17-06-2008
Taylor's SAM Legal Showdown, overseen by Mrs. Wendy Loo, is back and badder than before!
Here are the rules:
1. Everyone in the class will be called to rise and answer a question based on the previous lesson, one by one.
2. Anyone may call for assistance in the form of up to 3 clues, supplied by classmates.
3. Should even a single student fail to answer a question, the class will be awarded no points for the session.
4. Should even a single clue be offered, the class will receive 1 mark for the session, assuming all questions are answered correctly.
5. Should all questions be answered correctly and no clues be necessary, the class will be awarded 2 points.
6. Notes or learning material may not be read or referred to by anyone at anytime during a session, except, of course, Mrs Loo.
7. Contestants are required to have fun and participate in good spirit.
Yee-haw!
Gustave almost lost a point for L1 today.
N00B!!1
Note to self:
Phrase to remember for the day- "Judicial Pronouncement".
Not 'Precedent'.
Everyone is welcomed to post in the chatbox regarding the Legal Showdown.
But remember, use your real name, and do NOT flame or insult anyone.
C'mon people! It's supposed to be fun! :)
Cheers to Mrs. Wendy Loo for... convincing us to study by awakening our competitive spirit.
I guess kiasu-ness is a powerful renewable energy source after all!
:P
Rock on. Rock hard!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
1330 in Accounting.
Alright, listen.
Listen carefully.
I do not know how much time I have before Sydney patrols again.
I am at Taylor's computer Lab 5, time is 1330, under the watchful eyes of The Sydney.
I am scared.
Things are falling apart. I have to get the news out before something happens to me by...sheer chance... or...accident.
Ms.Doh actually messed up in class today in Standard Normal Distribution.
CY, Yuen Chee, Michelle, SQ and I did an under-prepared forum practice thing.
Our topic was "Sex for sale, should prostitution be legalized?"
It involved pimps, hos, and penguins.
Yes.
Penguins and sex come hand in hand.
On TheNightWasDarkAndStuff.
Or...flipper in fapper.
Yeah.
SHHH.
...Sydney just said something about double entry...
..."I am not a comedian, don't simply laugh, I don't see anything funny. I am carrying out a lecture now, please take everything seriously..."
It's getting waaaay too hot.
Like.
12 noon in a tuxedo after asam laksa.
This is Gustave.
Over and ou...*CRrrrRRraaAAAcCcKkkkSsssshhhhh...*
Listen carefully.
I do not know how much time I have before Sydney patrols again.
I am at Taylor's computer Lab 5, time is 1330, under the watchful eyes of The Sydney.
I am scared.
Things are falling apart. I have to get the news out before something happens to me by...sheer chance... or...accident.
Ms.Doh actually messed up in class today in Standard Normal Distribution.
CY, Yuen Chee, Michelle, SQ and I did an under-prepared forum practice thing.
Our topic was "Sex for sale, should prostitution be legalized?"
It involved pimps, hos, and penguins.
Yes.
Penguins and sex come hand in hand.
On TheNightWasDarkAndStuff.
Or...flipper in fapper.
Yeah.
SHHH.
...Sydney just said something about double entry...
..."I am not a comedian, don't simply laugh, I don't see anything funny. I am carrying out a lecture now, please take everything seriously..."
It's getting waaaay too hot.
Like.
12 noon in a tuxedo after asam laksa.
This is Gustave.
Over and ou...*CRrrrRRraaAAAcCcKkkkSsssshhhhh...*
3,2,1... Epic Failure!
And it is on!
Gustave will be on music for the next few months to deal with stress.
He feels bad for a lot of stuff that he's done.
Really bad.
Like "Oh shit! National service starts tomorrow and I haven't sent in the deferment forms yet?!" bad.
In other news, a SAM Idol and Ten report will be delivered shortly.
Ramblings, epic accounts, pictures, and even videos of 2 Ding-dongs trying to woo the crowd with their phenomenal heart-beat altering singing!
Till then, Gustave offers the following as an appetizer, enjoy:
Oh c'mon!
Like you've never experienced that before.
That's what Gustave's been getting a LOT in the past few weeks.
A Berzonkers-donkey-load LOT.
Gee, at least now we know that listening to that little voice when you feel loopy at 2 a.m. IS a bad idea.
Seriously!
It always seems like an AWESOME, flawless idea on hindsight, right?
Sorta like...
"Oh my Ghaaa-duh! Why didn't I think of it before?!"
Cheers!
Gustave will be on music for the next few months to deal with stress.
He feels bad for a lot of stuff that he's done.
Really bad.
Like "Oh shit! National service starts tomorrow and I haven't sent in the deferment forms yet?!" bad.
In other news, a SAM Idol and Ten report will be delivered shortly.
Ramblings, epic accounts, pictures, and even videos of 2 Ding-dongs trying to woo the crowd with their phenomenal heart-beat altering singing!
Till then, Gustave offers the following as an appetizer, enjoy:
Oh c'mon!
Like you've never experienced that before.
That's what Gustave's been getting a LOT in the past few weeks.
A Berzonkers-donkey-load LOT.
