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.

Pictorials

Now I'm beginning to understand when people say they have nothing to blog about. I shall thus resort to posting up photographs from the trip the family and I made last year/month. By the ways, the sheer complexity and eloquency that is expected of me for the KI essays by the end of next year are so terrifying that I am inching closer and closer each minute to the thought of putting the whole subject down. I keep blundering when I speak, I actually said false truths. How oxymoronic (especially moronic) is that?



The picture on the left depicts one of the marble temples in the Royal temple, a place which we got conned to go to. Don't make me repeat all of it.


There was a school heritage tour at the Grand Palace too! man, look at the shoes!





Shit I suck at posting photographs. Ah, I'm not going to type or post anymore.

MY sister the Star!~

I shall cease to write about my depressing, dull JC life and now move on to a much more enticing subject. My sister is casting in the lead role of her University Hostel's musical. Well, as it is written, directed, produced, planned, budgetted by not extremely professional University students, I wouldn't say it is of Cameron Mackintosh standard. But obviously, it is of a reasonably high standard and quality considering it being done by amateurs. And my sister is the Star!! YaY!

Allow me to post up a photo of her, I think she would kill me if she saw this, haha, I stole it from her desktop, (That's for having shared computers!) She claims that she looks horrible or puffy or fat or ugly in all of the photos, but I honestly think it's all quite all right. I mean, everyone has their good and bad shots, It's just that the person who chose the photos is either blind, irresponsible or plain stupid. (I think it's all) Anyways, proudly presenting The Star...

The guy quite cute hor? Haha... The stupidest thing was they actually took shots for the website of him WITH an ear stud. Now how stupid can that be since the musical is based in the 1970s when men were not so senseless as to poke holes in their body parts? I was rather disappointed with the teams oversights in little minute issues which do make a big difference. E.g the ear stud, the costumes, the hair.. Call me a perfectionist, but these are some itty gritty details that just spoil your whole show!

Anyways, tickets are selling at $16, and the show will be running on the 17 and 18 Febuary. (either that or 16-17) Anyways, I know that most of you have part time jobs and hence the increase in income, so come and support my sister!!!! Tag me or whatever if you are interested ok?!

Anyways, here's the incomplete publicity website, I'm doing them a favour by doing some premature publicity! haha...

http://www.kentridge.nus.edu.sg/redautumn/

Human Behaviour

It has recently come to light how we humans are actually so insecure and interdependant on each other. Having been safely encompassed in a warm and comfortable clique of my own fuzzy, fluffy friends for the past 2-3 years, I have grown unaware of all the 'herds' and 'swarms' we humans or teens form unconciously.

Now that I have freed myself from any cliques or particular groups of friends in SA, (There are only 2 of us here anyways, so what kind of group would That make?) I realise that I often end up flying solo. I admit it does get a little lonely and obscure at times, perhaps I'm defending myself, but I find that the pros of not sticking to a particular group outweighs the cons.

Being in a clique would mean that you are indirectly cutting yourself off from other people, or groups of people. People in general do not wish to gatecrash on any cliques if they had the choice to. It's human nature which I think can be seen rather often in our not so distant animal kingdom as well. The bigger the group, the more secure. The happier and more comfortable the group is, more so will the people inside be safe and secure. They have found their haven. Most prefer to stick to this new found nest whether or not they truly enjoy the company. Hey, lousy group beats solitude anyday!

However I've decided to question and counteract this social norm by NOT sticking to a particular refuge as which some call it. And I am finding it quite enjoyable actually. My sister did warn me that I may actually end up not belonging to any social group, well, I suppose I'll be able to go through the whole Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Econs textbooks if that happens.

The Day I RAN.

All right, to all you fitness gurus out there or anyone who is considerably fit, don't tell me that running 3.6km is no challenge at all. To someone who hasn't touched her Nikes in AGES, it very well is a big deal! I think the canoers in SAJC are mental. I honestly think that one should not train so excessively, the reasons being
1) You have an increased risk of skin cancer
2) Your brains are so fried you can no longer speak proper Engrish
3) SO fit for what!?!?

