2 weeks, 14 days, 336 hours, 20160 minutes...
2 weeks. Can you believe it? 2 WHOLE weeks without school. God must be testing Albert.
Pardon yours truly going AWOL[(absent without obtaining leave)(there, you learn something new every day)] but he was battling mid year exams. And you know how mentally draining, physically exhausting, soul-sapping and anti blogging exams can be. So Albert really wasnt dead after all.
Right after the mid year torture was over, on Thursday, he and his merry bunch of friends went to watch Pirates 3. And one awesome movie that was, fast and furious with the action, riduculous with the logic, and funny as hell. The whole movie can be summerized into this line expressed by an exasperated bad guy in his experiance with Captain Jack Sparrow, "Sir, do you think Jack Sparrow has everything planned out, or does he just make it up as he goes?" An interesting question, but one that no one really wants to know the answer to anyway. Another nugget of advice from the great man himself, " If you dont like the circumstances, change the FACTS" is this guy amazing or what? Maybe its cause he's drunk and hallucinating half the time.
Come Saturday, it was Sam's birthday party. It was a small do really, a couple of ex-form 5 students, Chris Teh and Edvinn(and his gorgoues companion which isnt his girlfriend, or at least not yet)the form 3 guys, the usual suspects for form 5, Chris Yoong, Sean, Gao Loong, John, JT. Wai Chun was in Europe. Sigh. Boon arrived with Mee Pei and Hema, which kinda figueres. Tim and Wen were most unfashionably late.
He had a nice barbeque going, lotsa chicken wings, sausages, this weird noodle like substance, and balls. The fried type and the fish type. And a very homely homemade chocolate cake. Ah, food.
After that they retired to a night of video games and more food. Cant imagine a better way to end a night. Well it is at least going to be a helluva lot better than the next 2 weeks.
2 freaking weeks. Now calm down, think, what would Jack Sparrow do......
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Prefect-uh Prom-uh Unity Night-Dinner-whatever
Say what you want all you Yih Ren bashers, but really, you gotta give it to the guy who managed to pull of a 70% student majority prefect dinner. Oops, “Unity Dinner”. Right.
So here was Albert, drowning in post-debate depression, hoping Saturday he could eat his depressed soul out at the buffet dinner, which is some sort of consolation. Of course it would be nice if he had a friend who could give him a good pat on his back and go all : “ Come, come, its alright,” but you can’t eat your friends you see. They wouldn’t taste good anyway. Nothing like food for the depressed soul.
But no. Owh no. Yih Ren wanted him to MC the Pref- erm, UNITY dinner. Alright. Alright. Fine. Eager to help in any ******* way possible Yih Ren.
Cant say Albert hated it. Its always nice to feel important. Shereena was being extra nice(she had her eye on Best Dressed), Reddy called, sms-ed, desperately reminding him to reserve a seat for her and Roshan, as though the fate of the entire world depended on whether Reddy and Roshan could park their asses strategically that day. So yeah, nice feeling important.
Tess actually came for the dinner. Which was odd. She brought Boon Han as her date. Albert hears the tectonic plates moving already, let us not push it.
Shereena wore an over-the-top flowing gold gown. She couldn’t pull it off. Sigh. She should have just worn the prefect uniform. Wai Chun was cool in beige, a real contrast among guys that wore dark colours.
The whole program was jammed packed with performances, with really bad ones here and there. Roshan was noticeably unimpressed(but he’s experience probably justifies it). But of course, Reddy was always there to “distract” him. Good looking guy no doubt, must get these kinda things a lot. Lucky bastard.
Edvinn won Prom King( Oliver picked him over Wai chun, yes a stroke of brilliance from Yih Ren). Prom queen was Yin Shi. Edvinn was one happy guy. Albert was nominated for Best Dressed, which goes to show that you can look good without spending a dime. Of course he didn’t win. There was a goofier dressed dude.
Shereena got nominated for Best Dressed, but you see, a girl in a sari won it. Hey, stranger things happened(like someone coming for the supposedly “lame” dinner).
Just when everyone was bored out of their skulls of the performances, the dancefloor was finally open!! Yay! The whole 10 square feet of it!! Well the party animals made the best out of it, the whole half an hour of it, in spite of lousy deejaying(probably distracted sms-ing Shereena, yes, one of the dudes actually liked her).
