Intriguing Gibberish!

According to Oily, my posts have been rather bimbotic and suited to my new Blog name. Aware of that, I've decided to recount my secondary school Bio days. (All right fine, it isn't exactly the most intellectual topic) I found this situation that occured a couple of days ago mildly amusing in a sadistic way. Allow me to recount:

It was one fine afternoon when I decided to settle my lazy, ill-disciplined, study-allergic self down to the computer to sort out as well as allow that familiar nostalgic feeling to inundate me as I looked through old photographs in my computer. This was done, of course, with the aid of some random music on my playlist. Just as I was listening to The Crysenthemum Tea song, I began browsing through my Secondary school class's photographs. One folder had about 50 pictures of our rat dissection done a couple of years back. All was fine till I came across a recorded video of the ENTIRE rat dissecting proccess done by the instructor and so thoughtfully recorded by our then resident photo/videographer, Ana. Now imagine this: Jay chou in his high semi-falsetto voice singing '

'JU hua can lan de hua...'

Whilst this poor albino rat was having its guts cut on and put on display post mortem. ( I can send you the video if you like). All of a sudden, the song sounded more like this-

'Ju huaaa... *SpUaSCK*'

As little *Stuart's chlorofoam bloated stomach burst out of his skin. Quite farnie right? Time for pictures!*Not for the faint hearted! (bet xw will faint!)

Look at Fei and Aiping lovingly swinging Little Stuart around!

Here's a closer look. This is what I would call the pre-op

Now get ready for this.. This isn't gonna be nice...

Brace yourself!

*SCREAMS!!*

Mingxiu wills sooo kill me if she sees this!

40 Days

It's way too soon for the examinations to be coming, way WAY too soon.

I'm currently burnt and all red/pink, with my nose hurting every time I cringe. Plus the fact that I feel as if I were radiating enough heat from my face to cook an egg. These couple of days have been a good break for me, albeit the mind-fogging issues that float up every once in a while. I'll be frank here, sometimes the weekends can just be such a pain to me. Sometimes I feel as if I've lost my mind, literally. I no longer have a sense of what I'm thinking about, or even what I'm feeling about issues, people or situations. It's as if I've totally lost control of my mind and the way I'm thinking. I doubt it's mental or physical fatigue of any sort because I haven't exactly been doing anything strenuous in particular that's relevent to those. I'm not even sure what I'm talking about, and I'm pretty certain this entire paragraph will make no sense once I reread this later on.

Sheesh, perhaps I really am just tired.

Hartono was great, though I missed most of it. ( But I reckon he's a huge MCP) Jack and rai are going to be doing an acoustic set at the Esplanade at the end of the month! Darned examinations!

Argh.. part 2

Fine, I LURRRRVE the stealer of my wallet to bits. I should find him and give him the rest of my money then.

Argh..

It has come to my attention that I have not lost my wallet, but that it has effectively been stolen! This being because the supposed 'finder' of my wallet has sooo conveniently failed to return or report it to the police or some sort of authority! Now that's stealing!! GRrrrr ... The thought of having some lau uncle or ah soh's hands all over my wallet or cheapskate-ingly using my EZ-link card to travel drives me mad! Inconsiderate asshole! I hope that person chokes on the fishball he(note the assumption) buys with MY money!

"Curses..."

Mojojojo

Lala-ing!

I had a great first day of school! (I don't care whether you asked or not!) Whee!!

Oh yea, this is a little overdue, I won a game of Mahjong last week (fine, fluke la) and here are my tiles! Never bluff, really mine! And the entire drawer of chips are xw's idea of paying me.

According to Darrell's brother, I would have won something like $120,000 had we been playing really seriously. Some exponential thing. Please, I don't even know what half the tiles on my hand are called.

Confusion

I don't understand my SAT score., it's confusing. I can't even calculate my total for that matter. And no it's not because I have too few fingers and toes. Anyways I had an angsty moment yesterday afternoon after lunch, the heat had gotten to me and I was mildly annoyed at I don't know what. For a split second, I was sure I would have kicked anything that got in my path. Hmmm, a bad day, or bad morning/afternoon I guess.

Digression!

We (my mum, sis and I) discovered that my wallet was pretty ironic, Made in China, bought in America, and airmailed to Singapore where it got lost. Haha.. how silly is that!

See I told you I was confused, I can't even decide on a topic to focus on.

Ever had an sms/comment/thing that made your day? I think they're absolutely great. xw+calvin+yuting brightened my very weirdly emoted day. =) It's these little thing that pull you away from the brink of emo-ness, just as you're about to fall into that bottomless waterhole of self-pity and wallow in self-worthlessness. (I know this sounds emo, IT IS NOT OK!)

