Travel Tips to Exotic Quicks: Part 1

It's kinda random... No, I'm not influenced by Korean Propaganda... it's just something funny I made up... (Maybe, it's at lib)

ALL HAIL NORTH KOREA!!! MANSE!!!!

Nah, just kidding.

But seriously, are you bored of your life in Singapore? Wanna change of pace? Or even mindset? Well, try TRAVELLING TO NORTH KOREA!!!

Clearing misconceptions, North Korea isn't strictly "no one in, no one out" country. Tourists can enter, however, a few conditions:

1) You cannot be a North American (Aww... Better luck next life)
2) You cannot be a South Korea (Sorry, I know your lost twin sister is somewhere in there but... no)
3) You gotta have money, luggage and visa.

Simple enough? Oh, but one more thing, to make things easier, this guide is most suitable for actors. Because acting in North Korea is very important. Not to them, but to you, if you want to save your skin from being shot.

Now, after you got your money, your luggage, and visa (wherever you'll collect it), remember, you will always have a personal North Korean bodyguard. And he/she is not a person to trifle with, no matter how well built or nerd that person may be. Coz they are influenced by Korean Propaganda, and this guide is how to experience it: safely without being influenced.

I don't know whether they call that place "Land of Kim Jong Il" or "Land of the Great General" or something like that, but the leader is sure one heck of a messiah there. Check youtube "Kim Il Sung death" and you'll see that everyone in Korea is a fan of the leader. Perhaps even religious followers.

This is one tour trip that you cannot afford not to listen to your guide. Coz the guide is a North Korean. And North Koreans WANT to spread the word of their leader. At least, those that was appointed as tour guides do. If you're going one man trip it's good luck to you but try saying "Oohs" and "Aahs" along the way if you see something weird. Because 90% of the time you're looking at what they adore. If you got a pretty lady as a guid (for the guys) you can curry her favor by asking about the "prosperity" of the country. (You know what I mean, you tell her "prosperity" without the inverters, but the hidden meaning will be clear to the rest of us)

If you're a book fanatic and you read korean then this is book paradise. Because it's a monopoly of books in your hotel room: All by an author by the name of Kim Il Sung. If you're specifically crazy and want to test the limit of "tourist awe" then you can quote a sentence from one of the chapters and say it during dinner the next day, impressing your guide.

The metro system consists of 2 lines, the north line and the east line. However, basically only two stations operate. The blackouts don't give you more, and it would be too much of a hassle for tourists to go anywhere else.

Always act that you don't know or forget the fat guy you see in the statues. It may be damn funny seeing your guide telling you the same things all and all over again. Then again, if he's pissed then you better stop.

Lastly, before you leave, it may be actually kinda comical if you try mimicking propaganda by saluting the last statue or portrait of the leader. Perhaps recite that sentece you have in memory. You know why?

Coz you'll never see that chio guide again. Never.

Hi... Back... And it's 2009...

HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!! (And gals of course but that's self explanatory.)

Sorry for being on hiatus for SO DAMN LONG. Coz I was kinda slack, wanting to slack out the rest of the school holidays and my recent research on Propaganda and Cults, an extreme version of Perfectionism and Religion. I guess I have the interest at the right time, Sec 3 history has lots of communism in it, and North Korea is my primary interest. I can never imagine 4 million people crying for one dead person. But it was achieved. Go to youtube and search "Kim Il Sung death" and you'll see what I mean.

New year, new start. My new year's resolution is: Do your homework

Snore...

Finally, a post, ain't it? Been slacking for the past few days, watching Avatar: The Last Airbender (IT ROCKS!!!) and sleeping. Guess I am sort of a pig.

But I do have alot of things to handle, e.g.:

1) Pessimism In E.D.S

Not everyone is very cool about Midsummer Night's Dream for SYF.

2) Lack of manpower in A.V.A.

Yep. I mean SERIOUS LACK OF IT!

3) Can't get a gathering for my primary 6 class together.

Sob...

Dammit, hate these sort of things happening. I have like nothing to do yet alot of things to do...

Discontinuation of Chronicles of Viktor

Yea, sorry but work has been bogging me down. I don't have time to work on a story anymore. I have to work on like more important things. Yea, so, sorry.

ZOR GONG'S BACK!!!

Man, I do miss the freedom after exams... AND NOW IT'S FINALLY HERE!!! WHOO!!!

Well, I have to continue Viktor's story right...

Oh yea, YiLiang, too bad I put Jozefo as your grandson. Coz I think you're evil too :D

Yea, and Jun Xiang and Vicky will have lots to do later on in the series. Stay tuned

Oh yea, and being in 2MD sucks

2MD 2008

1MD 2007

Whateva

I'm changing class next year anyway

So who cares?

You do?

Oh...

So, what you planning to do to me huh? Pixelatte my words?

Notes by Yiliang...

Okay, haha, I guess perhaps either
1) My english is not that good OR
2) Some people didn't read carefully enough OR
3) Some peope didn't infer enough

Perhaps, but I'm gonna clarify some questions by Yiliang, starting from his oldest comments

- yiliang: ........crap... i want a part in the story too!!!
ANS: Okay, got it. But remember, Jozefo Michjo Harlemo IS your grandson in this story. Be thankful. Of course, your ghost might appear somewhere... in some really random place.

- yiliang: and since when did u and yuki get together??
ANS: It is a story, bastard.

-yiliang: and wat the hell is it with all the touching part?
ANS: Infer please. 100 years time people COULD have gotten more bold, we dunno.

-yiliang: and who the hell in the future would use video cmera?its ultra ancient!!
ANS: The definition of "video camera" is very wide... I suggest you take that as "Holographic camera"?

-yiliang: at least have some new gadgets!!!
ANS: I'm answering the one from above and below. Well, new gadgets... Hmm... The human brain definitely would have evolved in a century later. That's why a person can survive 30 years without growing old... (Refer to Vicky's case). And Jozefo is a poor bastard. So he can only buy a backward, 40-hand item that is ancient but usable.

-yiliang: my god!!! its a100 year away!!! pls! have human brain stop elvoving???
ANS: Our brain haven't evolved much in the last century, either. It is those who found out theories that enlightened us, which doesn't lead to bigger brains.

Thank you for these queries. Please do tag more if you have any more doubts

The Exams

A short narrative...

The Exams
By Eugene Koh

The chill... Sweat... Fear...

Not a very promising start. Especially if you don't have a dictionary. Added with the fact that everyone else has one.

The chinese words, so familiar yet so alien, rushed through my head. However, none of those words could make any sense. They were purely random words. I glanced at the clock, and glanced towards my comrades.

4 minutes. We have 4 minutes to die or to save our worlds.

My comrades switched well-wishes through the form of mere glances. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, however, it had seemed to go execptionally fast.

It seemed like just yesterday when I cared less about chinese.

And today, I proved Einstein's Theory of General Relativity.

My pen already lay chilled in the chill air. Girls were trying to get more warmth in the nearly sub-zero conditions, while the boys were frantically flipping their pens, hoping for an sudden Archimedes' Inspiration during the exams.

Even if I had the inspiration, it would be on a different place.

1 more minute... Damn the second hand, I thought. If the second hand is fast... the minute hand is fast... the hours... days... months... years... I suddenly went out of topic.

The exam has started.

And ended.

A little poem...

I know, I got carried away, and now I'm emoing again...

"Intergalatic Flight" by Eugene Koh

Sages always say,
Women from Venus,
And Men are from Mars,
But why do they leave out Earth?

Do I have to travel,
Search, and seek,
While guaranteed not an answer,
In an Intergalactic Flight?

Do I have to weep and sigh,
Like countless sages before?
But would my groans be as significant,
Even if I search for the answer?

Do I really have to travel to Venus?
To find out what barrs me?
Do I really have to travel to Mars?
Just to get some emotional advice?

Do I really have to travel,
A million miles for you?
Do I really have to cry,
A ton of tears for you?

I weep, I sigh,
As countless sages before.
I cry, I take flight,
In an Intergalactic Flight.

A BIG update...

Okay, I confess, I broke my promise about blogging after the EOYs. Usually there would be a little update, now, I have to do a BIG update. Well, nevermind about it.



Number 1, I gave up on her. Or so I think. Well, thinking about it, she is going to transfer at the end of this year, I want to see her but she looks like she is trying to avoid me et cetera. But, what can I do? I still like her, I can do nothing about it. But I have to be patient...