Okay, so it maybe due to my bitterness of not being able to ever reach that height of fitness that I say all these. Surprisingly, for the first part of the Canoeing Orientation yesterday, I didn't fail to psych myself up to quite a high level, such a high one that I, who for one have NEVER run a cross country (First Aider) actually managed to bring myself to jog 8.5 rounds without stopping! (Applaude!!)

I think I too was a little deranged at that moment, I wanted to push myself physically whilst pushing myself mentally by doing KI. One thing I've learnt without fully experiencing it yet, DON'T TRY THAT.

I think my posts should be shorter such that my busy Singaporean friends can continue to support and not get bored stiff with my blog/life.

Love you people. =)

A serious Bout of Inferiority Complex

All right people, my life is THAT boring that I have to speak of my KI lesson earlier this afternoon. IT WAS A COMPLETE DISASTER!

Well, to me it was. A highly doubt that I would actually continue KI after these 2-3 months. Namely because I feel terribly miniscule and minute next to these guys. My brain has never felt so compressed before. Let me explain in greater detail why I feel this way.

The lesson began with pairs discussing the meaning of these five terms- Opinion, Truth, Fact, Critical and Questions. I was to discuss the meaning of the last. When it was time for all the definations to come out, it was as if people were reciting straight from the Longman Dictionary. Serious! My partner and especially I were horrified at our feeble attempts to define 'questions'. All we came up with were, Inquires, things that require answers, things which are asked etc. Whilst the other members of the class never failed to throw me into a state of awe as the rattled their versions out.

Truly intimidating.

After that, Sir Casey (I'd prefer to say it with a British Accent) went through rather briefly a list of famous or important philosophers. From the well-known Socrates to Thoreau and Nitzsche (pronounced Nit-Zhe) One of the scholars couldn't help but prattle at every chance he could. Well, it wasn't exactly prattle since he did make complete coherent sense. I personally think he's just a genius who says a little too much.

KI - not for the Knowledge-Impaired

Dang Dang Dang Dang...

All right, I suppose the title didn't give the exact effect I had expected. Anyways, for the slow ones who still cannot figure out what the title means or refers to, try saying to the tune of the Wedding March, wait, then again I think it's some other wedding song. Oh well, whatever it is, I'm basically doing a quite review of Lian Si's wedding. However due to my unavoidable forgetfulness, I hadn't brought along my camera to document the whole event. The only pictures were taken at home.

For my Darling mates who always laugh at me if I ever wear anything close to feminine, yes I DID wear a dress for the occasion. A pink Floral one in fact. Shut up and stop laughing. At least it wasn't the nurse's dress all right...

Spending the morning at the Bride and Groom's places were awfully tiring. We were pretty much zonked out by the time the church wedding came. However the rush and excitement (and worry) of the whole event soon woke us up. The ceremony was simply Spectacular. Besides the fact that the Bride's hair seemed to resemble the White Witch's, nothing seemed out of place. It was very well planned and carried out ironically, by the Bride and Groom themselves! They led worship, gave very subtle messages to the congregation about Christ, sang... Basically, for once the Bride and Groom did not simply say 'I do' and later shut up for the rest of the time. It goes to show what true devotion and love towards the Lord and each other can do.

Will PAP arrest me for putting up subtly evangelistic messages on my blog?Ooo...

Important things I haven't spoken of

I can barely believve it, Orientation Week is finally over. It's not that I didn't enjoy it. I did actually, even during the point when I was a mindless idiot jumping in the dark with several hundred other sweaty Saints (the term simply is gorgeous) to the booming beat of Hollaback Girl. (I simply hate that song) For once in my life, I was actually oblivious of the incredulous amount of foreign perspiration accumilating on my shirt and arms. However I tried my best to continue to ignore these traces as I caught several unbearable whiffs of myself later on. >_<

Anyways, I'm extremely looking forward to starting school proper next week! I'm looking forward even more to meeting my class! I admit that I am slightly afraid of the fact that I would be doing KI, especially when the class is saturated with scholars. (It's a class of 11) Mind you I was a nervous wreck whilst trying to get into KI. We were thrown into a freezing lecture theatre and given an hour to answer some incredible questions.