All this while, Shereena was busy with Nigel, making up for the ground she lost to Husna. The pursued now has to pursue. Ah, the sweet irony. Just like Boon Han and…..whoa!!...the plates are moving again!
As if not enough, to compound Albert’s misery, Chelsea had to draw for Man Utd to open up 5 point gap.
Damn, he should’ve ate more.
Say what you want all you Yih Ren bashers, but really, you gotta give it to the guy who managed to pull of a 70% student majority prefect dinner. Oops, “Unity Dinner”. Right.
So here was Albert, drowning in post-debate depression, hoping Saturday he could eat his depressed soul out at the buffet dinner, which is some sort of consolation. Of course it would be nice if he had a friend who could give him a good pat on his back and go all : “ Come, come, its alright,” but you can’t eat your friends you see. They wouldn’t taste good anyway. Nothing like food for the depressed soul.
But no. Owh no. Yih Ren wanted him to MC the Pref- erm, UNITY dinner. Alright. Alright. Fine. Eager to help in any ******* way possible Yih Ren.
Cant say Albert hated it. Its always nice to feel important. Shereena was being extra nice(she had her eye on Best Dressed), Reddy called, sms-ed, desperately reminding him to reserve a seat for her and Roshan, as though the fate of the entire world depended on whether Reddy and Roshan could park their asses strategically that day. So yeah, nice feeling important.
Tess actually came for the dinner. Which was odd. She brought Boon Han as her date. Albert hears the tectonic plates moving already, let us not push it.
Shereena wore an over-the-top flowing gold gown. She couldn’t pull it off. Sigh. She should have just worn the prefect uniform. Wai Chun was cool in beige, a real contrast among guys that wore dark colours.
The whole program was jammed packed with performances, with really bad ones here and there. Roshan was noticeably unimpressed(but he’s experience probably justifies it). But of course, Reddy was always there to “distract” him. Good looking guy no doubt, must get these kinda things a lot. Lucky bastard.
Edvinn won Prom King( Oliver picked him over Wai chun, yes a stroke of brilliance from Yih Ren). Prom queen was Yin Shi. Edvinn was one happy guy. Albert was nominated for Best Dressed, which goes to show that you can look good without spending a dime. Of course he didn’t win. There was a goofier dressed dude.
Shereena got nominated for Best Dressed, but you see, a girl in a sari won it. Hey, stranger things happened(like someone coming for the supposedly “lame” dinner).
Just when everyone was bored out of their skulls of the performances, the dancefloor was finally open!! Yay! The whole 10 square feet of it!! Well the party animals made the best out of it, the whole half an hour of it, in spite of lousy deejaying(probably distracted sms-ing Shereena, yes, one of the dudes actually liked her).
All this while, Shereena was busy with Nigel, making up for the ground she lost to Husna. The pursued now has to pursue. Ah, the sweet irony. Just like Boon Han and…..whoa!!...the plates are moving again!
As if not enough, to compound Albert’s misery, Chelsea had to draw for Man Utd to open up 5 point gap.
Damn, he should’ve ate more.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
The strange but no doubt notable exploits of Blazer Boy
Is it a bird? A plane? A bad superhero movie? A cybernetic time travelling organism fond of sequels and politics? No its Kumar! Oops, no. Wait, that looks like, eh, sure or not? Lets beat him up and temporarily kidnap him.......oh wait, black? Yeah, thats Albert. What? Not wearing his underwear on the outside?! Nawh, a blazer wearing superhero is absurd enough.
The great but no doubt strange exploits of Blazer Boy cannot go unnoticed people. He braved a fashion show during the school IU day(which was a PROFITABLE blast), even when he was a fashion disaster. "Gasp" !!
He has to fend off girls with horrible taste, and expressing it in tamil(the horror), or worse, in BM. "Saya cinta padamu!" Ya, dia cinta pada dia juga. This where the powers of cowardice comes in to truly test his hide and seek skills(our brave superhero is avoiding her).
