Sidetracks; Just an outing, and class t-shirts vs staff uniforms

What happens when you go to a place and your shirt makes you stand out like nobody's business? Well, that's what I experienced when I went to COURTS at Jurong Point today, and man, it was WEIRD. Here's how it happened. The day started off as a normal school day, although we weren't really having lessons today especially since half the class were gone for practical exams whereas the rest (us) were simply left in the class to do our self-revision, which is great because surprisingly we could complete more without a teacher than having one around, maybe it's just the release of tension, when the teacher's not around. After school, I went back home to take a nap because I was meeting up with Linsay later in the day to catch up on some revision on A Maths before the test tomorrow. After the revision, I left Linsay to meet up with my dad to go to Jurong Point (and so the proper story begins) for dinner and to look around some stuff I would really like to buy, heh.

When we reached there, the place was packed. I am not sure, it could be myself, but everybody I saw at the place seemed to be pretty upset over something, because their faces were reaaaaallly black, or perhaps they just couldn't be bothered to look cheerful even though there was so much stuff to look at. My dad and I headed to the food court to have our dinner. It's been SO LONG since I had the Jurong Point's Fish and Chips (it was my heck of a favourite since a kid, but then I discovered doubleboiled food so my tastes changed). The taste of the fish hasn't changed one bit even though the wok has been passed to a different owner. I'd recommend it to you guys if you are interested in fish that has tons of filling and less flour so it's really worth the money, and the tartar sauce is superb yo.

After the sumptous meal, we headed to COURTS (climax approaches), and I was taking a look at all the latest gadgets and computerware. My eyes fell on the ACER Aspire One. It was a mini-notebook, which basically has all the basic functions of a computer but the pluses are that it's really light and you can practically carry it anywhere to process your work and surf the web. I was interested in it because of the way it looked as well, it was really stylish and all, so I secretly marked it down as one of the items which I'd consider getting. As I was looking around some more, all of a sudden people started coming up to me and asking me random questions. They'd stare at me and ask questions about the stuff I was infront of, which I couldn't answer of course. APPARENTLY, my class t-shirt, the one I was wearing resembles the workstaff uniform which the staff of COURTS wear!! Man, when I realized that it was too late, a ton of people just started irritating me by coming up to me and asking me tons of questions without even confirming that I really was just a passer-by just like them.

And best of all, some of them asked questions which were totally WEIRD man! Example: "Excuse me, this computer here... does it work like a computer?" LIKE WHAT THE HECK RIGHT?!?!?! Man, I guess I could have messed around alittle and reply, "Yeah it's actually a tv with a keyboard to type the channels you'd really enjoy watching" and get away with it but I didn't of course. In the end it was just becoming a pain just being in the store trying to browse through the things when people keep tapping my shoulders for queries on stuff which I had no clue about. So a warning to my fellow classmates: "DO NOT WEAR OUR CLASS T-SHIRT TO COURTS, OR ANY PLACE WITH BLACK POLO-TEES AS A UNIFORM WEAR, PERIOD!"

Took some pictures:

The ACER Aspire One! I won't go into details with the specs, but it's hella good in my opinion!

Jurong Point has certainly changed alot since I last visited, it even has this extension of the place which is trying to look like it has a japanese feel to it.

Story #3; Chapter One - SIS

A cool breeze blows through the skies of evening hue. With a sudden squall every now and then, the doors of an old factory remains rigid, and it stands firm upon its feet, protecting whatever resides within it. Inside the high steel walls of the factory, the small clanging of metal can be heard from a distance as one approaches the center of the building. Within the darkness, small lights danced in the middle, with a shadow cast upon the walls of the place, giving it a mysterious feel. The person responsible for the lights and the metallic noises turns out to be a frail-looking old man. An old man with a young heart, he often claims. His name is Doctor Roger L.K. Mckenskie, famous throughout the world for his works on robotic sciences. Now why on earth would a doctor as famous as this be doing in an old run-down factory such as this, one might ponder. As the doctor removes a cloth from his latest invention the answer is revealed. As the fabric slid off the invention, it revealed a little girl. The doctor stepped back to admire his work. She was indeed a work of wonders. She may have been a metallic body once, but right now, as one sets eyes upon her, one would think she is definitely human. With her bright blonde hair, complete with curls, eyes of cobalt blue (probably the remnants of some impure substances), and silk-smooth skin, nobody would ever think she is actually, a robot.

