This blog is dedicated to myself, Cambridge Wong. I don't blog here often, and have neglected it for years. Nevertheless, this is the only place I have ever attempted to log my life. So as long as I can remember that I have a blog, and can bother to visit it, I will try to make an update. Thank you
I was thiiiis close to making it a Sanrio layout...I had a couple of cool Cinnamon pics lying around and one really good Badtz Maru one, but decided nah, nothing beats Ding Dong!
Exams today! 4U maths was such a bitch. Lost about 13-18 marks already on questions I didn't do T___T
Physics was such a breeze, ridiculous questions that were designed to trick people...
But the pract was bullshit, absolutely hated it. Can't believe theory is worth just as much as that one pract, and there's another one as well! 10% apiece!
Can't remember my english essays, so going to go all out and hedge that its going to be the radio interview..(plz plz plz...plz be the radio interview...)
~ Ahoy there! Exam's dead ahead!~ / Sunday, April 22, 2007
Exams' starting tomorrow. Let's see how effective these two weeks of holidays/torture of studying have been...
Will be at school tomorrow camping in the study centre. Maybe the study group will be there in force. Time to use that old examination trick.
Cam: "Okay okay. Question for questions. The score is currently 7-4, I lead. Topic: CHEMISTRY!!" Richie/Mattie: "You stooge. Okay, shoot!" Cam: *massive inspirational grunt* HUAWAHHH!! "What's the name of the ester when you add butanoic acid to ethanol! 1 mark!!" Richie/Mattie: "ITS ETHYL-BUTANOATE SIR!" Cam: "WHAT"D YOU SAY!?" Richie/Mattie: "I SAID ITS ETHYL-BUTANOATE!!" Cam: "Correct!" Richie/Mattie: *inspirational grunt* RAWR!![insert noise of pure exihilartion here]"Okay! My turn! What's..."
(If that didn't make sense to you, imagine a scene between Rock Lee and Guy-sensei...its that homosexual)
My current mood: Lol, don't think the gif is complete..but oh well..Love it XD
The only day where I snuck out to have some fun and Green Box and Red Box was closed...WTF? They don't usually close on a Saturday during a school holiday do they?
So us (Grace, Jackson, Tony, Jason, Cissy and co.) buggered off to K Mix and bummed there. Unfortunately, I had teh Du at 3:15 so I stayed till 3. T___T (What a waste of my $10...)
Then I dashed to train station, made it to Du at 3:40, sat there for a time then started playn on phone coz I was so bored...
Turns out it was my USB ports that are fucked. Damnit, I think its not supplying power to the front two USB ports, that's the problem.
Ipod turns out to be fine, only all my songs are on this computer, not the others! noOoo...
Also have been d/ling all of Stephen Chow's movies...omg, they're all so good!!
I was going to write another emo post, but decided against it. I mean, its still the holidays, so I should still be happy, right?
Lol, just realised I lost my exam timetable and fretted over it for the entire today. Then I bitched to Yi about it and she sent me the exam timetable! I was like, "-__- hmm...what school do you go to again?"
I glimpse. I close my eyes... 曾經有一份至真嘅愛情擺喺我面前, ...and drown myself in silence That screamed out at me 但係我冇去珍惜. lashing me with its guilt.
I hate regret. 到冇唨嘅時候先後悔莫及. 塵世間最痛苦莫過於此. 如果個天可以比個機會我返轉頭嘅話, 我會仝個女仔講我愛佢. But why did I let go? 如果係到要喺呢份愛加上一個期限, 我希望係... one happy ending 一萬年 as a wish...
for a better start.
This one moment would decide for my whole life whether fear would rule or I would. I decided. Underneath I knew who I was. I promised myself never to forget.
Even at that age, I knew I had an amazing gift: this power, this belief in myself, to be better than anyone else. If someone was bigger than me, older than me, it didn't matter. And if they were mean, I could make 'em sorry.
