Oldest Of Three, Ruler Of The Seven Seas.

I have been incredibly busy. Except for those of you who are living in a cave, or have just gotten out of prison, you might be able to guess that that's because of IU Day(loosely quoted from Glee, but most of you wouldn't have seen that episode yet). But heck, I had such a good time preparing for it. I hope those of you who attended it enjoyed yourselves, too.

Thanks to the sketch people who made it super fun. Jia En, Jen, Dylan, Gareth, Li Yang, Shi Khai, Wee Cherng, Kim, Brenda, Sarah, as well as Xiao Yi and Ivan(too bad you guys didn't get to perform, seriously). Our board members Dhivya and Jon, too.

Kim: Zeus is so gonna win!

Brenda: Please! Look at him!

Sarah: He looks so blur.

Jen: *undignified backside scratching*

Mdm Moses, cutting in: Excuse me! I don't like that at all. Do you really have to scratch your backside?

Jen: Erm. Maybe I'll just scratch my thigh, then.

Mdm Moses: That's alright. Just make sure you don't scratch any further behind that point.

Jen: But not too far in front either, right, madam?

HAHA.

I must say, the event was quite a success. Woot.

To those who went, what did you think of the programme booklets? It sucks that we can't afford coloured versions for everyone, but still. I'm quite proud of them; these booklets are some of my better photoshop works. Here's the real version in colour.


Sorry about the Madness watermark, but I thought it's probably best, to prevent theft and avoid potential nuisances. I meant to put this up earlier to promote IU, but I didn't get around to doing it. It's just the cover, though. No point putting up the whole booklet. Also, look at this!

In spirit of IU Day's Greece Lightning theme, I did a drawing of Hades, one for the ladies, lord of the underworldly. Haha! I actually did this some weeks ago, when I didn't yet know I was gonna be Poseidon, otherwise I'd have done him.

Hmm. Thought: Is it grammatically correct to use the term "I'd've"? As far I know, there isn't really anything wrong with it, and I always say it, but in type, it looks really wrong. And I've never seen anyone else using it, or I'd've started using it a long time ago. See? Really useful.

Anyway, moving on. Concert practice is starting again. Always my favourite time of the year, I hope this year will be no different. But the theme is getting weirder and weirder every year, I swear. What on EARTH is a "Flower Drum Song"?


Originally, I'd auditioned for cast, but the audition didn't really go too well for me(it's a long story which is relatively embarrassing such that I would rather not declare it to the public). It did for Jia En, though. You might have heard: Jia En is Wang Ta, the main character of our concert. How awesome is that!

Scene from the original "Flower Drum Song" musical. Club Chop Suey. How intriguing.

Anyways, maybe it's for the best, because now, I'm in charge of the Lion dance. Which WOULD be pretty cool, if Mr. Balan hadn't kicked out three-quarters of my original troupe. Let's just hope they come back. In the meantime, I'll be out looking for lion heads and bodies.

If any of you guys have any good contacts with a lion dance troupe or Chinese temple which might, please do drop me a note. As you can probably tell, it's important. Thanks.

Jun Shern out.

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Put The Donkey At The Back

I would say something like "Oh, it's been a long time since I've blogged." and whatever not, but seeing as it's ALWAYS a long time before I start a new blog post, I guess it would be really overused if I were to say that every time the situation arised. So, nope. I won't mention about having been gone for a long time. Except that I already have. Okay, nevermind. Let's skip this part, shall we? It's quite a retarded intro. And introes- is that even a word, or should it be intros or intro's? - should be really good, since that's the part where you have to captivate the attention of the readers and such. I guess I'm doing a really bad job of it. ANYWAYS!

The week has been hectic. Yes, it surpasses the hecticism(no, that's not really a word) of even a normal homework-ridden week of school, or even that of the exam week before this.

Let's cut to the chase. Cheese. Let's cut to the cheese. Let's cut a slice of cheese. Let's cut a slice of cheesecake. Let's have a slice of cheesecake. Mmm. Cheese.

