Sugar and spice turns out not nice

That underdressed girl over there has a penchant for yelling and frantic clicking battles. Me, on the ground, is wondering what went wrong when i asked her out. Perhaps the swords weren't her favourite colour ...

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My mind has many sides to it. Perhaps that explains the random-like posts in my blog??

From me

Thought i'd brighten things up a little in my dull blog. This one's Terra, an exaple of good storytelling skills, as she becomes a villian that turns back into a superhero. Typicall comic plotline.

Exams are over, so a reflection

I have had fond memories of the time after the end of year exams. In form one, everybody went crazy with chess, playing each other, or playing something called 'Dots' which the old Thomians knew and i dindn't. We had something of a ladder system, where everybody in class was graded and everybody roughly knew everybody else's abilty in the game. Later i found out that it was based on an ancient form of chinese chess called Fate in some circles (the actual game used a wooden board, we used grid paper). I remember my first match, against Randy - the grandmaster of the time. He was extremely good, and i didn't know a thing about the rules, so i guess it wasn't much of a match in that he easily flattened me, with three huge attacks and a nice big empire that left me saying, "Huh?"

Within three weeks, i was the grandmaster. I was challenged by countless people, all of whom i crushed, through either brute force or shrewd trap breaking. I quit in form 2, after tiring from the various people begging for a rematch. And besides, i met a worthy opponent in Dane - he did me in with superior attacking skills, almost impossible for me to defend with the tactics i had invented when i was supposed to be studying.

Anyway, back to the after exam fun. Form 1 was good, but form 2 was even better. We brought walkmans and portable CD players, chinese and international chess sets, (i set up a game of risk that was the highlight of one of those days - Paul showed off his great Rommel-like mind and we squared off on a global battlefield after systematically killing opponent after opponent in two long hours). And then i vividly remember the time we had watching the Animatrix on Tay's iPaq - i was on good terms with him then, now i wouldn't mind using a well executed Osotogari on him. It was great. Great fun.

But then came form 3, and you'd expect the games after the PMR to be better and nicer than before, but noooooo it never happened. We told board games were banned, cards were banned, and were forced to follow a whole damn slew of trips designed to bore the nuts out of us. I didn't like it.

Now in form 4, i'm looking forward to seeing how it would be like. Games or no games? So far i've spent my time between teacher marking our testpapers reading A Walk To Remember, by Nicholas Sparks. It was so sad it left me walking around school with a little lump in my throat. Lovely, lovely book.