This power I had, this belief in myself, I could actually feel it draining away. I could feel myself becoming ordinary. All the secrets I once saw, I couldn't see them anymore. All I could see was, were my mistakes, my weaknesses. The best part of me just disappeared. I hated myself then...
If memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates? If so, I hope they last for centuries.
Forrest Gump: "That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going. When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go... you know... I went."
For some reason, that's one of the most inspirational quotes I have ever heard and whenever I read it, I always manage to work for ages. It makes so much sense and it makes me love Forest Gump that much more. People called him an unlucky guy. But you know what I think? I reckon we're all unlucky and sometimes it hurts so much I want to cry. When I am THAT unlucky, I go jogging. The body loses water when you jog, so you have none left for tears.
~ Assasination via my Ipod ~ / Sunday, April 15, 2007
Why would you ever need to do this? Well, we aren't exactly sure. But there is likely a situation somewhere in the world where a person who only has an Ipod on them and needs to defend themselves against an attacker. Check out all 8 methods after the jump. My personal favorite is poisoning a tea bag using the lithium-ion battery and letting someone drink tea made from it.
1. Break it in half with your hands (very easy to do) and use the glass viewing screen's broken edge as a razorblade to slice the jugular when they are looking the other way.
2. Take off one sock (a dress or tube sock; pantyhose will work in a pinch), place the Ipod in the sock, swing it around as fast as you can (being careful to not hit yourself), and whack the intended target right on the temple.
3. Take the reflective shiny part and catch the sun's ray and shine it in a vehicle driver's eyes, or if you are at a rock concert and the lead singer is prancing around on a center stage that protrudes into the audience like a phallus, you can use the same technique.
4. The cord on the earbud headphones can be used to strangle someone. A knee in the back can give extra leverage.
5. Dig a pit about 5 feet deep, then take about 15 3-foot-long stakes 2 inches in diameter and sharpen one end to a fine point, like a very sharp pencil. Jam the sticks at least a foot into the ground, with the sharp ends pointing up. Cover the hole with pine boughs, grass, and leaves. Treat the Ipod like a slice of cheese pizza in a deep, hot oven and place it gently in the middle.
6. Carefully unstaple a tea bag and pour the contents on a plate. Break into the lithium-ion battery pack and saturate the tea with the battery's poison, then dry the tea in the sun (or with a hair dryer if you are in a hurry). Put tea back in tea bag and bend the staple back to its original position. Put the tea bag back where you got it.
7. Download to the Ipod "We've Only Just Begun" by the Carpenters, or Crazy Axel Frog. Tell someone you will give him or her your Ipod if they listen to that song a hundred times in a row. Take a video when you start seeing them froth at the mouth. Then sell it on Ebay.
8. Hide the Nano in a bowl of lutefisk, then take it to the annual Norsefest Lutefisk Eating Competition in Madison, Minnesota.
(sourced from gizmodo.com) ----
Sidenote: My computer can't read my Ipod... T____T Need to find a way to fix it...otherwise I have to use *gasp* the warranty...*
I guess I should post this. The only event I had so far in these boring holidays was my accomplishment at Medentry on Sat and Sun. The 9am-5pm days were worse than school, especially since UMAT isn't something you can easily prepare yourself for (imagine doing the 4U HSC exam when you're only supposed to be doing standard maths...its that horrible)
Some might say the practice test was like the General Ability test in the Selective school exam, but I say its freeg'n ridiculous. Reminds me of all those 'prepare you for the selective school tests' they had in those centres and you and all the smart kids you knew went to because your parents thought it'd help you type of situations.
And the back pains! Gosh, UTS has bad seats with tables. I mean, they're all right if you're just in there for a lecture, but doing a 3 hour exam in those crummy seat-table-majigs is just pure suicide. Neck cramps to the max! Good thing William was there, he gave me ultimate massage again...mmm...massage so tasteeee....