Okay, people. Take a moment to indulge in the suffering of this poor man being hit by a slice of cheese.
Oh, shucks. Blogger doesn't do GIF images. I guess you'll have to make do with him smiling cheesily away. Otherwise you'd have to go to the trouble of clicking on this link right here to see it happen. Which you obviously don't want to do, because it's really troublesome and hard to click your mice. I love using reverse psychology.

I mean, why waste your mouse's time clicking on links when it could be doing something awesome like this?


Now, tell me that isn't the most awesome thing you've ever seen. I mean. COME ON! This picture reeks of awesomeness. It's a MOUSE. Pulling off a Mission Impossible that even Ethan Hunt would be proud of.

MOVING ON.
I should really stop getting sidetracked. Oh, by the way, from now on you can have alot more fun, because you get to keep an eye out for invisible texts like these!

The holiday began with. Erm. Nothing. Nothing happened on Friday, I think. Not that I remember, anyway.

So now we go to Saturday. At night, there was Nav's sweet sixteen. Which yes, was pretty awesome, seeing as she got a band and a DJ and the better half of the upper floor of Souled Out for us.

Plus, I had my very first dance battle. The result? Let's just say that it's alot harder to show-up a real breakdancer than to do what I've been doing in all the class parties previously. Haha!

Also, Jia En's Yes Man infatuation that night was really something. All the singing, tabasco sauce sniffing, gay-kissing, and... Did I miss out anything? I think that's it. You can watch him singing My Sacrifice on Facebook, by the way. With Jon Gui on guitar.

That's about it for Saturday.

On Sunday, dance practice began. Two weeks before the exam, Chi Yean asked me if I could get together a crew to perform at her party on the 17th. Naturally, I liked the idea, so I went and collected Jia En, Jia Wen, Bryan and Dylan for my crew. Having found a crew, I spent the better part of the next week and weekend choreographing the dance.

Let's just hope it doesn't affect my exam results too badly. Maybe the overall bad results of everyone will cover up and excuse me from my own exceptionally bad ones.

Of course, practice was scarce. You see, the exams ended on Friday. The party was on Wednesday the week after. Jia Wen was at band camp from Saturday till Monday. Bryan would be on holiday from Monday till Wednesday. And everyone had various events and functions to be attending, so the only thing we could work out in the end was:

Sunday
-Dylan & Bryan come over for practice in the morning, leave at night.

Monday
-Jia En arrives in the morning, leaves in the evening.
-Jia Wen arrives in the evening, sleeps over.

Tuesday
-Jia En, Dylan & I have an Interact meeting starting in the morning to attend, Jia Wen stays my house and practices by himself.
-In the evening, Dylan and I come back to the house to practice with Jia Wen. Dylan leaves at night, Jia Wen stays another night.

Wednesday
-Jia En, Dylan, Jia Wen are all her for practice in the morning.
-Bryan is nowhere to be seen until he returns from his holiday at 3pm.
-The party is scheduled to start at 5pm. We arrive fashionably late.

And there you have it. The first time we'd all practiced together was barely 3 hours before the performance itself. Considering that, I think we did pretty well. Well, you be the judge. If you weren't there, I'm uploading the video on Facebook, so visit my profile. It'll probably be up soon.


And yeah. Today is Thursday, and we'd had another Interact meeting. Tomorrow will be Mariko's party. Saturday and Sunday will probably be taken by band practice.

Where, oh where, will I ever find time to finish my scrapbooks, compos and any amount of other miscellaneous pieces of homework?

By the way, this invisible ink thing applies to all my posts from now on, cos it's really quite a handy way to insert short Author's Notes and excerpts of my thoughts and opinions.

Jun Shern out.

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THE ULTIMATE ELECTRIC GUITA- Wait. He's a violinist!

I have NEVER. In HELL. Seen ANYTHING like it.

I have a new respect for violinists. He plays in the style of some of the best guitarists I've ever and never seen, AND I daresay he harnesses the guitar-based RC-2 Loop Station and ME-50 Multieffects better than I've seen anyone do.

Call me ignorant, but I had no idea that violins were capable of sounding so damn hardcore.

Next item on my wishlist:

Looper Pedal. So I can attempt(and probably fail) to be like him.

Goddamnit, I feel small again. Damn you talented people.

Jun Shern out.

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Wouldn't You Love To Tell Your Friends That You Had The Guts To Do It?