Our superhero had loads of fun with his beloved sidekicks(sorry for the insult debate members), making other teams look like shit in debate. It was incredible fun. They beat out 61 other schools, including last year's champion. So its been totally worth while. Especially the skipping EST and English part. Wonder if she'll still let us skip........
Blazer Boy thanks you, Suhaib, Shereena, and Tess, for giving this period of his life temporary meaning. He did what he loved doing, with people who were worth doing it with, and together they kicked some fine ass all the way to the semi final.
So Blazer Boy has seen the climax of his life. His whole banal existance was worth while just for the last couple of months. From now on, its a long way down the from the peak of the graph. Blazer Boy had never, and could never, ever have seen this climax coming. Or imagine Tess as hot when she slaughters opponent after opponent. Or Suhaib putting up a flawless performance. Or Sher in a prefect uniform.
Blazer Boy's crazy exploits will come to an end now. That blazer will represent one less thing in his life. No more intellect/crime -fighting exploits. So tomorrow, he's back to his secret but no doubt lame identity, he'll put on his blazer, hold his head up (in spite of his dignity destroying, soul-sapping wild hair) and keep his eye on his Rajesh-trackker(insert fancy GPS techie jargon here).
But one thing, just like it started, and ending the same way too, hasnt and never will change throughout our friendly, over-tanned superhero's exploits...........
- She still looks hot in a prefect uniform-
Is it a bird? A plane? A bad superhero movie? A cybernetic time travelling organism fond of sequels and politics? No its Kumar! Oops, no. Wait, that looks like, eh, sure or not? Lets beat him up and temporarily kidnap him.......oh wait, black? Yeah, thats Albert. What? Not wearing his underwear on the outside?! Nawh, a blazer wearing superhero is absurd enough.
The great but no doubt strange exploits of Blazer Boy cannot go unnoticed people. He braved a fashion show during the school IU day(which was a PROFITABLE blast), even when he was a fashion disaster. "Gasp" !!
He has to fend off girls with horrible taste, and expressing it in tamil(the horror), or worse, in BM. "Saya cinta padamu!" Ya, dia cinta pada dia juga. This where the powers of cowardice comes in to truly test his hide and seek skills(our brave superhero is avoiding her).
Our superhero had loads of fun with his beloved sidekicks(sorry for the insult debate members), making other teams look like shit in debate. It was incredible fun. They beat out 61 other schools, including last year's champion. So its been totally worth while. Especially the skipping EST and English part. Wonder if she'll still let us skip........
Blazer Boy thanks you, Suhaib, Shereena, and Tess, for giving this period of his life temporary meaning. He did what he loved doing, with people who were worth doing it with, and together they kicked some fine ass all the way to the semi final.
So Blazer Boy has seen the climax of his life. His whole banal existance was worth while just for the last couple of months. From now on, its a long way down the from the peak of the graph. Blazer Boy had never, and could never, ever have seen this climax coming. Or imagine Tess as hot when she slaughters opponent after opponent. Or Suhaib putting up a flawless performance. Or Sher in a prefect uniform.
Blazer Boy's crazy exploits will come to an end now. That blazer will represent one less thing in his life. No more intellect/crime -fighting exploits. So tomorrow, he's back to his secret but no doubt lame identity, he'll put on his blazer, hold his head up (in spite of his dignity destroying, soul-sapping wild hair) and keep his eye on his Rajesh-trackker(insert fancy GPS techie jargon here).
But one thing, just like it started, and ending the same way too, hasnt and never will change throughout our friendly, over-tanned superhero's exploits...........
- She still looks hot in a prefect uniform-
Friday, March 30, 2007
Cure for depression=Beating a private school and almost getting drunk
Losing puts things into perspective. It does. Its amazing how you twist the reality to accept a bummer in life. We totally lost on purpose. We gave it to them. Yeah.
Well, here Albert must thank his fellow debaters, for beating Sri Sedaya. At least they still have Taylors. They are now one step closer to winning it. It was so wonderfully efficient. Albert had the script down to perfection. He pre-empted what the opposition would come up with, and cleverly put it as the last point of their own script, so with all the immaculate timing, just when the opposition thought they had got them with the "uniform within a uniform" thing, Tess banged them back with meritocracy. Albert loves big words. Shereena was super fluent, and as much as Shereena wont admit it, Albert came up with a couple of good last-minute-rebuttals that she used both in her 2nd speaker speech, AND her reply speech.
