Political Forum?

One fateful Saturday mornining, 5 insane SAJC students made their way down to the Kent Ridge campus of NUS for a Political Forum on the (in) Significance of the Elections. I must add that the idea of public blogging was one of the hot topics of the Q & A session. However I did feel that they speakers tended to over generalise any question citing blogging as an example to extreme comments which may lead to defamation and the what nots. I can hardly believe, after the whole thing was over, that I had been able to sit my ass on the lecture seat for a whole 4 hours without once dozing off for a noticable period. I do however admit to taking slightly subtle naps whenever the Workers' Party fellow began speaking/campaigning. It was qutie a fruitful session even though I admit to most of it flying over my head, however I am going to choose not to discuss any politics on my blog because of several reasons,

1. I know nuts about politics and not talking about it would greatly reduce me running the risk of looking like a fool on the International Web.
2. Fear of D-E-F-A-M-A-T-I-O-N
3.My loyal readers will be sooo turned off by the sheer boredom of it.
4. I think I have a more interesting topic to speak of.

MY, I find my capability of writing depleting rapidly. I can't seem to be able to think of any funny analogies, my postings are getting as dull as the Review section of the Straits Times, (see even that isn't funny) I don't know, I love reading blogs filled with quick witty statements which make me crack up almost immediately. Sometimes it seems like my ability to read, speak and write in proficient English are all inter-related. Somehow, as one improves, the others will deprove at such an amazing rate till I feel foreign to the language. However, I always did feel that writing was never my forte. Actually, I think I have none.

I hope I can get into the school I want to...

I decided to fulfill my name of being a Narcissist.

Just gazing and Sw0oning!

Oh what a beautiful day! Haha, I spent my lunch hour gazing and snatching as many 'discreet' glances as I could at a GORGEOUS J2 guy at school today. Well, I suppose my taste of guys may vary vastly from my friends like Feifei or Constance, but I don't care, he was simply eye candy to me for the hour, Haha... Anyways, this lil' laddie had the 'leng zai' or pretty boy look, I somehow seem to have this soft spot for pretty boys despite my friends' often vicious outcries for me drawing a liking towards such unmanly guys. I don't exactly go gaga over them or fall head over heels, but I suppose the fact that the media constantly surrounds us with softie leng zais that I get so surprised whenever I see a real one on the streets. Of course a tall, dark, gung-ho and intelligent guy will blow me off my feet much faster than a leng-zai would, it's still pleasant to the visual sense.

Oo, let me show you an example. It's not too clear neither is it very impressive, nonetheless, he was still cute. (And he painted my shoes!)

Look! He's cute and he can draw!

Haha.. Hey, I'm human too. What did a little swooning do to anyone? *Winks*

No place for a face like mine

My sister's performance yesterday was qutie impressive, well, it did exceeded my expectations by a bit. I was glad the musicians were good, I can't tolerate inexperienced or uncoordinated musicians! They never fail to spoil the show immediately. The only unfortunate thing was that they being 3 floors up caused them to be invisible to the audience. The hair and make-up was horrible though, I must say. The men looked gothic and the girls looked sleepy. As if that was not enough, thier hair was terribly done! It completely did not fit the era! Plus the fact that half the girls looked like they had just woken up!

Anyways, it was still a rather good performance, not absolutely fantastic, but not painful to watch either. I'm still proud of my sister!=)

All right, to get to the main point of this posting, I now officially have NO place to hide my face. Another common thing between me and my sister is that both our blogs have a posting DEVOTED to our father. Not for good reasons though. He utterly embarressed and humiliated not only me but the whole family yesterday! He brought this air stewardess friend to the musical, I do not really blame her, I mean, I think she's a nice lady and has no evil intentions or anything, I mean, anyone in the right sense of mind would not choose to be with my father (don't ask me why my mother chose him) The thing was he spent half the night walking aroudnd and holding HER hand. Can you imagine that!? I mean, I doubt anything goes on but the sheer act of it is so suggestive! For crying out loud there were aunties and friends from church!! I have no idea where to hide my face, my friend asked me, 'truthfully, who is she?' I don't blame her for asking me that. In front of your family and their friends, can't you at least have the courtesy not to flaunt the fact that you're a philanderer? For cying out loud where's his brain!!! AHH

I don't hate that lady, I think she may jsut be a a little daft but other than that, I feel that she has no evil intentions. Who the hell would want my father la, pay also don't want.

Anyways, I apologise if this 'insightful' posting is disturbing to those who have pretty families, I just need to vent. And since I pretty much have no more face left, I might as well throw it all to the ground.

Little India I am in

I recently noticed something during my short stay (hopefully) in SAJC, I am constantly and very often surrounded by indians and/or Malays. May I add that I'm not racist and I do not despise this situation, just in case you begin to think that I'm about to make some offensive comments. I do enjoy talking and socialising with them. Previously, my class in St Hilda's only contained 2 Indians and 2 Malays, (boy and girl each) what a perfect 'textbook' couple. Even with that measly amount of racial interaction, I was thankful that I wasn't in a Chinese school.

Chinese are practically the minority in class. In a class of thirty, about a third or more of them are Indians or Malays, cool eh? Just a couple of weeks back, we were told to do some group work and were hence seperated into groups of 6. Halfway through the lesson, it came to my attention that I was the only Chinese in my group! I find that being constantly surrounded by people of different races is really insightful. I got to know about Punjabis, Holi, a few weird cultures and habits here and there etc. Here's another funny observation, the Indians eat from our Chinese vendors daily whilst I (while trying desperately to avoid spending) eat prata everyday. Haha... Call me a miser, I don't care, the prata rocks anyways.

