HUNGSHEN

Cupcakes.

2011-04-22T11:23:00.001+08:00

OHMAIGAWD.
I WANT THOSE.
SO MOUTH-WATERING.

Good for you.

2011-04-16T19:29:00.003+08:00

Sometimes I think that I shouldn't have agreed to swap seats with Siti.
Now I have a buddy who talks a lot of crap.

Mr Lee: *bragging about how much he spent to motivate us*
Mr Lee: See class, one book isn't cheap. It's actually 30 over dollars. So if you're motivated, then good for you. So now let's move on.
Whole class: *started digging the comprehension worksheet.*
Ker Shen: Eh, you finished your comprehension?
Me: Yeah. And the summary also.
Ker Shen: Okay. Then good for you.
Me: Idiot.

Then he continued with his crap.

Mr Lee: I received comments that the summary is very tough.
Whole class: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Mr Lee: So do you want me to include this in your marks?
Whole class: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Mr Lee: Okay, then I won't include this in your mark.
Ker Shen: *whispered* Wha, then everytime summary is tough, then everytime don't need to include the mark.
me: LOL. Shut up.

The most annoying thing, was that he made me confused with Chemistry.

Ker Shen: Eh, I think I fail the Chem test already.
me: Why.
Ker Shen: Can be replaced, that means it's more reactive?
me: No. Less reactive.
Ker Shen: Ah, I wrote the opposite. I thought it's more reactive?
me: REALLY?
Ker Shen: Actually I think I wrote less reactive.
me: SO WHAT IS IT.
Ker Shen: Eh, now I forgot what I wrote already.
Vincent: Stupid.

Now you see why my seat is an ungodly place.

The funny part came when Cassandra naively thought that I'll commit suicide together with her after Chinese oral.

Cass: Eh long hong xuan, how do you pronounce this word? *Started drawing in the air*
me: What are you talking about.
Cass: This word.*Drew some random strokes again.*
me: How I know what are you talking about.
Cass: *wrote on her hand*
me: Ohhhhhh. *pronounced the word*
Cass: WHAAAT. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER.
me: I don't know also. I guessed it.
Cass: WTH. I want to jump down building already. Let's jump together.
me: LOL. Who wants to jump down a building with you.
Cass:*SMACK*

AND THAT, IS THE END OF THE WEEK.

SILVER. SILVER. SILVER.

2011-04-09T11:11:00.012+08:00

The perfect mirror for camwhore.

Ah, 2010.

After band exchange @ Deyi.
(I still remember the awesome Victoria Oboeist.)

One random band practice.

Rabani's attempt to look cute.

*COUGHCOUGH*

There's this part of the band room which has this yellow light.

The double reeds that can cost you a life. Just kidding.
Aren't casing nice.

SEE MY SENIOR.

SEE MY AWESOME SENIOR again.
(He's smiling this time.)

Band 106
Bedok Green Sec Sch
SILVER.

OH YEAH THE MC SAID THAT.
FEEL THE JOY.

SYF Central Judging never felt so great. There were so many Bronze bands and even COP bands getting announced.
BUT WE GOT SILVER. SILVER. SILVER.

So. Friday was the day.
We changed during recess and set up our instruments.
By 11.35, we were ready for a run-through in the band room.
Blah blah blah.
Lunch time was pretty good. NO LONG QUEUES. :D
Did a few more rounds of run-through and we were off to Singapore Conference hall.
The woodwinds boarded a shabby bus.

Boon Jin: This bus is very dangerous.
me: Why?
Boon Jin:There's no seat belt.
me: *-.-*

This fellow doesn't want to die from a bus accident.

If you didn't know, many Gold bands were scheduled to be in the Friday slot.
Like SCGS, Hwa Chong, Yuying and so on.
When we reached the conference hall, we still had to wait for tuning.
Entering the tuning room wasn't so bad.
At least Boon Jin and I managed to get in tune, which rarely happens during band practice.

