Wishing everyone out there, a Happy Hari Raya.
See you all, next week.
West Side Story's coming out fine, and I really think we're gonna reach the standard that we're all aiming for.
Good luck everyone & Cheers!
Man, I love the cha-cha scene - it's simple, slow and the music is lovely.
Been jumping over & kicking Jets in the gut, looking at you David. Dancing with a Shark girl. Yeah, I'm a rebel.
One of Us, One of Them is out and man, it's one helluva third episode.
Heroes is definitely gonna raise questions - and eyebrows.
If you haven't already noticed.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Not Much
Babysitting the little tykes right now.
Megan's four, and she can spell! I was shocked, really.
The Ladder.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
In Light Of
Monthly Tests are over, and all I can say is the papers were doable. Sorry mum but I can't promise any A's.
It's been a really busy and tiring week - and the week isn't even over yet! Monthly Tests, Production practises, chinese drums, emcee-ing, event organizing, etc.
At the Emcee Stand...
Bernard: Did you know there would be parents coming?!?
Bryna: No! Even my own mum is here!
Bernard: What in blue blazes --
Babysitting, my adorable cousins right now. They say hwello. :)
I love being able to watch them grow.
Phoebe Ly for some strange stroke of fate always seems to be partnering up with me. Take production practises for instance: Ms. Judi keeps partnering us up for both the fight scenes and the gym scene (we're dance partners for that). During the Rumble Weekend, we were mambo partners too - plus we've been emcees together. Tell you the truth, we're just friends - and all this really just supports that fact.
Oh, and she's my date for prom.
Heroes Volume 3: Villains is up. Have you seen it? If not, you're missing out. Truly, you are.
It's friggin' awesome.
The one thing I'm missing is in your eyes.
It's been a really busy and tiring week - and the week isn't even over yet! Monthly Tests, Production practises, chinese drums, emcee-ing, event organizing, etc.
At the Emcee Stand...
Bernard: Did you know there would be parents coming?!?
Bryna: No! Even my own mum is here!
Bernard: What in blue blazes --
Babysitting, my adorable cousins right now. They say hwello. :)
I love being able to watch them grow.
Phoebe Ly for some strange stroke of fate always seems to be partnering up with me. Take production practises for instance: Ms. Judi keeps partnering us up for both the fight scenes and the gym scene (we're dance partners for that). During the Rumble Weekend, we were mambo partners too - plus we've been emcees together. Tell you the truth, we're just friends - and all this really just supports that fact.
Oh, and she's my date for prom.
Heroes Volume 3: Villains is up. Have you seen it? If not, you're missing out. Truly, you are.
It's friggin' awesome.
The one thing I'm missing is in your eyes.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Shatterpoint
It's this one.
Yeah, it's been a long time since this blog came to being on the 2nd of December way back, last year.
Right from it's conception, it's been (well, not literally) publishing posts on the life & times of Bernard Sam, your ever witty and sarcastic-filled writer, plus posts showing off his mad writing skills. Now, that's literal.
First off, wanna thank Ellya Sam & Kimberley for actually spending months (probably years) to get me to actually start up a blog. Thank you.
Then, Shermay Soon for this amazing layout. Yup, she helped add colour and variety to the layout, plus the cBox. Thank you.
Oh, and a big fat Thank you to you wonderful readers, who never cease to bug me to update and write weird comments on the Tagboard - which I appreciate, because clearly it puts a smile on my face.
And now, my other butt hurts.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Right.
I just woke up. I had a dream I was trying to catch these two undead werewolf things. One bit me on the butt. I became one.
Strangely, my butt hurts.
To Reach One Hundred:
One Post
Strangely, my butt hurts.
One Post
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Note To Self
I have to remember:
IoweJoeytenbucks.IoweJoeytenbucks.IoweJoeytenbucks.
GaoJyehasmypants.GaoJyehasmypants.GaoJyehasmypants.
TheCooldanceroutine.TheCooldanceroutine.TheCooldanceroutine.
Thenewmiyakepattern.Thenewmiyakepattern.Thenewmiyakepattern.
Slidingonfloorsisfun. Slidingonfloorsisfun.Slidingonfloorsisfun.
Bernardisawesome.Bernardisawesome.Bernardisawesome.