He also like to thank another girl, and maybe apologise to certain extent to her, because sometimes, its easy to get blindsided when he has a pretty thing in a short skirt, soo much so that he forgets the real friends. The past week has been a real reality check.
Bottomline, SS17 beat Sri Sedaya. Cheers for free education!!
He's sure you're all sick of debating. So we move on to Wai Chun's b-day party( do you have any idea how scary it is walking in 17 at night, especially since a girl got raped near esso not too long ago).
Well, for the benefit of all who didn't make it, Albert shall try to describe the atmosphere to you. It was very Chinese. Only Evan and Albert were non-chinese( and considering the amount of self-depreciating racist Indian jokes Evan rattles off, he might as well be chinese). Owh yeah, Pn Chua was there.
But she was nice, as sporting as a woman of her graceful age would be. There was this semi-truck/stall called Fatman(the chinese are very frank people) Steamboat. There was pasta. And there was also an ice cream box. And, the main draw, alcohol.
There was a lot of fuss about the alcohol, everyone was so obsessed with getting drunk. The top 3 drinkers would have to be Boon Han, Christina, and Wai Chun. For Boon Han, Mrs Tuen(bartender of the day) had a special concoction they called AK-47. Safe to say, Boon survived.
Albert himself had a full shot of Tequila, but the drink didn't live up to the hype. Remember the margarita he shared with Manishya? That had more oomph in it. Of course, that could have been entirely been because of Manishya.
But Albert has to say, the only drawback was that Albert didn't get drunk, nor did anyone else(Boon could've been, but no one would be able to tell the difference).
To celebrate getting over his depression, Albert is gonna down a whole bottle of this strange, black coloured, drink. It doesn't burn your tongue, but it stings it, and on its way down your throat, it gives your this grating sensation, subtle and wholly pleasurable. Then the effects of this burp-inducing concoction of liquid and gasses with a high sugar content will be the only thing he can get high on.
Coke.
Losing puts things into perspective. It does. Its amazing how you twist the reality to accept a bummer in life. We totally lost on purpose. We gave it to them. Yeah.
Well, here Albert must thank his fellow debaters, for beating Sri Sedaya. At least they still have Taylors. They are now one step closer to winning it. It was so wonderfully efficient. Albert had the script down to perfection. He pre-empted what the opposition would come up with, and cleverly put it as the last point of their own script, so with all the immaculate timing, just when the opposition thought they had got them with the "uniform within a uniform" thing, Tess banged them back with meritocracy. Albert loves big words. Shereena was super fluent, and as much as Shereena wont admit it, Albert came up with a couple of good last-minute-rebuttals that she used both in her 2nd speaker speech, AND her reply speech.
He also like to thank another girl, and maybe apologise to certain extent to her, because sometimes, its easy to get blindsided when he has a pretty thing in a short skirt, soo much so that he forgets the real friends. The past week has been a real reality check.
Bottomline, SS17 beat Sri Sedaya. Cheers for free education!!
He's sure you're all sick of debating. So we move on to Wai Chun's b-day party( do you have any idea how scary it is walking in 17 at night, especially since a girl got raped near esso not too long ago).
Well, for the benefit of all who didn't make it, Albert shall try to describe the atmosphere to you. It was very Chinese. Only Evan and Albert were non-chinese( and considering the amount of self-depreciating racist Indian jokes Evan rattles off, he might as well be chinese). Owh yeah, Pn Chua was there.
But she was nice, as sporting as a woman of her graceful age would be. There was this semi-truck/stall called Fatman(the chinese are very frank people) Steamboat. There was pasta. And there was also an ice cream box. And, the main draw, alcohol.
There was a lot of fuss about the alcohol, everyone was so obsessed with getting drunk. The top 3 drinkers would have to be Boon Han, Christina, and Wai Chun. For Boon Han, Mrs Tuen(bartender of the day) had a special concoction they called AK-47. Safe to say, Boon survived.