Nan Chiau High is the band before us.
Mr Fahmi said this school is expected to get silver or gold because of this legendary conductor, Mr David Gloss (or something like that).
After they are done playing and exited, we walked up the stage. WITH MUCH PRIDE.
OKAY, I DIDN'T QUIVER LIKE A JELLY ON STAGE, BUT THERE'S THIS INDESCRIBABLE OVERWHELMING ANXIETY.
The stern expression from the judges and intent stares from the audience are enough to make anyone nervous.

When Mr Fahmi swung his baton at the first stroke, we knew there is no second chance.

The band finally reached its last note and we exited the hall to wait for our turn to watch the following band's performance.
Sadly, we could only watch Hwa Chong band as we were the last few bands of the day.
Guess what. I never knew Hwa Chong in secondary level is a boys school until Boon Jin told me.
Their Oboeists had solos. And his face turned bright red every time he played.

me: Mygawd, he looked so scary when he plays the solo.
Boon Jin: It's like that one. This shows that you're playing correctly.
me: So does your face turns red?
Boon Jin: No.
me: LOL.

Hwa Chong is the last school, so they stayed on the stage while the results are being prepared.

While waiting for the results, Jerlyn and started scrutinizing the Hwa Chong guys.
She was so obsessed with this mallet guy whose eyes looked like they're popping out.
The strange thing about this mallet guy, is that there is this smile that can't be wiped off from his face. Even when he dropped the mallet sticks during the performance, he was still smiling.
Boon Jin claimed that the mallet guy isn't that suave actually. LOL.
Then we started comparing him with Ryan Wang. Jerlyn's ex.

*After what seemed like eternity*

The MCs read out a hell lot of Bronze bands and a few Silver, which kinds of freak us out because we never expected the judging to be so strict.
By the time the MC reached us, our hearts were pumping madly.
THEN THE WORD, "SILVER" CAME OUT FROM HIS MOUTH.
Screams broke out immediately. Tears came rolling down after.
After so many months of practice, that was the medal we were waiting for.
AND WE DID IT. I'm not kidding.

The world with adults.

2011-04-02T20:48:00.002+08:00

I have reason to believe adults have the amazing ability to create unexpected circumstances (and are somtimes childish).

It's the last Saturday practice before SYF, so the band members carried their instruments and stands and files and whatever not up to the hall.
To our dismay, Malay dance was having dance exchange.
How could a mere band practice be compared to the visits from other schools.
The band members, without any complaints, dragged themselves back to the band room (because this isn't the first time).
Our conductor stepped into the band room, full of a different aura.
We knew he wanted very much to have the hall for practice, but you can't blame the school for having one hall only.
People would have expected this over 38 years of ripe old age conductor to say something like, "Since they're having their dance exchange, we'll have to practise here."

BUT NO.
This was his actual words, "since they're having their dance exchange, let's go to the canteen and make noise (music)."

I swear all of us had this are-you-serious face.
We left the band room again, set up the benches near the piano area and practised like nobody's business while perspiring the hell out of ourselves. There were apparently no fans.
Do you know the feeling when beads of sweat roll down your cheek but you're busy running your fingers on your instrument.
The only comfortable thing, is that Boon Jin and I get one whole bench all to ourselves.
We had never felt that spacious before. :D
Nobody approached to object our awesome venue for pratice, but anybody with common sense would knew that the hall could hear our "noise".
The world with adults.

I whipmy hair.

2011-04-01T20:16:00.002+08:00

LOL.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

2011-03-25T23:16:00.003+08:00

ripped from Facebook.

INTRODUCING TO YOU,

THE BEST SISTER (and the most beautiful one) IN THE WORLD.

HAPPY st BIRTHDAY,
SIS.
Hurry up and choose a boyfriend.
I want a sister-in-law. :D

Some conversations.

2011-03-22T21:48:00.004+08:00

Photo courtesy to Brother Ng.

The band exchange at Deyi was a few days ago, but some hilarious moments were so vivid.

*performance of Victoria school's band*
*Oboe solo came in*
Me: OHMAIGAWD, IT'S SO NICE.
Boon Jin: YEAH.
Me: I think I'm falling in love with the Oboeist.
Felicia: Are you sure. His face so jiao. Hair not even tidy.
Boon Jin, Ivan and I: AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Okay, so that was a Saturday thing.