BSC. Bangsar Shopping Centre.

"There's nothing to do there!" my brother had argued, when it was announced we'd be having dinner with our relatives there.

It wasn't exactly the kind of place where anyone would go to for adventures. The most exciting thing about it that we knew then was that Jun Ian's friend's mum had a restaurant there which sold fried mars bars and many other insanely fattening foods. Li Sha's mum's restaurant. It's aptly named Stuff Your Face. It's actually pretty popular. You can Google it, and you'll see many good reviews.

Anyways, I'm sure you all know that, as kids, we don't really have much of a say about where the CNY reunion dinners are usually held. Many of us would rather have a simple dinner at McDonald's, or a good western at Chillies, rather than sit through hours of 8-course meals at some boring old Chinese restaurant.

So, obviously, our places were already booked at the Grand Imperial, or the Garden Imperial, whatever the place is called. We met up with the father's side of the family at the restaurant(I ran into Justin, too, who was going to the same restaurant for his own reunion dinner), and ate our dinner without much incident.

Well, there were several funny incidents during dinner, but that's not what today's story is about. Therefore, we shall pick up the storyline starting from...

After dinner, the kids above 12 years of age decided we'd had had enough of sitting around listening to the kids below 12's many vocally challenged renditions of Bad Romance.

So, me, Jamin, Jun Ian, Jun Kit and Nicole went out to explore the newly(maybe not that new, but we'd never been ever since it was) renovated BSC.

"Hey, isn't there a skating-rink or something here?"

"Oh, yeah, I think it's on the highest floor. Let's go check that out."

We went up the escalators to the highest floor, but we found that the place was relatively dark and secluded, because the whole area was off-duty for CNY.

The area was shaped more or less like a square, and in the center was a large glass-walled box where people could rollerskate. A couple of small cafes and shops surrounded the rink, but all were closed. There was not a soul in sight.

On the far side of the room from the escalators where we'd come up, there was the Jungle Gym. You know, the kind of place like Twinkies, or Kids' Sports, or Battleship Galactica in 1 Utama. It was a marvelous place to have all to ourselves, even in the dark.

"Whoa, the whole place is OURS!"

"Yesss! This is so awesome!"

"I'm surprised that they don't have shutters installed to keep people from coming in, though. Anyone could just come in and steal that."

There was a computer and a set of gadgets sitting on the registration counter of the skating rink.

"Oh well. It's our duty to make full use of this place, then."

"Amen. Let's go over to the Jungle Gym!"

"Wait, guys. I'm not so sure about this. This is exactly how a typical horror movie would begin."

"True, so we should put on a good show for our viewers."

We ran over to the other side of the room, where it was much darker, such that we couldn't see the full course of the Jungle Gym. A fence ran along the side of the Jungle Gym, to prevent people from entering without permission. Stuffed wild animals and fake plants were placed all along the fence, and inside the course.

Just so you know, in the dark, knowing that the animals aren't real isn't good enough. Your heart can pound pretty darn fast if you suddenly notice the glinting eyes of a stuffed lion staring at you through the darkness.

It doesn't help that we were all trying to scare each other, too.

All the while we were exploring the place, we kept up the Scary Movie commentary, visualizing and talking about what would happen if we WERE actually in a horror movie. We never actually dared to climb over the fencing to go in, because, well, in the light of the events, it would be more than a little reckless to try entering a pitch-black adventure course.

I was peering into the course over the wooden fence, when I suddenly saw something which would not be out of place in a horror film.

"Whoa! Look at that hanging boxing bag. It's still swinging from side to side."

"Shitt. About this time in the movie, we'd all be staring at the bag when suddenly something hidden in the shadows runs across the course."

"Yeah. Then we would be scared shitless."

Actually, we were. Perhaps not scared shitless, but there was more than enough excitement going on for us to feel a little more than just nervous.

"We should SO climb over the fence and run the full course."

"It would be an amazing story to tell our friends."

"No way! Don't even think about it. The place is totally dark. Don't. And, there are probably CCTV's that would catch us on video."

"Alright, alright. It looks pretty nasty from here, anyway."

