Just Jie Yang now.

I just want you all to know that I’ll be going into marketing next time. I got all this brilliant ideas in my head that I want to work on, but I cannot put them down on paper (or on photoshop.)

So yeah, as part of my project for Econs, I’m supposed to design some stuff in preparation for the presentation part, as well as discuss how to make Missy Donut (the brand we’re supposed to promote), a successful one.

So yeah. First one has Homer!
2nd one has a beautiful lady from the 80s.
3rd is in link with us trying to promote donuts in the cinema, to ensure that there is a constant demand for it, like popcorn.

Haha then this is just me using the emoticon o.O for good fun.
Time taken: 1 hour. Clap leh.

Hope my group peeps like them.

Then again, even if they don’t, they just have to stick with it. Too bad, suckas.

I realised the pressure of being part of a team. Joining the main team for drills has turned both tiring and pressurizing, as I can’t handle the techniques that well to start with, and the senior that came today was treating me like a player with 4 years of experience.

I did 210 star jumps because of my inability to continuously serve the ball over the net properly.

Freakish right?

Add that to my 2.4 in the morning. I got 11:30 by the way. An improvement of 1 minute last year. Lovely experience, especially when you’re the second fastest in class. Then again, I should be feeling for the demise of my class.

Smack my thighs. I can’t feel them anyway.

Physics went well today, surprisingly, my favorite tutor went straight into teaching questions in the tutorial, without any life lessons at the start. A stark contrast, if you ask me, though I ain’t complaining one bit. Now the only problem is his voice. It drones on and on and on until you fall asleep…..

Not that I sleep in class though. I haven’t slept in class since, er, ok never mind, I haven’t slept in class before. I think the idea is ridiculous, cos I sleep in anxiety of getting caught by the teacher. And besides, the class is always so rowdy if the teacher is bully-able, so yeah, no point in sleeping.

Tomorrow I might though.

There’s 2.4 time trials for PE, coupled with training after that. Then this is followed by Phy lecture in the afternoon. Nap time, babies, I think I’ll figure Kinematics better when left alone.

I close both locks below the window.
I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

Hi everyone. I’m Jie Yang, sixteen, coming seventeen, I play basketball and volleyball, run once a week at least, does mild designing, and blogs daily. I am 1.86m tall, cookie-brown, and I weigh 63.5kg. I don’t have any particular pasttimes, but I like to chat with friends to see what’s going on in their lives. I like to exercise now too, a very different me from one year ago.

And I just dealt with the first bout of peer pressure I have ever felt in my life.

It may be weird to just mention that I cannot stand up to peer pressure, cos I’ve never, ever felt myself on the receiving end before. But today, just a few hours back, I felt it so obviously, it was like some invisible hand pushing me further and further into this shadowy abyss which I have no knowledge of.

It was simple, my class guys needed someone to play street soccer with them, and I happened to be there. I refused, with the main reason being me having a total lack of ball sense, and soccer being such a distant game from me. I only play height games, see, like bball and vball, and already I don’t play them that well.

Then they called me chou/chao/chow mugger. I call people that, you know, and not the other way round. I don’t mug, but when I actually go on to do my assignments, I do them quick and good. It isn’t like my talent or anything, but apparently, I am now the best in Chem and Math in class, or so they say. It’s either my class is just mentally challenged, or they don’t bother to think. Being in 4A has convinced me that I’ll never be top in class for anything, and suddenly I just thrust into that spot. I dislike it, and I resent this title totally.

So, being the person I am who will not take any stuff lying down, I went to play a bit of soccer, about 20 mins, grudgingly just to show them I ain’t a bloody guy made out for soccer, nor do I return home just to mug.

I think only Reuben and Jingbo were quite encouraging despite all the goals I let in.

Don’t judge me by the way I do things. I love chem over the other subjects because they are predicable, I can manipulate the stuff and think over the questions logically. With Physics it’s a maze, with all the visualizations added in; thus the utter dislike for the subject. With Math, I can do it fastest if no snags are there, but being the erroneous person I am, it is rarely completed quickly. Econs is well, just common sense + memory.

I keep tasks short and sweet.

As such, don’t call me a chou mugger, for god’s sake. It’s frustrating to try to defend yourself. I am not those kind of guys who say they haven’t do the assignment, then when the teacher checks, hey, magically the work is done and I’m safe, so it’s die-die time for the rest of you guys. I am not. Bloody hell, if I did the work, I don’t deny it. It’s kinda dumb. Hide for what. Hide my ability to be efficient? Hide my so-called intellect?

How long can I hide?

