Why have I not been updating my blog you may ask. Why? BECAUSE I NEGLECT MY BLOG! I feel so unmotivated to post krap up. What's more, I HARDLY HAVE TIME TO DO SO WITH THE AMOUNT OF HOMEWORK GIVEN BY THE TEACHERS! Ooh! I got to go! Have a pile of homework to complete!
Warning: The following link is to a picture of something terrifyingly frightening, far worse than Satan himself. Please proceed at your own risk. I do not take responsibility for any mental scarring or for anyone who lost their sanity after viewing the photo. Oh ya, and one more thing, wear a diaper just in case you wet your pants.
THE HORROR!!!
So, being the eve of the Lunar New Year, VS had its celebrations with many interesting acts. We also had the Talent Quest thingie today. All of them sang songs, some were great whilst others were..... you know. There was also a skit put up by the CLDDS. We could hardly hear a thing and it was in Chinese...... so, some parts I could not catch well. Some pupils of VJC also sang some songs (we all dao) and also a dance thing by KC.
After all the celebrations, I went back to Temasek to meet up with Winston. Daniel and Joshua could not make it. But to our horror, the school was not 'open'! So none of us managed to pay our teachers a visit (Robin was there). So, we then decided to part and go home.
An unfruitful day.
So, I had another session of choir today. Went through 'Kometsuki Madara' (sounds like 'commit murder') and 'Salve Regina'. The Sec 1s were also thought 'Ondeh-Ondeh' and I too learnt the new Tenor parts.
Now on to after all the singing was done. Robin asked all the late-comers and all those without files, waterbottles and a pencil/pen to stand for punishment. So, knowing me, I hardly ever bring a waterbottle anywhere. So, I stood up, and got 20 pumping (20 only!). But that was not the shocking part. I somehow found it easier to pump (did it with ease!) and my arms were not even aching. Whats more, I think I'm beginning to enjoy pumping!
So... I'm bored out of my wits... started playing YuGiOh GX Tag-Force for PSP again, for fun. Manage to create a replacement joystick for it (lost my old one in Pattaya) by using the joystick rubber cover (it is supposed to wrap around the joystick) and filling it up with a mixture of super glue and PVA to harden the inside and then used the super strong double-sided tape thingy to secure it to the PSP. Works fine so far. Got to test it out with Star Wars Battlefront II first.
Anyway, in Tag-Force, I already created 7 mean decks (trash Zane!!!) and playing for fun until tournament day in Chapter 1 (yes I'm slow). Trying to make a continuous spell and trap deck to include Uria and Hamon (when I get them).
“Now, when I was your age,” I smiled, hoisting my grandson onto my lap, “we had a planet to call home”. “We had?” my grandson asked, exited about the new piece of news I had just blurted. “Yes, and a wonderful one at that,” I added. “What happened, grandpa?” I paused, my mind wandered on. The vivid memories of past days began to flood before my eyes, every detail crisp.
I was transported back to the events of April 17th 2030, commonly referred to as the day of reckoning, the end of Earth itself. The efforts of environmentalists like Al Gore were all in vain. No one could stop the inevitable. On that fateful day, I woke up to a rattling TV set, the president’s face shone bright. His message rang loud and clear. At that very instant, I jumped out of bed, woke my family up, gathered as much of my precious belongings as I could carry and ran down to my hovercraft. As we jumped in, a huge gorge dug itself beside us, molten lava spewing out. I kicked on the gas and put the peddle to the floor, speeding towards the nearest evacuation centre. My baby was wailing in the back seat of the hovercraft.
A mass of people greeted us. A deafening roar overhead turned our attention towards it. A 100 mega tonne body of metal bursts into the gapping void above. We would soon board one ourselves and take the journey into a new life.
Seated in the belly of the metal behemoth, looking out the window, I saw an army of ants scurrying around down below. When it came time for launch, I clenched onto my wife’s arm as our seats shook violently, as we were hurled up at a booming velocity. I now knew what being cooped up in a sardine tin felt like. As we exited the atmosphere, I looked out once again at the ball of blue mass we once called home. But it wasn’t a blue ball, it was now a flaming red planet shrouded in a thick cloud of grey smoke. An out roar of people crying filled the entire craft as we now headed to our new home, a cluster of space stations laid on the outskirts of the solar system.
I suddenly felt a tucking at my sleeve and was teleported back into reality. My grandson’s face now showed his angry side – he had a short fuse. “What Happened?!” I looked down at him and sighed, “We did”.