First and second day of school went pretty well.

Mrs Quek is back so Mr Tan YH became 3e3's co-form instead.

Having Ms Nora and Mrs Quek as form and co-form felt a little weird.

Especially when Ker Shen kept giving updates on Ms Nora's facial expression.

A few of us had new buddies due to changes to seating arrangements, which explains why I had to put up with Ker Shen's crap.

Ker Shen: Eh, whose file.
Me: I don't know. Is it mine?
Ker Shen: Oh, Wei Sheng's one.
Me: He always leave his Chinese stuff here.
Ker Shen: Chinese is very important.
Me: You say again.
Ker Shen: Chinese is very important.
Me: Are you sure.
Ker Shen: Yes, just that I score very badly only.
Me: LOL.

Catch your breath.

2011-03-06T19:24:00.004+08:00

WHAT.

You know that kind of feeling when you don't have the mood to write anything and the words to express them?
YEAH, NOW IT'S EXACTLY LIKE THAT.

Really freezing jokes.

2011-03-01T20:10:00.002+08:00

Get your damn ankle well,
Chun Hui.
You have no idea how empty attendance duty area felt.

Missing Home Econ.

2011-02-23T20:12:00.004+08:00

The rare chance of witnessing Jerry getting owned.

*conversation on MSN*

(10:11 PM) Jerry Heng~ :	haiz Boning Sia Studying
(10:12 PM) HUNGSHEN:	Boning?
(10:13 PM) Jerry Heng~ :	BORING
(10:13 PM) HUNGSHEN:	OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LOL. Since when is studying interesting and exciting and entertaining.
(10:14 PM) Jerry Heng~ :	oh Home econ
(10:14 PM) Jerry Heng~ :	pe
(10:16 PM) HUNGSHEN:	Okay, you go study Home Econ then.
(10:16 PM) HUNGSHEN:	Go take PE as your O-level subject then.
(10:17 PM) Jerry Heng~ :	I am nt smart enough
(10:17 PM) HUNGSHEN:	THEN SHUT UP AND STUDY.
(10:18 PM) Jerry Heng~ :	wow
(10:19 PM) HUNGSHEN:	I FEEL SO IMPRESSED.

MUHAHAHAHAHA. I'M IMPRESSIVE.

And,
FAKE LEGOS ARE BETTER.
YOU KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE YOU DON'T CHOKE ON THEM.
You should have checked out Cassandra's WTF face when I told her that during D&T lesson.

LEGOS.

2011-02-22T19:25:00.003+08:00

Apparently, some people like Ker Shen can't recognise brownish beverage.

Ker Shen: What's that?
me: Milo.
Ker Shen: Huh, what's that again?
me: Your shit.
Ker Shen: Then you should be honoured.
me: Mygawd, but it's too sweet.
Ker Shen: Eh, don't anyhow say. I don't have diabetes.

Milo saves the day. It kept me awake funtil Siti magically dug out this bottle of gummies from her bag.

D&T WAS BADDDDDDDDDDDD.
I have reasons to believe that Legos are on the brink of extinction.
Now you see all kids getting so excited over dashing toy cars than building adorable Legos.
I went around asking people if they have Legos but all replies only brought disappointment.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON if I can't finish my research.

For the first time this year, band sectionals were productive.
Firstly, it was because Boon Jin and I had minimal (SEE THAT, MINIMAL) slacking.
Secondly, we decided to adopt Mr Fahmi's renowned method.
PRACTISE 10 TIMES.
Gawd, it wasn't easy.
I played the strenuous running notes and one whole phrase of the staccato thingy repeatedly to reach 10 near-perfect plays.
Boon Jin had to help me count so he got to judge my playing.
I'M JEALOUS OF HOW HE CAN PLAY RUNNING NOTES SO SMOOTHLY.

And I found out his evil deeds during his childhood.
Who would intentionally ask his sister to prick herself with needle or mop the floor with a barbie doll's hair.

Gibberish.

