Of "RRR"
What is RRR?Hey,isnt this interesting?Just like the first time you heard some interesting short forms that everybody seems to know and you are the only ill-informed loser around.Well,in this case worry not.Im pretty sure nobody knows what it is.Like short forms commonly used:R.S.V.P and B.Y.O.B during parties(You'd know,Valerie).Well,go find out about those yeah?Haha.

Anyway,RRR means "Reproduced Random Ramblings".Well,that was a short form i came up with on the way home on the running tracks,tired after a short day's school.Thats what today's entry shall be about.RRR.Nothing specific,just stuff that pops into my head.Now,after saying that i feel like Count Olaf from Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events.To reproduce my thoughts exactly as it is in text form and reflecting them on my blog.Yeah,thats what im going to do.

First part of RRR is in regards to the irritating scale i came up with.If the level of irritation can be measured with a scale of one to ten,then going to school is probably a full ten.Let me give you some other everyday irritation that is worthy enough of a full ten.Remember those Saturday mornings when you wake up in your bed and you find your papers flying all over the place?The window is wide opened,and as you close it the sky is covered with black threatening thunder clouds."Oh,its gonna rain!Better head back to bed!" you thought as you jump back into your bed.The wind continues to blow,and people on the pavements were blown onto the streets,while the swirling leaves resembled a tornado.While you lie in your bed in anticipation for the rain to fall,it never falls.More sound of wind howling at the window,and sooner than you can say "Mr Robinson",the wind stopped.The clouds moved away,the sun is shining and its not going to rain anymore.

Bummer.

So you wake up in the morning feeling disappointed about the rain.Goes to the door to see if the newspaper arrived.Hey,its there.The gate is locked,and you are too lazy to reach back to grab the keys.So you reached between the bars of the gate to grab the newspapers.That stupid Paper Boy threw them too far and they seemed to be out of reach.No matter how far you reached its always a centimetre or two too far.

Bummer.

Thats about how irritating going to school really is.Not to mention the fact that today is a Monday.Couldnt sleep yesterday night,which is a weird thing considering the love for my bed.Something was troubling me,and i didnt know what it was.Results?Perhaps.Who cares.By the time i made up my mind to sleep,it was already 2.30am.

My sister went to Malaysia to stay at her friend's place on Friday right after her school.She was supposed to come back home on Sunday,but decided to go to school straight on Monday morning since the group of friends were supposed to do a project together as well.Oh well,good news for me i guess.Reason number 1:No boyband music coming from next door.Reason number two:Real music can be turned up so loud on my own stereo and nobody would protest by slamming the door shut.Basically,my mom and i lived with each other for the past three days.Well,to be honest it didnt feel all that much different from my usual life.Interacts with my sister is minimal,and i hate the way she wakes me up during my nap just to give me a scare.She would stand at the side of my bed and wake me up as if she was a ghost or whatever.There are two types of people that are dangerous in this world.A hungry man,and a tired man.Get in the way of either,and die.I'd scream at her to get out of my room,while she skips away happily like she just completed a project in school.Keep in mind that she is 21.

A conversation with Corinna the other day sparked an inspiration for a blog entry.With the As looming ahead with thunder clouds overhead,its hard not to worry as your drive down the road on your convertable.After all,you are in a metal suit of armour and your friends are giving you a nickname,"Lightning Pole".Its a "Sure Die" situation here,and whining is inevitable.So our conversaton strayed to the "Good Old Days".Remember how life was like after school in Secondary School.Take a bus home,and by the time you reach home hot lunch is served.Noticed i used the word "Lunch" instead of "Dinner?Because how often do you get back after 5 in Secondary School?Not the case in JC though.7pm.8pm.6pm.10pm for the Xtreme Club members.11pm for the Hardcore Club members.Anyway,after lunch its TV time.Afternoon tv programmes are dominated by cheesy soap operas,old 80s cartoons and cooking shows for the aunties.Then next on the list would be an afternoon nap until dinnertime.Wakes up to dinner,and then watch television again while you pick your teeth with a toothpick.After that would be computer games,where you battle weird mystical creatures in Diablo 2.Followed closely by "Self-Rejuvenation".Or simply put,sleep.

That would be my daily timetable in a nutshell back in the Good Old Days.I want that life of my own back.Igorance is bliss.Not knowing anything might be a blessing from heaven sometimes.Back then,that kid thought he knew everything there is to know from Social Circle Enchancement tactics to Self Independence.I felt as if i could do anything.Well,the more you know the more you know you dont know kid.Wake up your bloody idea.However,i was a nerd back then.No YiXiang level nerd,but more like Jefferson level nerd.In the sense that,i work hard for what i want,and i can do whatever i want.I can achieve anything back then.Academically.Lets put aside the tragical O levels English results for a while shall we?Since my expectations were not as high as Gregory's or Krishna's,its easy to be satisfied.And back then,i was.Wish that "Me" is with me now,and that working hard for the As is just an everyday routine.I wouldnt break a sweat doing it,and might even rejoice in it.That was a scary thought,but thats what i think.

I dont necessarily want my "Personality" back.I want my "Nerdball" self thats all.And if its for rental i'd like to rent it from now till the end of the As.May i know the rate?Like i said below,i like who i am now.Books,guitars,movies,music etc.Back then,i knew nothing.I dont want that kiddo back.Just that never ending drive.That nerd.Yeah,thats right.

Alright.I shall end the RRR here.Mom's not back from the office yet.Shall find something to eat now.Take care and see you in the next entry.Like how WanJun says goodbye on MSN:Tata~

Here's a little bit of Sarah Mclachlan's "Dirty Little Secrets".Love the lyrics.Reflects on what i am feeling now really.Im too tired to ramble about that again.Im sure nobody digs it anymore.Im tired of it too.Found out about it yesterday night.Felt exactly when my grandpa died earlier this year.I was like,"Oh,damn it." I should be feeling depressed,i should be feeling sad,i should be emo,but im none of the above.Im just,numb.Its weird that im not feeling what i should be feeling.Or rather,what i expected myself to feel.I guess,the trauma of bad results is just too big a thing for myself to comprehend.Too big for me to care about anything else.Hmm.Shouldnt this entry be renamed as RRRR then?Since this song is about one more R.Haha.Yeah,you got it.How about another clue.Another short form for you to ponder?Here we go:I.A.R.Ouch.Painful to realise.Painful indeed.

If I had the chance, love
I would not hesitate,
To tell you all the things I never said before.
Don't tell me it's too late...

Cause I've relied on my illusions,
To keep me warm at night.
But I denied in my capacity to love.
I am willing, to give up this fight.

I've been up all night drinking,
To drown my sorrow down.
Nothing seems to help me since you went away.
I'm so tired of this town,
Where every tongue is wagging.
When every back is turned .
Their telling secrets that should never be revealed.

There's nothing to be gained from this,
But disaster.
Here's a good one,
Did you hear about my friend?
He's embarrassed to be seen now.
Because we...
Oh,no.
Be seen...

Song of the Moment---Dirty Little Secrets by Sarah Mclachlan