Number 2, I signed a treaty with Yiliang. Printed out. About the End-of-Year's. If I win in Mathematics, Yiliang has to help me chase her. If I lose, I have to treat him 3 meals. The opposite for Science. For chinese if I win him (Which is utterly impossible to a China-bastard), he will be under my control of my DRAMATIC SPIRIT. MUAHAHAHAHAH. But if I lose I in History, I have to relinquish any chance of being the chairman of EDS.

Number 3, ARIA BECAME VICE-CHAIRMAN!!! Dammit...

Number 4, my russian is still halted...

Well, not much to say right? Well then, A little poem then...

"3008" by Eugene Koh

The year is twenty-oh-eight,
Do you know that I want you?
The year is twenty-oh-eight,
Do you know that I'm dying for you?

The year is twenty-oh-eight,
Do you love me, want me so?
The year is twenty-oh-eight,
Do you hear my heart crying out now?

I can't wait my love,
I have only eighty more to live.
I could have waited 1 millenium before,
But do you still remember it?

I want you more and more,
Like an addiction growing inside me.
I want you to hold me now,
Or would you remember me,
In thirty-oh-eight?

Time to cool and rest...

Okay, I have done my meditation today. And I'm gonna post all of it here.

1) The best part of love is the loving, not the steading. I swear, when I swoon over the neoprints that I took with her, I just feel very happy. Then I thought: if she accepted, I may not treasure the time with her. That wags only one out of the many reasons why I choose this path.

2) I am going to focus on my studies. 3 weeks and it is going to be game over. This will be my last post. I will do my last turn on CivIV and mod the last leaderhead.

3) I am going to swoon over her pics before I sleep every night.

4) I'll stop russian, for now.

Okay, that's it.

A little poem...

Okay, I know this can get boring sometimes. But the expressionist in me has to do its job.

Here goes.

"Hidden Mermaid"

By Eugene Koh

The Illusion of love, when the clock strikes three,
I stay awake, not knowing why or what happened to me,
On the beach, where I made alone,
Memories of a true form beauty, struck in my head.

How is it, that one can be far,
When one is just as near?
Distance isn't the problem now,
But our hearts tends to be farther.

When I looked into her eyes,
The great sea she reminded me of,
Calm, smooth, gentle,
But yet fraught with the secrets and memories of most.

When I look at her movements,
She reminds me of the swan over the lake,
Calm, smooth, gentle,
But not knowing what true freedom is.

When I look at her expressions,
A true mermaid I see,
Calm, smooth, gentle,
But lies farther away from me.

*The End*

Badminton...

Okay, clear up first: I'm so not a sports person.

I got thrashed by Her today when me, Jun Xiang, Vicky, 3 other friends and her were at the clementi sports hall. Man, Jun Xiang was frickin' good with his smashes, while me, Yiliang and Vicky struggled to at least find a score or two when we played with the others.

Okay, and I gave her something today. A necklace. She said she liked it! Man, I feel so accomplished. But wait, this is only the beginning; I have a long way to go to get her! But well, Yiliang (who wasn't very welcome) came and made me trifle nervous when I gave the present to her.

After all sports, then it was to the arcade for (neoprints, was it?). And me, Yiliang, Vicky and her took photos. I love the ones where we were both quite close.

I decided, after Russian it is Japanese for me. Well, I'll start jap at around sec 4 then. Till then, I'll be working hard on Russkiy Yazyk!

Sleepless not?

Okay, exams (and common tests) are coming yet again, and I am going to do my last minute revisions. A strong cup of tea, music that plays from my blog and I'm ready to tackle:

1) Art Homework (Damn that motherfucking bitch who told me to hand that dastardly thing first thing the next morning)

2) English Assignment Corrections (I hate this one too, but with not so much passion)

3) Charisma Assignment (I have to really do this... say 3 a.m.?)

4) Maths Revision (Which includes Pythagoras' Theorem, Graphs, Mensurations and Statistics)

5) History Revision (All the boring elections)

Okay, good luck to me. And I'll update at 3 a.m. later.

Da sivindanya

Table Tennis?

With all due respect to our national players Li JiaWei, Feng TianWei and (Who was that again?), I have come to the conclusion that table tennis is fucking tough.

I'm serious.

The ball went like "shoom... shoom... shoom... PAK!!! (When I was playing with Jx's smacks)" and off went the ball going out of the table and rocketing to infinity and beyond.

For Henry, the ball went "tak, tak, tak, tak.... pak- tak, tak, tak, tak...(The ball will bounce on the table before someone hit it)"

For yiliang, it went better "pak, tak, pak, tak, pak... OH MISS!!! ARGHH!!! I LOST THE BRONZE-PLAYOFF!!! (My dramatic actions after missing yet again)

Don't need to say about xin ying. She owned everybody.

Jealousy fills my heart...

Well, let's not get into the jealousy part first... Let's talk about what I am VERY proud of myself today.

1) I finally got to talk to HER for a few minutes or so. I feel really accomplished at that.

2) I got 75% AND ABOVE FOR MY MATHS TEST!!!

3) I finished Midsummer Night's Dream. Considered an accomplishment, I'm gonna read it again. (It is damn nice)

Now, about the green shade in my eyes...

... WHY DIDN'T I GET A CHAIRMAN POSITION!!! It is like Aria got a Vice-Chair position and I'm still stuck as a level representative and that all official documents can go straight to her instead of me! GRRR...

Ah, gee. I'm sure gonna hit AVA chairman anyway... console myself... console myself...

A little poem...

Now... Being the love-stricken bastard I am now, it is certainly common to see me writing poems all the time.

"Princess and the Pauper"

By Eugene Koh

Princess, oh princess,
Sweet is your face!
Glowing brightly in the night,
Shining gloriously in the day!

My heart was lonely before you came,
And set upon my dramatic name;
It was the time when you came,
When my ideas sprang again!

But alas, as I of know,
You are one who is rich, that is so.
But my pocket is empty, what can I do,
When I search for a gift that could prove true to you!

My pocket, with a dozen cents or so,
How could I buy that earing so?
I frown upon myself for loving you so,
But how, oh how could temptation lead me, oh!

I pray, one midsummer's day,
That I would take you away.
Into the woods notes turn to leaves,
And all we have is the summer's green.

The End

That must be my greatest poem of all time!

No sleep...

Okay, it is 3.39 am in the morning and I haven't finish my maths workbook yet. Man, chapter 4 is always tough. Well, at least now I know a few things which I didn't during MYE. And it is all thanks to two cups of tea. I'm still feeling great.

Oh boy, today is the day I'm gonna confess. Dunno why, I just feel that after this it is either I let go or I hop on. It is up to her for me to decide; she agrees, I will take care and protect her with all my life. If she rejects, well, too bad. But I am nervous... She wouldn't really accept me anyway, would she?

Man, and out of randomness I tried to divinate my birthdate and name. My birthdate is 1/3/94, 1394... 1394... 一三九四sounds alot like 一生就死. Hopefully this ain't gonna be my way... hopefully.

And this is what I found for my name:

-Although the name Eugene creates idealism and the urge to help others, we emphasize that it frustrates you through a scattered and emotional nature.

-This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the nervous system, liver, and bloodstream.

-Your name of Eugene gives you a very happy-go-lucky, spontaneous nature.

-You see the humorous side of many situations and can laugh at yourself as well as at others.

-This name gives you a musical, artistic nature and you would do well in any occupation in the entertainment field.

-You have many friends because of your generous, happy nature, but if crossed you have a quick temper, although your annoyance does not last too long.

-You do enjoy an argument and will at times say things just to get others going and then you sit back and enjoy the debate.

-You lack system and order and find it very difficult to budget and save money.

Man... okay... that's all. I'm gonna nap for 30 minutes before going to school

The Story of Lysander and Hermia

This was inspiration after going to a MidSummer Night's Dream workshop.

"Our Story Ends Here"

By Eugene Koh

Oh Hermia, lady of Athens,
Daughter of Egeus, betrothed to Demetrius,
I cannot stand to be with you, a second more,
For a second each is an eyesore.

My judgement was blind, as of whence I swore,
I see no reason why I did swore, true!
Now my heart hath followed my true,
Helena, angel of angels, divine is she!

I knew not whence I had seen her looks;
But her eyes just lured me like a hook.
Her hair, long, slender, just like a nymph,
The little thing, romantic, in the wind.

Demetrius, that old bastard, I must say,
He is lucky for today,
He is better off with you;
And I judge myself as more just than not.

But alas, he, that old crook he is!
Going for one when he has you,
Great folly! It is told, Great folly of his!
For he cannot step down the betrothed wish!

So, go, Hermia, forget about me,
Your fate and destiny lies in him,
I will take Helena as my love,
But pardon her, it was her fault.