2011-02-20T22:02:00.001+08:00

Happy Birthday
Jing Herng.
HAHA, FOOLED AGAIN.
Seriously, that was a buckle.

Dances of what.

2011-02-19T19:49:00.003+08:00

MY SLEEP-TO-SUNDAY SATURDAYS ARE OFFICIALLY GONE.
If it's not for Boon Jin's text, I would have reach band wayyyyyyyyyyyyy later.

Band practice was held in the hall. Thankfully, this time we didn't have to move back down to band room due to some unexpected guests.
Wushu people made their grand entrance into the hall bringing distractions.
It's pretty hard to focus when they started being like king kong stomping on the ground.

There was this damn note I played that sounded extremely bad, soI got a little scolding from Mr Fahmi.
Then it was like domino effect, because Boon Jin got told off by him for his tendency to rush the tempo during his solo. He repeated a lot of times to get it perfect. Depressed, was he.

After a few minutes of pensive negotiation with Mr Fahmi, Firdaus, Felicia, this sec 5 girl and I went to Tech room to meet Mr Hafiedz for checking of D&T work.
Mr Tan C.C excused us reluctantly, and we had to go back after Mr Hafiedz finish checking.
Packed everything back to band room and got dismissed.

Headed for lunch at Bedok Point with Tisya.
You have no idea how fickle this girl is. We practically walked the whole place and ended up at The Chicken Rice Shop.
YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY.
Being such hardworking people, we went to MacD to do our homework.
WHICH WAS A TOTAL FAILURE. Tisya spent one hour plus to finish one Maths question.
Facebook ruins life, tested and proven.

Failed sauce.

2011-02-18T19:14:00.004+08:00

Mon/Tues
MATHS WAS GETTING GREAT.
I passed the class test. Not with flying colours, but enough for B3.
Doing corrections was like running against time.

Ms Tan: Ker Shen! Why are you copying so slow?
Ker Shen: No, it's you're too fast.
Ms Tan: Up till now you're still at this question? I thought Mrs Choo gave you all a lot of essays to copy?
Ker Shen: We copy so much also can't write faster.
whole class: AHAHAHAHAHA.

Thu
I remembered there was something to blog.
But I suddenly can't remember what on earth was it.

Fri
This is the fourth time in the row I have not attended PE.
Sick, then Chinese New Year, sick again, and now Mr Wong's absence.
I fall sick at such ungodly hours.
Anyway, Mdm Chng is back! (So I can finally hand up my long overdue composition).
She refused to dismiss anyone until we finish our comprehension and went as far as locking the door. LOL.

Went out for lunch with Ezequiel and Aunt Brigitte at Parkway Parade.

me: How come the sauce tastes like medicine.
Aunt Brigitte: Really? *sips some*
me: Yeah, what exactly is it?
Ezequiel: Dummy, you're supposed to dip it with the noodles.
me: Oops.

Weather was screwed because dark clouds hovered above us and it rained.
I went back to school to get "important" things from G.O.
Did my homework, when Darien, Peng Leng, Shao Kai and Jovan joined.
Shao Kai was desperately trying to explain himself about a recent rumour. A SHOCKING ONE.
After Jing Guang and his gay partners finished their stuff (you know what stuff) in the PAC room, we went home.

CHINGAY.

2011-02-12T01:53:00.006+08:00

CHINGAY 2011
IS AWESOME.
OH YEAH IT IS.

Not that I've watched it or any of the crazy performers, but I'm part of the crew members.

My first day of training was on Monday, and it was certainly impossible for me to get to F1 pit building within 30 mins from school after band.
I was actually 1.5 hours late, BECAUSE OF BAND PRACTICE.
Cassandra and Ashley were such kind souls to bring me to the PAYM tentage from Promenade MRT station.
The funny part is at the previous post before my previous one.
To make this post complete, I'm going to repeat again.

me: Thanks for bringing me here.
Cass: Do you need to bring me to the PAYM tentage?
me: No need, you all have brought me here.
Cass: I need to go to the PAYM tentage anyway.
me: Nonono, I'm looking for the PAYM banner.
Cass: YOU IDIOT. The PAYM banner is in the PAYM tentage.

