zz. took my nafa today. did badly. didn't get gold. dammit.

In chronological order..

Standing Broad Jump
Personal Best: 261cm
Previous Nafa (sec4): 252cm
Today: 238cm (C)
SO screwed up please. i actually jumped 240+ but the stupid teacher say what the mat move, say i shift my feet forward upon impact, dunno wth is his problem. oh well. never train jumping so long, i suck at it anyway. didn't feel the same 'flying ' feeling when i was good back in secondary 3.

Pull-ups
Personal Best: 12
Previous Nafa : 12
Today: 8 (B)
I best when i did a few times the past few weeks was 7, so i guess this was good. I tried for 9, was like 5 cm away from bringing my chin above the bar, but just couldn't. Didn't wanna cheat by kicking my legs too.

Shuttle run
Personal Best: 9.5s
Previous Nafa: 9.5s
Today: 10.7 (D)
The worst of the worse. I was the first to go (started from the bottom of name list) so i was like the guinea pig. The first surface was too slippery, based on me running twice and slipping.
Then we went to this other place which the others could do but i just kept on sliding when i turned. Then it's like the slide chips a large portion off me mentally, and i have no more mental strength to continue doing it properly. damn sian. I ran this about 4 times with shoe, then 2 more without shoes. Couldn't improve on my timing

Sit and reach
Personal Best: 45cm (i think, i'm not very sure, but it was a B last time)
Previous nafa: 45cm
Today: 51cm (A)
The only station which i did above my previous marks. Big deal. So i can reach further. Not the highest in class either.

Sit-ups
Personal Best: 74 (secondary 1 =D )
Previous Nafa: 66
Today: 64 (A)
My pet station. Quite a good effort, considering i hadn't been training and it was the first time i was doing on a non-cushion surface since last nafa. (at home i train on sofa) Highest in class.

Back to Shuttle Run
I ran about two more times, but still cannot, kept sliding, falling, whatever. Then the teacher suggested using the standing broad jump mats for friction.
Then the first time i tried, i almost toppled over when i expected a slide as i turned. The friction was like , really high. Like 0 slide. So i almost leant over and fell when my foot just stopped in its tracks.
But i couldn't turn properly. I was freaking tired after finishing all the other stations and running for about 10 times this stupid sprints already. My turns all screwed up, couldn't improve on my poor timing. I finally gave up after my 16th try or so. My legs were so shaky i couldn't even walk properly after the 14th try. After the 16th try my legs were really hurting so i decided i should just stop. No point, too tired also cannot improve.


F*CK MAN. I'm not pissed just because i got a D for shuttle run, but because i tried so many times and couldn't even improve! and i kept sliding!! damn irritating. so anyway, there goes my Gold, gg.

 i lost my chem file. went to the passport place again after going there yesterday to update my passport photo. I asked the supervisor, asked the information counter, asked basically everyone i can ask, and noone knew of any missing files.

Thus my deduction is i left it on the bus, as christabel said she didn't recall seeing me holding a file. (i met the games comm yday at singapore post) so i'm asking kel to help me ask the amk interchange


It's a white, hard-covered ring file, with the word 'Saintadeia' on the cover. Inside are all my chemistry notes. My name is 'Alan Teo', it should be written on most of the notes inside.
If anyone is passing Singapore Post anytime soon can help me go there ask the information counter/ food court cleaners if they saw a white file.(as described above) I lost it yesterday, 23rd May.

If anyone is passing Ang Mo Kio Bus Interchange anytime soon please help me ask the information counter if anyone saw it too. Maybe bus driver found it and pass to them.
I was on Bus 133, which reached the immigrations building at Lavender MRT sometime between 4-4.30pm on 23rd May.

This request is open to the public, if you happen to stumble upon this and you are passing those places, please help me ask. The description is above in red. If you find it, please drop me an email at atqhteo@yahoo.com  , or just tag this tagboard with details on how to contact you.


THANKS! Please help! :/

this is a story by  my classmate who wishes to remain anonymous. it's quite random and quite funny so i'm posting it. it'll take at least 5 minutes to read the entire thing. enjoy :)

Newton's attempts to enter Parliament and run for President

1st attempt: Mr Newton woke up one morning, only to discover that alas! Mrs Newton had defied his strict orders once again and had tried beading a necklace on the bed before sleeping the night before. Furming, he bellowed: "PERA NEWTON LEE CHOO WAH! What is it with you and this ridiculous obsession with beads??!" Rubbing savagely at all the indented acupoints in his neck, he turned redder and redder. Mrs Newton sheepishly stepped back into the room. "I'm sorry, Isaac darling, it's the only method i know that can overcome my insomnia. Anyway you look adorable with all those beads stuck in your messy hair. So cute!"