Albert himself had a full shot of Tequila, but the drink didn't live up to the hype. Remember the margarita he shared with Manishya? That had more oomph in it. Of course, that could have been entirely been because of Manishya.
But Albert has to say, the only drawback was that Albert didn't get drunk, nor did anyone else(Boon could've been, but no one would be able to tell the difference).
To celebrate getting over his depression, Albert is gonna down a whole bottle of this strange, black coloured, drink. It doesn't burn your tongue, but it stings it, and on its way down your throat, it gives your this grating sensation, subtle and wholly pleasurable. Then the effects of this burp-inducing concoction of liquid and gasses with a high sugar content will be the only thing he can get high on.
Coke.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Everybody hates Tuesdays
Has it been mentioned that irony has a strange way of screwing Albert from behind? Yes, if you do remember, it has been mentioned. Tuesday was a classic case of cruel irony.
For starters, it all happened in Catholic High, the school he was only whiskers away from being transfered to. Owh, the setting was "perfect".
He put his all into this one, more effort than he had ever put into anything. They won the coin toss this time. Maybe they shouldnt have, but they did, and they lost, cruel irony number 1.
In the quarantine period, Shereena asked him what was "globalization"? The topic by the way, was "globalization contributes to the development of third world countries". And she didnt know what was globalization, when her scripts were done for her(guess who), and the rationale was for her to be able to have more time to do research. What is globalization. Cruel irony number 2.
When it was Albert's turn to speak(he was third speaker), everyone expected the same old boring guy who nobody could understand because he used to many big words and had no X factor. Instead, the Albert that day was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. With an almost "I dont give a shit" attitude(well when you're in a sinking boat, hungry, pissed, flustered, dissapointed and insanely nervous, you flip), he became quite possibly the most "unobedient" as Tess puts it, debater who ever competed in Wira cup. One of the teacher's said that he was too "revolutionary" for the Wira Cup. Reality check over here-->He was crude, disrespectful(also known as witty), arrogant(or pompous as the third speaker from the opposing team puts it) and had absolute disregard for the rules. Well the crowd no doubt sounded their appreciation, one particular teacher laughed like she was watching an Adam Sandler movie. Adam Sandler movies are dumb. So whether the crowd was laughing with him or at him is quite open to debate.
Facial expressions-check. Non-reading from cue cards-check. Moving a little as he was advised to do after his debut the last time round-check(maybe a little over done). He remembered shouting towards the ending of his speech, as he was told to be more forceful-check(whether you can be funny and forceful is doubtful). And yet, even with his improved performance(depends on your definition of improved), they lost. Cruel irony no 3-check.
He is still debating you know. Time has already run out. But he wanted to win, BADLY. The timekeeper isnt happy. The chairperson is yelling "excuse me!!". The SU chief adjudicator looks more than ever determined to condemn SS17 to their fate(she probably thought that SU should have been there instead of SS17). But Albert cant get it out of his system. He needs to rebutt their points. Thats what he is supposed to do. If anything at all, he is suppose to save the day. Even if time's up. The crowd are still having a good time, he is very funny they think.
Its over.
But hey, at least he wasnt boring.
Has it been mentioned that irony has a strange way of screwing Albert from behind? Yes, if you do remember, it has been mentioned. Tuesday was a classic case of cruel irony.
For starters, it all happened in Catholic High, the school he was only whiskers away from being transfered to. Owh, the setting was "perfect".
He put his all into this one, more effort than he had ever put into anything. They won the coin toss this time. Maybe they shouldnt have, but they did, and they lost, cruel irony number 1.
In the quarantine period, Shereena asked him what was "globalization"? The topic by the way, was "globalization contributes to the development of third world countries". And she didnt know what was globalization, when her scripts were done for her(guess who), and the rationale was for her to be able to have more time to do research. What is globalization. Cruel irony number 2.
When it was Albert's turn to speak(he was third speaker), everyone expected the same old boring guy who nobody could understand because he used to many big words and had no X factor. Instead, the Albert that day was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. With an almost "I dont give a shit" attitude(well when you're in a sinking boat, hungry, pissed, flustered, dissapointed and insanely nervous, you flip), he became quite possibly the most "unobedient" as Tess puts it, debater who ever competed in Wira cup. One of the teacher's said that he was too "revolutionary" for the Wira Cup. Reality check over here-->He was crude, disrespectful(also known as witty), arrogant(or pompous as the third speaker from the opposing team puts it) and had absolute disregard for the rules. Well the crowd no doubt sounded their appreciation, one particular teacher laughed like she was watching an Adam Sandler movie. Adam Sandler movies are dumb. So whether the crowd was laughing with him or at him is quite open to debate.