Pardon my dear friend.

I went to look for my YEC chairman, Jade who deployed me to Costume and Props committee, which includes bag deposit.
There were over 1000 bags we had to tag and the area was over-flooding.
As the performers went out for rehearsal, these two guys in the same committee, Ryan and Zhi Yao (or was it Ian) re-arranged all the bags according to sequence.
We slacked a little while, then a few performers started tramping in and requested to take their bags because they had to leave early.
Reasons like mummie is here, visit grandpa, school tomorrow, exams tomorrow were all regarded as invalid.

performer: I need to take my bag.
Uncle Ben (IC): You have to wait for the debrief first.
performer: But my mother is waiting outside.
Uncle Ben: Then you have to get permission from Kenneth.
performer: Who the hell is Kenneth.
The volunteers: LOL.

THIS MAGNIFICENT FELLOW, KENNETH, IS THE CHAIRMAN OF PAYM CHINGAY CONTINGENT 2011.
He has the last call to release anybody, whatever your reasons you have.
There was an exception, though. A SMOOVE dancer, is on probation so she MUST be home at a specific time. She got so agitated over the counter that Uncle Ben had to succumb to her persistence and let her go.
The rest shuffled in the crowd back to the tentage for their bags as fast as they could just to get home after the debrief.

My 2nd and last training was on Thursday.
Apparently, I was late again.
Zhi Yao/Ian was absent, so there were only Uncle Ben, Ryan and I.
Some of the trainers came to help before the rehearsal.
We did the same old thing, but it was worse.
All the bags were dumped like nobody's business.
Ryan and I re-arranged all the bags, WHICH WAS LIKE BURNING IN HELL.
Some bags weighed as if the owner is leaving home or something and some bags had numerous other bags tied to it.
It didn't look feasible at first, but THE MISERY ENDED WITH JADE'S HELP.
Uncle Ben, Ryan and I slacked again, waiting for the performers to finish.
Ryan aspires to join the opposition party, and he feels so proud when he thought of getting a card that states "Worker's Party".
The I-need-to-go-home-early cases surfaced when rehearsal just ended, Uncle Ben just told them to write down their particulars and our jobs were just to grab their bags and let them go.
AND A TREMENDOUS THING HAPPENED.

A
BAG
WENT
MISSING.

Kenneth sent a treasure hunt to search from the pit building to The Float, but to no avail. D:
Imagine you lost your bag with all your assets inside.

Friday was first actual parade.
Then guess what. I was sick.

I went back today, for the last Chingay Parade.
The baggage deposit system had little changes and I met a new group member named Alvin.
While the performers were busy with their make-ups and costume stuff, we were busy sorting out the number tags. LOL.
For the 16874518341o7394981 times, a fellow called Steve gave incessant warning through the mike how serious they take threatening cases.
So Alvin and Ryan were having some drama about how he brought his message across to those gangsters. Steve's favourite tagline shall be, "CHALLENGE ME!"
One by one, the performers started gushing in to deposit their belongings.
All the participants and volunteers were given Ben and Jerry's ice-cream.
Uncle Ben somehow stole extras for us. Shh.
Each of us took one but the ice-cream was too hard.

Zhi Yao/Ian: Adding pressure to it will make it melt faster.
me: Really?
Zhi Yao: Yes. Right, Alvin?
Alvin: *shook his head*
me: LOL.

Surprisingly, Zhi Yao finished his ice-cream first with his false information.

After all of performers left for the actual parade dancing their hearts out, the tentage was lacklustre, giving us time to slack.
The fireworks started exploding into sky after the grand finale.
We wanted to take a group photo with the fireworks, but failed because Ryan's phone was in video mode.
There was a second time, which was another epic failed because by the time everyone was ready, the fireworks was gone. AHAHAHA.
The performers came back to get their bags after some time.
The collection turned out pretty smooth due to the new system, although Ryan got stuck when the rafia string was unable to be removed from the performer's bag, until the performer herself got rid of it easily.
I bet Ryan felt embarrassed.
Anyway, all the bags were collected back and we happily went home.