And so, we left the Jungle Gym area, and started examining the rollerskating-rink. Beside it, there was a counter where people could rent roller skates to wear into the rink.

We pushed past the hinged gate and went to the inside of the counter.

"These people should really lock this place up. Look at that beautiful monitor. And CPU."

"Hey, these cupboards aren't even locked! We can just take the rollerskates and go."

"Or, we could simply borrow the skates, and go for a ride inside the skating-rink."

"But the rink is locked, isn't it?"

"Hmm. Is it?"

It wasn't. We lifted the lock on the door, and pushed it open.

"NO. WAY. It's a sign! We HAVE to get in there and skate a little."

"It WOULD be really fun. But."

My sister pointed at the ceiling. Our hearts sank. There, in perfect view of all of us, was a black, hemisphere-shaped CCTV.

"Damn. We'd better go, in case the guards are coming."

"I still find it really weird that nobody bothered to lock up this place."

We turned back, and started to go down the escalator.

"Erm, guys. Look inside that shop."

We peered in through the glass walls of the clothes shop beside the escalator. Seated with their backs facing us and holding hands, there were two people on a bench inside. One was a woman, and the other was a man, dressed in a guard's uniform.

"OH MY GOD! HAHAHHAHAAHAHA!"

"So that's why there's no one guarding the place!"

"Ahahahahha! The guard on duty is busy in there with his date!"

"That really explains things! Haha!"

We were already on our way down the escalator, so we didn't mind that we were making a whole lot of noise. The guard probably wouldn't mind, seeing as he was so busy.

* * *

We walked around downstairs for a bit, but...

"Damn. I wish we'd entered the Jungle Gym."

"And that we'd skated in the skating-rink."

"That would be the kind of thing that epic stories are made of."

"Yeah. Now, what can we tell our friends? 'Oh, it was so cool. The entire place was ours, but we didn't have the guts to try anything.' "

"This sucks. 20 years from now, we'll be looking back at our lives, wishing that we'd had the guts to do this."

We stopped walking, suddenly. Without realizing, we'd walked an entire circle of the mall, and we were back at the escalators leading up to the skating-rink. Then, we knew what we had to do.

We sprinted up the escalators two stairs at a time, determined to make the night as epic as we could. We were so full of confidence, that-

"There's a guard there."

"Whaat?"

And so there was. At the top of the escalators, there was a guard sitting by the information counter. We walked right up to the guard, nodding politely in his direction. However, we didn't stop, and he didn't seem to mind.

We walked right on past the guard, in the direction of the Jungle Gym.

"AARGH. Now what?"

"Damnn. I really wanted to do this thing. I've GOT to be able to tell my grandchildren that I had the guts to do this."

"Erm. Riight."

We stood around for a while,occasionally stealing glances at the guard to make sure he wasn't going to arrest us. We started talking about things like How I Met Your Mother and Neil Patrick Harris, then took our seats by the reception counter of the Jungle Gym. Suddenly,

"Hey. The guard's gone!"

"Are you serious?"

We got up and looked towards the information counter. He was really gone. What luck.

"That's it. No more hesitating."

My brother promptly ran towards the registration counter which guarded the entrance to the Jungle Gym. We watched, as he vaulted over the counter with ease and ran straight into the adventure course.

"Ah, to hell with this."

"Agreed."

Jun Kit ran first. He jumped over the counter and went in after my brother, with me following close behind.

Inside the adventure course-thingy, it was really dark. There was just enough light for us to avoid banging into the walls on the side. We ran on the soft floors of the Jungle Gym, pushing past boxing-bags and climbing up padded platforms and scaffoldings. We ran on pure adrenaline.

We were actually having fun in there. I've always loved climbing around places like these when I was younger, and now, it was the same. However, we eventually reached a part where it was pitch black, and we couldn't see a single thing.

"Shit shit shit."

"Wait."

Jun Kit brought out his handphone, and pressed a few buttons. A small light came on. It wasn't much, but it was just enough for us to keep going.

When we'd run the full course of the Jungle Gym, we made our way back to the entrance. We vaulted over the counter again, and stood there panting, then we all broke out in laughter. Both the girls hadn't gone, but they seemed happy for us. We'd triumphed, and the rush of adrenaline was still pumping in our bodies. The excitement felt really good.

