v hv joy, v hv fun, v hv seasons in da sun~~~

Happy CHY

To all my friends who are still studying in Chong Hwa,
HAPPY CHONG-HWA YEAR...

Finally, i got my holiday, no need to travel anymore during the holiday. Anyway, miss you guys very much. Although there is no 2005 5S1 anymore, i hope all of us wil still remember one another. I will not forget the time i spent with u guys

A response to xinmin post: Next time ask pik hui to call me SUMMER.
okok...i fei4 gou4 already..hope to read more posts from u guys...PLS...at least post some "8" gua4 so that i can still keep abreast of the latest news.

A blessing to 2006 6S1: Hope to see more couples this year...If anyone see any potential relationship between anyone, pls help them lar..at least got news to "8" mar...

ALL THE BEST
JUNEJUNE
or pik hui so-called "SUMMER"

wish u all THE BEST^^

again a post created from taylor's library..aiyoh..taylor's library so famous ady hehe~
how r u all getting on? sure still missing us a lot ha:-)
life here..is so so..not so relax as wat i imagined before,but of cox much more free than the times in chong hwa..but dunno why,miss those busy times a lot,really...can laugh in the class for the whole day,laughing for nothing,can c all the familiar feces and smiles,can busy copying pik hui's hw(OH FORGOT ADY..NOW IS MERRISSA@@).. an interruption here,our dear pik hui had "created"a new name for herself...is so-called MERRISSA..pls call her tis name next time when u c her...hehe:-p ok,come back..really miss those times,miss all the things,even miss the desks and chairs in chong hwa arr...haha~
went back to the school tat day,saw all ppl busy doing hw,terrible..life there sure busy.add oil for all of u o...aza aza fighting!after new year ther r lots of assignment and tests waiting for me as well...we all gambateh together..keep in touch**
cny is coming soon..ya very soon..two days left..so HAPPY CNY TO ALL OF U..
stay tough and cheer up...do gather if ther is any chance>>
yeah! 5s1 is forever the best deeply inside our heart~~~~~~~~


posted by,
xmin

Special wishes from MIC

Harlo everyone? Nice there? haha...Here Mic first time using taylor's lab computer to post blog to our class blog...lol actually nth to do with it.

Well Chinese New Year is just around the corner, so it'd would be better for me to send my best wishes to everyone. HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wow, this is really a brand new year for each and everyone of us... hope this year will turn out to be a good and prosperous year for us la...Dreams come true ya guys! and not to forget, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YERING!! I m so sorry for wishing you this late, anyway hope you 're having great time there in london. take care!!!!

Adieu and miss ya~

Best wishes,
you-kno-who

真心英雄

那天华文节的时候，老师播了一段片段给我们看，内容是有关于一班独中毕业生到外国留学后的照片。背景音乐是真心英雄。超好听的。。。。我立刻就想起了5S1，那班永远也不能忘记的朋友。我看了下四周，只看见隔壁的娴慧，其他都是陌生的脸孔。好怀念哦，但也只能这样了。。

真心英雄

在我心中曾经有一个梦

要用歌声让你忘了所有的痛

灿烂星空谁是真的英雄

平凡的人们给我最多感动

再没有恨也没有了痛

但愿人间处处都有爱的影踪

用我们的歌换你真心笑容

祝福你的人生从此与众不同

把握生命里的每一分钟

全力以赴我们心中的梦

不经历风雨怎么见彩虹

没有人能随随便便成功

把握生命里每一次感动

和心爱的朋友热情相拥

让真心的话和开心的泪

在你我的心底流动
早就说了嘛，永远没有永远的永远才是永远。。。但也不能忘记，那些你以为你会念念不忘的事情，就会在你那个念念不忘的过程中渐渐的被遗忘。。同志们，加油吧！^_^

Happy CNY

The Chinese New Year is coming up next week. Much paraphernalia and stuff, new clothes, shopping, food, shopping, play, shopping, angpows, shopping!

Always the same atmosphere.

In 6S1, its pretty cold. Anyway, a happy CNY to all you people out there.

If want high-explosives call me...

Ardelus Nightmare-Bearer

Fear the Surgeon 4 - Fear Thyself (Ending Episode)

The lights came on again.

Karmen sighed.

The nightmare had become a never-ending trauma. How many times had she awakened to find herself in one piece, bound for a new series of pure evil.

Her muscles ached badly. Karmen sat up wearily and rubbed her tired eyes. She felt warm, the harbinger of a fever. Her eyes slowly cleared, and saw that her fears were true. The reality was a nightmare.

The inverted duplicate of herself was hanging from the ceiling right before her. Their faces almost touched, Dead Karmen and Live Karmen. Live Karmen was glued to her bed while Dead Karmen was hung from steel hooks.