Gee, at least now we know that listening to that little voice when you feel loopy at 2 a.m. IS a bad idea.
Seriously!
It always seems like an AWESOME, flawless idea on hindsight, right?
Sorta like...
"Oh my Ghaaa-duh! Why didn't I think of it before?!"
Cheers!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
When It Rains at 1 a.m.
The night was dark and rainy.
It began on the 14th of February, 2006.
It continued on the 10th of June, 2008, 1 a.m.
It concluded on the 10th of June, 2008, 3.06 a.m.
Ladies and gentlemen, when it rained at 1 a.m, Gustave Oon King Chuan took a leap of faith and fell flat on his ass...in style.
"But it's just the price I pay.
Destiny is calling me.
Open up my eager eyes,
Coz I'm Mr. Brightside!"
-The Killers, Mr.Brightside.
Or
I guess only time will tell.
Although a heart bled,
No tears were shed.
:)
Onward. Starbound.
It began on the 14th of February, 2006.
It continued on the 10th of June, 2008, 1 a.m.
It concluded on the 10th of June, 2008, 3.06 a.m.
Ladies and gentlemen, when it rained at 1 a.m, Gustave Oon King Chuan took a leap of faith and fell flat on his ass...in style.
"But it's just the price I pay.
Destiny is calling me.
Open up my eager eyes,
Coz I'm Mr. Brightside!"
-The Killers, Mr.Brightside.
Or
"Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start.
And I bet, and you exploded into my heart.
And I forget, I forget...the movie song.
When you gonna realise, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?"
-Dire Straits, Romeo and Juliet
Or
"This is how it ends.
We believed every lie and said we'll be friends.
How long will it last?
Before we scratch all the scripts and rework the past?"
-The Hush Sound, Hourglass
And I bet, and you exploded into my heart.
And I forget, I forget...the movie song.
When you gonna realise, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?"
-Dire Straits, Romeo and Juliet
Or
"This is how it ends.
We believed every lie and said we'll be friends.
How long will it last?
Before we scratch all the scripts and rework the past?"
-The Hush Sound, Hourglass
I guess only time will tell.
Although a heart bled,
No tears were shed.
:)
Onward. Starbound.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Music at Day's end.
"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."
-Unknown, found on a cool notebook cover.
Gustave does not want to wake up.
He wants to dream on.
Gustave has gotten all woozy headed past midnight lately.
Somehow.
Something.
or Someone.
Has been inspiring him to write songs once again.
The dream must live on.
Anyone with an hour or so to spare, and a dream, is more than welcomed to meet up with Gustave to exchange ideas and write songs.
Gustave has a classical guitar and a keyboard at home.
You.
Yes, you.
No. NO! Not you.
YOU.
(Blatant VI prefect reference)
Yes.
You.
Yooou.
Tch.
No.
Yes.
NO!
You la, macha!
The one with the tapping foot.
And you, the one with choruses bouncing around in your head.
Don't look around! You, the verse generating machine.
Gustave loves choruses but cannot really find verses to complete his songs.
So, drop a message on the comments or contact Gustave at:
017-LOLEvenstalkershaveGustave'snumber
The Last Duet on Earth
"In the future, music will be the only thing that matters anymore."
-Graham Annable, creator of Grickle
"People can't give you freedom, they can only stop you from exercising that freedom."
-Hasan
"I swear. I need a creative outlet so badly I can almost feel music notes blasting out from my butt. Oh wait. That's not music. Heh."
-Gustave
-Unknown, found on a cool notebook cover.
Gustave does not want to wake up.
He wants to dream on.
Gustave has gotten all woozy headed past midnight lately.
Somehow.
Something.
or Someone.
Has been inspiring him to write songs once again.
The dream must live on.
Anyone with an hour or so to spare, and a dream, is more than welcomed to meet up with Gustave to exchange ideas and write songs.
Gustave has a classical guitar and a keyboard at home.
You.
Yes, you.
No. NO! Not you.
YOU.
(Blatant VI prefect reference)
Yes.
You.
Yooou.
Tch.
No.
Yes.
NO!
You la, macha!
The one with the tapping foot.
And you, the one with choruses bouncing around in your head.
Don't look around! You, the verse generating machine.
Gustave loves choruses but cannot really find verses to complete his songs.
So, drop a message on the comments or contact Gustave at:
017-LOLEvenstalkershaveGustave'snumber
The Last Duet on Earth
"In the future, music will be the only thing that matters anymore."
-Graham Annable, creator of Grickle
"People can't give you freedom, they can only stop you from exercising that freedom."
-Hasan
"I swear. I need a creative outlet so badly I can almost feel music notes blasting out from my butt. Oh wait. That's not music. Heh."
-Gustave
Friday, June 6, 2008
She's back. Gustave Gems.
Holy shitake mushrooms.
She's back.
:)
The Gardens, MidValley, 3rd floor.
There be a place which is green in colour.
Gustave's favourite green.
It
Serves
Green Tea
in
Various Forms.
She's back.
:)
The Gardens, MidValley, 3rd floor.
There be a place which is green in colour.
Gustave's favourite green.
It
Serves
Green Tea
in
Various Forms.