I'm sure there's more, but my brain's being the lazy tub of jelly it is. Work brain, work.
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Two Posts
TTFN.
GaoJyehasmypants.GaoJyehasmypants.GaoJyehasmypants.
TheCooldanceroutine.TheCooldanceroutine.TheCooldanceroutine.
Thenewmiyakepattern.Thenewmiyakepattern.Thenewmiyakepattern.
Slidingonfloorsisfun. Slidingonfloorsisfun.Slidingonfloorsisfun.
Bernardisawesome.Bernardisawesome.Bernardisawesome.
I'm sure there's more, but my brain's being the lazy tub of jelly it is. Work brain, work.
Two Posts
TTFN.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Things That Go Boom.
How was my day?
Like getting blown up.
And I mean that in the best way possible.
I keep getting these lovely sunsets of a blue-green shade, with one lone star glistening on the horizon.
During the tests today, there were these ominous booms erupting every so often. It lasted through the whole day, and yet none of us could figure out what was causing it. It sounded like it came from above us (though we were on the top floor), and every time it was heard it would appear as though it was getting louder & closer. Just as it gets louder it softens and fades. Then it'd repeat itself by getting much louder and more sudden.
Apparently, we weren't the only people who heard it. A Form 5 girl came up to our classroom to ask the teacher if any of us were dropping or clanging anything. I thought so too, maybe someone was hitting the window or was lifting the tables before dropping it. Thing is, it wasn't us.
When we were sitting for our Business Studies, the booms got louder and much more intense. Ms. Ellen, our invigilator at the time, went around to check out what was making all the noise. The other neighboring classrooms were surprisingly quiet. The strange fact was: the sounds were resonating from our classroom.
Ridzwan: I WANNA LIVEEE! I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.
Vikram: Dude, is the roof like gonna fall on us?
Ms. Ellen: Shhh, I'm sure it's nothing.
Julie: Bernard, focus on the paper.
At that moment, I couldn't help but think at any time a raging fire from an explosion would engulf the entire room destroying all of us - including our test papers (Yay!). I also imagined I'd save someone from some terrible, agonizing and horrible fate. Both daydreams, didn't take place. What, it was a Business Studies test. Any young boy in his right mind would start to daydream at any chance he'd get.
At the end of the day, none of us had figured out what was the true cause of the sounds. But one can't help but wonder...
I don't get you.
Like getting blown up.
And I mean that in the best way possible.
I keep getting these lovely sunsets of a blue-green shade, with one lone star glistening on the horizon.
During the tests today, there were these ominous booms erupting every so often. It lasted through the whole day, and yet none of us could figure out what was causing it. It sounded like it came from above us (though we were on the top floor), and every time it was heard it would appear as though it was getting louder & closer. Just as it gets louder it softens and fades. Then it'd repeat itself by getting much louder and more sudden.
Apparently, we weren't the only people who heard it. A Form 5 girl came up to our classroom to ask the teacher if any of us were dropping or clanging anything. I thought so too, maybe someone was hitting the window or was lifting the tables before dropping it. Thing is, it wasn't us.
When we were sitting for our Business Studies, the booms got louder and much more intense. Ms. Ellen, our invigilator at the time, went around to check out what was making all the noise. The other neighboring classrooms were surprisingly quiet. The strange fact was: the sounds were resonating from our classroom.
Ridzwan: I WANNA LIVEEE! I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.
Vikram: Dude, is the roof like gonna fall on us?
Ms. Ellen: Shhh, I'm sure it's nothing.
Julie: Bernard, focus on the paper.
At that moment, I couldn't help but think at any time a raging fire from an explosion would engulf the entire room destroying all of us - including our test papers (Yay!). I also imagined I'd save someone from some terrible, agonizing and horrible fate. Both daydreams, didn't take place. What, it was a Business Studies test. Any young boy in his right mind would start to daydream at any chance he'd get.
At the end of the day, none of us had figured out what was the true cause of the sounds. But one can't help but wonder...
I don't get you.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
To Put It Simply
Let's just say The Script's one helluva band with one amazing album. They're not brilliant, but they sure do beat the crap out of the other bunch of songs I've been listening to.
I'm hooked.