Anyways, I'm fairly happy with my SAT score, even though I'm not entirely sure what it is, but my sister said it's good, and getting praise from your sister who's Engrish is powderful is empowering in it's own way. (Don' t remind me of GP on Monday, I'm still deciding whether to come for my usual 1pm lesson)

Everything's good. Encore was a hit (to me at least), nobody died in Batam, and SATs weren't screwed. Yay!

I've lost my wallet. I'm surprisingly relatively calm about it. Perhaps it's because there wasn't a substantial amount of cash inside. Apart from my ez link card, acjc card, receipts and like 50 namecards, and oh yes, my door key. Shit.

Near Gone

It's been what everybody's been saying - the holidays are practically over! I wanted to talk about our Batam Build trip whereby the class and I each discovered the banglah/samsui woman/construction worker innate in all of us. Some of my class guys however managed to discover the berry-picker in them they never knew. (It's a long story) However I decided to wait for the pictures to get to me so that I'm able to upload them, so for now, I'll talk about other random things. *yawn*

Yes, that's a paperclip nicely nestled in my hair during one of my study attempts with fei and where I, after much persuasion from her, agreed to use it to clip my hair. The wind was damn annoying la. See what we students do for the sake of studying, I should start a fashion trend in AC! haha... All right, watch out AC, this is gonna be way better than the Sri Nada Barber that comes every term!

Encore!

Apparently some dumbass had shouted 'NOOO!!' when the audience had wonderfully and enthusiastically shouted for an Encore last night. Stupid bugger, hope he falls down and breaks his leg! I think the audience was GREAT and amazing! And the orchestra was swell! Even though my mum did say that the people on stage looked like professional mourners not only because of the black costume but mainly because of our sour faces. The next batch must watch out ok, make sure the the entire orchestra puts on a slight smile (at least) when performing la. Aiyo, some of the J1 erhu'ers faces were so black they looked like they were being lectured by sohkianwee!

The entire performance was wonderful in my perspective because of the people that were in the audience. We were playing to each of our own special groups of friends and family, making it as personal as we could, well at least I was. Sneaking glances at that grinning Aiping and catching my sister's eye as I rolled my eyes at the bunch of noisy moronic mud-daryl's-friends [or junhan's friends I'm not too sure] at the corner. Plus knowing the fact that our poor one-legged Oily(ok not so oily now) had come a hoppin' allll the way from choa chu kang just to support us made it all worthwhile. It would have been perfect if you could have joined in with the triangle on stage, haha... Unlike what I expected, I felt pretty at ease and comfortable on stage because of the people down there. I can safely say that the audience can play an extremely crucial role to any performer. Had I felt that I was being judged or cynically analysed at any point in time during the course of the night, I would have played with a completely different tone an attitude, and would have probably screwed up even more. Btw, I screwed up a lot! And having a veteran cellist behind me didn't make me look any better! But that's not the point and I'm going to do the typical thank-everyone+emo-message thing.

Thanks Feifei!! love the oorhkids! and for shouting my name la, damn malu! Thanks ping for your reassuring smiles throughout! Yee! ( in advance for the eye checkup you're going to give me)Joan and her 'that-one' good choice for the chocolates! so clever! haha..
Nat, Cons and Bert!! Thanks for coming despite my overpriced pang-sai-zua quality tickets! And I love your roses! :D Seeing the church bunch occupying that section was damn cute, it was like church in VCH! haha, I was really happy and honoured to know that these people came to see me pluck strings. =) Mings and the gang!! Thanks for coming and I'm still so sorry I didn't see you guys during the interval! and also for runnig out of vch in such a sweaty, unglam manner, haha... blame the teacher-in-charge la.

Bravo tot he audience!

-

I'm not going to pretend that I'm not pissed with your unprofessionalism. I am and I'm disappointed.

Free from the Tea~!

