The Colour of the Flowers...

Today is cursed! Almost NOTHING went right for me, and nearly EVERYTHING screws up... I'm so vexed now... Tomorrow is April Fool's Day. You have been forewarned...

Anyways today is the day we bought our new uniforms. There seems to be something wrong with the tailor's measuring tape though. Nearly everybody got very loose pants. Systematic error at work here? My uniform is, of course, not spared (read above). Now I'm faced with a tough choice of whether to change it to a size smaller...

At Guitar, I fumbled, as usual... I can't even read the scores, and instead had to rely on abstract methods to obtain the tune of the song...

Talk about a cursed day indeed! Sick, head spinning, fumbling, having no idea what is going on... I can only look at the sky and ask "why?" (And hope birds don't fly over me and do their business.)

One Sheep, Two Sheep...

Tip: Never drink caffeinated drinks at 1.30 am. Unless you are mugging, in which case you have no life. Admittedly I lose my life sometimes, but I NEVER burn the midnight oil JUST to revise. I am definitely neither mugging nor doing anything meaningful now. So why did I have that forbidden sip of goodness? Because it runs down my sore throat and makes it worse? Or because I'm just too lazy to go out and get a glass of water myself? Either ways, I am paying dearly. How obtuse can I get sometimes! It's almost 2 am the last time I checked, and I'm still wide awake as ever. Just a sip of poison kills.

Bleh

Really sick this time... My throat hurts. Fortunately you don't have to speak to blog. The blog template is changed a little... due to a little... mishap. My template was replaced with an inferior default one due to my misclicks. (Don't hastily save your changes or change templates, Blogger has a nasty habbit of eating away your previous blog template and replacing it with their own if you do so.) I'm in luck: I had made a backup not too long ago so that I could restore the site (almost) its original look. Added a few bells and whistles here and there, refined some things. Minor quirk though, the blog doesn't show up the same on Previews as the real thing, even if you have saved and republished... That means I have to keep saving and republishing... A dangerous course, but do I have a choice? It's so late, and my throat is burning worse than ever. I gotta sleep soon. Signing off.

CRASH!!!

Today is half-day off. Of course, a half-day off isn't really enough, is it? So, of course, some of us sneaked out. Ha! Wouldn't have time to do what was originally intended otherwise--to pay a visit to the jc by the sea! Not bad, VJC is. Hope those who went over would enjoy their stay there. Of course, the TiCK is always watching.

Half and a quarter...

Tomorrow's half day off. If you call school ending at 12pm a half day off. More like a one-quarter day off. I'm so gonna make use of it! I'm prepared to embark on a pilgrimage right after school...

Headache, Heartache.

Reality hurts. Really. What was once a small, complete, happy family has been devoured of many of its members. Such cold acts of cruelty have utterly obliterated any sense of joy, any comfort, any false hope from the survivors. Partings are never easy. I'm refering to my 3 month old class... and our little faculty of double maths... It torments each of us with anguish with every person that did not make it. There is a shimmer of hope that some will eventually climb out of the belly of the cold monster that took them away, but the chances of all of them successfully making it are minimal. T'is sad, no? And to so brutally rip us apart... It's like us into a paper shredder. Worst of all, the timing of such events couldn't be better? Right after the holidays?! It's like slapping your cake in your face! Perhaps this is what's causing this splitting headache (and heartache) that I have now.

Dormancy

You have NOT seen the last of the Tick. Haven't been blogging lately, due to some matters of the heart... Really moody nowadays... Yet the Tick has mustered enough strength to make this post... This blog will go on.

Imperfections

Ah I have removed the one last disturbing image on my blog. The remaining distasteful design that does not conform to the highest standards of fine artistic taste. Behold-(nothing left to see, actually) the absense of the crude monstrosity that is the Blogger logo! The presence of a logo doesn't annoy me though. It was the design (apparently made to stand out like an orange ugly duckling in an otherwise serene flock of white swans just to draw unnecessary attention to it.) that totally put me off. Oh please! Only people utterly devoid of artistic talent would draw and display such a logo. It's a pity, though, I still see the blocky orange design as I write this post. That is a blemish I can never remove.

Okay, enough of me trying to justify my non-conformity to the rules. (I do run a risk of getting this blog removed... but who cares? Like a kid making a sand castle before the tides come in, I'm just having fun, ain't I?) In actual fact, I'm keeping tabs on my progress of learning html scripting (and deleting), and thus, sometimes cannot resist the urge to make such shameless boasts about my (newbish at best) html scripting skills. The elation that comes after untying a hopeless knot is just too great.

(Btw, for those wondering, it isn't hard to remove the Blogger logo. It has a tag saying, "In accordance to the Blogger terms of service, please leave this button somewhere on your blogger-powered page." In actual fact, it's just like screaming "delete me plz!" over it. So there.)

Facing Deletion...

In keeping my stance to violate every single rule possible that I find unworthy, I have pulled off a series of stunts and tricks! Be amazed (or disappointed) that you see the Vanishing Adverts Act. No, no, I don't pay for the blog's services, and yes, the horrific deed profanes and defies the very laws of nature, upsetting the delicate balance of nature, causing mass extinction of... okay, it only violates the Terms of Service, but who cares? Down with the rules, to hell with all warnings!

Remember, the very trick pulled off in front of your eyes is performed by a newbie html scriptor. It involves no illusions, camera tricks or whatsoever. It is very dangerous and should not be tried at home.

First Touch

I hate orange! Get that gayness off my blog!
Editing your template, to a complete HTML newbie, is like cutting the wires of a bomb you've never seen before. One mistake, and your blog gets screwed. Ugh the frustration! The despair! I've pulled out turfs of hair (not that I have that much hair) trying DESPERATELY to untangle the mess. So far I've managed to change the colours, and figured out vaguely (at least) which colour goes where.
If I can carry on figuring out which goes where, (hopefully) the blog will be nice and pretty. (Assuming I won't be driven bonkers by it first.)

BOOT:

Hey! My first post. First Blog. First webpage. There's gotta be a first-time to everything! Don't know much about this yet, still learning the ropes along the way...

And so it has begun...