Slacking too much, I guess?

Two weeks ago, on the morning of Tuesday, 13th January 2009, all of us Victorians - from the batch of 2014 to the graduating batch to even the staff - were expecting great news for ourselves. That was because just the previous day nearly the whole of the school cohort (even the ever-so-cool housekeeper Uncle Foo) heard about the great (O-Level result) news. The school attained a Value-Add, again, for a few years consecutively already and so the principal was happy. We were certain, or at least quite convinced, that a happy Mr. Loh would get us a half-day off or maybe even a full-day, depending on the level of happiness.

As the big man stepped onto the platform at the parade square, the school welcomed him with an applaud like never before. He smiled and we all replied with expecting grins on our faces. The seniors are shouting for a half-day and that soon became a chant. "Half Day! Half Day! Half Day!" The atmosphere was phenomenal.
The result of all the chanting was a little bit more than we expected.

The headmaster declared half a day off on Monday. [By that time everyone was screaming like they just saw Britney Spears and Paris Hilton making love on stage]. Two and a half hours meant so much to us at that time, I wasn't sure why myself, but somehow it did. And that was not all in store for us. He declared an additional 1 day off after the Chinese new year break which meant we were going to have 5 straight days off from school. I was elated, and judging by the noise they all made I was sure everyone else was too.

Now, on the 26th of January 2009, I find myself questioning why I am hating this break so much. Hmm, perhaps it's because I find myself staring into space nearly half of my waking hours - an additional 150% more than usual days. So what do I do the rest of the day? Mostly nothing constructive or anything to be proud of. And then, to worsen the already spoiled mood, there is project work - tons of it.

I am imagining my teachers having fun frolicking in the water by the beach while silently laughing at the thought in their evil brain of their students having to complete their never ending list of tasks and assignments. (I shall now officially conclude that all teachers are mean people, or maybe not. There is an exception: my English teacher, Mr Daryl Tan, who only gives us homework for our benefit - not because he wishes to see us dread - and the time spent doing his work is worth not sleeping or even watching television!) Alright, that was a little too much of exaggeration on my side of the story. I still don't understand why we are given so much work to do, even more so on holidays. I don't think I know the true meaning of a holiday anymore.

In the dictionary, it says that Holiday actually means:

1.	a day fixed by law or custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of some event or in honor of some person.

2.	any day of exemption from work (distinguished from WORKING DAY).

3.	a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment, etc.: New businesses may be granted a one-year tax holiday.

In the urbandictionary.com, it says that "Holiday" means:

a) a time of year when you're supposed to sit back and reflect and give thanks and shit like that but actually everyone just gets drunk and eats a lot and spends lots of money because our society advocates wasting insane amounts of dough to "celebrate"

b) a really, really kick-ass song by green day. A dark political "anthem" that truly encompasses America's depressing military situation

Alright, now I am back to writing my story. My brain is tired just thinking of the work I have to do in the coming days and nights: There is tuition homework (which is top priority because tuition is on Wednesday) and then there is Math Project. Right now I am tasked to complete the diagram which involves a lot of precise cutting and pasting which is going to take some time. Following that I need to complete a DnT cum Literature project. On top of that, there is a Geography test to study for. Thank God there is no training.

So now you might ask me: why worry, Hadi, when you have the whole of Wednesday given to you? The reason is, blog readers, on Wednesday, the 29th of January 2009, I not only have tuition like I mentioned, but also a class outing and a senior floorball match to attend! Oh such luck.

How could you be so cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo!

Kanye West

Today after school I skipped training because I had Math Project!
(There's no such thing as getting away with fitness training. I'm going to have to do that before court training tomorrow then. Oh my.)

As usual, I had to wait for Darius Iskandar!

The Ultimate Slacker

Chin Wei came earlier with the measuring tape and group plans but had to leave for C.O. practice for C.N.Y. celebrations. He was so scared to leave us alone to do the measuring because Darius + Hadi = Nothing Done. Hahahahahaha
William couldn't make it because he had to attend to some Chinaaaaaa buddies so it was Darius and I who completed the whole thing.

However, not only did we complete the whole thing, we came out with the most fantastic, superb, innovative and etc. ideas!

The task was to measure the diameter of the school crest.

Plan 1: Darius climbs up like spiderman and takes the necessary measurements
Obviously that crazy idea wasn't going to materialize but the whole idea was kinda cool. Hahaha.

Plan 2: Use what ma'am taught us in class.

But that idea was not going to happen too because both of us forgot half of what ma'am taught us. Double-hahaha

Hadi: Eh, this is what we supposed to do right?
Darius: Hmm, I think so but I don't know what we should do after this.
Hadi: Yeah me too. Check the textbook?
Darius: No need lah. We think of another idea.
Hahahahaha

Plan 3: We resort to the cheating method.
Darius stands under the the crest with a meter rule. I snap a picture and we use Adobe Photostudio to see how many times we can copy and paste Darius on the crest! Wow we are some smart, intelligent people.