Download Worthy:
1. "The Man Who Can't Be Moved"
2. "Breakeven"
3. "We Cry"
4. "The End Where I Begin"
5. "Talk You Down"
I have this niffy souvenir from the recent Japanese Exchange Program - it was yesterday, in fact. I'm carrying it around with me on my arm and it'll probably last for about a week, maybe two. I personally think it's pretty slick. My thanks to Tasha and Melissa!
Wanna check it out? Roll up my left sleeve.
You have to kick the guy with the platter and TAKE IT.
- Bernard Sam (17 September 2008)
Now, I'm gonna tell you about the Rumble Weekend as the previous post clearly doesn't cut it. Stick with me here.
Group Consuelo wasn't the best group around. Far from it, really. But it surely was the group that I stuck the closest with. We had an awesome team consisting of Orchestra Members, the Dance Ensemble, Main Cast/Supporting Cast & the Production Crew. We came together not having a clue of who the heck each of us were, only to leave with all of us becoming much closer than we ever could perceive.
Grace Cheng: Our Leader and the one who motivates us all the way, enchanting us with her charisma and leadership.
Gabriel Tham: Funny, big (not fat - never) dude who simply loves to ram me. He acted as a member of the Workers' Union pretty darn well. He spoke in Mandarin to pull it off.
Penny Cheong: It's her Birthday today. Happy Birthday, Penny. :)
Wong Qi-Shaun: Henchman. We acted as Stock Brokers to infiltrate a heavily populated room to get to a suspect (more on that later).
Jennifer Kwong: She's really real cute.
Edward Ting: He gets the job done. Brilliant, really.
Momoko Uchimura: Yata! Kunichiwa! Ganbatte!
Raja Rafiuddin: He's coool.
Lavinia Chloe: She's incredibly fun and has wicked ideas.
Teh Gao Jye: Ohhellyeah. :)
Nazmin Btw Mhd Nazeer: She's real friendly.
Kevin Saw: He's like the one with the planning!
Bernard Sam: Oh, he's just so awesome. ;)
I've also probably shouted CONSUELO! too many times. My voice just got lower.
Don't judge a cupcake by its icing.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Consuelo.
CONSUELO!
The Rumble Weekend for Cempaka's latest box-office musical, West Side Story, was without a doubt amazing. Without spoiling too much for those wanting to participate next year, we had games, workshops & experiences that I'd like to think would help us bring out our "inner performer" (and train our brain to store those memorable three days in our little noggin).
I was put in group Consuelo - though I really thought I'd be getting place in team Bernardo. Odd.
.:: Team Consuelo ::.
We con, and we're swell.
Teachers:
Mr. Terence Chong
Mr. Harley Mead
Ms. Melody Wan
Members:
Grace Cheng Tsiao-Lin
Teh Gao Jye
Lavinia Chloe Chong
Edward Ting
Raja Rafiuddin
Penny Cheong Peg Ling
Nazmin Bte Mhd Nazeer
Wong Qi-Shaun
Momoko Uchimura
Kevin Saw
Jennifer Kwong
Gabriel Tham
Bernard Sam Mun-Kin
If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am? - The Script
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Let It Rumble
Three days. Nineteen rules. No phones. No iPods. Original scores. The stakes are raised. Make no mistake, the biggest production in Cempaka is about to be made.
Rumble Weekend 2008
12.09.08 - 14.09.08
On a separate note, I've become the emcee for next week's Japanese Exchange Program assembly alongside my little twin sis', Ellya Sam. People actually found it cute.
We'll be welcoming students, teachers and staff from the Aichi Keisei High School, Japan.
During the rehearsals today, I probably had the most fun I've ever had during an assembly rehearsal. There was no pressure at all and everything was just so free and happy. Brilliant, really.
My throat's been really phlegm-y, if you haven't already noticed. Thanks to that, my voice has become exceedingly low.
I tell you, I've had three people come up to me asking whether I've just hit puberty.
Personally, I find it very cool (partially because most people say my voice gets too high when I start to get hyper - I have to agree; it's uncontrollable, I swear).
That right?
12.09.08 - 14.09.08
On a separate note, I've become the emcee for next week's Japanese Exchange Program assembly alongside my little twin sis', Ellya Sam. People actually found it cute.
