bit like MJOLNIR battle armour. i can't remember if it was me. anyway. so this figure happens to be holding a nice big gun. dramatic focus by cameras. then the camera pans and two humvees drive up. there's a gunner i think and he's holding what happens to look like a rocket launcher. he fires. the figure sidesteps and the lamborghini dramatically explodes in a ball of fire and shrapnel. the humvees leap forward. then something like slow motion as the figure jumps over the first humvee, pivots in midair and blasts down with the gun. the humvee gets ripped apart by the (probably) armour-piercing ammuntion. the figure lands and the surviving humvee slides in an attempt to turn 180. the figure raises the gun and fires. the humvee takes a glancing blow and gets sent spinning end over end off the expressway. camera focuses on the figure again. then there's a hovering kind of sound and then there's a helicopter rising vertically upwards behind the figure. the helicopter fires its rockets, the figure does more kind of vague fancy stuff which kind of cumulates in a big fiery explosion. the helicopter, or what's left of it, plummets towards the figure. the cameras have now switched the figure's POV and so the carcass of the helicopter is now filling my vision in a combination of fire and smoke. then fade to black and i wake up.

don't ask me why i have these kind of dreams.

tell more about my previous dreams in another post.

while i'm getting over the trauma the raffles trail recently inflicted, let's talk a bit more about myself.

the first thing that people say when they meet me for the first time (particularly adults):

person: oh, hi! what's your name?
me: uhh, conan.
person: how do you spell that?
me: *oh, dear.* c-o-n-a-n.
person: *face brightens* ohhh! conan as in: conan the barbarian?
me: *winces* yes...

this is usually followed by an uncomfortable silence, which either results in me:
(a) attempting to change the subject, or:
(b) trying to extricate myself from the situation.

neither always works.

and for people who know me, they know me as:
(a) a nerd
(b) an IT noob
(c) a halo pro
(d) a madman

now let's get this right:

actually i'm a nice guy. really.

and i'm normal, whatever anyone thinks. really.

as normal as...well...barry. no. bad example. nevermind.

don't laugh, okay?

one develops an inferiority complex after being subject to such interpretations for too long.

ah well, in spy lingo, ever the unappreciated grey man.

and if you don't understand whatever i've been writing, then it's perfectly normal, because:
(a) sometimes i don't even know what i'm writing. which, i hope, is perfectly normal.
(b) because i can be a very random person when i want to be.
(c) because whatever i've been writing is actually a secret encrypted activation key for an ICBM.

//the impossibility of impossibility//

hey allz

and no, before you ask, we didn't win the ipod video. a pity, but perhaps an inevitable one.

haven't found time to work on more links, what with things like the poem anthology and studying for CCTs, but i'll try and patch those up this friday.

in the meantime, however, here's something ZR found:

"these weapons of mass destrucion cannot be displayed":

http://www.coxar.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/

nothing else really besides that, although for all you haloers, i managed to take down a banshee and 2 hogs with a plasma pistol on slayer. and jumped/sidestepped over at least 4 rockets in the same game. try it sometime.

when i have enough patience/time, i'll post on the exact happenings of raffles trail. as much as i can remember. look out for it.

construction of the site still in progress...

RAFFLES TRAIL TOMORROW

getting all hyped up...

//grilled hamster, medium rare, smothered with melted mozarella, on a bed of danish potatoes and adorned with leafy italian vegetables//

yay (=

6:53 for 4 laps...an improvement.

almost came in third. if not for terence.

should have blitzed earlier. a second behind him. ah well. won't make that mistake again.

hmmm....

today's geog lesson was an interesting experience for us to express our creative talent...by making nice plasticine models of a future singapore. quite fun i must admit, especially when people started bringing out the water.

our group, which happened to comprise of myself, paul, ben lee, wei shen, derwin and shanghai, started off well. relatively. we had a quarrel over what to do, until someone told them to keep quiet otherwise he'd throw plasticine in their faces.

so after that we made a presentation. i happened to be holding up our *masterpiece* and another was doing the talking.

"...here we have the economic sector, and here we have the..."

fine. the class was mildly interested. then:

"...and here we have the nukes..."

background sniggering.

"...and here we have the merlion!"

interested.

"...which is actually made of a HUNK OF C4."

stunned silence. for 3 seconds.

mrs lim: "a what?"
"a...err...highly explosive substance..."
"never mind...continue..."

at this point people had already been laughing madly for the past few seconds, including me. this was NOT prearranged.

the presentation continued.

"and this! (referring to a spire sticking up from somewhere in plasticine bishan) is PM lee's command center!"

outrageous uproar. leonard was doing one of his contagious hysterical laughs. as a matter of fact i very nearly dropped the model had it not been for a titanic effort not to actually think about what had been said...not very successfully.

upon which mrs lim promptly closed the session, the bell conveniently having gone off.

a fantasy writer in the making, indeed.