I admit that I did experience a slight annoyance and disappointment at the conductor's decision to scrap the Chrysenthemum Tea song. I saw it coming as soon as the cello screeched and the bass entered at the wrong time. Don't take me wrongly, it's not as if they were the reason why it flopped, just that they were the start of all of us (ok me) screwing up. Despite the 'damn-wasted-la' feeling, I was soon overwhelmed by a wave of relief and gladness. I can honestly say that even my unfeelingness towards the decision to scrap the song, considering how many hours I spent listening, arranging, writing and stressing over the bloody song, was pretty surprising even to me. The only reason I'd be upset would be because I feel that I've let the other 'hua-hua' members down, because I saw that look in each of their faces. I truly, truly apologise to those who really wanted the song and those who made the effort to set aside time for the piece. And I'm sorry for just sitting there and not attempting to salvage the song in any manner as Sheng told us that we couldn't perform, because part of me wanted the piece to be srapped. Sorry for just letting the matter go just like that, the song has drained me to such an extent that I really didn't want to perform it any more than I did. I truly apologise because I feel that it really is largely my fault for arranging it in a manner so shitty that it was, according to Sheng, near impossible to perform, and for not arranging for more practices (with the bloody locked pianos) before this 'presentation'.

However I did feel sorely misjustified at first, considering that I'd just sat through a freaking loooooong SAT paper and that we were lacking 3 crucial instruments and that we hadn't had warning about this sudden 'audition'. But I told myself, 'Stop making excuses.' Because seriously, I'm sure he can tell whether we can or cannot make it. (But I didn't like the fact that he made it sound as if we were all disillusioned with our playing) Hello, even a deaf person can tell we sucked la.

But I can tell you another thing that's for certain, I'm going to be a way, Way , WAY happier person at least for this week, cos I no longer have that retarded Chrysenthemum Song on auto-replay in my head! [The headaches have disappeared yet again!] I'm going to treat my section like a bunch of princesses for this week!! Yes, sorry for being a shitty SL the last couple of weeks. I owe you guys man!

Happy!!! Even the heat was bearable today! haha... I'm going down EARLY tomorrow to 'choup' the aircon classrooms so that PEOPLE can't say that CELLO SECTION didn't COME ON TIME to get a classroom. whatever shit la.

Choir was surreal. =)

Head ache Away!

I'd been having perpetual headaches the past couple of weeks. Heck, more like ever since SYF season started. These were tension headaches more than anything else, and probably also due to my tendency to clench my teeth whenever I'm stressed. (My money-sucking Prothedontist suggested Botox at 1.2K a jab) I reckon that's the main cause of me waking up with dull aches every morning, it seriously ruins your day and as my mum would say, robs of the quality of life. Unwilling to continually stuff myself with Panadol, and, (according to siyi) kill my nerves, I lived with these aches most of the time till they became part of my head.

Walking about the central area of Singapore yesterday had a surprisingly refreshing effect on me. Despite our scorching, humid weather resulting in my constant squinting and quite sticky skin, I found myself in a rather cheerful mood. My friends (esp my section) would know what the heat normally does to me. Let's just say you wouldn't want to get within a 1-metre radius of me should I be in a non-airconditioned place. It had suddenly dawned upon me that I hadn't done anything for the past few weeks which wasn't related to 1) going to class 2)going home 3)going for CO 4) going for a CO related thing. My freaking mental life involves shuttling between schoolwork and co. I'm ashamed to say my mind's still with work even when I'm in church.

And hence the several hours spent yesterday just bumming around the library and mall were extremely, extremely liberating. I actually found myself free from all headaches for those hours! Yay! I seriously haven't felt so happy in a long time. And this coming from a trip to the National Libray, haha, how sad and deprived is that? :) hey, pool's still on ok!

However the bliss was short-lived and the headache began resurfacing as soon as I stepped into the car and the formidable mound of undone work rose from yonder horizon.

Singapore's development

When my sister left Singapore 5 months ago, all we saw of the Singapore ferris wheel was it's support column. When she returns she'll be welcome by the mammoth on the Bays of Marina. I think the construction workers work damn fast.
This is what I saw in early Feb...

And this is what we had in late April:

Cool right? That's our 'foreign talent' at work. Haha..

screwed

My biological clock's screwed, and I hate having a perpetual headache, maybe that's just the feeling of being alive and schooling in a Singaporean education system whilst arranging a dumb song about Chrysemthemum tea and hence having it replaying in your head 24/7.

Credits to xw's typical rubbish-ness, here's something uber-lame:

You know Fish and Co has Bah Kut Teh? Never knew right.. Allow me to show you the menu-

Haha.. Makes me laugh every time! :)

Refresh

All right people, laugh at my stupidity and cave-like behaviour now.


I've been looking at people's uber outdated posts and comments from April each time I visited their blogs or looked at my tagboard. I discovered then, to my horror, that this sudden inactivity wasn't due to the SYF, NOO... And that NOO... these people had not disappeared from the face of the Earth or mass-boycotted Blogger. This sudden lack of updates, or so it seemed, was merely due to me

not
pressing
'Refresh'



This little fact only came to my attention when my friend told me to read her updated blog, which I found, as usual, was not. And so I adventurously decided to click 'Refresh'



Shit!!