We'll be welcoming students, teachers and staff from the Aichi Keisei High School, Japan.
During the rehearsals today, I probably had the most fun I've ever had during an assembly rehearsal. There was no pressure at all and everything was just so free and happy. Brilliant, really.
My throat's been really phlegm-y, if you haven't already noticed. Thanks to that, my voice has become exceedingly low.
I tell you, I've had three people come up to me asking whether I've just hit puberty.
Personally, I find it very cool (partially because most people say my voice gets too high when I start to get hyper - I have to agree; it's uncontrollable, I swear).
That right?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Let's Take A Step Back
Ever wondered what I was like as a kid? Ever wondered what I did as a kid? Ever wondered how I looked like as a kid?
Look no further. These Let's Take A Step Back posts I'll be publishing will shed some light on my fifteen years of living. Some stories may be already well-known, while some are completely unknown to most of you.
As this is the first in the series, I'll merely post a few pictures from my childhood. They're not all the pictures I have of myself, mind you. I'm sure there's more (I'm still digging through boxes and boxes of dusty things).
Oh, and just so you know. I look different at different parts of my life - if you notice in some pictures, the little small boy has almost no resemblance or none whatsoever to me. So for who's who in them, I'll leave you to decide. Shouldn't be too difficult.
Next up: My humble beginnings in Australia.
Pull me down hard and drown me in love. - Matt Nathanson
Look no further. These Let's Take A Step Back posts I'll be publishing will shed some light on my fifteen years of living. Some stories may be already well-known, while some are completely unknown to most of you.
As this is the first in the series, I'll merely post a few pictures from my childhood. They're not all the pictures I have of myself, mind you. I'm sure there's more (I'm still digging through boxes and boxes of dusty things).
Oh, and just so you know. I look different at different parts of my life - if you notice in some pictures, the little small boy has almost no resemblance or none whatsoever to me. So for who's who in them, I'll leave you to decide. Shouldn't be too difficult.
Next up: My humble beginnings in Australia.
Pull me down hard and drown me in love. - Matt Nathanson
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
It's All Routine
Additional Mathematics is new to me. Heck, it's new to all of us (meaning the Year 10s). Though after the first ten classes, it's not really as hard as the first impression it gives. And our first impression was horrible. Horrible.
Mr. Edward Kulpa helps lessen the stress of it all. He's a pretty good teacher. Oh, and he's from the little town of Townsville. Yes, he knows the Powerpuff Girls.
But that's not what I'm here to blog about. Sure, having Add. Maths four times a week could be counted as "routine" but not in my case. It's the fact that every time we have our "Surprise Pop Quizzes" (we've had three so far), I begin my usual "routine". If you're a 10 Terran (1), you might have noticed. No, it's not cheating.
It's that little competition between Joshua and I for better marks in thus said quiz.
We do it all the time. It just comes naturally. It usually begins with Mr. Kulpa writing the first equation on the board, then either him or me says "Oh, it's on" or something of that nature.
Bernard: Hey, Josh. You know what that question says?
Joshua: Umm, what?
Bernard: I think it's saying "I'm about to whup your butt".
And when the results come back (Mr. Kulpa writes the answers on the board beside the questions), you can see our heads move at exactly the same time from the board, to our books, to each others books. We shield our answers at any moment we're not scribbling on the flimsy back pages. We just started from today to actually get one another to mark our answers. Stops the cheating. We've tied once.
From today, I rank 3-1.
We're such geeks.
Mr. Edward Kulpa helps lessen the stress of it all. He's a pretty good teacher. Oh, and he's from the little town of Townsville. Yes, he knows the Powerpuff Girls.
But that's not what I'm here to blog about. Sure, having Add. Maths four times a week could be counted as "routine" but not in my case. It's the fact that every time we have our "Surprise Pop Quizzes" (we've had three so far), I begin my usual "routine". If you're a 10 Terran (1), you might have noticed. No, it's not cheating.
It's that little competition between Joshua and I for better marks in thus said quiz.
We do it all the time. It just comes naturally. It usually begins with Mr. Kulpa writing the first equation on the board, then either him or me says "Oh, it's on" or something of that nature.
Bernard: Hey, Josh. You know what that question says?
Joshua: Umm, what?