Even when it comes to Outstanding Student Award, which only 3 guys in my class got, they think it’s some kind of great prize. Mind you, I only cared that much about All Round Excellence Award for its cash prize of 1000 bucks. Since the DC thought that without 1.00 I ain’t worthy of the Award, then forget it. I don’t really care about the rest too. It ain’t that prestigious, that OSA. All you have to do is get lucky during Pday, go for your CCA, and do some CIP. That’s all.

Yeah.

So gimme the break I deserve. It isn’t hard to juggle a sports CCA, handing work on time, difficult teachers, weird relationships, getting to know people around you better, and meeting your parents’ expectations, and continuously trying to trump your TWO brothers’ records.

Sadly, this blog is turning more and more personal. As much as I read the newspaper and scour for something worth my attention, I doubt something exciting will catch my eyes one of these days. I’ve changed the template colour scheme, and the banner.

I hope you all like it, and will continue to support the Sidelined Student (:

After 2-3 weeks of horrendous efforts at trying to open up to my class, at least trying to get to know them better, or show them that I’m not a dao person, I think I finally made a breakthrough in doing so.

At least, to half of the class. The better half, seemingly.

I mean, I really enjoyed myself yesterday, apart from the winter periods caused by Jingbo with his utterly cold jokes. Too bad there are no photos.

So currently, this are the people in my class and what I correlate them too.

1. Gloria and Xinyue: Gloria = G cube, or Gloria, Goddess of Gossip. Xinyue gets LJA, or Lame Joke Attack. She’ll laugh uncontrollably until a period of silence and calm envelopes the surrounding area, and nothing funny happens for 30 secs straight. The two are known as Care and Share to me, cos they always care and share about stuff around them.
   
2. Mogie: One of the more personal ones. Does random, comical stuff, and has a good impersonation of Xinyue’s voice. Also known as M cube. Mogie, Master of Mofo.
   
3. Kaijun: My most common words to him are “You suck. You just suck leh.”
4. Gabriel: Total freak about dance. Can stand him though, cos he’s quite nice to chat with. Goes into random bouts of cursing that are very voulgar though.
5. Yanling: Cool girl. Quite open-minded to the lameness in class. I would love to hear her curse, since it should be quite a funny scene to behold.
6. Tang Shan and Jingbo: Officially term them the Cold Siblings. They were trying to out-cold one another with their lame and corny jokes yesterday at the end of the CIP.

Yeah. That’s really all to them, in a brief manner.

And I’ve figured out what is A.A., girls. Some girl said Derek is A.A. , back during the orientation. Think it was Hui Juan. This cannot be a good thing.

Some girls in my class are A.A. too, by the way. And A.C.B.C. And A.P.

Today was a very long day, starting off dully and ending off pretty nicely. It ended with a talk about dating; which started off as explaining love. It was humorous. Why? Because they treated us like adults, as in, they knew we were going to date, some of us are advancing so fast that they will most probably start to have sex possibly once out of school.

I remember the first step best. Admit one’s love for another. And to do that, you have to know love, so I shall give a bit of education here.

Erm, know if your love is lust, love, or infatuation. This is from Wikihow.

1. Write down everything that you associate with the person you’re feeling strongly about. Example words on your brainstorm list could include love, butterflies, sex, holding hands, annoying snoring, gorgeous, etc.
2. Circle each attribute with a different color such as red for lust, yellow for infatuation, and green for love.
3. See which of the three feelings dominates the page. If one doesn’t stand out (like if the distribution seems pretty equal), I suggest you hang out a bit more with her first.

Yup. Easy. I have never done it before though, cos I really doubt all my life I have ever met one that I have lusted over, got infatuated over, or possibly like her that much as to describe her that extensively as to form a list.

It’s hard being a guy nowadays. To look for a girl to go out with, you cannot chat too much with her, or you’ll be immediately linked to her, and resulting in an awkward relationship; you cannot buy her too much stuff too, cos it’s just suspicious. People aren’t that nice nowadays. I’m trying to be one though. Trying.; And, and, to find someone with brains, looks and the ability to communicate is like striking lottery.

You can trust me on that. I ain’t a pro at handling girls, but I think I’ve heard enough horror stories to form a theory that telling anyone your feelings nowadays is a very risky action.

So, if you want to admit your love for someone, do it to a pillow.

Yup. And today, my favourite tutor was just dissing everyone off, and converting them into pro Bios, a.k.a. proBiotics. He talks about his life lessons for half an hour, craps about the subject for half an hour, then leave us to rot for another half an hour during practical.

Teacher: How are you going to mark the water level on the cup, Number
10?
Number 10 (Me): Errrr. Use a marker.

Stupid question, stupid answer. I didn’t mean to rebut his question or anything, I just find it totally dumb. I mean, making us use a styrofoam cup to calibrate the weight of a rubber bung is demeaning to my intellect, as well as my classmates. Or even the whole human population’s. I mean, what’s the damn weighing machine for? We’re doing stuff like primitive people, when we have invented tools and instruments to make our bloody wonderful life an easier one.