A little poem...

Well, I guess I am really emo nowadays...

I dedicate this to the person that I fallen devastatingly in love with, the one that I fell devastatingly in love with and to those who are heartbroken or the heartbreakers.

La Senorita

The girl looks at the full bright moon,
Under the many stars.
The boy looks at the great bright sun,
Under the glorious rays.

Seemingly, we aren't the same,
You from Venus,
Yet I'm from Mars,
How can things be the same?

I have heard of sucess love stories,
It was the dream of many,
Now a far-away tale to all.
How can I reach to you heart?

Senorita, La senorita,
Look into my eyes once again,
Let me feel the emotions pouring out of us,
And be in harmony yet again.

Senorita, La senorita,
Why do you cry?
Why does my heart hurt,
When you neither speak nor hide?

Why, senorita, art you the one I seek?
I could have made a better choice with the one I'm supposed to seek,
Why, of all, smitten by your eyes,
But ashamed of my love?

Senorita, La senorita,
You seem so far,
I long to hold you,
But your eyes just wander afar.

Senorita, La senorita,
I lost countless nights for you,
Why not even a smile,
When I walk past your house?

Senorita, La senorita,
Please forgive me.
I cannot be the moon,
But I can be the sun that reflects the light of thee.

Sigh...

Okay, I don't mean to complain, but I just don't like the way people look at me like I'm "weird". It isn't fair, with all those who look down on me saying I'm an "outcast", "and infamously famous", "bastard" etc. I look myself in the mirror, and I always ask myself: "The law, identity or fame today?" And everytime, the answer would be, "Fame through identity, and identity through law." It comes alright, but I can't stand that I am still not at least looked as as an normal individual.

I am not referring to only one person, but to those around me, as a whole. When I learn russian, people mock me. When I go on stage, people laugh. I try to be different, my only source of identity. But am I going the right way?

Drama...

Oh boy, tommorow is Drama! I can't wait. I just love that room, that freedom of expression when you step into it and of course, her. We are doing midsummers night dream abridged yet in original script. Crazy, yes. But what is fame without risks?

My russian is definitely improving day by day. With the help of a newly bought phrasebook. Next in line would be a dictionary and and grammar textbook. I can imagine it now: speaking in a language that most people in singapore can't even spell. By then, everything here will be in russian. Oh, perhaps with french and spanish. My friends will need them ;D

Cross Country...

A little update on how things are going so far.

1) I seriously have no time to blog, because now I see the error of my past mistakes and I'm gonna shun the blog for quite some time.

2) The person I like, is shunning me more than I shun my computer. (BIG SIGH...)

3) That my Russian is certainly improving day by day (As well the economy of Russia :D)

4) Traffic to this blog is something like none already. I know, because the blog address is not very widely known XD)

Man, after so much trauma, it is time for relaxation. Well, of course my friends who are still stuck in love relationships (like me) are helping one another out. It is good to see EDS together.

Today's cross country was seriously serious workout. 4.8 KILOMETERS to run... My legs still hurt from the running. Position number 27. Got 3rd for team category. Not bad I say.

It is time that I set my goals. Before streaming.

Finally an update...

Whoa, seems that I haven't been blogging lately. Well, then today is the first time after quite long that I blog. Man, relationships are going haywire all across the EDS board, and it is not only me. Aria and Yiliang are both seriously in trauma (Well, me too but not that much) and I won't continue further cause I know its a sensitive issue. :)

And well, today was the day that I acted the Drama of History script for one last time... in front of all the sec 2's. Man, it was so embarrassing wearing that singlet, shorts and slippers right in front of all my classmates, friends and more possibly disgusted peers. I think this is the last time I will be acting as Zor Gong; man, he needs a break. I guess the happy-go-lucky spirit ain't gonna be with us (and me) anymore. But I like the feeling of a Russian Emperor... sounds nice... Yevgeniy XIII the Tsar of Imperial Russia. That sounds cool. But the script won't be out, very soon.

A little poem...

A little poem. You know what that means.

The Actor

By Eugene Koh (Yevgeniy Mstislav Koh)

Shush, hear.
I am the sky.
You have to see.
Come closer, see.

The actor,
Sat on a seat.
Tired was he,
Acting with he.

The actor,
Memorising his lines,
Clearly ready for a chance,
To impress someone.

The actor,
Bold as can be,
Cos' the only audience,
Is just a girl you see.

You may ask,
Bold? Bold, is he?
When it is an audience,
Of only one who see?

Yes, it should be,
For indeed it is boldest,
To be acting infront of someone,
Who knows you, like bananas!

Ah yes, the show's about to start,
Wait and see,
For the story,
Is most interesting.

"Madam, seek me no more.
Our hearts have desired,
Both on its own.
Trees have afallen,
From when it was planted.
The old love has died,
The new one not aspring!
Meet me no more,
For my heart falters,
And my heart is no longer with thee."

And so together,
And together,
The tears together,
In this weather,
The man, woman and me,
Cried from an eye, another and from me.

The End

Aha, now that was interesting...

Now... a little for the Samaritians

I'd like to thank those who have stayed by my side over these past few days and perhaps the forthcoming days which I would suffer in damnation in my class. It's time that I show my non-ZorGong side, the very emotive side of me. Dammit, didn't expect this to happen. But yea, who expected? Well, as for the class of sucked and fallen devils, well, fuck off. This is private property. Say what? Internet's for everyone? True, but not for fuckers who goddamn make fun of others.

But yea, thanks to those in 2MD who stood by my side. I shall pour over you the luck (where-ever mine can come from) for streaming.

For 2 MD pupils who are fucking visiting...

SHUT THE FUCK!!! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU GUYS!!! YOU ARE JUST HYPOCRITES REACHING FOR JUST MARKS, GRADES AND PEOPLES' ASSES!!! YOU ARE JUST A BIG BUNCH OF LIARS! WHEN I WAS OUT THERE FIGHTING FOR FAME AND GLORY I WAS BEING DEFAMED BACK HOME!!! I am not talking to you guys... I don't know you... I don't know you... I don't know you...

I JUST DON'T KNOW YOU!!!

The World Мир 这世界

I don't know... this one is going to be one emo post. Hope you guys seriously don't mind, not that you would.

Just today, 22/07/08,the Drama of History actors were chatting after our practice today. We first talked about ghosts stories, then after that we tried to go to the 4th floor of innosphere to see what Yiliang said was right (something about a ghost or weird feeling). I went there with Yiliang first, then I stepped in. It was seriously eerie, but I dared to go into the chamber. The first thought was: Oh my shit, what did I do!!! What the hell, this fucking feels like hell, get me out or something!!! But I couldn't cry that out. I was too overwhelmed by emotions to talked about anything. I ventured forward. It feels real crazy there. Craziness in silence. You can practically here the world whirling over and inside you. I started panting. I felt damn tired. Sooner or later I was gasping into a fit. Then I just came back to my senses, but still wrecked. I tried to meditate, but I couldn't calm myself properly. It was only after Yiliang off the lights was I seriously wrecked up. I was feeling sick and dizzy. That wasn't a joke at all.

I can't imagine how many people just hate or dislike me now. Like, the latest post I see was a fucking sacarstic remark about me. It is not my fault. IT IS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT THAT I WANT TO BE THIS WAY!!! I don't know why, why fucking idiots want to put me down like this. All for a little freedom of expression and people kill me. People throw their tantrums at me, people say sacarstic things to me, people tease me about everything, but I laugh it off. What else can I do? I can't find a person whom I can really trust in, not even myself. I tell myself that to meditate, things will go off quickly, but I cannot bring myself to the fact that I am still living in this second. I say, all things are ephemeral, but the reality is still hitting my face, fucking hard. I live every day being called a flirt, called a flirt, renowned a flirt. But I laugh it off. I can't make more enemies or people who just simply hate me. I cannot.

I will go insane

The BIG Audition!!!

Well, if it isn't Drama of History again. Last year with a great script, this year with a okay-okay script. But hey, the Audition was damn cool. We made the judges laugh on the edge of their seats!!! That spelled well for us. Then after that, we went for lunch. Yuki, Vicky and Jeanette went to Long John Silvers, me, Yiliang and Fishcake went to macdonalds (coz we're poor) and I think Aria and Junxiang went to Carl's Jr's. It was not much, the museum was still there, the Upper Sec did their item and we went back to school. The best thing of today is that after CHEMISTRY there was NO LESSONS. It meant that I skipped 2 TESTS!!! WHOO!!!

Damned Tired...