THANK YOU,
Adibah
Alvin
Benny
Betty
Jade
Ryan
Uncle Ben
Zhi Yao/Ian
FOR MAKING MY FIRST CHINGAY INVOLVEMENT SUCH AN AWESOME ONE.
(There were other people, but I don't know their names. )

Tutti.

2011-02-09T20:29:00.004+08:00

This is how Brother Chua categorises the band.

Melody

Counter-melody

Extras

Sound effects.

LOL.

Banner and tentage.

2011-02-07T19:15:00.002+08:00

CONSCIENCE,
IS A DAMN THING.

See, I'm involved in the Chingay rehearsal on Monday. (No, I'm not the performer. I'm just the crew.)

I'm supposed to report by 6pm at F1 pit, so I intended to excuse myself earlier from band.
Who would have guessed, our conductor fumed a whole chunk of lecture at us.
I ended up not leaving earlier because as the first sentence states, conscience is a damn thing.
If I were to leave, Mr Fahmi would think that I'm some insolent kid that treats his supposedly motivating speech like shit.
Boon Jin's instrument went on repair, so I kind of got a little reprimand by Mr Fahmi when I didn't play his solo during practice.
He was the one who scolded me when I played with Boon Jin. MYGAWD.

I rushed to Promenade and met Cass, Ashley and Megat (they're one of those thousand performers).
Cass and Ashley were such kind souls to bring me to F1 pit.

me: Thanks for bringing me here.
Cass: Do you need to bring me to the PAYM tentage?
me: No need, you all have brought me here.
Cass: I need to go to the PAYM tentage anyway.
me: Nonono, I'm looking for the PAYM banner.
Cass: YOU IDIOT. The PAYM banner is in the PAYM tentage.

I was deployed to the bag deposit area where we tag the performers' bags and stuff.
The volunteers were given McChicken and someone bought chocolate ice-cream from Shaw Tower for us.
OH YEAH THE ICE-CREAM WAS HEAVENLY.

The rehearsal dragged until 11pm, but the volunteers were only dismissed at 11.30pm.

Truly Asia.

2011-02-04T10:42:00.001+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Wei Lin.
So how's CNY at Malaysia?

CNY.

2011-02-03T15:51:00.004+08:00

I know it sucks to have a grandmother who has a hell lot children because then you would have to spend your whole highly-anticipated holiday visiting relatives.

BUT HOW WISH I COULD GET OUT OF SINGAPORE AND GO BACK TO MY AWESOME HOMETOWN.
A whole day in Malaysia would be greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

Open sesame.

2011-01-29T23:44:00.007+08:00

BGSS Concert Band is really something.

Band practice was supposed to start at 8.30am, fall-in at 8.15am, report by 8am.
However, the 4 band teachers failed to be in school to pass the keys to Alif to open band room.
Everyone who went early had to sit outside and wait.
I was actually late according to the clock, but since fall-in got delayed, I was counted lucky.

Had our fall-in and we went to the hall to arrange the chairs for practice.
Mrs T C.C finally came, opened the band room for us to set up our instruments.
Then David did an awesome thing.
.
.
.
.
.
HE ISSUED THE DOUBLE REEDS SECTION OUR REEDS.
OH YEAH NEW REEDS.

Wei Ling and I felt so alive receiving new reeds. (Boon Jin doesn't really bother.) :DDD

All of us took our own sweet time, taking instruments and files and stands from the band room up to the hall, so by the time everyone settled down, one hour just gone by.
Mr Fahmi flew into rage and hollered at the band about those absentees, then break us for sectionals all the way until 11am.
That's like, 2.5 hours. THAT WAS THE LONGEST SECTIONALS WE EVER HAD.

Sectionals were pretty much just practising.
Jing Yi kept squeaking from playing low notes so Yun Yi and Boon Jin kept laughing.
And Jing Yi never fails to give the innocent face when he did a mistake.
Boon Jin and I practised and practised and practised until we kind of lost our attention.
The only interesting thing we had was the tuner-metronome thingy.
Apparently, I can't clap on time with the metronome. MYGAWD.
I'm should be feeling very happy about the new reed, until I realised how hard was it to play with it.