Met up with alot of friends I havn't seen in yanks and met a couple of new ones too! Met Jackson! The coolest guy from RUSE (yeah, you ag. boys =P you guys got it easy, you don't even need to worried about that 99 UAI bit...that's a friggin given for you fags..) Met Adrian as well! Adrian from Baulko man, he is teh shizz! Even though you're worse at DDR than I am (and that's really saying something..), you were a killer on tekken. Cannot believe you beat 4 different 1st Dan challengers using Lily. You friggin played 26 games using that one dollar!! And I didn't know I actually met him at the Miranda Trade Fair for YA last year! Un-Bee-lee-va-bol!
As for old friends, I FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH AHSAS!! (ASH!!!) Man, after Alim bullied you out of our school, I thought I'd never see you again! Good to see you again mate, and we need to catch up on 5 years worth of talk/spam/gossip/punches/*insert some other womanly activity*. I never really talked to Yisha before Med Entry, but glad I finally did, you just don't know what you miss out on when you don't talk to people for so long. You know that friend you always see at the train station, but she's more of an acquaintance than really a friend...that awkward silence when you're just a couple metres away and you have to pretend you're doing something else and then deliberately taking the next train to avoid her. Maybe not...i'm probably retarded. (SHUT UP MARTINA/ASHLEY!! AT LEAST I"M NOT A GODAMN FOB LIKE YOU TWO ARE!)
Side note: (I had to include this here, suddenly remembered stupidity: Me and my sister were in the garage today belting out the weirdest tunes in the world. The worst thing was, after we finished, we realised that the window was open and the next door neighbors heard every word we sang (and we sang quite alot of profanities as well....oops?)
Anyways, we rounded off the two days pretty eventfully. Everybody was either from Ruse, Grammar, Baulko, Nrth Syd Girls or Syd Boys. Syd Boys included: Nuugi, Xiao, Eric, Amir, William, Richie (who disappeared the 2nd day coz he got drunk the first night at Mickey's place...) and me!
No pix but plenty of good memories!! (I so badly failed that test though...72/110...Cannot believe that that was a good score...)
Quick recap of Duke Of Ed. Camp. Fun. Tiring. Wet. Skank.
I think these words generally summarise my thoughts in what happened in those two days. We started off at Central at 7:50 at Devonshire entrance just to meet up with everyone. Obviously, I had packed the night before in the last few minutes before I slept, and, being the dude that I am, had decided to buy all my food that morning. So I had trained it to Woolies in Town Hall, bought food that lasted me two lunches and a dinner and made it right on time.
Unfortunately, alot of people were late *cough* RICHARD YANG! We trained it to Cronulla , ferried it to the forest and started trekking with a backpack each weighing about 12kg (excluding the tents). Seriously, 4-5 litres of water isn't enough to last yourself. You get drained so easily on a trip like this, and the last thing you want to do is ration your water.
We wanted to have constant breaks, but we all knew we needed to reach our camping spot before sun sets, or else setting up will be such a man-slut.
I felt very silly missing out on photos by not bringing my camera, but I didn't want to break my camera.
We had the weirdest dinner in the world. Good thing i bought my hexi-stove and pots, otherwise we'd have nothing to cook our noodles in. (Lol, everybody bought noodles.) So while the year 11's entertained themselves by bringing glow sticks and learning how to rave all night, the year 12's had fun cooking everyfang on a stove.)
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/because of my high tolerance.
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~ A wave of nostalgia ~ / Monday, April 2, 2007
Gosh...I wish things were like they were 2 years ago...
Man...so long ago. When I was still in Year 10 and with my tutoring group. Lol, the first time I was learning 4U maths....geez, I'm still smiling about it right now. Back then it was awesome, ping pong every break, playing mafia...those were good times.
Even better was the fact that all the girls were all hilarious and really special. The best thing of all was that I was the only guy =D
Clearly, small clips such as this one indicate the sort've fun tutoring brought every sunday morning...
My current group is so boring its depressing... T___T
Duke of Ed. Camp tomorrow...reminds me of my scouting days... should pack now!