Today was rehearsal, rehearsal, rehearsal. Continued 7 hours of drama, with an hour's break in between. Not even I, the Drama King, can take that sort of pressure. And there is one more rehearsal tomoro. Lucky Aria's mother was exceptionally kind to give me a lift. Or else my supper is my dinner already.

I realize I officially gotten over her. See, its not in red anymore. Because waiting for her is too long and too painful. That is not what love is. But, being the flirt I am, I see myself more attracted to one girl. I will not reveal who she is, but she and I get along real well. We share music on the bus journeys to and fro the museum, and we do have a lot to speak as well. I dare not proclaim I love her, for that word will be totally wrong to describe it. But rather, I am more mutually attracted to her...

I cannot post as much as I used to. With stiff competition nowadays, it is inevitable that I turn away from my laptop as much as I can. But a quick tag may do if I have the time.

A little poem...

Some random stuff...

Zor Gong

By Eugene Koh

I am Zor Gong,
Flirt art me.
I am Zor Gong,
Un-flirt me!

I am Zor Gong,
Yes I am.
No girl is safe,
In my hands.

I am Zor Gong,
Triple S' I wear.
Singlets, Shorts,
And a touch of Slippers too.

I am Zor Gong,
Diguise myself art me.
Cleverly hid in the students,
Waiting to pounce on thee.

But aye, the mights of old,
Cannot be replaced by gold of youth,
I fail in each mission I embark,
To be welcomed back with a bruise under the eye.

I am Zor Gong,
Zor Gong I am.
Flirt art me,
Un-flirt me!

Congrats!!!

To the new couple of my great extended family, I congratulate Jean jie-jie and Vincent kor-kor, who in my terms, cousin and cousin-in-law. During the marriage ceremony I have learnt a few things:

1) That a life of a shark have been saved by the newly weds requesting for some soup other than that. Not bad, it tastes the same anyway...

2) That Gatsby has just made itself more known by the groom dancing to the video.

3) That my newly wed cousins are both Christians.

4) That my wine capacity is definitely not 6 glasses (Though I am abit dizzy)

5) That my cousin in law looks slightly shorter than Jean jie-jie

6) That 3 of my cousins have an overdue bet with me.

7) That I have a good 8++ more years to wait before its my turn.

Well, there is more but I want to post pictures of me in my cool-looking shirt. And who is up for another glass of wine?

Well, a bout of pictures should do the trick:

1) Now see me bold side!!! I gotta train more on my packs...

2) I am bending here coz I want the screen to see me full top and my belt...

3) Here is me more civilized...

4) Ok, this is the proof that I have HAIR!!!

A little update...

Ok, I know I haven't posted for a long, long time. Now it's time to sum up what's going on:

1) Ants are biting me (Ouch, as I am typing. I hate those things more than cockroaches)
2) There's the Drama Of History competition again. And I can't get full attendence all the time (Shit, have to memorize my script...)
3) More focused in class (My SA1 marks... boohoo...)
4) Trying to figure Russian Grammar (Damn, its hard you know!)
5) Seeing whether I should learn Hebrew anot. (Lol?)
6) Dunno whether I should continue sticking to Her.

I am the most concerned about the last point... Its not that I "flirt" too much, its just that, how long can you wait for someone? And for Henry Jong Jia Hua... He is just too insincere, keeps on trying to make me angry with purport teases about me and Jiahang, and he is just fucked up. Nah, that is too soft for him. Motherfucking retard? That still sounds too soft. Ah, Ass-licking, muthafuckin pimp. He is the number 1 lunatic and bastard I have ever seen.

A little update...

Whee... things are going pretty smoothly. My emo mother has just found "the way of life" and my brother stopped annoying me (temporarily). I am not distracted in class anymore and I feel just wonderful with Drama sessions back in my life. Seriously, without it I would die. Literally.

Gee, I notice there are a few uncalled for people who comes to my blog. First that I would want to say is Henry Jong Jia Hua. Henry, if you're reading this, read CAREFULLY, cause I don't want to repeat in in your face. You are extremely annoying bastard and you think that "SORRY LAH!" just solves everything. All I see from that is something to wipe your ass which will be soiled about 10 minutes later, again.

And the other one is Jia Hang. Gee, I thought we like made peace already? You know, the agreement? I do not make fun or discriminate you but it seems like you keep on rebutting my thoughts or ideas. Gee, another enemy is bad for my health. I want to stay a happy and carefree man all my life till the last breath when I say "Wtf, its over." Get my drift?

The most visited to my blog is Vicky! I really thank you for your support and I think I will try and "revive" Viktor asap. :P He can come back, I tell you. And this time it is less politics, more fluff. :D

Yea... I am still getting ideas for Viktor's story, so you have to wait a little while for the blog to be updated

New Outlook...

Today is the day I finally lowered my myopic degree. It was 275 on my left eye, 250 on my right eye. Now, both is 250 degrees! You wouldn't believe how elated I am with my new looking specs now. I just love that silver and white design.

I notice I don't blog as much anymore. But I will still blog. My aim now is to introduce the second part of Viktor's story; I will never forget him. Putting that aside, I have lots to say now.

My homework seems to be more managable; I can hand my homework on time and I didn't copy it. A great improvement from last year. But, I just cannot get into my head two things now: why some girls really shun me and why a fucking religion have to ruin my life. Quite alot of times nowadays, I keep on bumping into Jiahang, Eunice and DingYi. I just can't bring myself to look directly in their eye. Is it guilt? No, I didn't do anything extremely wrong, furthermore there are people out there trying to set me up. Against JH. Sigh...

Then there is my family. My whole extended family. I just can't get out of my mind that all of my extended family members have already converted into Protestant Christianity, even my closest of cousins. I am still stuck with a philosophical Taoist in me and I can't snap out of it. So many christians around me... I am darn glad I have tuition on Sunday, cos' I can't go to church. Muahahahaa.

I try to get my Russian Grammar right tonight... hopefully.

DRAMA!!!

Yay! Today is my first drama session since that fucking math olympiad. You wouldn't believe how glad I am. Got more great actors to be with me in the Drama Of History play. Yea, the good ol' days...

My diligence is improving, if i say so myself. I can finally go to sleep without worrying how the next day will turn out. But my mum just nags about me not revising. I get to relax after i do my homework okay? I just hate it when she doesn't understand: I want to break away from the stress the classroom is giving me. I hate tphe rumours about me, I hate people when they look at me like a freak. It is my life for god's sake... Oh, did I just say 'god'? If you are insulted by me condeming your religion, i can only say two words.

Fuck you.
Ja Jebat'

I am going to use my laptop tonight. And fuck whateva my mother said

A little poem...

Got inspired after sleeping today -.-

Never Do Homework by Eugene Koh

The smell of the morning,
Crisp and dew,
Should have awakened me,
But I never knew.

I woke up for breakfast,
Just as the alarm rang, again.
Quickly showered and brushed,
Took my step out again.

I reached school, at a quarter to 7,
Everything was absolutely nearly heaven.
But checked I might with my timetable and work,
I forgot to do my literature homework!

So try as I might,
Might as I try,
I sat down on my desk,
Poking my mind.

The answers came, sure and for sure,
But slowly and slowly,
Death smelled near.

Oh, the fear was nigh,
It was already a quarter before I die,
I am still at a page half and two,
How can I do it; what should I do?

I prayed hard that death would come near,
And far: not noticing my predicament here.
As he strode into the class, tension grew high,
I hid my lit paper, with a smile-disguise.

"All right everybody, hand-up your work!"
The chirpy tone had signify my plan couldn't work.
So what did they say: Honesty's the best,
Stood up, told him the rest.

And a detention I got that day.
So I fucked him by posting a poem lame.

THE END

Viktor Mstislav Koh...

Haha, just joking. Nah, not another chapter. I know the last one wasn't the best ending I can get, but hey, I may just extend the story :D

Oh great. Today is the first day of school. I reached school 5 minutes earlier because I found a new way to get there... and it didn't help. Oh well, I try my luck next time. Who knows, the darn traffic lights may just pass green when my bus gets through.

Recently I am real stuck onto Naruto. Well, not the story that is. The fan fiction. I just love the crap they made out of the original story... better to my taste, that is. It is like I can be an anime fan after all. Nah...

I am going to try and figure out the Russian Grammar someday, when I have the time. Seriously, haven't had the time to even sleep since yesterday's insomnia (Yup, and that's where I sneaked my phone out to read a few chapters before 2 a.m. XD)

End of Holidays...