Suddenly, it wasn’t there anymore. Karmen dropped back to her bed faintly. She became aware of footfalls, and in came two doctors. One of them felt Karmen’s radial pulse while the other noted something. Without warning, the one feeling her pulse slashed her wrists with a scalpel.

Karmen gasped, but no sound escaped from her mouth. She wanted to scream, to get up and run, but her body lay still. The doctors smiled gravely, looked at the clock and said,

“Time of death, unknown, to be taken to anonymity morgue.”

It was the worst possible scenario ever. Karmen’s mind screamed for the ability to move, but her body lay as still as a limp vegetable. Her eyes were wide open and she could only stare helplessly at the ceiling move backwards above her.

The morgue, the place where even heroes (or heroines) hesitate to tread, heaven of necromancers and sadists. Karmen recalled horrible stories she heard from friends about mad morticians mutilating, slicing, molesting, eating corpses with tomato sauce and such. And now she was about to create a whole new story, with herself as the main character.

Her stretcher came to a stop, and she was lifted unto a table, limbs strapped to the table like a frog ready to be dissected. A wrinkled face peeked over her, it was VERY excited to see her.

The two doctors could be heard laughing an alien laugh as the mortician carefully caressed Karmen’s face. The door slammed closed, and only the mortician was left with her.

“Tender flesh, fresh flesh, and still warm, pretty, too. Let’s see what lies beneath the skin.”

The mortician reached for a pair if sharp gleaming scissors.

“Beauty is only skin-deep.”

Karmen felt the sharp point of the scissors trailing across her face, and stopped just above the eye. The scissors pointed downwards, then suddenly jerked upwards and disappeared from her sight. Karmen tried to move herself, and was secretly surprised when she found she could move, but the straps still fastened her to the table.

After a long struggle, Karmen broke free of her straps. Her wrists were painful, and the blood pulsation had slowed. She wondered how long would it take for her to die, considered that it is allowed. The mortician lay on the floor, the pair of scissors buried in his throat.

A voice sounded through the dark morgue.

“Question: What is worse than a sadistic mortician?”

The mortician sprang to its feet, its dead eyes stared emptily at Karmen.

“Answer: A DEAD, sadistic mortician. Have fun.”

The mortician pulled a switch and Karmen fell into a hole. She could barely see in the dim light. Movement of her hands were greatly reduced due to the severed wrists. In the dark, she felt something grab hold of her leg. Instinctively, she gave a back kick but kicked nothing. Taking a closer look, the thing grabbing her was only a hand, nothing else. Karmen stomped her legs until it broke into fragments of bones and flesh.

She had no time to savor her victory. She felt a thousand squirms all over her body. A finger was inching its way up her leg in the manner of an earthworm. Something wet was moving around her back, she pulled out a tongue and flung it away. Numerous eyeballs stuck and entangled in her hair like some trendy hair-clippers. Karmen trashed her head around and the eyeballs fell to the floor, bouncing and rolling with a sickening splat, like ping-pong balls. (Lee May knows this best, having seen a lot of ping-pong balls during her society)

“Having some fun, my dear Karmen?”

Karmen stood like a statue with eyeballs (crushed and uncrushed) and other body parts scattered around her. The pain in her wrists was overwhelming.

“Time to wake up, Karmen. Wake up and smell the ashes.”

Karmen opened her eyes. Her bed was trembling, and the ceiling was gray. She tried to sit up but she felt tight, as if she had been sleeping in a box. She rolled to her side and realized she was in her parent’s car.

Mrs. Lim’s face peeked over from the front and gave her a big smile.

“We’re going home.”

For the first time in an eternity, Karmen smiled in relief. Everything were nothing more than nightmares.

Mr. Lim pulled the car to a stop and the family entered a small self-kept coffee shop. Karmen’s appetite had returned by that time.

The old man that owned the shop shuffled over.

“Business is real slow here folks. Where do you fare from?” He asked friendly.

“Ah, just from the hospital not far from here. Our daughter had just been discharged.” Mr. Lim answered good-naturedly.

“What hospital? The only hospital around here was burnt to the ground twelve, no thirteen years ago!”

The old man’s eyes shifted to Karmen, and he turned as pale as a sheet. Karmen’s parents stared at Karmen with the same expressions.

“What is going on now!” Karmen felt something trickling down her face.

She took a look at the back of her spoon. More trickles ran down her face. Her left eyes popped out and fell away, followed by the upper-left quarter of her face, revealing a network of blood vessels and tissues.

The surgeon’s voice called out to her.

“The greatest fear, is to fear thyself.”

“What am I? Who am I? Oh GOD save me from… MYSELF!!”

A great earth-shaking scream smashed the twilight silence as a car could be seen hastily leaving the area.