Bernard: I think it's saying "I'm about to whup your butt".
And when the results come back (Mr. Kulpa writes the answers on the board beside the questions), you can see our heads move at exactly the same time from the board, to our books, to each others books. We shield our answers at any moment we're not scribbling on the flimsy back pages. We just started from today to actually get one another to mark our answers. Stops the cheating. We've tied once.
We're such geeks.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
That is Wicked.
First of all:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSHUA LEE!
I'm proud to say he's my best friend.
Also, I made a new friend in class. His name's Rizwan Dzafri. He's stayed in Egypt, Japan, England and right now, Malaysia. That said, he can actually speak and write all native tongues for those countries - namely Egyptian, Japanese (though he claims he's very rusty), English, Arab and BM. Then he started writing the names of a few of us in Egyptian! Friggin' awesome.
Bernard; it's read from the right to the left.
I went for the West Side Story (Cempaka's Production of the year) Dance Auditions. Won't spoil too much here - gotta keep the dark, brooding and fear of auditions, right? Not sure whether I'll be in this year, but well I'm hoping for the best, really. It was really fun. I was smiling loads, laughing even more. This year's production is going to be the bomb.
For more information, contact the Cempaka Performing Arts Centre (CPAC) now!
I've been arriving home very late nowadays. If you notice, I'm not exactly online 'till quite late. I was still in school at 1900 yesterday and my dad arrived to pick me up at 1845 today. Now it's not that I'm complaining, today wasn't so bad. I just mean, my dad coming late really got me thinking about things I shouldn't even picture in my mind. I was worried, yes. But in the process of staying back until so late, I've made a few new friends and talked to people I'd never imagine I'd talk to in school. Really. There's two primary guys whose names I never managed to get, but I still remember their faces (they left at 1828 - too late a time for two 10 year old boys). They taught me a few really cool magic tricks and we talked about all sorts of things. Not to show off, but I seriously think, I mix with kids very well. Then today there was Sharon Lee (she actually knows of my old school, shocking) and Melissa from Year 8 - when I left, they were still there. I managed to get their names this time, 'cause I actually took the time to ask. The freaky thing was when I introduced myself, they replied "We know." Dang. So we talked about production, secondary life and all manner of things. Tomorrow I have Cempaka Beat practise until 1800. Looks like another long evening in school. Hope I won't be alone this time.
Cause I'm lovin' it.
I'm proud to say he's my best friend.
Also, I made a new friend in class. His name's Rizwan Dzafri. He's stayed in Egypt, Japan, England and right now, Malaysia. That said, he can actually speak and write all native tongues for those countries - namely Egyptian, Japanese (though he claims he's very rusty), English, Arab and BM. Then he started writing the names of a few of us in Egyptian! Friggin' awesome.
I went for the West Side Story (Cempaka's Production of the year) Dance Auditions. Won't spoil too much here - gotta keep the dark, brooding and fear of auditions, right? Not sure whether I'll be in this year, but well I'm hoping for the best, really. It was really fun. I was smiling loads, laughing even more. This year's production is going to be the bomb.
For more information, contact the Cempaka Performing Arts Centre (CPAC) now!
I've been arriving home very late nowadays. If you notice, I'm not exactly online 'till quite late. I was still in school at 1900 yesterday and my dad arrived to pick me up at 1845 today. Now it's not that I'm complaining, today wasn't so bad. I just mean, my dad coming late really got me thinking about things I shouldn't even picture in my mind. I was worried, yes. But in the process of staying back until so late, I've made a few new friends and talked to people I'd never imagine I'd talk to in school. Really. There's two primary guys whose names I never managed to get, but I still remember their faces (they left at 1828 - too late a time for two 10 year old boys). They taught me a few really cool magic tricks and we talked about all sorts of things. Not to show off, but I seriously think, I mix with kids very well. Then today there was Sharon Lee (she actually knows of my old school, shocking) and Melissa from Year 8 - when I left, they were still there. I managed to get their names this time, 'cause I actually took the time to ask. The freaky thing was when I introduced myself, they replied "We know." Dang. So we talked about production, secondary life and all manner of things. Tomorrow I have Cempaka Beat practise until 1800. Looks like another long evening in school. Hope I won't be alone this time.
Cause I'm lovin' it.
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