Sad lah... 3 more days till I have to wake up at 4.30 am again... I used 1 whole month to finish a really cool story here, 13 chapters in all. I didn't do much during the holidays: didn't go out at all, just lay at home and rot. Gee, I still have 4 homework left to do. Ah, Lit can later do, Math can go school copy, now is left the 2 chinese work. Better get going and finish the damned things!

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Wii... So Fun!!! Уии... Так Весело

Just yesterday I went to my cousin's house over for a usual extended family get-together. He is a doctor, mind you. And he has a whole lot of fun personality too. Me, my brother and another younger cousin got to play the newest installation in his house: the Wii. Whoa. It was really fun. We played Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games till our hands and limbs were damned tired. Whew, that was really fun.

Since I don't think I have much to write about during the holidays, I guess I'll just put up my working scripts to keep this blog "alive".

A.V.A.... А.В.А....

Today was cool.

Other than the Adobe After Effects, of course. It sucked.

The talk on DJ Mixing was damn cool. DJ Aldrin, a part-timer at Zouk, told us on the basics of cueing, looping, playing, blending two tracks together. He was cool. I think he has something to write on his blog tonight "The First Time I Mixed In a School". Lols.

The other speaker was quite ok. He introduced the basics of Sound Engineering, ranging from Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Live Sound, Fold Back, Configuration and Set-up, Audio Post, Broadcast and On-Location. I guess that is where I will take A.V.A. to: Sound Engineering.

At the end of everything, me and my group got a surprise. We won first place in the games and I got another lucky draw prize. I hope there is a next year for this.

Kena Fucked... Ебатьл...

Today starting was ok... the seminar was fine, boring in some places but still, quite ok. I met a new friend, Jun Wen, a girl from Riverside Secondary School. Cool, she lived in Amirality while I live in Punggol. But that is not the point today...

Today, my mum told me that the Math Olympiad teacher in charge called. He said that I may have to pay for the whole damn thing. Even better, my mother called me irresponsible, lazy and sorts of stuff. I remember 5 nights ago my mother and father were screaming their heads off because I was just doing too much on my CCAs...

Now, I face a danger of quitting one of my CCAs. Drama, A.V.A is my passion, how can I let those two go? Ебать, ебать, ебать...

Unorganized... Неорганиеованниый...

This is just in from 5 minutes from posting...

You know, the drama nite? Actually there was a "lover's combo" in which they pay $13.50 for 2 tickets ($12) and two drinks ($2). However, my friend, Eunice, did not get the bloody damn drinks. Dammit, what were the organizers thinkin...

>Eunice: Sorry, Sorry, I try to contact my "upstair" for the info for your drinks. Sorry sia...

Another Day... Еше Один День...

Hell man, today, woke up, blogged, ate breakfast, then relaxed...

Then got a call which I was informed that I had a Math Olypiad Competition going on.

I was almost late for that thing already, called a cab, went straight to Hwa Chong where I thought was the site of the competition.

Then waited for 1 and a half hours...

Before knowing it was at my school...

Then I missed the whole damn thing...

I am never going into the competition ever again.

That's it! I am officially gonna slack!

Sian... Tomorrow got a A.V.A. Seminar at Hwa Chong...

Wrong Place, Wrong Time.

戏剧演出2008 Drama Night 2008 Драма Ночь 2008

Now for the results of my drama nite... It sucked.

Gee, the whole thing was definitely slipshod and the popcorn wasn't sweetened as well. 4 plays were presented and each of them needed improvisation to "save" it. Now I am glad it's over. Now it is the Drama Of History and Singapore Youth Festival performances that I need to do now.

Next Drama Nite will be better...

Sec 2 Kota Tinggi "Back to Nature"

Yea... I'm back from a camp and drama nite. But I want to talk about the camp first, lest I forget... Lets go...

Secondary 2 Chung Cheng High School Main Camp at Kota Tinggi Resort Journal Day 1

(I know... A frickin' long name)

I woke up at the same damn time like any other day: 4:30. But no, today is the camp. Did the usual stuff before getting the luggage and bag outta of the house. Reached school at 6:35. Met with Group 6. All was going well, until I realised I did not have me a water bottle and a sleeping bag. That was damn retarded of me to forget to bring my water bottle for 4D3N. Oh, nevermind.

The bus: We met our two instructors for group 6 and 7. They were Joe and Grace. They were exceptionally good and well trained people. However, the trip was long and Vicky was sitting beside me. I remember one part in Malaysia when I was closing my eyes while talking to her, because I was tired but wanted to entertain her.

When we reached the campsite: It was frickin' hot. The grasses were tall, the ground was baked hard and we had to wait for another school to get their butt out. Joey brought with her a frickin' large army bag. Just imagine the size of 1 and a 1/2 school table. that was how big it was. In it were pocket fans, mirrors, caps and practically 50% was useless. I was laughing my head off seeing the bag that was three-quaters the size of the carrier.

Then after the teachers checked-in to their resorts and the students checked-in to their "5-star hotels" (Tents... with a mosquito net too!). It was time for the students to "makan". Groups 1 to 10 was the "Alpha" group and group 11 to 22 were the "Bravo" group. Alpha ate first while Bravo was setting up the tents and we had to serve them later. We had to do a "hungry cheer" that went like:

- Hungry, Hungry (Clap, Clap)

- Very, Very (Clap, Clap)

- Hungry, Very (Clap, Clap)

- Very, Hungry (Clap, Clap)

- Ji-ke-lak-kak pi-a pi-a

- Ji-ke-lak-kak pi-a pi-a

- JIA!!!

A bit lame... and we had to repeat if we shouted that too soft.

And finally it was the activities... Group 6 and 7 were always doing the same activity, and our instructors were very good friends too. So we named ourselves "Group 67", Group 6 being called as "Sexybacks" and Group 7, "Taugays". The first activity was "Rebirth" were we had to bring a person one by one through a big tire. With the great morale and spirit, we completed that quite smoothly. There definitely was chemistry between our groups, even within our groups. The rest of the days went quite smoothly... Other than a person named "Yu Xiang" who kept on shouting and screaming because of flies.

The night activity was a nightwalk. Not much to say, only that the stars were cool and we had to wait very long to walk like 200 metres.

Secondary 2 Chung Cheng High School Main Camp at Kota Tinggi Resort Journal Day 2

I woke up with a backache. The sandy floor was damned hard. I changed inside the tent before putting the toothpaste on my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth while I walked towards the toilets. I tell you, the conditions of the toilet there was like none other. There were approx. 7 cubicles and 4 of them could not be locked properly. Our source of water was two big buckets of water which collects the rain water for our use. Each of them can hold like 100 litres. Even so, when we shower at night, just because some damn people had to shower ALOT, the water supply gets cut off and we had to shower by the tap dripping. And, in the forest, competition is always stiff. So stiff that the creeper plants had to creep up the water tower and plant their roots their. So when we were showering, we had to remember that we are using the water, the sun taking back the water and plants drinking the water. Damn it.

The first activity was cancelled for us as the river had not enough water for River Cascading. So what now? We sneaked into the resort and played in the pool. Damn cool.

Not much worth mentioning until night...

The night activity for that night was the Firefly cruise along Johor River. OMG, the stars, fireflies, river and trees were magnificent. It brought me a lot of inspiration thinking that those stars were the same ones that people 4000 years ago saw. I ALSO SAW THE SOUTHERN CROSS!!! WHOO!!!

End of Day 2 at 12.00

Secondary 2 Chung Cheng High School Main Camp at Kota Tinggi Resort Journal Day 3

Today was the day I was frickin' pissed off by Yu Xiang. In the middle of the night, just and hour and a half after Day 2 (1.30 am), he needed to go to the toilet. He just did not go to the toilet the past few nights, and he don't know where the cubicles are. He tried to wake us up but hey, who wants to wake up at 1.30 when we had a whole "gunung" to climb the next day? (Gunung=Mountain)

Urgent as he was, what did he do? He pee-ed in his tent. Sorry, OUR tent. He was like shouting "fuck" all the way in the tent till even the teachers in the canteen 200 metres away heard him. I was real lucky I was sleeping on the other side of the tent, but boy, was the tent smelly.

Ah, the next day was the mountain trek. I couldn't believe how many people complained about the trip. Other than carrying a jerry can approx. 20kg when filled with water, the trip was completely fine to me. The instant noodles cooked was delicious, however, I lost my fork somewhere when we were cooking uphill. Oh well, a souvenier for the forest in memory of me.

Not much until the campfire at night, where I thought it was boring. I saw the southern cross again. Led me to think about the dawn of mankind and what not...