Oh hell, I feel so handicapped. I seem to be able to write in short, simple, unimpressive sentences today. I'm not sure if it is actually everyday. I think my English is really lousy la!! Shit. Anyways, just to elaborate a little more, I feel brainless.

HAH.

Delayed.

I wanted to post this the day before after I had gotten my results:

I want to go to China to teach Engrish.

Bloody blogger failed to publish my post and the climax is now all over. Damned technology.

Guess What!?

RESULTS ARE SHITTY.

I FEEL LIKE MIGRATING TO CHINA TO TEACH ENGRISH.

Truth be told...

Now I just came up with a catchy phrase to get your attention... Haha... All right then, Cons and Nat crashed today! To tell you the truth, deliberately breaking the school rules was exhilarating! Constance was easily spotted by friend after friend, perhaps it's due to her unforgetable high frequency voice and endless bounds of energy. They saw people which we all knew but I never saw in SA, it felt as if I was the one crashing instead!

I've pretty much decided to leave SAJC. Initially, I was pretty torn between having to leave if my results permitted me to, things seemed ot be going pretty well in SAJC.

1. I was in KI.
2. I wasn't exactly deemed a genius here but neither was I at the bottom of the pit.
3. I was around people of my kind and calibre, basically English speaking ones.
4. I saw/met guys who actually behaved and could think unlike those in SHS (no offence).
5. There was a rather strong Christian background which was familiar.
6. SAJC shirts rock.

Unlike the fact that if I were to go to a better school, lets say TJC, I would be

1. Be highly unlikely be able to do KI if I did want to.
2. Be in a generally higher level of competition with MUCH smarter peers.
3. Be constantly surrounded by Cheena people from SAP schools.
4. Not be able to have mass worship sessions in the mornings.
5. Be stupid and risk lagging EXTREMELY far behind.
6. Have a higher risk of suffering from depression and the likes.

The pros of staying definitely seemed to surpass the pros of leaving, but after much thought the last week, (not much actually) I decided that the prestige of TJC beats SAJC anytime. It's true despite how much you try to hide it, it's one of the top 5! Comparison is inevitable. I wonder if I'll be happier here or anywhere else, I've already began detaching myself from SAJC so as not to feel much 'pain' if a time comes where I leave.

Strawberrybananaraphobia

I puked strawberry banana ice all over my shoe. The ice was well melted by then though. Anyways, I was closing my eyes and puking my guts out as the familiar scent of banana filled the clinic's toilet... Oh how nostalgic. As you can guess, one cannot aim as well when one's eyes are wide shut and thus it resulted in a flooded toilet and a rather damp shoe. Advice to all my friends, do not approach my red shoes at face level, I have yet to wash them.

My flowchart of symptoms started during GP lesson, Mr Boring Turner (teacher) began getting fuzzy in my mind not because I was dreamily fantasising him being my prince charming but because my eyes were beginning to counter the normal process of allowing refracted light to form a normal image on my retina. I knew at that instant that I would soon be feeling like crap... And damn was I right. Pretty soon the headache washed over as I watched Vedika eat her lunch, despite her extremely tempting offer of Pampadam right to my face, I was unable at all to surmise any form of solid food being masticated by my then numb jaw. Thus, I proceeded to purchase (regrettably) Strawberry Banana Ice.

Having initially made a date with my mum to watch Geisha, I forced myself to sit in the library and wait for the time to come in order not to miss Ziyi Zhang in action, the scholars at my table were discussing ( laughing) the possible implications of Mr Case's quotation from the previous day of shitting pineapples*, to me at that moment, I felt like the bloody pineapple coming out of his arse. Trust me it sucks. Unable to stand a moment's longer of feeling like or thinking of an acidic fruit, I called my mum to come from Outram to pick me up.

Everything between and after the puke in the toilet is a blur. I felt like a comatose patient slipping in and out of dreamland, envisioning SAJC skirts, undone tutorials, pampadam and... Strawberry banana.

*Mr Leong had likend teaching us, the KI class during the precious lesson to shitting pineapples (I guess). Namely saying that we were in a pain in the ass to teach.

High time for an update.

Oh dear me, it seems to me that my brain is no longer functioning as clearly as I'd hope it would. Once again, my thoughts are fluffed up.

See, even the intro is so damn boring la.

Anyways, I realised that my AVID fans may miss me, and thus decided to write something whether or not it was worthy or not. Oo! I know! Let me tell you about the time my 14 year old cousin lost his mind and started behaving like an absolute retard! (I'm sorry ofr insulting all the retards out there) Anyways, it was not too long ago (CNY break in KL) when a few of us close and distant cousins were playing cards, Zach, (the mental one) started losing it and began talking in his autistic cum retarded tone of voice, he began talking like this:

Jack.. Jack of Spades is gooood.... cos is got Nuclear power.. (prolong the 'pow' when you say it)

or

I know you not lying... (we were playing bluff) cos you is don't know nothing....

All right I think this is getting rather anti-climatic actually, Oh I'm so sorry that I'm so dull!! Sorry la, can't think of anything funny to say....

I really apologise for this terrribly insensible, brainless, invalid and unsound post.