Not done yet, though. We moved out of the Jungle Gym area, and pushed past the hinged gates of the skating-rink registration counter again. Kit pulled out a pair of skates from inside the cupboard.

"Pooh! These stink real bad."

It was true. The skates smelled as if they were drenched in too much of the "class after sports practice" fragrance perfume.

Nonetheless, he pulled them on and pushed open the glass doors to the skating-rink. CLICK. The doors opened, and he whooped in delight as he skated a full circle of the rink.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! This feels good!"

"Yeah! Kit, pass me the skates."

He took them off and handed them to me. I pulled on the rollerblades, and clambered over the bump at the door of the skating-rink. I nearly fell. It has been many, many years, since I'd last rollerskated. I made it around the whole rink without falling, though. Then I passed the skates to my brother.

He quickly put them on and pushed-off into the skating-rink. We all felt so reckless, and happily cheered him on, until

"Erm, Ian? I think you'd better get out quickly."

"What? Why?"

"There's a janitor over there."

Whump. In his haste to turn back, my brother fell and landed hard on his butt.

"Ouch!"

"You know what, Ian? Don't worry about it."

"Why?"

"The janitor turned and went down another passage."

"Great."

He came back after a while, and we all chattered excitedly. We rarely ever felt such a rush of excitement.

"Eww. My hands smell from those skates."

*sniff sniff*

"EACK! Mine too."

"And mine!"

"Let's go wash our hands."

We strutted over to the bathroom, and washed our hands, making a lot of noise about how awesome we felt.
The doors of three cubicles in the bathroom were closed. For some reason, Kit had a strange urge to check under the doors. And so he did.

"Oh crap. Pssst! Come on!"

He quickly beckoned us out of the bathroom.

"What?"

"There's someone inside that cubicle!"

"WHAT!?"

"Go on, check! Look under the door!"

My brother and I went back into the bathroom, and we squatted down to look under the door. Sure enough, there were two shiny black pairs of leather shoes inside, connected to a pair of black formal pants.

"Oh, shit, it's the guard."

We bolted out the door, where Kit and the girls were waiting for us.

"I think we'd better run."

"Good idea."

And so we ran. Down the escalator, around the corner, down the corridor, into the lift. Then of course, we had to get stuck in the lift.

It was one heck of a great night. Seriously.

Jun Shern out.

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Crazy Coconuts, Dangerous Durians, and Vicious Vegetables make up one hell of a Sexy Salad

Maybe, you've been feeling as if the world has no more joy.

Maybe, you think that there's nothing else to live for.

Maybe, you feel so down-in-the-dumps that you can bear listening to no music other than Barry Manilow.

Maybe, you've told your best friends off for asking you why you've been so distant and sad lately.

Or maybe, you've been wondering, "Where has our beloved Jun Shern gone?"

If you have nodded your head in agreement to any of the above suggestions, because, AND ONLY BECAUSE, I have not been updating my blog as frequently as I used to, then you may read on, dear

extraordinarily
handsome/pretty,
smart,
charming,
wonderful,
inexpendable,
"everything good I can think of",
awesome,
indescribable,
marvelous,
honorable,

guest of Madness.

Otherwise, you need to immediately see a psychologist, because you are obviously suffering from the curious case of IMJSDS.

IMJSDS, not Benjamin Button.

Because I know that you DO actually miss me(you're just afraid to admit it).

In case you don't know what IMJSDS means, it's actually an acronym for the "I Miss Jun Shern" Denial Syndrome.

Here's an extract from the famous everything-psychology-encyclopedia.com. I kid you not.

"I Miss Jun Shern" Denial Syndrome(IMJSDS) is a neurobehavioral developmental disorder. IMJSDS is primarily characterized by "the disability to come to terms with oneself that he/she/it is actually missing the esteemed Sir Jun Shern greatly."

While symptoms may appear to be innocent and merely annoying nuisances to observers, "if left untreated, the persistent and pervasive effects of IMJSDS symptoms can insidiously and severely interfere with one's ability to get the most out the esteemed Sir Jun Shern's blog, and he/she/it has a higher chance of failing at life in general."