Secondary 2 Chung Cheng High School Main Camp at Kota Tinggi Resort Journal Day 4

Woke up, dirty as usual. Cleaned up the areas. Went home. Shit, bathe, cut hair, told my story, slept. I am very tired...

МИР!!! 和平！！！PEACE!!!

And on the 19th of May 2008, war between 2 RP 2008's Jia Hang and 2 MD 2008's Eugene Koh has officially come to ceasefire. Terms were agreed by both parties and they will be listed as follows:

Jia Hang Terms for Ceasefire:
1) No More Vulgarities in exchange for peace hereafter
2) The behavior of both parties shall be acceptable and formal in the viewpoint of the other party for exchange for peace hereafter.

Eugene Terms for Ceasefire:
1) I shall delete all insulting or discriminating content on the blog http://zorgong94.blogspot.com in exchange for peace hereafter.
2) If possible, both parties will seek the identity of Anonymous and Guest who are responsible for flaming the tagboard of http://zorgong94.blogspot.com
3) Both parties will not humilate nor insult each other in exchange for peace hereafter.

Terms were agreed by both parties on 19th May 2008 20:57:53.

Drama Nite 2008 Драма Ночь 2008

Today was great...

I mean REAL GREAT!

ZOR GONG'S BACK, I TAKE ON THE WORLD NOW AS BRYAN!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!

Lols... Too hyper...

Anyway, this year I stage manager, lighting and sound head, acting as two characters and emcee. Loads of things to do. gotta remember 2 scripts!!! Furthermore the lighting is still not done properly. I hope can finish everything off by tomoro.

Today I will be conducting peace talks with JH. After this I plan to delete anything in relation to insulting her. I feel kinda bad actually... But I still gotta find Anonymous. That bastard/bitch will die. Unless if he tells me his/her identity.

I am getting a windfall...

A Crazy Idea... сумасшедшие идеи...

It always happen just right after I emo enough. I would get this huge crazy idea and try all out to get it. Like for this time.

Just yesterday I attended a performance by the CDC (Chinese Drama Club). It is a very well known cca around the school, yet EDS (English Drama Society) doesn't resonate its name well enough around... So, to solve the problem, I thought of the possibility of English and Chinese Drama having a Drama Nite in collaboration.

I interviewed some people for this idea. CDC were mainly "no" and "maybe", EDS was a straight "of course not". It is just like Edison trying to invent lightbulbs, a very absurd idea to everyone else but it is kinda feasible in the end. I talked to the CDC teacher IC, she says it is a good idea and she would consider it. Hmm... I think I am going to surprise Mr. Bercury. This may make EDS shine like CDC.

Concerto Pour Deux Voix/ Vocal Duet Concert

A little change of the mayhem of school life and a escapade to lalaland. I need it.

This song, rather, duet, is performed by Jean Baptiste Maunier and Clemence of France (It is like I care for the European side more than Asian side). It was damned well sang. The voice just swept me off my mind listening to it. One of the great pieces of music... By TEENAGERS! They are like 15 going on 17 and such a wonderful voice. Got to give it to them. Clemence is also damn cute.

I will never know when I will be as famous as them.

单独的我... Один И Только Мне... One and Only Me...

Nowadays, when I get on public transport, I would almost always see a couple in lovey-dovey state. Not that I didn't notice it before, it is just that nowadays, there has been more of these types of things going on. Even in school. Most of my friends either have a girlfriend or for a girl, boyfriend. Seems like I'm still the one left out, of this stinkin' race. Frickin' freak.

What the hell... So many words to say, nothing to do about it...

... End of Crush...

Yea... It always end silently. Because of all tha ruckus recently, i don't have the heart to see the girl anymore. Seriously, I think that's why I am always called the flirt. My hormones are getting on my nerves. So, after 5-6 days, the crush ends.

What the hell...

很发达的科技 удивительные технологии Amazing Techonology

You know, everytime I post, I reveal more and more of myself. It is the same on other blogs, it is the same perhaps where ever you go. But sometimes you had to just know too much, and then, boom! Your head (perhaps your heart too) goes on to rest in peace. Sometimes the truth is too much to bear. How the hell am I gonna stop blogging. I'm getting addicted...

Как Хотел Я? Нет, спасибо.
我要得？ 我才不要，谢谢。

这是我要得... 才怪!!! Как Хотел Я... НЕТ!!! This what I wanted... NOT!!!

OMG... So now I've got myself into great, great trouble. The one that I freaked out a few days ago has put a post on her blog... on that. I'm never gonna forgive myself for this freaking mistake. Firstly I freaked her out of her mind, secondly it has been published to the whole wide world. I'm gonna kill myself if I don't stop this...

I'm Freakin' Out...

You know, I can be considered as an anti-christian. If you look in my archive you will know why. And just yesterday I got a shock comparable to the one in 'Religiously Stressed'.

That day was my Literature paper. Lunch was before that stinkin exam. So I sat at the canteen to eat my grub. And my chinese teacher sat a table in front of me.

I have you to know that my chinese teacher is probably the most deserving teacher I have seen. He has his manners even to students. He controls himself with dignity and pride. He is certainly the best teacher I've seen.

Back to the scene: He sat down with his food. He was frickin ready to eat already, with the chopsticks in one hand and the spoon in the other.

But hell no, he didn't just eat.

He, a china-guy, frickin said grace.

What the hell...

A little bit more...

Yes... yes... Tomorrow's the last day of the exams! Finally, a little bit of peace to myself. The stress has been overwhelming. I think I did o.k. for the exam, hopefully I won't get failing marks. After this I'm gonna organise a movie event for my friends in ChemioFantasy. WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Zor Gong's Breakin' Free...

Update on the CRUSH!!!

One post before, I did mention about a crush. Now news has spread... Rather slowly, that is. The rumours are less when you're known as the flirt. An old flirt at that. (Refer to the name Zor Gong -great grandfather- guys).

However, in my usual pack of lies, I always dare not confess. It's because I always tell myself 'It is just a crush, wait and it will go... To someone else.' I couldn't bear to break a girl's heart. So, for my current crush, I accidentally told her that I liked her friend, which is the fake reason why I always enter their class.

I knew her friend way before I knew her. She was introduced by my drama club friend. She easily gets freaked out, and she will be scared instead of angry when someone confessed to her when she did not like the guy. She was more compatible for my height, and was also good looking. However, I did not really have a crush on her. It was those type of people you would only be friends with, and progressing things would spell trouble.

So now, my crush thinks I like her friend.

What the hell...

Zor Gong lies...

Where are the old days?

Today, I sent my present to my best friend. It was kinda late: She is an Aries and it's May now. But man, she was just as good-looking as ever. Just that I am just having a crush on someone at school and it gives me no surprise that I kept my manners. Well, we just talk like best friends, that's all.

Anyway, I got a lot of information of my other former classmates. I am a big supporter of my Primary 6 class. It was the most united and diverse class I have ever seen. Other classes always leaves someone out here and there, but my class was the most united, smart and fun class.

I asked about most of our classmates, as me and my friend were in the same class as well. Some of then had started dating girls, which I commented that they were pretty charismatic for their age. Some of them went to bad habits, but it was they who kept the 'old skool' spirit alive. Some of them were the usual: either still the elites, or just plain annoying.

But you don't see that in my current class. They heck around in bunches, I just have to go to tie popular group for the bonding. Where are the old times...

Girl Next Door

You know, some things in life are unpredictable. Like how your cup of coffee (or milo) will be. Or how that stinkin math exam will turn out to be. In my case, usually, at the most unexpecting time, most quiet time, i will have a stupid crush on a girl.

Don't get me wrong, i love crushes. Especially the feeling when that girl just walks up to say hi. But i just hate the damn part when i realise i'm looking at an attached girl. Just exactly like this time.

Just imagine: An average-to-not-so-bad boy was just playing with his nintendo ds in a classroom. The lights are not on but the fans are: in the morning. The pretty girl from the next door class just steps in to save some volts without notcing the boy.

Boy, am i just too stupid to start a conversation.

This ain't the first time it happened, you know.

Zor Gong: History just had to repeat.

Russkiy Yazyk

Now... this is my goal for my learning of the Russian language. I must learn until I can get a standard of Level 2 in the International Language Roundtable.

ILR Level 2 - Limited working proficiency

Limited working proficiency is the second level in the scale. This level is sometimes referred to as S-2 or level 2. A person at this level is described as follows:

• able to satisfy routine social demands and limited work requirements
• can handle with confidence, but not with facility, most social situations including introductions and casual conversations about current events, as well as work, family, and autobiographical information
• can handle limited work requirements, needing help in handling any complications or difficulties; can get the gist of most conversations on non-technical subjects (i.e. topics which require no specialized knowledge), and has a speaking vocabulary sufficient to respond simply with some circumlocutions
• has an accent which, though often quite faulty, is intelligible
• can usually handle elementary constructions quite accurately but does not have thorough or confident control of the grammar.