"STUCK IN MY HAIR? OMG!" Mr Newton ran his hand through his hair, and his finger got stuck in one of the many usual tangles his hair knotted many places, trapping beads between the knots.

Everytime Mr Newton shook his head in fury, the beads jingled like sleigh bells. He was devastated. He plucked out one such hair and blinked away his tears.

He held the strand of hair with one finger, and as one teardrop efll, the bead slipped down the hair. He tried to look at his tear, then the bead. Then he went "omg, they fall down parallel to each other! why?"

"WHy? WHat why? It just falls that way what, 'its a law of nature" Mrs Newton began, but Mr newton went:

"nononono! it's MY LAW! WHEE!"

"Now come on isaac, dont' be silly.."

"Insolent wife, i am the world's brightest genius. How dare you call me sily? HRMM?" He brough his hand down hardly on the hair/bead that he just placed on the study table, and the bead shattered. sia la, damn strong.

Now Newton was really stupid, so when thinknig up of a name for his 'law', he could do no better than 'My First Law"

"Listen now, to My First Law - every body continues in a state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line nless a net external force acts on it." he said.

"Now go clear up the bed quickly or my net external forces shall be exerted upon every blessed head in this house. And then you will be eating BEADCRUMBS for dinner."

terrible husband, this isaac , yes?

When newton went to parliament to soay hello to the officials that day, he had to run for his dear life all the way back home before they could catch him and hand him over to the neighbourhood's friendly psychiatrist. Yep. Beads in a grown man's hair. WHat was he thinking?

 

2nd attempt: Newton had 2 children, Momen-Tom and Nette Force.
Natrually, Mr Newton, knowing he was in fact really stupid bu always trying to act smart in society, did away with baby name books and turned to Sec3 Physics Textbook(chapter3) for cheem names. Poor Tom oand Nette have (since birth) always wished they had never seen the daylight. Better still, they wish their father had never seen the living daylights too, but that's beside the point. ANYWAY.

Nette couldn't bear to see her brother grow up to be anything like their father, so she was constantly pushing for him to study harder, to work harder. TOm thus grew to become brighter.. and brighter.
And one day! He overcame all odds of heredity and topped the school for Chinese.
As usual, Mr Newton tried to show off his linguistic abliities, koped another's idea and crowned it his own. Unsurprisingly, "My Second Law"

"The rate of change of momentum of a body is directly proportional to the net force acting on the body, and takes place in the direction of the force."

"I am a genius!"

Nette silenced him. "DAddy, rate of change of momentum = change in massxvel / time, which is already waht Force is equal to remember? F = rate of change in momentum? previous page?"

"Insolend child of your mothe! i can enver make a child like you understand the berakthrough that comes with teh articulation of this law. oNly parliament wil understand/

So he set off for Parliament, forgetting to comb his hair and change out of his pajamas.
He barged through the doors of parliament, and before they could say "CRAZY BEADS!" he declared, " I have come with the intentions of being president!"

The officials laughed so hard, they laughed and laughed and finally, they died of laughter. The ma-ta then arrested Mr Newton for the murder of the court officials. "Under Act 3, By Law 145, you have the right to remain silent and anything yuo say can and wil be engraved on the tombstones of the court of law."

 

3rd attempt: Though Newton was in prison, he never gave up hopes of becoming president.
"Never stopped Nelson Mandela," he thought. SO he pressed on, undaunted by this big setback, and continued to scourge his memory for the Perfect Law.

Newton's cellmate was a sumo wrestler. He was sleeping so peacefully, looking as innocent as a baby. Newton drew close to admire his eskimo features.

Suddenly, the little giant began to stir.
"MmMmmmmmMMM. YAWNs"

THe sumo's eyes blinked blinked blinked. Then focussed on the petite, fragile form of Newton. The sumo's eyes narrowed, well, slightly at least.

"YEEWW. ARR YEWW mie Roomie?" (russell peters accent)

"well yes, i am Isaac, nice to meet you sumo," Newton replied.

"SEWMO?! ME NO SEWMO WORZ! ME I HAVE A GOOD FIGURE!"

"well sumo, you look quit efat to me.. "newton stated matter-of-factly.

"ME.. I'M GOING TO HAVE A BITCH FIT! HNNH!"

"snap out of it sumo! you're so retarded!" Newton exclaimed, slapping sumo hardly on the cheek. *whack*

"HNNH why YEW SLAP ME? HnNh!" sumo slapped Newton back.

