degen day.

let the title say it all. to cap it off, i happened to lose my handphone on a day where i learnt about green bulbs. perhaps this is a sign, but i'm just slightly pissed that i lost it.

never mind the contacts i have to re-populate, at least it shows who are my true friends. it also gets rid of my useless numbers. never mind the little songs i wanted to download as well. i have lots of good music already. never mind the little notes i keep in my hp. i haven't updated them for so long that i can remember them alr anyway.

BUT MY PINBALL SCORE OF 690K? that's just bloody imba!

and so by losing my hp i am losing touch with pinball delight. with all my l33t tilting sk33lz and what with all the coffee breaks and free movie tickets. you'd have to play it to know. i miss my hp alr. and it can't sell for nuts so the fucking thief that took it had better reflect and return it to me. i'll be waiting.

if you don't, you shall fail your A levels BAD. muahahaha!

so that aside. let us go on to my degen day. it seriously got from bad to worse and i present to you firstly my partner in crime MQ. a fellow seal in search of better results from the prelim beatings, we sat down at raffles room 8 after an eventful morning.

the eventful morning basically consisted of me sitting in class. no tearful goodbyes, only a terrible result slip that included h3 mathematics score (that's U!) and getting back all sorts of random shit. the napfa slip confirmed my perfect score. FRICK YEA.

afterwards was farewell assembly. alot of ppl ponned and i was thinking of doing it. but of course being a model student and a prize winner -.-" that wasn't an ideal option. so i borrowed my shoes, stuffed my blazer and eventually managed to reach the hall.. late.

and well i was more affected at the assembly than i thought i would. not much more though. i was just stoning a bit at the front and feeling bored all over. the videos were touching - i think. and the messages from the teachers were nice. i only wished my tutors cared more.

then we had a short council (exco) meeting which was pleasant. then had lunch and we come back to the situation where comrade MQ and i were sitting in raffles room 6, hanging around for the moment of truth.

nick didn't come. so we decided to carry out the terms and conditions of the treaty of RR8.. ..and open our letters from mindef so as to find out where were we posted to, and what time would our army life start.

hell, even though we opened the letters at the same time, our timings could not have been more different! though thankfully for both of us it wasn't a 3 month difference. it was gayness but then my timing was very amusing because i had a few people going as the same time as me.

it felt like deja vu. like i was playing waterpolo at the end of sec 2 - and the class postings came out during that period. hello to two old mates from the class of 4j hahaha. this is going to be really funny. smashing stuff.

nick came back soon and we talked a little about NS. then as he started to do work the comrade decided to take a little walk around the school. that was fine, naturally. so we walked one round around the school.

and then, he decided that he was a little thirsty. fine, i accompanied him to seven eleven but as usual the merchandise on sale were of exorbitant rates, those jian shangs. either that or he couldn't find what he wanted.

"ahh let's go buy bubble tea!" he quipped.

i didn't know if he was serious but i turned on my heel and started to walk out of the gate. PCB is not a group of people who spend time pondering over pros and cons of decisions. we were out of school in a flash. thus began our first step towards degen-ness, if you ignore the fact that staying in a classroom talking crap is degen.

we arrived at the stall. bought our tea. then we walked to S11. mq continued walking straight but i already was making headway to the right ie J8. let us call that mistake number two. he was like "wup j8" and before we knew it we were enjoying air-conditioned comfort. (c'est la vie!)

we saw familiar faces in the form of chew yi liang and yeo kezhong so we went to mess about a bit. talked more about NS and it seems as if we're all just waiting to go in? they didn't take long over their lunch - and soon we were out there in limbo again.

our time spent on J8 level 4 was lame because we tried all sorts of silly things. like trying to walk into the arcade without being noticed because we were both wearing uniforms. the diligent crew was not to be fooled and we gave up that meaningless pursuit.

watching tv (fantastic four) at poh kim didn't seem a viable option, though we were kinda transfixed onto the screen for a total of 53.5 seconds. we should be mugging. then either him or i popped the question - "what are we doing here?"

great question. we headed down to the ground floor and lo and behold it was bloody raining. back into the aircon. and down to the basement. basement means ntuc. in the hour that followed i think mq and i must have scrutinised at least thirty products over five departments. i'd like to call it market analysis.