Karmen sat in the shop for a long time before looking around her. The shopkeeper had fainted and was lying on the ground.

Karmen moved over and knelt by the man. She took the man’s hand, seemingly unsure of what to do, and finally gave it a large bite. It tasted like chicken.

Karmen devoured the man piece by piece hungrily. She would live on in that condition for the years to come, ever hungering for fresh meat, ever fearing herself.


End of Fear the Surgeon series.

Copyright of Ardy Quek Rui Ming



For those who wish to find earlier FTS series, pls visit my blog.
Amen

Ardelus Nightmare-Bearer

Its been one week since the school starts operating. As usual, the damned Form 1 critters suffered through their first week in this prison. The hustle and bustle of first-week-must-do stuff had come to an end, Saturday.

The school is still the same, except our class. 6S1 was not anything like 5s1 or 4s1. Clans formed right from the first day, the atmosphere was tense, as if Russians and Americans were stuffed into a tight room. To hell with that, 6S1 will never be united. The very air invites and invokes BATTLE.

Maybe its just me, without Mun Ee's gang and June's gang, there is no more glue to stick the clans together. Personally, I feel the call of blood everyday. 6S5 is just around the corner, damned people passes our class each day. Maybe its the ageing process, I lost the impulse to fight again, or maybe it was 5S1 that helped me change, I don't know.

Returned to former 5S1 class today, everything was still the same. Dust patterns, spiders flattened spiders, windows, aircon. The scenery is there, but the poeple are no longer there. Darkness gives memories a chance to form images, and so there I sat, thinking, until the worker chased me away, thats it.

My painkillers are all gone. Damned if I will buy another bottle of that poison. Dosage getting higher and higher, sedatives getting worser and worser, what the hell, I can take the pain without these drugs, after all, its only once a day.

If anyone is interested in knowing what the pain feels like, um, its like a thousand knives twisting around in the chest, slicing and stabbing, for 1-3 minutes depending on luck, and the inability to breathe or talk, eyes rolling back.

Enough for today, looking forward for a nice last year of CH, regards to all those outside.
P/S: Learn the scissors method for protection, class starts from 9th january, lol

Ardelus Nightmare-Bearer

They seem so unfamiliar to me...perhaps us.

Getting into this new year, everyone is having their own life. Life isnt great here, new environment, tend to meet new ppl but find out that I cant put up with the changes around me, be it my frens or my study environment. Really miss you guys so much and much and much. 5s1 is always the best u kno, as xin min said, we are the strong bond that nth can destroy it. I dun get to feel it tat much, until the day we all seperated and live in our own track, it's time to recall how much i need to appreciate all you fellows...I remember yesterday when i was sitting in my class, i didnt pay attention to wat my mentor was talking about, wat's reverberating in my mind was my frens' faces, all the laughter and sorrow, all the moments spending together. There are only 27 ppl in my class, compare to 57, much more fewer. Why is that so silent? I used to be in a such noisy but enjoyable class,but now wat i m having is a dank class, claustrophobic i should call it. What makes the difference? The people who occupy the classroom...! My class rep (monitor) isnt tat funny, like baby, brought us so much joy and fun. We tend to crack jokes in class, but wat happened here is in the other way round. This is an English-speaking skul, it's no longer that familiar to me, I'd rather speak in my own mothertoungue, tat is wat i normally communicate with my fellows my lads.

"Life's like that, i cant change it while at the same time, I need to accept it and practise it. God made us wat we are and we will always be wat we are. Just let it be......"

Still-missing-5s1,

Mic

大家要加油!

走进高三(理)一,虽然已经离校,却能感应到那种陌生的气息...
或许见到的不再是见了那么多年熟悉的面孔.可能今年每个人分开了,去到了全新的环境,我们都会不习惯吧!觉得找不到那么"同频率"的朋友们,会失落,会伤....但是大家要加油噢!相信每个人都能创造属于自己幸福的未来的~~yeah!孤单时,寂寞时,难过时,拿起电话,拨给曾经一起创造那么美好回忆的朋友,听听他们的声音,可能心就会踏实一点...
2006年,全新的开始,但请相信,曾经的回忆会存在我们每个人的脑海里,我们一直都会在...

2006年1月3日的高三理（1）

一早进到教室，有一股不想进班的冲动。不懂为何。或许少了熟悉的脸孔、声音。发现自己有些未能适应的感觉。庆幸的事，我们敬爱的老朋友们都回来探望我们，包括了欣敏、Kai、毛、文旋、碧慧、Joean、WC、美萍、Karmen、Mic.没有漏掉ho?