Zor Gong learns, learns, learns...

Stress...

Have you ever imagined, the first people on Earth were just a bunch of monkeys walking around searching for something to eat. That was how simple their life was: Eat, Drink, Sleep, Shit. Now, other than that, we have to do other things, studying, doing mathematic problems, doing buisness etc. etc. etc. We have to learn how to let go, dammit.

Zor Gong: Simple, yet complex.

Russkiy Yazyk

A little report from the linguistic mind here...

Privyet= Hi

zdrastvuytye= Hello (Formal)

paka= Bye

da svidaniya= Farewell (Formal)

Kak Dela= How are you?

Kak vas Savut= What's your name?

Yea! I learnt something!

A Zor Gong tries to be successful...

EXAMS!!!

Oh, it is this time of the year again... The revision, the exams, the stress! Sigh... And of course, not forgetting the ever-piling pressure from my friends and teachers... I don't feel like talking to one of my friends cause he just said that I would fail! I gotta stop this... I'll show them that I'll surpass them in the 2nd half year!

Zor Gong... Zor Gong... Oh, heck care...

"On-the-contrary" Drama?

Today, after the bloody tears I shed from Math Olympiad (Seriously, the questions are enough to make you cry), there was a bout of my favorite activity: DRAMA!!! Finally, a moment of peace, un attimo di pace! I walked in to hear about my character for the upcoming drama night. The answer: A really cool boy whom a lot of girls have a crush on.

I am not saying I am exceptionally ugly; it is just that I am not fit to be in the role. Girls don't chase after me; I chase after them! But, what am I to do? In the NAME OF DRAMA, I have to do what I do; hide behind my character, however absurd it may seem. A serious Zor Gong suddenly becomes into the cool-looking, current, tuff Bryan? The change is possible, but tedious.

A Zor Gong... Becomes Bryan?

Meditation... Relaxation...

Today I attended a course on effective learning. One of the components is Relaxation. I don't want to describe everything to you, but, it has really nice effects.

The aim was to achieve an Alpha to Theta brainwave in the mind. Most of the time, we are working in Beta brainwave. The exercise was so... indescribably effective. I feel really at peace for the first time, and on a private beach where all your best memories are hidden there, right below you on the sands. I wished that would go on forever, but I knew it couldn't have. I thought it was only 15 minutes into the exercise when an hour passed. Amazing but true.

A Zor Gong needs to meditate some time...

Russkiy Yazyk

I haven't told you how my russian was going, did I? Oh, a lack of time for the language, but I am trying to get the best out of this. So far, I can only learn "Privyet" (Hi) and a few other sentences, but not much. I am seriously trying to get the lessons under my belt. However, my Malay seems to be picking up quite well (There is a Conversational Malay Programme at my school). Should I make the change to Malay... better not. 4 languages is still a puny number to the one who found the Rossetta Stone.

Zor Gong speaks anything. Even trash.

Now... a Report from Zor Gong...

Well, things are still going better than expected... not quite. I dare say it has been a lot more challenging nowadays than before. I guess this is Sec 2 life. Firstly, my grades have been going down by alot and that doesn't help my growing need of sleep. Secondly, my drama sessions are going down because of math olympiad. Yeah, I know, the honour of getting to such a competition but, I can't live on 10 minutes of drama per week! It'll drive me crazy. Thirdly, I start to get more and more duties from the church. Have I told you how much christianity irks me? Get a picture of a person who is forced to go to church blended with his job of controlling the sound system of the church (Hey, we are living in the 21st century). It really irritates me when I have to be at church when I don't need to. Gee, I am having less and less time. How can I pour out my feelings so regularly here? Sigh...

Is the Zor Gong not carefree anymore?

Religiously Stressed...

You know, after a long break from the computer I finally realized that... The computer is the break for me. I couldn't say how much torture I have been though. But, the torture today was quite enough for me. Today, I found out that 2 of my friends were Christians! And I knew them, one for almost a year another a month. I was talking to my friend about how my extended family converted from Taoism to Christianity within 3 months. I was seriously surprised when I got the reply "I can understand". She revealed that she was a Christian. If I hadn't told you yet, I am a free-thinker, and I don't want to be in any religion.

This friend had more impact on me. Although I met her for only one month (Ok, for those who read my other posts, that friend is Sheri), well, her words did change my perspective of the world. I tell you that she likes another boy called Ryan (Yea, RYAN... if you heard of him on my blog), but recently she broke up with him (YESSSS!!!). Although, my exact feelings weren't quite exactly "YESSSS!!!". I sympathize with Sheri, of all heartbreaks I've seen for the past 13 years this is one of the worse ones. Ryan was happily back again with his ex-girlfriend, while Sheri is emo-ing backstage. Why did they break up? This was where my "Mind Revolution" began. The reason was...

God spoke to her and told her that it wasn't time.

I espeicially centralized the sentence to emphazize the importance of this sentence. Any Pastors in church or more expierienced members of the church may have said that. But those words came from the mouth of a 14 year old. Buddhists don't have this "privilege" of "God's speech" or any other Asian-borne religion. This changed the way I looked at things. It felt like the first time that I saw the world. Everyone on the street has a belief, religion. I felt stressed. Not the usual stress. The RELIGIOUS STRESS.

I am Zor Gong. Usually carefree. When it comes to religion, I am stressed like a full streched rubber band.

Melizo! The Angels Sing!

I definitely wanted to update my post 2 days ago. Unfortunately, my calendar was clogged up like shit. So today, I'm going to review on Melizo IV by Xinmin Choir.

First thing was the timing of the performance. The performance was performed on the night before Thursday, and definitely most do not want to come and wake up late for the day after. But that is a minor mistake. The experience was generally memorable.

The rowdy crowd outspoken the audience in the first few minutes. However, the MC's script was all in the brochure, and their speech is almost obsolete. This comes to our second point, albeit minor. The MC's were just reading off the brochures, where we could actually read for ourselves. That is, still, a minor mistake.

The position of the choir was quite good, the effects were heard almost everywhere in the Victoria Concert Hall. The songs were breathtaking, and the echos were applied at the right time. Although it is not in my place to judge the Chorale Performance (I have no idea of what choir does, or what their standards are), it is definitely good for those who do not appreciate songs as well. However, nervousness were on some faces in the choir. I saw girls tugging on the hem of their skirts, and it does not generally give quite a good impression, but the people who were nervous were few, which is commendable.

After the intermission, the story of "Beauty and the Beast" starts. Firstly, the props were placed as a big eyesore to the audience even before the play started. Next, Belle, the main character of the story, played by Jasmine Leow, was wonderfully potrayed as the beautiful bookworm. Her actions were lively and livid, and it brings out the essence of the story.

The standard of the choir was brought to the excellence during this part. The voices were powerful and brought out the essence of the feeling, whether sad, nostalgic, funny or going to war. Gaston, played by the well-built Mao Zi Yuan, portrays the admiring yet annoying character chasing after our lovable Belle. Of course, the handsome guy is thrown off. His sidekick, the forgetful, funny wise-guy played wonderfully by Stuart Siew. The Beast, the almighty, ferociously played by Samuel Lee. The other characters gave good portrayals too. But there was one problem to the whole drama: The dramatization was too weak.

Sure, the choir was well sang, but we have to look at this from a Zor Gong POV. Firstly, the script was in such a way that the whole thing could squeeze into half an hour. That means little parts were gone. But they didn't have to put off nearly 1/2 of the whole story. For example, Maurice, the eccentric father of Belle, was caged when we first saw him. And he recounts his capture within a minute and the scene ends. The drama could have been simple, such as walking through a door and meeting the Beast himself, but the lack of more meat made the skit bland.

Choir, I had no problems with them. Once again their powerful voices replaced the Disney's songs wonderfully, yet, their expression let me down again. The singing was wonderful, the dancing was okay, but the expression did not fit the drama. Another letdown.

The last, MAJOR mistake in the show was when the Beast was dying due to the hit by Gaston. The Beast and Belle was in entirely off position, nearly at the side when they should have been in the centre. Beast was telling her about somethings... when his head was nearly at the ground, but he had some more to say, and he LIFTED his head up again! It was absurd thinking the dying would have the strength to lift their head. This is thus the most major mistake, which took away nearly all the magic.