So Newton said.. (surprise surprise) "My Third Law: when an object x exerts a force on object Y, then object Y will exert a force of the same type that is equal in magnitude and opposite in direction on object X"

"EH what talking YEW? Don't think i dont' know what yew saying. Now quickly translate into Japanese for me!"

Newton stared at sumo in horror, and when he couldn't translate his law into Japanese, sumo sat on him.

 

That's why, Newton never became president.

 

http://www.mindistortion.net/iwantyoursoul/?i_am=alanrocks

have you ever wondered what happened to you after you died?

most religions will say that you go to heaven or hell. Different religions have different 'criteria' for entering heaven, and if you don't meet that, you go to hell.
But let's just forget that for the moment, just for fictional writing's sake. Let's pretend that there is NO heaven or hell. NONE at all. So after we die, our spirits do not go to a higher (or lower) place.

Have you ever wondered what will happen to you after you die then?

I admit, i'm quite afraid of dying. I have so many things that i still want to do. I want to grow up, have a family, work, bond with my family. I want to say things to certain people that i haven't dared to say yet. I want to live.  It is quite nervewrecking to just think about what happen if i .. die.

I always have this scary thought.. that when you die, you simply lose all ability to move. ALL. So you can't blink, you can't flinch, your heart doesn't beat. You can't flail in pain, you can't wriggle, you cant squirm. But you still feel. When they lower you into the coffin, you still feel the cold and uncomfortable box. You still feel the clothes they put on you. The makeup they put on you.
You listen to your entire funeral service. You hear all your relatives cry. Your heart breaks, your eyes tear. But remember, you can't open your eyes. You can't move at all.
 The tight confined box feels like crap, you want to unfold your numb, folded arms, but you can't move. You're hot but not sweating, so that's even worse.
You get transported to the cremation centre. Fear and panic rushes over you. ARGHH. The coffin reaches the chute where they toss you into the red hot flames. You want to just sit up and scream and shout that you're alive. But remember, you can't move. They grab you by the arms and lift you up. You try to struggle. But, you can't move. They toss you into the fiery furnace.
ARGH. You are burning. The flames are licking your flesh. Bits and pieces get scortched off. you're in terrible pain, but you have no control over your body. Part by part.. they get burnt to ashes...


Ouch. what a horrible thought right. Then let's say after that happens, your spirit detaches from your body, and there is no heaven and hell. What can you do? Linger in the world. Well , maybe the first few weeks may be fun, peeping at girls/guys bathing or whatever your fantasy has been.
But remember, spirits have no control over the real world. Don't listen to those stupid Poltergerist shows. You can't move anything, you can't touch anything. You have something like a directional joypad which allows you to move whereever you want. But you can't touch. You have no hands. No limbs.  
After a month or two, you get tired. You want to do something. 2 months of just observing is torturous. Trust me, it's boring. You shift your directional joypad up, towards space.. but... you can't. There seems to be a cap on the maximum height you can go to. you're stuck on earth.
So for the rest of eternity you're patrolling earth. omg right. so boring.


ok. that was just for fun. i know where i'm going after i die. do you?

i know not many people like xiaxue's blog, but this post of hers just made me laugh alot

scroll down abit for the "

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

blog entry.

http://xiaxue.blogspot.com


enjoy :)

on a lighter note ,  here's an awesome video that all soccer fans and non-soccer fans must watch!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlwVihjQMJY&dpos=3

many of his goals are just phenomenal.. the defenders just take chops at his legs and he never seems to fall, and keeps on running. crazy!

   

if there could be one word that described exactly how i feel now - it would be whirlwind.

a whole mesh, whole mess of thoughts and feelings. emotions running high. i don't even know what emotions i'm feeling. ever had the feeling of being angry yet sad? i'm feeling that. and it's all stuck in my throat.

i can't breathe. i can't think clearly. i don't know what to think. i don't know what to feel. how do i avoid this? i can't. it stares me straight into the face. everyday. why must this happen all the time. it kills me

abstract.

is this blog. to put it simply - i feel super depressed now.

gg.  

ouch. this 2.4km is one of the most cruel and scary items of the Singapore Napfa test. 6 rounds around the grueling track!! 6! that is like 2x3! 3+3! SO MANY ROUNDS!
Ok let's try to draw the stupid track



Eh don't laugh. Damn hard to draw can. i used microsoft Paint then the circles very hard to draw.. must estimate correctly where to start then click+drag. Tried like 10 times la. And yes yes i know there are 8 lanes but i don't think i can do the stupid circles 8 times. so 3 is enough.


