he watches
he knows
he listens

hear no evil
speak no evil
see no evil

School Life

Ugh, school. Not really a nice topic to be talking about, but here I go anyway.

Well, so to better inform the global public about Singapore's schooling system, I shall go into detail on what I'm going through currently.

Every kid that's born in Singapore first goes through kindergarten, just so that they can get basic life skills and education. After that its primary school. Primary school is kinda like grade school in America, where kids from ages 7 to 13 go to school, they learn, play, make friends and stuff. Generally to get into the groove of school life. At the end of the sixth year, we go through a set of exams called the PSLE, or the Primary School Leaving Examinations. These are a set of exams that basically test us to see if we're ready to leave. Our results from this will determine the academic stream into which you will be going into in the next level.

After that, secondary school. Kinda like high school. Here, the teens go through four more years of more advanced studies, and at the end of the four years we sit for a set of exams called O Levels. No idea why they're called that. But the O Levels are basically a series of really, really important exams that can and will determine where we go after secondary school. A bit more in depth into the secondary school system, is that students are also broken up into three different streams: Express, Normal Academic and Normal Technical. The Express stream is for the majority of the primary school students. Normal Acad is for the students that fared slightly worse in their PSLE. Normal Tech is for those that did poorly in PSLE.

After secondary school is tertiary education, in the form of two different types of tertiary institutions: junior college (JC) and polytechnic. These tertiary places are places of further study. JC is simple enough: two more years of studies similar to secondary school, only even harder. Students study here for the two years then graduates. The other side is polytechnic, where students actually study life skills like nursing or animation or programming. They choose a diploma course and then study in the course for three years. After that, they graduate.

After that, well, its two compulsory years of serving in the army for the guys. The girls get it easier, no army for them. xD

- DJ

Holidays

So yeah, I've been on holiday for two weeks, catching up on sleep and games. Got two late birthday gifts, in the form of Max Payne 3 and Alice: Madness Returns. Two great games from two great friends.

Haven't had the chance to play Max Payne 3, but I did manage to play through Alice. And I have to say: I loved it. After watching a Let's Play of the first game, American McGee's Alice?, I also looked at some videos of Madness Returns. Loved it, been wanting to get it ever since.

I played it over two days, completed it with little difficulty. Loved the art direction, the way the story is told, the picturebook-like cutscenes, even the gameplay.

My holiday was otherwise normal, if by normal you mean still plagued with shadowy visions, loss of sleep and periodic coughing, then yes, my holiday's been normal. I know he's still stalking me, though how far or close by he is, is still a mystery to me. The Nightlanders, confident in naming them now, have been appearing in my vision more now. Perhaps they're warning me of something? Or perhaps their presence is a sign of my continued descent into madness. I'll never know. Such Eldritch things are above me, impossible for mortals to understand.

-DJ

redeem my sins
free me from my torment
evil beckons
he watches

Its June now

YOU DON'T SAY KEBDOABWFLEPWBSKJA-

*ahem*

Anyways, June is here. In a few weeks, I'll be going for surgery to remove an impacted wisdom tooth. The first of three.

I'm getting alone just fine. And by just fine, I mean thingd are getting worse.

Excuse my spelling mistakes, I have an iPod Touch. And my fat, Asian thumbs + small iPod Touch keyboard = spelling mistakes galore. I realise I've been making a lot in my previous posts, but I don't really bother. People still understand myi posts, right?

Anyways, elaboration: my sleepless nights have returned, speak of the devil. I've been getting stronger and stronger feelings of being watched, and sometimes I catch some shadows that move for a SECOND, before stopping. I've been getting increasingly paranoid, though nothing serious yet. My memory's also been getting poorer, don't know why. I've been forgetting little things like the songs I put into my music player, the homework I'm supposed to do, even things like the day of the week, and the current month.

I'm scared. I really am. I hope nothing else happens and you-know-who loses interest in me.

- DJ

le Sigh

Really now? Everything's gone quiet. I've been sleeping nice and well these past few days. What's going on? I hope this lasts, then I can finally rest easy.

Then again... I did have this weird dream yesterday. I didn't put much thought in it, but I do remember some details about it. So here goes.


Mmm... I remember it was...set in WWII. I remember distinctly that, in the dream, I wasn't me. I was in someone else's shoes, like a video game. I was...either British or American, I couldn't tell, but I remember that I was Caucasian in my dream. Hehe, an Asian dreaming that he's white, go figure. x3

I had an M1 Garand with a sniper scope and a Thompson submachine gun. I remember it was set in these...ruins. Bombed out ruins of a town, places on fire. Gunfire, explosions everywhere. Planes flying overhead, people yelling and screaming, bombs going off, people dying, smoke everywhere. It was madness. I can distinctly remember the feel of it all, the smell of burnt flesh, smoke, the sounds of gunfire, the smell of gunpowder. The feel of the gun in my hands.

I remember...watching these two blokes. They were Caucasian too, though I can distinctly remember they spoke a language other than English. I can remember holding up my gun, staring through the scope at them. My perch was up high, on some sort of bombed out ledge. Then I shot at them.

Now, this is where things started getting weird. I don't know whether its the fact I play a lot of shooters or something else, but I remember hitting one of them and watching a chunk of his health bar disappear. He had a health bar. And so did his buddy, the red bar suddenly appearing above his head. The two of them then whirled around and started shooting back! I could feel the thumps of bullets hitting me, and my vision getting really red around the edges.

Sounds like I'm describing a video game right? Like Call of Duty: World at War or something.

Anyways!

I remember firing back for a while, before the ammo in my rifle ran out. I had to abandon the rifle and then abandoning my perch. The Thompson was in my hands, suddenly, as I ran down into the still-burning ruins of the building I was in. I ran outside and caught sight of the two round a corner. With gun in hand, I ran out, spraying them with lead. I could see the red of their health bars going down and down and down until they both ran out. The two of them collapsed, apparently dead. I ran over to their corpses and took their dogtags.

Then I got hit bad. Boom, the gunshot came a split second later. Sniper. Apparently I had taken a hell of a hit, because I remember my vison suddenly growing black as I sank to my knees, then collapsed as blackness engulfed me.



Then I woke up.

True story. I have really weird dreams sometimes.

- DJ

Bleh

Welp, new entry in Marble Hornets. I didn't expect the hooded guy to reappear again.
Ugh, so bored. I really don't know what to do right now. School is getting boring. Having no games is getting boring. I really don't know what to do right now.

Well, at least I have my music, my sketchbooks, my pencils and such. But only during my free time. Otherwise, its just boredom city. Ugh.

- DJ