Her name was intially supposed to be SIS, or Symbian Intelligence System. Now the doctor fondly calls her by the name Amelia. Amelia the robot is not the simple cyborgs you might have seen on televisions or movies. A robot with feelings, genuine human feelings, but this is just a presumption. The doctor still hopes that she might work, because if she does not, his past fifteen years spent cooped up in a rotten old factory and being ridiculed would have been in vain. He goes to the switches and begins to flip them. Slowly, a whirring sound began to reveberate throughout the room. The doctor looks on at Amelia's lifeless body hopefully. Nothing stirs. He continues to keep his hopes up as he tries the switches again. And again, and again. After a dozen tries, the doctor pulled at his hair in frustration. "It failed! I should have known! It wasn't enough! It wasn't enough!" he cries out in utter despair. Then he flew into a rage, tools began to crash onto the floor, the lights shook, and the building began to look like a warzone. The doctor sank to the ground, sobbing miserably at his failed experiment. "All for nothing... All for nothing..." he began to chant. He closes his eyes to rest. He had spent the past sixteen days and nights finishing the final touches, and now with all his hopes dashed, he just wants to close his eyes and simply sleep it all away.

A small tinkle is heard. An echo following closely behind it. The doctor's eyes remains closed. Another small tinkle, louder alittle this time. The doctor opens his eyes slowly. From the corner of his eye, he sees movement near his desk. At his desk, with her hands desperately grabbing the corners of it, Amelia was trying to walk. The doctor was stunned. It worked? He tries to regain his composure. IT WORKED! He ran over to where Amelia was, laughing heartily. He picks her up and puts her on his shoulders. Amelia, uncomfortable at being carried with such force, began to knock his head with her hands. The doctor simply shook away the knocks, turning around to see his invention. With tears of relief in his eyes, all he could mouth out was, "Amelia... Thank you."

Sidetracks; Have you found what you were looking for?

Hiya everyone, it's been awhile hasn't it? Recently has been a real emotional roller-coaster, especially with the multitude of tests and tons of other stuff to prepare for just as the final examinations are coming up, but it's to be expected I suppose. But I am not sure if it's because of this sudden urge for my teachers to throw at us a bunch of tests, but it seems that the conditioning of our mental state seems to be working. I look around and I don't see a single one of my classmates complaining about tests as they did before, I am not complaining much myself, although we still lament sometimes at the amount of crap we have to deal with, but heck, it's become a part of our lifestyle now.

On a different note, I am starting to get these weird feelings that life isn't interesting enough. Is it part of this teenage crap that we all go through? Somehow, it just feels as though life's become really mundane, maybe it's the way we have to go through all the studying right now. I really wonder how people get by just doing the same things they do every single day, I am not sure whether to admire their abillity to adapt, or just laugh at them for not wanting to make a change. My sister tells me that it'd be different once I graduate from secondary school, and I'll meet people from different kinds of backgrounds, I really wonder if I would. It's almost the same now isn't it? We all do come from different backgrounds, but it's like everyone is the same when it comes down to it in the end.

Man, these feelings are driving me nuts, why the heck am I wondering about such stuff when I should be just focusing on my studies huh? Don't worry though Mum and Dad, I am still keeping up the grades, but I guess I tend to ponder over such nonsense once in awhile, leave me at it heh, it's the way I am. I suppose these feelings just accumulate over time every now and then, because I really have no one I can talk to about some of the stuff that goes on in my head sometimes. Have you found what you were looking for? I am still searching for my cause, and I sure hope to find it soon.