Finally we came to my place. Somehow Nabil (a non-member) tagged along but we had fun. Alot of laughing was involved. I came out with another equation, following the previous one, Hadi + Nabil + Darius = Laughing g-ass (get it?)

Anyway, we played with my floorball stick and the ball hit Darius and that caused his nose to bleed for a while. We were so high/crazy we didn't care and neither did Darius. Overall, we spent more time than we should but we finished what we came for. Our final conclusion, after zooming in and double checking: the diameter of the crest is 4.8 metres.

Right now I am doing another discussion, online with Tristen, Dev and the Literature cum DnT gang. I hope I can last the discussion, I'm struggling to open my eyes!

P/s: Currently in the process of singing a cover of Love by Musiq Soulchild.
Will post that soon!

Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness.
Napoleon Hill

He who limps is still walking.

Stanislaw J. Lec

And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face,
But I've come through
The Queens

Walao! Hadi you never come we finally got Draw in div-3 sia!
Amos Law (the dog)

A group of young lads - who have trained their butts off, mind you - with big dreams walk into the world of professional floorball, braving themselves against experienced, big men. The crowd gives their smirk but they still stood tall. Against all odds, the boys matured and became young gentlemen with the spirits of an eaglet ready to spread its wings...

Time -00:00 Mins.

The team warms up together, jogged exactly 2 rounds of the Tampines Sports Hall where in a few minutes time we would face the Phytons. We had a fair share of losses and the only glimpse of hope for a win came from our only draw the previous week. Mr Amir takes out his board. He re-explains the wiping system, our playing strategy, something he has done countless number of times. We brought our 1.5 Litre bottles and towels to the benches. We all prayed we wouldn't screw up, both individually and more so as a team.

Time 01:36 Mins

Call for line-change. Line 2 was to get ready to enter the court. It was now my turn.

Time 01:55 Mins

I received the pass from my fellow defender. Brought it to my favourite left side. The defender gets in position and closes me down. I protect the ball. Haziq is screaming for the pass. The defender plays dirty. I persevere. He was harassing me, I couldn't turn.
I trusted my instincts.
I gave my teammate a back-hand cross.
He was open, We scored.
Line-change.

The play continues. Line 3 concedes a goal.
Somewhere before the referee blows the whistle marking the end of the first sector, our junior D.S.A. player, Hamizan, scores fantastic goal, chopping the ball above the keeper- another goal to give us a slight lead by break-time.

Time 15:06 Mins

My line was forced to come back together as a defense force. The opposition won a free-hit in our half. I was in the top-D/center position ready to launch at the shooter if he receives the ball. I made a fatal mistake: I abandoned my left position, and it was open. Opposition tapped pass the ball and took a direct shot.
We were even - I was down.
Line-change.

Mr Amir gave us a major shelling. I knew it was mainly my fault. I did not apply our main playing strategy. Nevertheless my fellow forwards Aiman and Haziq were supportive. We were keen not to make the same mistake, and we didn't.

The 2nd sector ended shortly after.
In our heads were
"Discipline in shape."
"When defending, left forward stays left, right forward stays right."
"Centers are guiders."

Time 16:56 Mins

The play was fast. The opponents were tired. Halim and Rusell were outstandingly 'chemistrasised' (if there is such a word). They managed to penetrate the defense. Halim scored a goal.
Line-change.

We were leading again. I was determined not to let them down by making a fool of myself on the court. By now the whole team rallied us on. We were in crunch-time and had only a few minutes left to an ending of what seems to be a victory be we knew it also could be a draw or maybe a loss.

Time 19:10 Mins

I received the ball in the center-court from a clearance. I dribbled forward. The keeper was all ready. I see a gap between him and the near-post. I took the shot - the ball was perfect, until it hit the woodwork and flung out of play. I got a chance and i tried my best. I've redeemed myself, I thought.

Time 19:20 Mins

The referee calls for a time-out. Mr Amir calls us in.
40sec left of the game. Hold on - that was all we had to do.

Peeeeeeeeet Peeeeeeeeeet Peeeeeeeet!
First win.

And if you're still not feelin' me



P/s:
Amos, if you're reading this: Perhaps if you don't come we could win again.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
And not to forget my classmates who won the at Singapore Science Buskers Festival,
Congrats you guys.

Alright, here comes Hadi's super long essay entry.
Gaaaaaaah get ready.
I've tried my best not to use any vulgarities.
At least compliment me for my effort. =D
Reminder: Extremely fictional post for schoolwork.

Shout to God.

A Bad, Bad Day.

The angels were in a foul mood today and somehow decided I should pay for it.
Okay, i agree i haven't been a very good boy this year but that did not account for all the crap heaped upon me today.

I was introduced to this day by my 'super awesome' phone that decided to die on me. Not that it mattered a huge deal to me but the alarm function would have really helped a young man trying to get to school on time.