Facial expressions-check. Non-reading from cue cards-check. Moving a little as he was advised to do after his debut the last time round-check(maybe a little over done). He remembered shouting towards the ending of his speech, as he was told to be more forceful-check(whether you can be funny and forceful is doubtful). And yet, even with his improved performance(depends on your definition of improved), they lost. Cruel irony no 3-check.
He is still debating you know. Time has already run out. But he wanted to win, BADLY. The timekeeper isnt happy. The chairperson is yelling "excuse me!!". The SU chief adjudicator looks more than ever determined to condemn SS17 to their fate(she probably thought that SU should have been there instead of SS17). But Albert cant get it out of his system. He needs to rebutt their points. Thats what he is supposed to do. If anything at all, he is suppose to save the day. Even if time's up. The crowd are still having a good time, he is very funny they think.
Its over.
But hey, at least he wasnt boring.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Crunch Time
Well, they won. Albert made his debate debut, in the Taylors debate, as 1st speaker, against St. Mary's, and they won. But it really isnt as glamourous as it may sound, the St Mary debaters were 1st timers, and they were disadvantaged trying to prove the Internet negative. But all certainly wasnt well.
The other 2 debaters told him quite frankly that he was not good enough, and persisted on it so much and were trying to come up with numerous solutions to this, even suggesting he should cut his hair. Suhaib even wanted to sponser the haircut. Thats when Albert started to ask himself questions.
Shereena compared the situation to that of a composer and a singer. The composer does all the work, makes the song work, and works with the lyrics too, but at the end of it the person with the better vocal chords get all the credit. You figure out who's who in the bloody anology.
It was hard doing anything for them after she said that. But 10 hours of reseach and writing later, here he was again, their speeches all nice and tidy, all 2000 words of it. You know what, Albert doesnt care. He'd like to go on and on about commitment, and responsibility, and all that other bullshit. But no. He simply wants to feel important. Sad yes, but thats the truth. Of course Albert wont tell you that, he'll complain that the others cant do it because of "splitting headaches", or limited intellects or whatever. But the freak secretly enjoys all this.
He enjoys their blurness when the debate teacher asks them "what have you done?". When they pass him nervous glances and almost magically, scripts are produced, research done, and Albert assures the teacher that there was ample "discussion", and all everyone needed to do was memorize the stuff. Doesnt matter how close to the actual truth this all is, its just very ego-stroking when Albert thinks that the entire debate team would go straight to hell without him. He needs his motivation. Its like how the neantherthal male get a testosterone kick when they bring home the bacon, or is the sole breadwinner(have you noticed how many fancy terms are attributed to this form of male ego stroking?), its the same thing. Of course, he wont tell you this, he'll just bullshit about responsibility and stuff.
He'll have to repeat this again for the district semi-finals for wira cup. If he doesnt do well, his team will lose the chance to compete in the district final. And his school has never gone past the semifinals of district, hence there is sort of a pressure to go one further. Albert screws up again, SS17 dont get into district final, and he'll be an easy scapegoat. More motivation.
Wish him luck for the semi-final. He needs it. For now he has to go. To write their speeches.
Well, they won. Albert made his debate debut, in the Taylors debate, as 1st speaker, against St. Mary's, and they won. But it really isnt as glamourous as it may sound, the St Mary debaters were 1st timers, and they were disadvantaged trying to prove the Internet negative. But all certainly wasnt well.
The other 2 debaters told him quite frankly that he was not good enough, and persisted on it so much and were trying to come up with numerous solutions to this, even suggesting he should cut his hair. Suhaib even wanted to sponser the haircut. Thats when Albert started to ask himself questions.
Shereena compared the situation to that of a composer and a singer. The composer does all the work, makes the song work, and works with the lyrics too, but at the end of it the person with the better vocal chords get all the credit. You figure out who's who in the bloody anology.