A whole LIST or essays flurried across my eyes as I discovered what I'd been missing all these weeks. haiya.. And yes, I didn't realise that any of you had tagged on my tagboard with all your sweet/funny/lame/encouraging tags till late this evening! when I clicked 'Refresh', yet again!

WOW GENUIS ME!!




So now that that mystery of the disappeared bloggers has been solved, I'd like to make it clear to Mr Pres, I'm not emo! :P I merely didn't see the tags and hence didn;t reply, so if I seemed like I was emo, I wasn't ok, haha... (IMH next week) haha...

I can't possibly reply all the tags on that puny tagboard, so I shall make them here. Spot your own replies. :D

1) I LURVE SUATLING!!
2) The Gold ROCKS
3) Thanks annie dear!! I really can't wait for you to come down!!
4) Chicken your neh la, haha.. thx emo kid
5) FAT MAN MY FOOT, sometimes I'd wish he'd just eat his dizi/sheng/suana
6) Go update your blog calvin, or did I not click refresh enough times? =)



And here's my great section!



I had corn bread in my mouth. hehheh...

Anon

Don't burden yourself with feelings of guilt or unhappiness about what happened, seriously I don't mind and completely understand (at least I think I do). 2 emo people rarely result in either feeling better about the situation or themselves, emo periods are meant to be spent alone wallowing in self pity and what not. It's a human nature thing to want to inflict even more hurt to distract themselves from what'sr really hurting them. And I know what 'marn' means to you, just as how concert means to a lot of us. That's namely why I've stopped asking you to not enter mun, becuse I know full well you will no matter what and there's no changing your mind. All I do is chide you for doing so out of my frustration because of that anal, paranoid i'm-so-powerful woman breathing down my neck about all things 'cello/bass'. Because if one withdraws, so can all the other pissed of people who care more abt academics which currently seems to be happening right now. So ignore all those who tell you withdraw from it because I seriously think it'll help you more than it'll help us. I wouldn't give up something that's going to help my career if it didn't mean saving someone else's life. And it looks like we both have problems with emotions, haha.. Well, you know that IQ is inversely related to Emotions ya? haha...

=|

I hate having to be strong sometimes. I hate being so logical and techinical with my emotions such that I rationalise way before I feel. I hate not being able to breakdown because I neither have the ability nor the right to because I'm supposed to give it all to God no matter what. I feel like I've lost the right to be expressively upset ever since I became a Christian because why the hell should I be crying when I have God's love and grace shining upon me? I'm not being sarcastic, I'm merely stating what goes through my mind whenever I feel upset or see people upset.

Gosh I couldn't even cry if I wanted to. I merely tear. Where's the satisfaction in that?

Stupid malfunctioning tear glands. It sucks being all emo and not being able to let it out. Know what constipation feels like? Yeah it's just like that, only the discomfort's not up your ass.

But our Gold still rocks. =)

GOLD

I've never been more estatic!! I've repeated my sentiments to tonnes of people about us achieving gold already, so I'm extremely lazy to regurgitate everything again.

Haha, can't wait to see those CO clowns strip on stage on monday! They said they would if we got a gold, haha... :D

And I lURVEE our China-teachers!

YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!

We've left our legacy!!

SYF Rush!

According to blogger, this is my 100th post! *Applause!* I shall try and make this a memorable one though I must say that my mind is rather void of ideas or ramblings of sorts as yet. Nevertheless, there's always our all time favourite topic of SYF to talk about!

We've been getting well-needed visits from Barker's current CO conductor who happens to be very closely linked to ACCO. For one, he was once the VP, and his brother who is currently in J1 is in ACCO playing the chinese equivalent of a bass guitar. Never in my life have I seen brothers who are such worlds apart. Lets start superficially, while one has nice tofu-ish skin, the latter has uber tanned, not so silky skin. This, apparently, is due to their difference in dietry preferences. One's vegetarian whilst the other's a hard core meat-lover. One's extremely good with sports and the chapteh whilst the other apparently is unable to ride a bike even. One's extremely EXTREMELY musically talented and seems to have a tuner implated in his head whilst the other is, well, very musically talented as well but simply has a tendency towards angsty punk rock music as opposed to Orchestral music. One is highly eloquent and poised whilst the other is in a perpetual slouch and often begins his sentences with obscenities.

Man I'd like to meet their parents.