"OMG THIS SHIT IS DAMN EXPENSIVE"
"yea but it tastes really good"
"wa this chocolate is super addictive"
"eh i bought this before. it's quite nice"
"d0pe", etc. etc.

that was slightly more than an hour. by which time my back was aching and i believe we were both getting tired. as the rain had slowed into a moderate drizzle, we decided to trudge wearily back to school. as nick was slightly concerned that he didn't have many comrades, we decided to find someone for him.

Bad Decision n. going up to the library, mq and i went asking around for enlistment dates and timings. we took time to compile our survey findings and i was trying to fiddle with information overload. saw chrissypuss and we found out good stuff about him. very nice!~

the survey was largely successful so we had good news to bring back to nick. but STANG he had already left the RR6! so it was like blah degen time. then the cawk talking session started all over again. at precisely fifteen to five (time flies), cz popped in.

AND THEN WE REALLY DEGEN ZOMG.

it was terrible, the extravagant way we dealt with the time. paul soon joined us and the four of us were spamming rubbish at each other, with convos largely punctuated with "now that's just MEANNNNN" or "what the fuck" and "SHITTTTTT~".

btw cz have i told you you're DAMN SICK? lol!

paul soon left the room in search for something i didn't quite remember. then mq went to fill up his bottles. and paul called me, for the last time as it transpires, on my hp to inform me that BOTH HIM AND MQ WERE AT THE BBALL COURT.

now tell me, how on earth do you refuse such an offer?

i stalled a little by talking more cawk with cz. which was highly enjoyable, you must understand - as my weary mind would not tolerate any more interactions with the chemistry notes. nor my maths. you get the idea.

before i could say "i'm not playing" i was at the court. apparently on a mission trying to get mq back. but as i felt good hanging around the place and since a few 6M ppl were already having fun and to be frank i was jealous..

..i thought "5 minutes and i'll go back."

YEA RIGHT. i think i didn't really mean that.

throughout the past two hours we were firing questions at each other, largely to the effect of "why aren't we mugging" and "why are we so screwed up". but the fatigue didn't subside despite us asking ourselves such rhetorical and intellectually challenging questions.

so play we did. before we knew it.. the sky grew dark and it was 7 plus. my 5 minutes had turned out to be the time allotted for a chemistry paper 2. BLOODY HELL. but it was a good workout with chrissypuss and his classmates. shit zijian is fricking tall. imba. and gayness PWNT!

went back to raffles room. mq and i got our arses on the wet brown benches outside before we caught colds staying inside the aircon room. then we made resolutions that tomorrow (that's today, shit) will not be the same. oh no we'd be good boys mugging for A levels.

then as we bummed around and waited for our shirts to dry and made silly comments till nine, i realised my hp was missing. wasted more time searching for it, though i kinda knew it was futile. fking sian have to do hell lot now regarding one damn hp.

seriously a green bulb. so maybe i won't bother getting a new one till after that - though i've just learnt that i can just reuse the old number. so i'll be repopulating my contact list over the next few days. drop me a message if you remember. this is seriously a bad bad time.

tomorrow cannot be degen. i mean today. shit its almost one and i'm still here. not a good sign.

before i go off i have another wishlist for the weekend - the first and foremost obviously being france to beating jonny will-kickson and his swashbucklers from england. damn gay keep kicking their way to victory. they should be ashamed of their cheap style.

second is for germany to beat ireland. hope they can steamroll group D.

last is for myself to fucking study hard. so i'm leaving now and remember that in two hours time, we'll be hearing the french national anthem being sung with pride by fifteen powerful men. then when i wake up tomorrow, you'll find that kicker never prospers.

and perhaps, no blogging too.

navy seals ftw!~