一切都改变了，但我相信我们的友谊永远不会因为“改变”而改变。所有的朋友，我祝福你们。All the best to you all!!Gd luck~

今年的6S1情况如下：
班主任 ：黄玉兰师
成员人数 ：56人 （28男，28女） *若笔者没有搞错

班委名单
班长 ：谢欣霓、林智渊、纪晓韵 （8.12 am正式通过）
文书 ：何维豪 （8.14 am正式通过）
总务 ：黄耀仲 （8.19 am正式通过）
财政 ：刘保金、梁国芬 （8.21 am正式通过）
学术股长：刘家仪、刘家惠 （8.26 am正式通过）
（组长）叶淑仪、高淑婷、梁奕钧、叶丽娟
体育股长：杜益颖、王耀莨 （8.28 am正式通过）
卫生股长：蓝正原、苏程康、郭瑞明、周丽贤 （8.32 am正式通过）
查账 ：关丽莲 （8.35 am正式通过）
康乐 ：麦佩均、叶娴慧、廖慧鸣 （8.42 am正式通过）
环保干事：杨育才 （8.43 am正式通过）
辅导干事：郭瑞明 （何时通过，笔者不太清楚。对不起啊，Ardy）

Turning Points: Life as a Parabola or Polynomial?

Life is like a parabola, when you reaches the bottom or the peak, it will turnaround - Anonymous

It's true that life goes up and down. I prefer to see life as an n-th order polynomial than a parabola. The reason is simple. In life, you do not have only a single peak or lowest point. Rather, in life, there will be a lot of ups and downs. However, like in mathematics, these ups and downs can be considered as the turning point or our lives, at least to my belief. We humans learn when we are in our highest point or lowest point in life.
Well, when we are in our lowest point, we will learn the way to survive, to make it through the tough times. A good example will be the real estate tycoon, Donald Trump who owed the banks more than USD 10 billion when the real estate in America crashed in the early 90s. Many people speculated that he will be heading for bankruptcy but today, he is one of the most respected real estate tycoon in the world. Moreover, he managed to establish his name as a brand that the whole world recognises.
This is a message to those who are currently in the lowest point of their lives to not to give up but to linger on the hope of going up again. I believe strongly that we learn the most when we are beaten and battered by life's challenges and tests. On contrary to my belief, in life, we see a lot of examples of people who fall and never learn to pick themselves up.They should remind themselves of the times when they learn to walk. How many times did you fall before you learn to put out your foot and walk your first step in life? So, whenever you fall tto your lowest point in life, you should try to take a look at photographs when you are baby and gently remind yourself of the times you learn to walk.
Of course, after crapping about the minimum points dwellers, I must also mention those who are in the peak of their lives. When you are on the peak of your live or success, you should remember a saying:

Respect the people you meet when you are on your way up because you will meet them again when you are on your way down - Anonymous

We must always learn to respect the people whom we meet while we are going up. These people maybe your friends, teachers, foes or family. No matter who they are, they contributed their part in shaping you and pushing you to reach your success. When you reach the peak, you must constantly remember that when you are going down, you will meet these people again and they will help you to pick yourself up again.
From this point of view, you can see live as a cycle, the people whom you meet will help you to your success, and then you will fall, then these people will then help you to pick yourself up again. This is to convey a message to those who are on their path to success to learn to be grateful to everything single incident in life, to be respectful of those people you meet on the way. It doesn't matter if they are those that love you or those that despise you. Their presence has already proven to have a deep impact in shaping you and your path.
Well, enough of the mathematics and life. This is merely the food for thought for all my reader and my perspective in life's lowest point and highest point.

posted by kLcC~

Harry Potter's Different version (from Blueserver)

The following are some suggestions for ending the HP story. If you are a Harry fan, please scroll away as soon as possible.

1. Harry Potter takes out his wand, and points it at his arch-enemy, and screams, "Begone you evil witch of the west! Er, no begone you evil !@#$%^&*() (18-PL)" And his enemy blows up into a thousand pieces of flesh and gets eaten by the Monster of Loch Ness.

or

2. Harry Potter takes out his M-16 and fires away. The bullets were easily dodged by his enemy. (The Matrix). Harry throws away his gun, "To hell with M-16, alta vista, baby" (Terminator). harry takes out a rocket launcher and fires a rocket. the enemy is blown into specks, except the mouth. The mouth twitched and said,"I'll be back" (Terminator, again)

or

3. Harry Potter pulls out his wand, a green laser beam shoots out from it. he wields it as a sword. his enemy pulls out another wand and 2 red lasers shoot put from each end of it. They fought like Jedi warriors and finally Harry thrusts his wand at the enemy. The ugly mask of his enemy falls away. harry takes one look at the real enemy's face and his world comes down. behind the mask is, James Potter, harry's father.

Harry's fans, don't kill me, I'm just joking

Ardelus Nightmare-Bearer