Stop insulting our intelligence, for God sake.

Education fails where it starts. It calls for progress of the human mind, stretching our wit and challenging us, young minds, but it is unable to cope up with advances that young minds of the past has made possible. If we are to progress, we should attempt more challenging tasks, and not think that only certain levels of technology should be made available to certain groups of people. To enhance our capabilities, you have to give us stuff which are just a bit beyond the reach of our prowess.

So please, challenge my mind. Keep me intellectually occupied, and mentally involved.

Everyone, listen to me loud and clear.

I got a freaking

for Higher Chinese.

Fun Facts you never knew about Higher Chinese and me.

1. I have never gotten A1 in Sec 4 before.
2. I am the first, last and only hope to get A1 in my family.
3. I can’t speak more than 5 cheng yus if you ask me to suddenly.
4. I am now a 1.00-er.

*Clap now.*

Oh. And half of Hwa Chong got As (A1 and A2) in Higher Chinese. The best results in 3 years. And this year’s top scorers got 9A1s and 1A2. So much for top scorers. My second brother got that too.

And thanks to Chiu CC for making Chinese torturous for me, and driving my will to succeed. Kam Sia. Arigato. Xie Xie.

And please, if you get B3 and above for Higher Chinese, don’t emo tomorrow. It’s good results.

Sometimes, we get frustrated with the old man up in the sky who decides our fates.

Today, I got super frustrated.

The following paragraphs have been censored duely.

I have the most boring _ _ _ _ _ _ lecturer in probably the whole Hwa Chong. I prayed like crazy that he wouldn’t teach more than two lectures. And he is not going to, if I’m correct. It’ll be another lecturer, this time, a lecturer that my mortal tells me is a crap lecturer.

And to be extra sure that all interest in Physics is lost, and make me desperate to switch to Biology, he allocated this friggin boring lecturer to be my tutor.

Fecking piece of sh**.

And I think I pissed him off today with my utter display of restlessness the moment I stepped into the class.

I couldn’t help it. I asked if he could stop the “why-do-Physics, what-you-need-to-do-Physics” crap, and just fast forward to go through the tutorial, and he said he would go through after five minutes.

Guess what. He didn’t even start at all. And I popped the question about 50 minutes before the lesson ends. He just droned on and on about parallax error and the uncertainty thingies.

First he asked me what I thought about Physics. Then he asked me about the difference between uncertainty and error.

You want to know what I know about parallax error? I think I’ve been to IBN, watched my mentor measuring stuff more carefully than I carry my godsis, and I think, I am more than qualified to say I know how to prevent parallax error. I may not know what’s the exact definition, but I’ll pwn ass while preventing parallax error.

What else do you want to know about parallex error, sir?

It’s because of these stupid teachers who teach the subject that causes the boy:girl ratio to be screwed up in Bio classes, who cause the engineer field to be thinning, and give the frigging subject a fecking bad name.

So for god’s sake, from this point onwards, any teacher who wants my respect, you have to hold my attention long enough to earn it.

Yeah. And please people, stop asking me “why are you so (bloody) tall?” whenever you see me. I am feeling super irritated cos that’s one big question in my life that I cannot answer properly for.

Warning: Ego-ing maybe hazardous to readers.

Recently, I seem to be doing a lot of good deeds. To start with, I helped an old couple to the restaurant near the bus stop, telling them where to stop when on the bus, then guiding them all the way till the restaurant was in sight. It was 8, and honestly, Jensen was the one who sabo-ed me into a corner until I had no choice but to help them, and they were just a frail old couple.

Yeah. Good deed number one accomplished by a hungry boy eager to rush home to have dinner after training.

Then Good Deed Number 2 was helping Jingyu home today, cos she got the “weak-legs syndrome”, and couldn’t walk home properly. Yeah, so I took the bus a few more stops down the route to her bus stop, then send her to her mum’s shop.

And Good Deed Number 3 also happened today. Was giving directions to a woman who wanted to know where one of the HDB blocks were.

3 leh. Can you find such a nice soul nowadays? Cannot one lah. And to sweeten the deal…

Then I am also treating peeps to chocolates tomorrow! First come first serve, it’s mini toblerones (limited edition: swiss dark choc with honey and almond, I think!), so if you want, hop on down to my class bench at the end of the left wing. 4 are already reserved for the 3 sister class peeps and og mate.)

Yup. That’s all. I just want to tell all you peeps out there: it’s not that hard to be a nice guy/girl.

JUMP BITCH, JUMP!

I can’t take it anymore. After today’s physical training, I got thigh orgasms, which is to say, muscleache at it’s highest. Grr. And I can’t time my jump and spike well.

I’m tired too.

Gimme a break, dear god.