That done, i had to bathe under pouring ice (well, that was not the case but, hell yeah, the water was somehow freezing cold). Being the good boy that I am (=.=) I made my father aware of this situation [that turned out to be the worst idea of the day]. He snapped and screamed at me, - yes, scream like a girl - said i should be appreciative that we have Water in the first place. (At this point, my face was in the WTH mode). Well alright, perhaps I caught him at the wrong time. My luck. I tried getting over the whole sway-ness (slang for bad luck) but that was to be only as far as 20mins before 7am.

Oh man. Oh God. Do you ssmmmellllll what the rock is cookin'?
You do? Yeah you're right. Super-duper-ultra-mega-force (line stolen from Ryzel) bad day.
Let me remind you, dear blog readers, whatever that's written up there happened in the morning at home.
Wait 'till we get to school, people.

Wait, I said get to school?
Doing that was a mind-blowing disaster.

If you're unaware, my dad sends my mum and I to our respective schools on his off-days. I don't take that for granted, i really don't. And to prove that, I make it a point to actually check with him if he were to send me the next morning. I did exactly that - something my dad insisted I did not do. But why does it matter? The reason is, my friends, my father sent the car to the workshop! (Super-pissed face mode now) "Oh, yes i can take the bus, father but it is 6.55am!" Wow, and the same thing as his answer - "you take things for granted". (Come on lady luck, what is up with you today)

Alright, that was that. How pissed of with your own parents can you get? 'Forgive and forget' I told myself. *Such a good boy, such a good boy Hadi is* And so to actually get to school by a reasonable time, I flagged a taxi. [Yes, this schoolboy who doesn't earn a penny flagged a taxi, at peak hour(!), to get to school!] All the way throughout the commute I prepared myself for a (hardcore) shelling from Mr Chia.

The regular 'latecomer protocol' happened and I got past that. The mundane life of a schoolboy replayed. No good news to brighten up the gloomy, gloomy day. The thoughts of strenuous training later on freaked me out.

And Mr Gloomy Day had sex with Ms Pissing-Me-Off Day [they must have] and there you have a F***ed-Up Day

I don't usually hate teachers because i know they are going to be the ones assessing me for examinations, but this (a.k.a. Monster from Hell) Mr Ben Khaw [or however to spell that name, i don't care] is pushing me. He stepped into the class thinking he was some kind of big shot shouting at the most trivial matters like not writing the names of absentees. And not only does he do that, he yelled at me for not knowing who is not is class at that moment. [For goodness sake, sir, I came in later than you] (Oh, be professional) And to add up to the crap count, he said he came in with "High Expectations of such a good class". Oh, Please. Our class is known for our discipline cases.

After school my mind and soul's all extremely exhausted. To top it all - with whipped cream and some MnM - fitness training. Running 7 stories up and 7 stories down 11 times with countless number of push-ups, sit-ups and dorsal raises etc.

Thank you all for such a wonderful day.
The end.

Reminder: Extremely fictional
Kalau perasan tu kau punye pasal ah!

hello wello earthlings!
yes, it is Hadi with a blog.
(omg, I cant believe it too)

My previous quotes:
I don't wanna have a blog cos i think its gay
I don't have time to manage a blog

No, people. I am still straight.
No, people. I am not much free-er now.

The story of the birth of this blog:

Once upon a time in a wonderful place named Victoria School,
My handsome and generous teacher named Mr Daryl Tan said in his usual, uber sexy voice that Blogging would take up 50% of CA1 English marks!
Wow, I was really elated to hear that because it would mean I could spend more time on the computer doing work and less time playing!
(To those who don't know me well enough, imagine this in the most sarcastic tone, ever)

For this assignment, you will be required to create 5 blog entries over ANY FIVE days (from Sat 17 Jan 09 to Thurs 29 Jan 09) of which you will choose one to print out and hand to your teacher fro formal assessment.

Each entry which should be at least 250 words.

The entries should demonstrate the writer’s ability to:
• use language features and structures appropriate to a given audience (their peers)
• entertain and inform effectively.

Such structures and language features of blog creation should:
• include the use of at least one other media effectively combined with the text to elaborate and extend the communication
• be written in the form of personal recount with language features such as personal pronouns, details of events (what, where, when, what and how)
• vivid descriptions, elaboration through cause and effect and personal response and reflection

Your 5 entries could cover the following themes:
• something unusual that happened that day
• a difficulty you faced
• a moment you enjoyed with your family
• something that took place in school
• a moment spent alone doing something you enjoyed


N.B. THIS ASSIGNMENT CONSTITUTES 50% OF CA1 MARKS

Your assignment should be posted on your blog over the week ready to be assessed by your teacher by 8am, Friday 30 Jan 2009

Nenek (a.k.a. Grandmother) came down yesterday,
on the day my sister decided to leave for Indonesia without meeting me first(!),
(which means she, must/will if she is a great sister, get me something)
But is being taken away now by my uncle :O

Ps/ Hadi is on a 2-day M.c., again.