I can't believe I haven't blogged for so many days. Usually this implicates two things: 1) Something terrible has happened to me such that I cannot recover from my shock and has gone into a state of retarded typility (aka I can't type). That was a term I made myself. 2) Something extremely good has happened to me so I am so shocked that my hands are too busy covering my mouth that I can't type. Obviously, since its T1W10 (aka the last day of school), I have lots and lots of work to do. So you can see the former reason is the valid one. I seem to be suffering from loss of memory nowadays. Have I mentioned this before? See, I am forgetful. I cannot even remember what I am saying just like 10 seconds later. What's wrong with me? I think so many things are clogging up my brain I need some servicemen to help me unplug it. But anyway, life is just like a sink lah. Its just staying at one single place watching while the time flows and at times it gets clogged up and needs to be cleared. Simple definition. I do remember rushing like mad for my LA project. That is, however, passe. As of today. We presented fourth today, and I guess you can call it a breeze. Luo Xi said quite a lot though, but I am proud of myself for making these few achievements during my seat at that table: 1) I have spoken more to Luo Xi and I even know some of her life story now!!! 2) I actually TALKED to Yin Xun, who is sitting behind me. Now, if only he will stop calling me 'stupid', 'disgusting', or 'insane'. :( 3) Leqiao's buying of stationary. Gasp* I think he owes it to me and Sarah. 4) Making Yee Jek laugh yesterday. As in, loudly. He usually just chuckles to himself or give a simple smile. But thanks to John my imaginary friend, he laughed. But of course, there are the bad things... 1) Becoming more and more naggy thanks to Leqiao 2) Losing my pencil case And of course, next term, I am still sitting there. Should I be happy? I await my stay for 10 weeks with Margaret, Wing Yan, Nick and Yan Le!! Hope they will be fun people to sit with :) Nevertheless, life continues to be shaped by the social forces of our environment, as time drips by slowly. I don't really know what I mean by this sentence, but anyway. Oh, the chemistry seminar was terribly boring I remember. I do remember sitting there, writing some stupid things and drawing my usual drawings. That is, the rabbit, the elephant, the dog, the cat and the bird. LOL. Happy animals usually, but sometimes I will make their mouths droop. Depends on my mood.. Ms Tey says what she wears depends on her mood. I thought she was happy today, since she was wearing light coloured clothings, meaning she was light-hearted, but leqiao and sarah thought otherwise, saying she feels dull and bored, therefore wearing that. I noticed because it was the first time she wore a shirt. Mr Koh's watch is a G-shock one. Wonders why he wears that instead of the type most guys like. You know the metallic types? But not him. I have always thought he was a different person, but I shall not reveal any personal opinions in public, thank you very much. But do what you wear really reflect what you feel? And the things you say and the things you do? I think its not necessary true, but I think its because I am the type of person who don't think properly before doing anything. Rather rash person. Which explains the guitar, but anyway, I do not regret that. Oh yes, the guitar. Cost me $201 to join the guitar club. And it's going to take up two precious days in the measly one week holiday. I am going to treasure every single nanosecond. Although i am wasting lots of time blogging this now, but hey this is a sort of stress-relieving method, OK? It's very useful. When you write a song, do you write the melody or the lyrics first? Actually, I always thought that the melody is somewhat related to the lyrics, so if the lyrics are sad, the melody is usually slow and soft and sad and touching. Well, today we were singing M2M songs. Brings back those secondary school memories again. There was that day I was singing the Chinese version of "The day you went away" while Claire sang the original version. Yu Wei (the pro singer) said it was nice lah. hahaha, so you can see how nice that song is. It is, in fact, my favourite song among them all. Ah, yes, Tokyo. What a pleasant surprise. I did expect boring plain old Malaysia dudie. But no. Thank goodness. I will brush up on what pathetic Japanese I know to allow me to communicate a LITTLE there. But anyway, we will be going to places like Mt Fuji which is totally yuckie, Disneyland (which will be boring), hot spring (erm, naked?), anime studio!!!, et cetera. I think the anime studios thing will be cool lah. I mean, japanese animation is like one of the best in the world. I especially love the eyes. So watery and big and shiny. I like eyes which are very big and preferably almond shaped, which is what most Asians have. But, the ang mohs have round eyes, which is why I don't really like it, and their eyes are light coloured (this is a stereotype duh). I prefer dark coloured eyes as they are more mysterious and I like to think and analyse people. Does this explain why I notice simple things like pimples and people changing their specs? Anyway, I also like eyes with long and curled eyelashes. Which I apparently don't have. But now this problem can be solved by the handy mascara, so its no biggie. However, complexion is much more important. I do not understand why people