It was hard doing anything for them after she said that. But 10 hours of reseach and writing later, here he was again, their speeches all nice and tidy, all 2000 words of it. You know what, Albert doesnt care. He'd like to go on and on about commitment, and responsibility, and all that other bullshit. But no. He simply wants to feel important. Sad yes, but thats the truth. Of course Albert wont tell you that, he'll complain that the others cant do it because of "splitting headaches", or limited intellects or whatever. But the freak secretly enjoys all this.
He enjoys their blurness when the debate teacher asks them "what have you done?". When they pass him nervous glances and almost magically, scripts are produced, research done, and Albert assures the teacher that there was ample "discussion", and all everyone needed to do was memorize the stuff. Doesnt matter how close to the actual truth this all is, its just very ego-stroking when Albert thinks that the entire debate team would go straight to hell without him. He needs his motivation. Its like how the neantherthal male get a testosterone kick when they bring home the bacon, or is the sole breadwinner(have you noticed how many fancy terms are attributed to this form of male ego stroking?), its the same thing. Of course, he wont tell you this, he'll just bullshit about responsibility and stuff.
He'll have to repeat this again for the district semi-finals for wira cup. If he doesnt do well, his team will lose the chance to compete in the district final. And his school has never gone past the semifinals of district, hence there is sort of a pressure to go one further. Albert screws up again, SS17 dont get into district final, and he'll be an easy scapegoat. More motivation.
Wish him luck for the semi-final. He needs it. For now he has to go. To write their speeches.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Unforeseen and somewhat far-fetched consequences
Albert 2006: Normal boring prefect.
Albert 2007: Normal boring prefect + English debating zone champion + lead actor, scriptwriter, co-director of English Drama + Vocalist of a band( pending 2 upcoming gigs).
How? Albert has no idea. No idea at all. Debating all started with a simple favor from a friend( he did not even merit his place), and now, he finds his comrades and himself zone champions and currently 2 rounds away from being district champions. Albert has never debated before in his life. But how?
It all also started as a simple favor that Albert offered to help Sean write a script for drama. Thats all. And now with the competition 3 weeks away, he finds himself playing the lead, and co-directing.
It also started as a blog posting(B.E.A.T.S.). He did mention it to his friends rather casually once when they were on an outing, but they laughed at him. And now Timothy, Boon, Evan and Albert will be performing for IU day and quite possibly for the prefect's dinner. But Albert cant sing, so ho- dont ask.
It all started on Tuesday. Last Tuesday. They we're in the final of the Wira cup( zone), and after watching Amar single-handedly tear Seafield apart, you could say they we're abit nervy. But Albert has never seen Shereena( her attire needs no introduction by now) so determined before in their short acquaintance, but she wanted to win badly. Albert prayed Tess didnt read from her cue cards. Suhaib also had to steer clear of silly grammatical mistakes. And EVEN with chief adjudicators who dont know how to ****** flip a coin, and getting the lousier side (the whole topic was lousy anyway), they managed to pull it off. How? Well Amar didnt take part in the final. Why? Thats still a bloody mystery if you ask Albert.
On Wednesday, Albert met his idol, his role model. Mr Sean, his bible knowledge teacher. From the moment Mr, erm, Sean insisted that he was referred to simply as Sean, you knew you were gonna have a good feeling about this dude. This dude, he's about 27, and he took SPM in 2000. And he got the highest in English, no not in his school, not in his state, but in the whole freaking country. You could worship the ground he walks on. He also led his debate team to the State championship. He is currently a producer at 8tv, his credits include Malaysian Idol and One In A Million. He has also brushed shoulders with big name local artistes and the reality show contestants. Just how cool can a person get? And you know what, he is also an aspiring writer, just like yours truly. He also wants to see Albert's work. Fame and fortune beckons from the horizon.
And as for the gigs, well, they needed performances for both IU day and the prefect dinner, and because the band was already there, and they were simply short of a vocalist, Albert sort of offered his services. This was his idea from the beginning to the end. So yeah, he screwed himself over for this one. Its strange though, how a blog posting with a somewhat far-fetched ambition managed to translate into reality. To what extent it actually translates into reality remains nothing more than a fanciful notion( or a blog posting if you will). Just a couple of gigs? Or maybe they could go platinum in album sales. All this without any singing lessons whatsoever.