Anyway, i ran it today! and my timing was 11.56!!

Okok i know many of you are like.. huh. 11.56. That's damn lousy la you noob. go take part in the senior citizen's race maybe you'll be second last.

BUT BUT BUT. Before you start flaming me and spam me, let me state why this is an awesome , knock-your-socks-off timing:


1) I have never ran 2.4km on an actual track before.
This itself is a very big factor already. All along in school i've been running fixed routes, e.g. 3 rounds around the HDB flats. Then these routes tend to be shorter than 2.4km. And, running 6 rounds again and again is quite mentally challenging.

2) I have never ran more than 800 metres since last year, April 2005 (my sec4 napfa)
Longest i ran was 2 rounds around the track during PE. Excluding cumulative running from playing sports, this statement stands true.

3) i got stitches at the end of my 1st round.
sucks la!!! i was like 'omg im dead'. but i leant back to stretch and clasped my stomach and just keep running. it disappeared after a while but came back in the last round.

4) It is a 'C' grade, meaning i still have a chance to get Gold for NAPFA
wooohoo!


Ok , if you're still not convinced and still think 'alan you noob' then you can go off this page now bye i dont like you.

:) haha. ok fine, that timing isn't THAT great, can be better, but i never train la! If i train maybe can get a B or A. It's quite good already considering i didn't exercise much this past MONTHS.
Anyway, the experience was quite tormenting  (is there such a word), let's go through my thoughts round-by-round:

Round1 - 'wow, this is tiring. i wonder if i can keep this up. ARGH. bloody stitch. must stretch! ugghh. please go away stitch'
-passes the starting line. timekeeper says: "1 minutes 45 seconds"

Round2- 'omg!! that's damn slow. i sure drop to 2 mins later on one, then 2x6=12 minutes! argh. i must run faster abit.'
-passes the starting line. timekeeper says: "3 minutes 30 seconds"

Round3 - "WOOT. Ok in good time. but damn, i'm getting tired. grr. shit man damn tiring. "
-approaching the starting line again -
" oh my gosh la. i run 3 rounds already i so shack. and now i have to run THREE MORE!? impossible!! die already la. die die"
-staggered across the line, kept on running, didn't hear the time-

Round4- i think i passed my first girl here? i dunno. -panting-. " come on alan!! must control my breathing! come on come on. keep moving those legs! zz. i feel like walking. " -passes someone who is walking- "argh temptation!!"
-fatigue overwhelmed me and i was unable to hear the time as i passed the starting line-

Round5 - "im dying. help. "  i passed one or two girls. -panting heavily- "zz i'm gonna die la. NOO. CANNOT GIVE UP. argh!! gogogo!! "
-my heart was beating too loudly and my lungs were on fire and i was too tired to even see the time keeper as i crossed the starting line-

FINALROUND - "shit final round.. must sprint! come on" - passes 2-3 girls. 2 guys pass me. 'must... sprint.. zz. cannot la. buay da han. i'm gonna collapse and faint. NONONO CANNOT. GOGO ALAN. ARGH. " -panting very heavily-
-stitch returns, this time quite sharp pain-
"ARGH DAMN STITCH. NO.. I AM... NOT... GONNA ... GIVE UP..."
-approaching the final bend to the finishing line-
"come on!! keep moving those legs!"
-hears someone's footsteps behind me-
"whoever it is dont let that bugger catch me! ROAR! ahh!! chiong ar!! fire in the hole!"
-staggers across finishing line.. hears my timing.. woohoo... staggers towards the grandstands step.. falls flat there. clutches stomach in pain. -
"ouch."




:) and that concludes another wonderful blog of alan. wahaha. hope you enjoyed my nonsense. good night :)

Friday - went all the way to University Cultural Centre (in NUS) in Clementi to watch some stupid school drama play for 10 bucks that Kang forced us to go for. It was a double bill, 2 plays. Guess what? i left after the first one. it was SO boring please. some war story. zz

took a bus to outram park.. so long. .i think 45 minutes. They should put boosters on buses that travel at night and have little passengers. vrroOOOooom. scared all the other speeding cars away. because the bus has bigger mass, assuming they're all moving at the same acceleration, F=ma, the other cars will lugi and kena bang harder.

Then by the principle of conservation of momentum, Since if the bus moves faster and is heavier, it'll own the little cars if they crash, transferring alot of momentum in their direction.

Ok that was just me showing off my Physics knowledge. JC sucks. ohwell.


Saturday.
Wow, wasted so much time. i played computer games like 70% of the time. the other 25% i was studying, 5% i was eating.

And thinking about something that's bothering me.