Overall, the Chorale lived up to the expectations by fine pieces and vocals, but appalled me with the bad quality of the script and drama of the skit. I hope this review may be of help to Xinmin choir members to better improve on Melizo V.

Zor Gong: A Dramatic skit is always the main course.

United we stand...

I played Civilization IV recently (Well, at least, the demo), and there is one wonder that all Diplomacy Victory players would certainly agree is the most important. Of course, the United Nations world wonder. Definitely, having a supra-national community is one of the best things one could have next to eternal life or perfect health (Maybe both?). Getting so much inspiration on it, I just couldn't resist talking about it here. The United Nations consist of 192 members in the assembly. English, Chinese, Arabic, Russian and Spanish is the official languages of the great assembly. (Info above is FYI)

Wouldn't it be nice if this is a world we're standing on a big, big, big civilization and all leaders obey and respect only a code of laws and rules. That may be the only way we can save ourselves from people dying of hunger, thirst, pollution and what not. All borders will be demolished, all wonders restored, oxygen replenished, health levels up, happiness globally. And all those who are against this act will be placed in the brainwasher and everything goes happy for them.

So, today, I resolve to start learning Russian. I don't know whether I can succeed as my Third Language (I'm a Singaporean, English is my first language, Chinese my second). Hopefully I can, I may post my progress up from time to time.

I am Zor Gong. Always wanting to learn more.

Champion!!!

I has been quite a while since I updated here. The work is piling up slowly, and I'm still not attached. Oh well, that is the life of a zor gong (Great-grandfather in hokkien). But, I am the pro at drama, I am the pro in giving the audience my best shot. Two days ago, I stepped into the Singapore Press Holdings for the Story Challenge Competition. After a few hours of waiting and story making, finally, I was the champion.

It is true that I am a bit pleased with myself. Actually, proud. But, I am more pleased for what I have done for my co-cirriculum activity, of course, English Drama. In my school, a so-called chinese school, English Drama just don't get the respect it deserves. Ok, other than being over-acting and too dramatic, there is nothing to jeer about anyway. Chinese Drama has the same qualities as us, but their yearly funding is 5 times of ours.

My friend in English Drama got the runner-up position for the competition. I feel proud for my CCA, a step towards getting the dream status of my cca completed. But I am the champion! Even if the rest does not works, hey, it is my first trophy!

My Very Good Friend...

Actually, that person can be said as my BEST friend. In this world my greatest happiness was that particular friend. When in my darkest times, my friend showed me the way. When I couldn't get up from my sadness, that person would shake me and scold me. My friend awakens me. I refer to that person as X from now on. (Unless if I want to let you in my secret)

Whenever X is sad, I would help X. Whenever X is happy, I share X's joy. Whenever we have something to share, we open our ears, we give our advice, we care for each other. My greatest joy under heaven since birth is this, that I have someone to confide in, someone to confide in me, someone who could really share this world with me.

X is very charismatic. People chase X, I am always left alone. However, our luck pretty much stays the same. X always has problems. I always try to help her. X true friend is me. I am X's true friend.

A Zor Gong, though looks lonely, yearns for company. I art the luckiest Zor Gong in this world.

Worn out, tired...

Weather for today: Rainy... I mean, stormy

Schedule for today: Totally full

Mistakes today: Lots

No, I am not saying that this is my daily lifestyle. My life revolves around sunny Singapore. It is just that my luck ain't that good today. Let's start in the morning. Oh yes, it's a beautiful morning, the first thing I did was to update my blog. Then, the first mistake came. I was totally late for a drama meeting in the morning. I thought it was in the afternoon. Seriously, after some consideration, I decided to go to the drama training only, which is after the meeting. Everything was fine during the training. I just had to cope with some issues on my improvisation (Check entrees below for more info). Then, it was a long way to a musical concert that my friend invited me to. For a couple of hours I was trying to find out where the blinking Theatre was. It was raining all the time so my umbrella had to take the stress. Then, when I found the theatre, I thought I was in luck. I went for dinner and came back an hour later. Then I realized the performance was next week. What luck!

I learned quite a few things today:

1: Confirm meetings the day before

2: How to get around the Central Business District

3: To check the date on your watch and on your ticket

4: A lie works when you sound desperate

Yea, and that's about it.

Drama+Love=??? (Part 2)

Where did I stop... Oh yeah, the meeting of Ryan...

Well, Ryan was not bad either. He had good ideas up his mind. But he was more into narration than into actions. I was more into actions. My comrade, little Roi, older than me by a year but shorter by 20 cm. He's a good guy, and we both have been trained by our wonderful teacher Mr. Bercury. The first time I actually talked to Ryan was right after his acting. (Or was it before?)

His skills were comparable to mine, perhaps a little bit under me, but comparable. We both were friends at first. I talked to Sheri about a couple of minutes before he talked to him. (Yea, I GOT HER FIRST!!!)

Sheri was a Naruto fanfic writer.  Well, I'm a part-time, perhaps I'll put up my story one time or another. However, we had totally different views on who Hinata likes. (A shy, bashful girl in the anime) She was rooting for KibaHina while I NaruHina. (Gee, the Happy Ending of a unlikeable couple should exist.) But that was the only problem. A minor one at that. Other than that, we were quite good friends.

I didn't know that, but she did take on the fancy of Ryan. (I say her acting was so good that I couldn't figure out that) While I, her. (Yes, and our story FINALLY starts) But she took both our numbers, and kinda "ok-ok" to the other jokes than my friends made (There was a group category for the competition)

It was only when me, my friends, Roi  and Ryan, were reaching the bus stop when my phone and Ryan's rang with a message. (Duh, you know who its coming from... Yea right, my mum) Of course it is Sheri. I didn't notice my handphone at first. But seeing Ryan's actions, it was pretty obvious that he was after her. (This world where there are good ladies, is suitors, is dreams, is lies.)

Ah, so then the rivalry starts. Oh, it was sooooo intense... not. We didn't meet each other for some time, heck with it, its only phone calls back and forth. (But I didn't call much)

Then one faithful day Sheri messaged me about whether I was in a debate competition. I said no, and she said that my school was against her boyfriend's school. Gee, that took me by surprise. She did tell me in the workshop that she was deprived. Then there she was, telling me she had a boyfriend. Hiding my broken heart, I whipped out my phone and messaged her (Nah, too dramatic)... Mumbling "You're a pain in my butt" I lazily took the phone and keyed some words in (Nah, too vulgar)... Heck with it, I messaged her and said "You had a boyfriend, who?"

Well, her words were "You know the one we met at the workshop..." Ah-hah, the Zor Gong lost again. This is perhaps the 4th time I've lost a prospective girl. Nevermind, the world is wide, so is the heart of Zor Gong... But let me cry in a corner first...

Nah, just joking. I don't cry.

Drama+Love=??? (Part 1)

I should have told you this earlier but, ah well, I didn't want to. I am Zor Gong, a very flirtatious one at that too. Also a dramatic one as well. I could resist temptation to a couple of hours off my computer, but it is otherwise for pretty girls.

Entering the competition "Story Challenge" I met this pretty yet outstanding girl called Sheri. Oh, the competition rules were, for your info:

1) They will give you a condition; from anywhere under the sun. You have to prepare a story within 15 minutes.

2) At the last 3 minutes, there would be a special condition. You have to incorporate that into your story. Again, it is anything under the sun. (Bizzare things may happen, such as a medieval prince using a handphone.)

3) The story must not be more than 2-3 minutes long. I really mean the limit is 3, the minum is 2.

With all this improvisation, it would be easy to figure out one's character. When Sheri was trying out at the workshop, it seemed to me she was very dark, moody yet cheerful person. I won't go into the details, but she did a very good job of using the stage. And her voice characterization as well.

She seemed very perfect (Well, in my eyes). She wasn't attached (YAAAAHOOOO!!!), and she looked awesome. But, every silver lining has a cloud. There's this boy, Ryan, who also attended the workshop. He also had a crush on Sheri (Duh, who wouldn't want to go for that girl?). This then, was the start of a probably comedic love triangle...

Zor Gong sets off!!!

This is the third time i've been trying to set up and MAINTAIN a blog. I seriously don't have so much time and my mother always set passwords for my computer. Ahah! Solution: the Macbook that just have arrived. Now, I'll get to some of the things that happened the last quarter of the year.

1: Became very flirtatious (Don't ask me why)

2: Marks went down (Kinda obvious why)

3: Got into semi-finals for a competition (Becos I'm DRAMATIC)

That's is just all, for now.

Hopefully this will go on forever...