Article by Lee Jun Liew

There you have it. And yes, I hate myself too. Haha!

I sincerely apologize for that unholy bout of narcissism. I'm just feeling really good, and totally contented, such that I felt like making a point. A very strong point. In other words, me.

ANYWAY.

I've had a really good day. Because I have no homework. I mean, the morning started out pretty fine, with me finally not having to worry about losing in Sports' Day again, because although I promised y'all last year that I would definitely train and win a medal this year, I didn't train. As a result of not training at all since last year, I didn't make the athletics team.

So yeah. I joined March Past today, which is a significantly less worrying event to be involved in.

Then, the day proceeded to be full of fun and laughter. Because I have no homework. Especially when Sarah and I convinced Kai Yuan that Interactors were supposed to have prepared a Interact Pledge for today's meeting. That was just hilarious.

And, I had a marvelous time during English. Because I have no homework. Madam Sheela didn't come, so we collapsed set with Set 2, and I ended up sitting with JPJ, and we spent the whole period laughing about our own sexist remarks.

I guess that requires some clarification.

Yesterday, during lunch, I was walking with JPJ to the canteen. The lower sec students were going back up to their classes, and we suddenly heard a boy exclaim: "Hey, you know, just now Christopher pierced my ass!"

We both laughed, and I shook my head and said: "Sigh, lower secs."

Then, Jon was like: "Hmm. I assume you're talking about girls."

Haha. If you don't find that funny, you're either a girl, or you need to be there to get the humour.

Anyway, the day went on with a whole lotsa laughter and jokes, and Interact meeting was also pretty darn hilarious, but I think I'm not allowed to talk about what we discuss in the meetings, so too bad for y'all.

What's more, the CNY holidays are beginning in two days' time! How awesome. Because I have no homework. Also, Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief is coming out tomorrow!

I first heard about the book on Hao Zhe's blog, where he was saying what a great book it was. Eventually, I heard that a movie was coming out based on the series, so last weekend, I went out and bought the first two books for tasters. And yeah, it's a great series.

Thus, I asked my mum to buy the rest, and yesterday she came back with the third book. And I've just finished that. Because I have no homework. And now I can't wait to get the other two books.

So if you're looking for something to occupy your time during the holidays, don't waste your time on your textbooks. They're the lowest form of books. Instead, go out and get Percy Jackson and The Olympians. There are 5 books in total.

You may notice that I've lost my hyperactive mood. Thus, I think I should stop here.

Jun Shern out.

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Post 170-something

School life is picking up momentum. Slowly, but surely. The lessons are starting, I'm getting used to my class and my teachers, and this week has been a great improvement from the first week.

Also, today I had a... well, interesting time teaching the kids at Pusat Bantuan Sentul(at the request of the Interact Club). It was definitely something new. It was pretty satisfying, actually, teaching and helping these small kids do their homework. They never stop smiling, these kids. Pure innocence.

Plus, all my kids actually remembered my names after the class! I thought that they'd all forgotten it, since they were all calling me Uncle, even though I told them my name at the start of class and told them to address me as so.

I'm glad we(Jia En, Li Yang, Zhi Pei, me) volunteered to take the job, anyway. I'll be glad to go again next week. It's something to look forward to in these early weeks.

Moving on.

I'm gonna pick up rock-climbing, I do believe. It's always quite an awesome experience.

I first went in December 2008 as my birthday celebration, with my best primary school friends. That was just a taster session at Camp 5, and I enjoyed it, but for some reason I never really pursued the sport afterwards.

My second time was in OBS, climbing real rock, but that was just a short wall, about ten metres or less, so that doesn't count as much. So, again, I didn't pursue it.

Then, quite recently, on the Monday of the last week of these past school holidays, my cousin Jun Kit invited me to come with him and his friend Justin. They were both pretty experienced climbers, and they go weekly to Camp 5. Unfortunately, that day I didn't have a guardian with me, so I couldn't go in as there was no one to sign my membership forms.

If you don't already know, Camp 5 is the big rock climbing facility on top of 1U. As the brochure proudly states, it is Asia's largest indoor climbing gym. It looks something like this.