After that, 45 became 24 and we were required to attend interviews in groups of 4. With 2 scholars in your group blabbering English words which you thought no human would ever use, it tends to get a little stressful. To cut the long story short, 24 became 11 and now here we are. The KI students of SAJC. However I have this unavoidable gut feeling that I would end up dropping the subject. Then I would be forced to take up GP as well as a contrasting subject. Have I bitten off more than I can chew?

Oh well, but the fact that I have managed to get into KI as well as the comforting fact of having so many Christian brothers and sisters (real or fake, I don't know) around me does add to the pros of staying in SA after the first 3 months. =)

Good for them then, HAH!

Orientation Week at SAJC

I'm drained. And it's onyl the second day of orientation. Honestly I'm not enjoying it a great particular amount. It's full of shouting, screaming, sweating, smelling... I feel like I'm rotting already even though the real thing hasn't even really started. I doubt that my OG will be as clsoe as what the seniors expect us to be, currently I still am unable to see myself being close to anyone but myself. I suppose I'm not that extrovert after all. Or perhaps it's my incapability to endure peoples' shortcomings.

Oh dear... I'm really thoroughly confused. Honestly I would not like to stay in SAJC for the rest of my JC life, perhaps it's the fact that my sister was already from SA and I would not want to be seen as being in 'the same as my sister'. I can't stand it when people say that. It's not like I don't see my sister as a lousy guide to follow or what, but maybe it's partially because I don't want to remain in her shadow any longer. Hello, I have a personality you know. I'm not just Weiling's sister, or the sister who is following her sister's footsteps, or the sister who does not have her own opinion.

I AM MY OWN PERSON.

Stresssss....

All right I think I'm like officially freaking out. My close mentor's getting married in like, 3 days time, no I don't want to marry her fiance, but the thing is the 3 of us are part of a party of 5 'sisters' for her wedding. The thing now is that we're pretty much dressless! Well, especially me. At least Cons isn't shaped irregularly! She can find a dress easy-peasy! But no, not me, I look like an over-stuffed Popiah for crying out loud!!! What's more, we're going to sing her her song! The CHINESE song she wrote, for us to sing to her husband. CHINESE mind you, CHINESE! And memory work ain't exactly my forte! And now there's this scrap book of over 30 pages to fill in like 3 days. IT's even more difficult when Everyone keeps putting off writing her a message! ArgH!!!

Thank goodness I've already finished typing the minutes from a meeting, Damn! Church people should learn to talk less! Then there wouldn't be soooo much to type. Soon I'll need to be buying equipment for the band, followed by printing stuff for the band, AhHh!!! and school's starting!

Thoughts?

Honestly I have been feeling rather brainless lately. I think my brain has officially stopped functioning. I used to be able to think of things, perhaps ponder a little more. I used to be able to come up with a whole blog update (witty lines and everything) within minutes, the only problem was, I was blogless then. And finally now that I DO have a blog, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to begin penning my thoughts down. Even my diary has been rather bombarded with meaningless entries and updates. My, my, what is my brain coming to?

I began flipping through an A level Physics text passed down from a church genius. I think most of you know that A level students in general have no books what so ever. The only A level textbook I had ever seen was my sister's divinity text, which was of course, the Bible. However this brilliant chap from church was somehow able to pass me a large bag of books. about two thirds of them were Physics books. He's one person I would deem as amazing. He and his brother are both deaf/half-deaf, yet the top schools, earn scholarships and play the piano. The mother is one fantastic woman! Imagine raising 2 deaf children! They are rather filthy rich by the way, my mother was handling their purchase of a piece of property quite some time ago, (I think it was 6-7 figures) but the main point is that they were very much able to pay pretty much the whole sum without the aid of a loan. Perhaps that was only for the down payment, but for goodness sake, some of us have to get a loan to pay back the loan we still owe!