//strength through unity. unity through faith. faith through nuclear missiles. therefore: strength through nuclear missiles//

counting today there's only 3 MORE DAYS to the raffles trail and a possible IPOD VIDEO !!!!!

argh, got some silver nitrate + copper wire solution thing on my hands. looks kinda black now. seems to be going away though.

btw if anyone is thinking of watching ultraviolet then DON'T bother watching it, because it's a complete ripoff from the matrix. even so the effects aren't even good and they border on outrageous.

save the cash for something more useful.

like the new blog template ? (although it's not all finished yet... tagboard's right at the bottom...)

//energetically drained//

i would like to inform you that as of now,

.

pls be patient (=

"...a revamped and refreshing blog coming your way!"

heh.

who wants an ipod video?

counting down to the raffles trail 7 days left...

i might post more later if i think of something to write...

cheers! (=

we all know that mrs smith has officially banned paul from writing any more fantasy stories.

the final seal of proof was today during RE.

before i start, i would like to say that i have nothing against paul or barry whatsoever. and i must admit, i encouraged him. let's just say, paul has a, eh, prolific and highly creative mind. no sarcasm intended.
whatever. let's begin...

the context:
barry: yay! i'm so happy...(subject) agreeded to be our test subject! yay!...(or something like that)
paul: wow, really? how'd you know (subject)'s email?
barry: cos i'm pro.

...cogs begin turning in paul's mind...
...the story begins...

barry (the prime minister, of course) is sitting in his office in his padded leather chair. he picks up the red telephon. "mr president, i need to borrow the CIA." "yes sir, of course, sir..." the USA president babbles.

soon...

the CIA arrive at barry's office. they set up a complicated mass of computers and electronics.
*clickclickclick* input information...possible subjects scroll across the 72-inch plasma screen and are each eliminated one by one.
barry gets bored.
"get me a martini! shaken, not stirred!"
"get me a Havana!"
"and call in the bootlicker!"

more of this until...

"sir! we've located (subject)'s residence!"
"get me a closer satellite image!"
"sir...if we do that, the satellite may crash!"
"i don't care, just do it!"
...
inside the (subject)'s residence...
*thwack! whack!*
"so many mosquitoes!"
but unknown to the (subject), the mosquitoes are actually made of titanium and carry built-in IR, thermal imaging and X-ray sensors. Underneath each of the wings is, of course, a mini-mini-missile.

meanwhile, barry gets bored.
"get me another martini! and where's my butler? get him to fix me something light, like, belugia caviar, some steak, and some french desserts! and don't forget the after-meal 1992 cognac!"
"send in the SWAT team!"

3 black unmarked vans pull up outside the (subject)'s residence. A helicopter hovers overhead.
"go!go!go!"
men in black body armour charge in...


to be continued...

ha.
haha.

i actually placed the tagboard in the right place. a huge improvement by my standards.

and i'm feeling quite pleased with myself.

well that is until i test runned it and found that BOTH tagboards are the same.

how humiliating.

well anyway...you should have seen JL's/paul's/my mask today.
*snigger*

we intended to make a V mask from V 4 Vendetta.

but then we saw the pic wrongly...and ended up making a HUGE grin across the face.

a very retarded grin.

as paul would say, it looks like "hitler with a mouth alteration gone wrong".

see it for yourself.

ahahahahahahaha.

hi everybody (=

before reading this post, it is imperative that you:



*warning: extreme lameness ahead. read at your own risk*

the following are joint contributions of myself and leonard.

V for Vanadium / T for Teddybear
Darth Teddy: "join me and we will rule Teddyland together!"
Teddy reloaded
Teddy impossible
Teddynator
War of the Teddys
Teddyworld: Evolution
The Lord of the Teddys:
Fellowship of the Teddy
The Two Teddylands
Return of the Teddy

...and here's a contribution by paul.

Star Wars Saga:
Episode I: the phantom menace - boo radley
Episode II: the attack of the crones - aunt alex, mrs merriweather, etc.
Episode III: revenge of the smith
Episode IV: a new shirt - change for PE
Episode V: the umpire strikes out - softball game
Episode VI: return of the library books

i did warn you.

hi all =)

as you can see, this blog is still under construction.

i have, however, made 2 tagboards.

the first is a chatterboard, which is the tagboard (dur).

the second is a spamboard, where anyone can post lots of spam there. no profanities plz, otherwise pretty much anything can be posted there.

baaacckkkk.......

with my 5th blog...
don't expect this to last very long, i'm doing it on the spur of the moment. and if you think this blog will die soon, you're probably right.

what's there to say?
nothing much really.

incidentally, has anyone wondered:
70% of earth's surface is covered with water.
what happens if someone procures some caesium...
as we all know from chem class,
caesium + water = ?

don't think about it.

who wants to make their first million by 25?