Hey, that kinda looks like a pine tree.
Anyhoo.
Anyhoo.
She's back.
Back. BACK. BACK, BABY!
Break out the songwriting books and glitter pens!
Want a taste of how Gustave is feeling?
Is your jaw hanging open?
Are you drooling?
Have you wet yourself yet?
NO?!
Anyone who did not enjoy the above flashes, probably has deep-rooted childhood issues.
Possibly the fact that they never had the privilege of suckling on their mother titties at infancy.
Enjoy.
Till we meet awkwardly in Borders or a Green Tea Haven one day.
Rock on. Rock hard.
SHE'S EFFING BACK! :)
Want a taste of how Gustave is feeling?
Is your jaw hanging open?
Are you drooling?
Have you wet yourself yet?
NO?!
Anyone who did not enjoy the above flashes, probably has deep-rooted childhood issues.
Possibly the fact that they never had the privilege of suckling on their mother titties at infancy.
Enjoy.
Till we meet awkwardly in Borders or a Green Tea Haven one day.
Rock on. Rock hard.
SHE'S EFFING BACK! :)
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Dreams at 69 km/h
Gustave does not feel very Gustave-ish at the moment. He will now blog in first person.
Dya ever get that feeling. Like after you wake up from a dream. That brief moment when you can almost taste the skittles raining down on you.
Well, not specifically.
But that moment right after you are zoning back into reality, thinking, hoping that the dream be real.
And then, knowing better, wishing that the dream had never ended.
With my two week dream coming to an end, I too, am getting that feeling.
With the day of someone special returning drawing closer, my two weeks has felt like a dream.
Hopes of how everything would play out hollywood worthy.
Yeah. Kinda happens when you spend some time in a boy school and learn about romance from some tv-series in which teenagers are played by men and women in their mid-20s.
That hasn't worked out very well for me.
Hmm.
I wonder what the plural form of 'series' is.
No.
I am not high.
But my mind did wonder upon something after TF2 marathons.
Alright, let's see where your logic leads you.
Here we go:
Fungus.
Fungi.
Octopus.
Octopi.
Jesus
_____
I am not even gonna mention the word 'anus'.
Oops.
Kinda miss Jaya K now.
Anyhoo. More than one of my dreams kinda crashed into reality at 69 km/h.
I like the number 69.
And guess what.
Reality had her backseat seatbelt on.
Dream didn't.
And now Gustave is feeling that feeling.
On top of having diarrhoea.
After eating red dragon-fruit and nasi-lemak.
Shanti kinda gave me a reality check.
So did uncle BK.
And so did the Heavy Weapons Guy from TF2.
I am telling you, Vict, GET TEAM FORTRESS 2.
It's the best way to spend RM85.
Which is like...10 McValue Meals, as Calvin pointed out.
The Big Mac Chant NuffNang thing is not looking good.
People are obviously abusing votes. Things do not look good for Mission: Hollywood.
Hey, would'ya look at that, I used two sentences before hitting enter.
Anyhoo.
Gustave Oon has 58 votes.
Kenny Sia has 82 votes.
Combined, they have 140 votes.
Videos involving college chicks falling for college guys who can do the Big Mac Chant, Indian finger fries, and a husband cheating on his wife with a Big Mac in a non-explicit way have around.
Oh, I don't know.
1800 votes.
What the Fortress?!
One video even got 62 votes from 11.30 to 12.30.
That's 1 hour.
That's 60 minutes.
Hmm.
One minute...roughly the time needed to reconnect to the internet and sign up for a new NuffNang account to vote for your own video, wouldn't you say?
Anyhoo.
You know that feeling you get when you sit for an hour, watching ants search for and carry blackheads off your bedroom mirror?
Yeah.
Heh.
What?
Oh.
OH.
Um.
Yeah!
Me neither! Haha!
Just checking.
Heh.
Hey! Didja know that if you feed ants Pepsi Blue or Mirinda Orange their butts change colour?
Heh...uh...yeah.
No! Of course not!
Yeah, I wonder how someone would've found out too.
Anyhoo.
I've gotten better at doing stuff with a butterfly knife.
No.
Not that sort of stuff.
Anyhoo.
I like dreams.
Dont't like waking up from them though.
Maybe some dreams don't have to evaporate in sunlight.
Or fly through the tempered glass windshield of a moving vehicle.
Maybe some dreams.
Are just a glimpse of what is possible if you want it bad enough.
But then again.
Maybe some dreams are reserved for the privacy of your bedroom with your bolster.
Mmm.
Rhona Mitra.
I'll save the Heavy Weapons Guy wisdom for another day.
All you have to know is that he is:
Very Big.
Very mean-looking.
Very russian.
And has a Very Big Gun.
The word 'very' seems weird now.
Maybe it's the capital 'V'.
Till then. Remember to jot down your dreams.
Before they evaporate and all you can remember is that it took place in your primary school and involved a kid you met in BRATS camp and that video arcade you went to with a friend during SPM study groups.
And really bad tasting peppermint chocolate.
"Green Tea is like diluted Elixir of Life."
Onward. Starbound.
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