Therefore, when Jeremy(Sze) told me that he was looking for some new activity to pick up, I suggested that we go rock-climbing. And go we did. Just earlier today. We took the beginner's course(it's called the basic wall course), so yeah. We got our rock education, and our certificates, so we're feeling pretty good about going more often. Considering, of course, our schoolwork permits us the time.

We'll see.

Anyhow, guess what's happening on January the 20th(Wednesday, after American Idol)?

I've mentioned it before. Advertised, some might even say. But now that it's happening right here in Malaysia, I would like to remind all of you, WATCH GLEE!

I hope that many of you saw the cover page of Friday's Star Two newspaper. It was Glee. And opening it up, there it is again. A two-page spread of Glee. Right now, I might sound like some geek(or Gleek, as they called it in the article) or TV addict or something undesirable like that, but honestly, Glee isn't just a TV series(and, you should believe that, because I don't usually watch TV).

Why do I say that? Because it isn't. You know what's great about the show? The music. The best part of Glee is the musical numbers that you can download, then listen to again and again after each episode. And in all the 12 episodes I've seen, not a single performance from McKinley High's Glee Club has disappointed me.

It doesn't matter if you're (insert name of your school principal), (insert name of the weirdest kid in your neighborhood), or (insert name of your best friend). Whoever you are, you will enjoy it. If you don't, you don't qualify as a person.

Satisfaction guaranteed, or money back.

*P.S. I hope you all don't mind reading posts without different colours, sizes, and Italics, because nowadays I'm just too lazy to bother.

Jun Shern out.

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From, For, Form, Four.

Fee-fi-fo-fum. A phrase made famous by the great giant in a famous story called Jack and The Beanstalk. You can't not have heard of it. But then again, many people nowadays have not heard of many things.
I have a young cousin about 7 years old who hasn't heard of Little Red Riding Hood, and his little brother doesn't know there used to be a show called "Teletubbies".

So anyways, fee-fi-fo-fum. It's actually part of a poem, which goes:

Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I'll have his bones to grind my bread.

This doesn't really matter, by the way. I just thought that I'd add in some extra-curricular information before I go into all the intra-curricular subjects I'm about to talk about.

Namely, school. Which is completely different this year. As you may recall, school last year ended on a exuberantly high note, so much that last Sunday, I was really looking forward to coming back to school.

Unfortunately, they've shuffled us so thoroughly into new classes, every waking hour in school is spent in boredom. Thus the term "waking hour". I spend most of my free time in school sleeping, seeing as class is so quiet and I've got no one to really talk to.

It's not that the people in class are all bores, actually. They're all pretty nice people, whom I do know, and I did speak to them even last year when we were all in different classes, but I'm not close to them enough to have any conversations not concerning teachers and schoolwork.

And there isn't anyone present to fool around with.

Last year, in W, whenever I was bored(which didn't happen so often, sitting next to Li Yang), I could easily find my way to the back of class where Tzer Chyuan, Jia En, JPJ, and Victor would be guffawing loudly while doing stupid but hilarious things, and I would join them and enjoy being an idiot.

Okay, enough. I don't like to vent in my blog, really. I mean. Nobody likes to read about the life of an emo, self-pitying freak who's always whining about how the grass on the other side is greener. Well, there's no such thing.

The only thing close to the truth with similar meaning is "the glass on the other side is cleaner". It's the lala version of the proverb. With all the r's and l's interchanged. Haha! I mean no offence, by the way. However, this version has exactly the same meaning as the first, so I don't know what I mean when I say that's it's closer to the truth.

I'm just typing, you know. Letting my fingers do the job. Typing freely and without care. Just like a bird. A computer-bird. With no brain. A bird-brain. A computer-bird with a bird-brain. I eat like a bird. I remember something about eating like a bird coming out in our English exam some time ago. At the time, I was confused about whether eating like a bird meant that a person eats very little, or whether it meant that the person is a very picky eater.

Hmm. Even now I don't know the answer. Wait, I'll go find out.

eat like a bird

Fig. to eat only small amounts of food; to peck at one's food. Jane is very slim because she eats like a bird. Bill is trying to lose weight by eating like a bird.

There you go. So yeah. I'll leave you now to enjoy the rest of your day, while I go do my homework. Sigh.

Jun Shern out.

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