So anyways, I had a sudden realisation that I really missed school. However I'm not exactly looking forward to SAJC. So far it seems to me that its filled with flirting, back-stabbing bitches whom are cunning and conniving and suave but insolent jerks from SAS. Many ex-students namely my sister have said it to be otherwise, but so far that's what I've seen during the Open House and on the streets. Oh dear... I do hope I'm wrong. And to any SAJC-ians who were involved with the Open House, IT SUCKED!

Or maybe my irrational fear is due to the fact that I've rarely been around those of 'my kind'. Namely English educated people, or slightly more articulate people. I think the fact that I'm no longer 'up there' intimidates and offends me such that I do not want to be anywhere far from the top. I guess that's what being in a losuy neighbourhood school does to you. You jsut get so complacent and content with the simple people in your school. Unlike the Einstein remakes and 'hahhah' people you would get in schools like RGS or ACS.

Ooh.. Man I suck.

Merry Christmas!

well, 2 days late that is. Yay! I actually have people reading my blog! Well, of course these people are my darlings whom I would assasinate personally if they did not support my little blog. So, to encourage them further to continue their unfailing support, I shall post up a picture of them so that my hitmen will have an easier time looking for them.

Now there they are, the 2 deers of mine.

Anyways, I was thinking a little more the other day and was pondering about the mind of a guy. Perhaps I should do a little poll here, but being so web-ignorant and not having many friends who aren't, I probably won't be able to do so. For crying out loud I don't even know how to link people to my page or to have a Chatterbox or whachamacallit. (Any kind soul is MORE than welcome to help. But don't expect any pay) Despite all these setbacks, allow me to just give you a little draft on how it would have looked like.

1. Do you deem yourself as an intellectual guy?

2. Are you a himbo? (should be easy to answer right)

3. Do you prefer girls who...

a) play the classic piano or electric guitar?

b) can carry heavy loads or can't even lift her purse?

c) complying agree-er or opiniated?

d) Self-sufficient and pretty much independant or helpless and completely dependant on all male counterparts around her?

All right I realised that the questionaire doesn't look pretty nice in the blogster format, so I shall just stop here. Anyways, I'm really busy and have tonnes of things to do. =)

My brain's getting mushy, that's why I'm beginning to think of guys. and NO i I am NOT lesbian.

Oi Sleeping Ugly!

I told myself that I would only allow my blog to be publisised by myself once I had hit a minimum of about 4 entries. Then at least people wouldn't feel disappointed when they went through all the trouble to get to this pathetic page. =) It also forced myself to write. Actually, I quite look forward to it. Not to worry, the frequency will definitely begin to dwindle once school term starts. Speaking of which I am terrified of. My short term dream (implying that it is highly impossible) is to go into SAJC for the first 3 months, sweep a CHARMING guy off his feet before moving on to TJC after the O'level results are out. MuaHaha... Am I daibolically evil or what? (If anyone reads this during my first 3 months in SA, please kindly disregard whatever said in the above lines)

All right, so my sister and I had quite similar sentiments after watching the pantomine Oi! Wake up Sleeping Beauty. It had been playwritten by Jonathan Lim, and for those who know that fat blob's predictable style, the night was filled with an endless trail of derogatry comments on the government, Singaporeans and the likes. It got a little repetative and pushy (as my sister said) once the second half commenced. Very much like Chestnuts (only then, the jokes were on gays and sex). He seems to be drying out of ideas. Hmm... Well, we had Beatrice Chia and Mark Richmond diagonally behind us, my mother was attempting to get me to get a cheap shot of them.

Oo.. and by the way, I've jsut gotten a new phone! Whoopie!

Do note that all/most of my posts always end with me either showing off myself or my things. You see I need a serious amount of ego boosting once in a while because no one cares to do me the honours anymore.
=)