do not take good care of their skin such that 10 pimples sprout within one day. Like pikachu. Not saying who that is, but anyway, its so scary lah. I can't really stand pimples, which is why I wrote about it in my open letter. Sadly, I have them too, and I literally (OK, maybe not) spit at them. Oh what crap. I was supposed to talk about my life! Not about such shallow stuff.. So anyway, today was the PSL thank-you celebration thingy. Quite nice lah. Samuel is a nice PSL i guess. Easy to talk to, friendly? he should be pleased to know that Yin Xun is laughing more and more thanks to marianne and leanne and darren. LOL. And thanks to Zheng Chen for buying that book about retirement. Which means he cannot open the book until he is like 67 years old! LOL!!! (= But he refused to tell us the price and he wants to pay for it fully. have you ever seen such a generous guy? His girlfriend will be so lucky, cos he will pay for everything and there will be no such thing as going dutch. Which comes to my conclusion that guys of the the Generation Y and generally ungentlemanly. Even though our social status is relatively equal, you do know that somehow the men will always be the dominating gender, no matter how much people fight for women's rights. But I do find it contradictive that people want to have more rights for their own yet they expect the guys to treat them as jewels and stuff. What happened to equal rights? not that I do not want to be treated nicely lah, but actually I am not a strong believer of equal rights. I do feel that gender is actually a sort of social hierarchy. OK, pardon me, feminists out there!!! So in my opinion, guys should always be gentlemany. Which they apparently are not. Ok i digressed again. So anyway, do I feel any sense of belonging to VJC yet? I guess around 10%? I still miss DHS like loads, and I still don't really know my way around, besides the normal LTs, the hall, the canteen and my classroom. For goodness sake I don't even use my locker much! I have no wish to make VJC my home - yet. I hope i will be able to adapt better soon. I am still rather stuck at the 2H stage. But will I ever get out? i can just imagine IF i ever get into a university, will I be able to adapt? And imagine, I will have to live at the hostel, isn't that worst? OK, that's 4 years down, but its never too late to think. (= Why is it that some words, beginning with vowels, instead of using "an", we use "a". University is an example. And you say make "a u-turn" right? it just sounds more right. Somehow...but why is this so? Social constructivism again? Maybe if a person who was isolated from people and only studys language on his own, he might say "an u-turn" or something. I read this story once when the father of a girl locked the girl up and made her learn words as their opposite meanings. Yes meant no and father meant mother. And in the end, it totally worked, and the girl didn't even know what she was saying was actually wrong. And in the end, the father died because of a fire, and when some person asked if any people were inside the house, she said no.... Serves him right. Don't you think it's quite a scary story actually? Can you imagine if it actually happens to you? Fairytales were supposed to be magical, wonderful, a source of imagination for children, but after some analysing today, we found them to have many hidden meanings which are usually dark and violent. Children should not read them, honestly. Imagine, they might become so paranoid after Humpty Dumpty that they do not eat eggs anymore. Or they will be scared of wells because they will crack their heads when fetching a pail of water. Or maybe if you were too pretty you would be afraif of eating a poisoned apple or you might suffer a fate of going to the ball in a rotten pumpkin carriage. But anyway, that's not the main point. The main point is the fragile souls and minds of the poor little innocent kids who read the texts and are traumatized by eggs for the rest of their lives... C'mon, next time you have children, stop making them read fairytales. I rather they read the stupid story of the guy and girl with their dog, can't remember their names, the extremely crappy story? LOL. Oh yes, castaway is boring. So stupid lah, just trying to advertise FedEx -_-||| Good try though, now everyone knows what it is. And Tian Yuan presents well! Really!! You see, the points I am blogging about are not linked properly together due to mental exhaustion and lack of creative juices being generated in my brain. Since I will probably miss my Delta outing, let me dedicate a short poem to them: Year 2003 I stepped into the school Unknowing Shy and paranoid You were the ones To bright up my life And taught me fun And laughter We pumped We run Together as one Remembering the days we spent Laughing together At the many jokes we made About the Enchik About the camp About everything we were unhappy about Drips and trickles of sweat We shed Drops and puddles of tears Of fear We shared and cared And learnt to be The best squad that has yet to be Standard 2 2004 I miss you!!! That is such a stupid poem, but at least it sums up what I truly feel. I miss my squadmates! Even though Darren is in my class now, I feel distant from him. Its just not those days anymore, when we tell each other things like he farts when he laughs, and many others. OK, I should not be so sad!! Cheer up! I am going to Nick's house on Sunday! yay!!! (=

3/11/2005 09:30:00 pm;