Then, he ran into some girl problems. CIG(cute Indian girl) A saw something about Albert that she wasnt supposed to see, which she told CIG B which she probably shouldnt have told, and CIG B blew it out of proportion and accused Albert of doing something which he did not do. Albert then explained that what he had indirectly done had inadvertently involved CIG A who did not do what CIG B thought she had done which she just assumed was Albert's fault when it really wasnt. Yup, girl problems are problems wrapped in a paradox encased in an enigma and deserve their place right up there with the great questions of life.
And so here he is. He has to make the drama happen. Pull his team to the district final. And sing. May God be with him.
Albert 2006: Normal boring prefect.
Albert 2007: Normal boring prefect + English debating zone champion + lead actor, scriptwriter, co-director of English Drama + Vocalist of a band( pending 2 upcoming gigs).
How? Albert has no idea. No idea at all. Debating all started with a simple favor from a friend( he did not even merit his place), and now, he finds his comrades and himself zone champions and currently 2 rounds away from being district champions. Albert has never debated before in his life. But how?
It all also started as a simple favor that Albert offered to help Sean write a script for drama. Thats all. And now with the competition 3 weeks away, he finds himself playing the lead, and co-directing.
It also started as a blog posting(B.E.A.T.S.). He did mention it to his friends rather casually once when they were on an outing, but they laughed at him. And now Timothy, Boon, Evan and Albert will be performing for IU day and quite possibly for the prefect's dinner. But Albert cant sing, so ho- dont ask.
It all started on Tuesday. Last Tuesday. They we're in the final of the Wira cup( zone), and after watching Amar single-handedly tear Seafield apart, you could say they we're abit nervy. But Albert has never seen Shereena( her attire needs no introduction by now) so determined before in their short acquaintance, but she wanted to win badly. Albert prayed Tess didnt read from her cue cards. Suhaib also had to steer clear of silly grammatical mistakes. And EVEN with chief adjudicators who dont know how to ****** flip a coin, and getting the lousier side (the whole topic was lousy anyway), they managed to pull it off. How? Well Amar didnt take part in the final. Why? Thats still a bloody mystery if you ask Albert.
On Wednesday, Albert met his idol, his role model. Mr Sean, his bible knowledge teacher. From the moment Mr, erm, Sean insisted that he was referred to simply as Sean, you knew you were gonna have a good feeling about this dude. This dude, he's about 27, and he took SPM in 2000. And he got the highest in English, no not in his school, not in his state, but in the whole freaking country. You could worship the ground he walks on. He also led his debate team to the State championship. He is currently a producer at 8tv, his credits include Malaysian Idol and One In A Million. He has also brushed shoulders with big name local artistes and the reality show contestants. Just how cool can a person get? And you know what, he is also an aspiring writer, just like yours truly. He also wants to see Albert's work. Fame and fortune beckons from the horizon.
And as for the gigs, well, they needed performances for both IU day and the prefect dinner, and because the band was already there, and they were simply short of a vocalist, Albert sort of offered his services. This was his idea from the beginning to the end. So yeah, he screwed himself over for this one. Its strange though, how a blog posting with a somewhat far-fetched ambition managed to translate into reality. To what extent it actually translates into reality remains nothing more than a fanciful notion( or a blog posting if you will). Just a couple of gigs? Or maybe they could go platinum in album sales. All this without any singing lessons whatsoever.
Then, he ran into some girl problems. CIG(cute Indian girl) A saw something about Albert that she wasnt supposed to see, which she told CIG B which she probably shouldnt have told, and CIG B blew it out of proportion and accused Albert of doing something which he did not do. Albert then explained that what he had indirectly done had inadvertently involved CIG A who did not do what CIG B thought she had done which she just assumed was Albert's fault when it really wasnt. Yup, girl problems are problems wrapped in a paradox encased in an enigma and deserve their place right up there with the great questions of life.
And so here he is. He has to make the drama happen. Pull his team to the district final. And sing. May God be with him.
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