Mr Fahmi called us back and he made a little speech.
He was probably also angry about the school cutting band's budget because he sounded as if he was protesting.
This year, we would most probably have to pay for our own food during band camp. (IS HE SERIOUS.) and double reeds section is just going to receive 4 reeds for the whole year (and he even added, "I don't care, you better take care of your own reeds."). Now all the reeds must be treated like rare gold now.

We did combined, which was rather screwed.
So this was what he did:

Our conductor, stop us abruptly during the second piece.

He said, "okay band you're dismissed. I have nothing to say. No need to thank me."

And walked out of the hall just like that.

What a Saturday morning. Isn't band so memorable.

Squeak, squeak.

2011-01-28T21:13:00.004+08:00

I just broke my record of not blogging for 4 days.
Let's take a look at what productive things were there this week.

Monday
MATHS WAS TERRIBLY HORRIBLE.
Ms Tan was fuming mad by our atrocious test results
Our class had a 0-mark scorer, which made it even more infuriating since it was open-book.

Tuesday
I have no idea since when my comprehension skills became so bad.
Mr Hafiedz tried more than 982638745321 times just to explain to me what's general and specific analysis, but I still can't get it.
Research is the biggest hurdle you have to cross for D&T, I have to say.

Wednesday
I FELT ACCOMPLISHED.
I finally managed to understand what Mr Hafiedz was trying to explain. (Okay, maybe just a little).
Somehow I had a severe sore throat after recess.
My voice was screwed. OH YEAH IT WAS.
So I skipped band. (Boon Jin believed that having a sore throat was just an excuse.)

Thursday
MYGAWD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE AGONY WHEN
YOU CAN'T SPEAK.
The whole day in school was misery.
I went home straight after school when I realised I had a fever.

Friday
Absent-from-school day.
I got my jab from Dr Diane early in the morning and the temperature subsided in the afternoon.
Well, I didn't recover fully, but healthy enough to go back school.
Jia Liang apparently had troubles finding Ms Eileen Ong, and afterwards a few councillors helped her with the cleanliness class award judging.
Waited for Jerry after the softball match. The opposition school won by 16 marks anyway.
Choir ended about the same time, so we walked out of school together.

One month.

2011-01-23T19:54:00.002+08:00

Goodbye, Stella.
You know we love you.
And will still love you when you're in London.

Time schedule.

2011-01-20T21:56:00.001+08:00

Doesn't this looks familiar.

Whale burgers.

2011-01-18T20:34:00.006+08:00

Yati (a.k.a) Nigel made a great speech today.
Khuzaimah, Tisya, Vanessa, him and I were in the same group to write a persuasive speech during English.
We started writing crap and it actually sounded pretty convincing.
STOP KILLING WHALES. LOL.

SS was bad. BAAAAAD.
After one period of studying and chunking the information into one paragraph, Mrs Choo kindly showed us three videos on deterrence.
And guess what. 3/4 of the class had their heads on the tables.
She got furious since she already warned us not to sleep.
So from now on, 4e3 IS NOT GOING TO WATCH ANY SS VIDEOS FOR REST OF THE YEAR.

Yati, who was sitting beside me, suddenly gave me this serious face after lunch.

A few days ago.

me: Nigel, how come under your table is so empty.
Yati: Pro mah.
me: Mine is like overflowing.
Yati: See, mine is so neat.
me: Whatever.

Today

Yati: *the serious tone* Hungshen, I think I'm becoming like you.
me: HUH, WHY?
Yati: *points under his table*
me: Screw you.

He's making it my fault that under his table is filled too.

Nothing interesting went on during Chinese lesson.
Wei Sheng was being such a disturbance because I was on the verge of dozing off.
Anyway, I managed to survived the two dreading periods.

The compulsory band sectionals practice was misery.
There were no breaks.
NO BREAKS!
From 3pm to 5.30pm, all-round the clock practising.
Boon Jin and I started quarreling because I kept annoying him.
Watch out people, he's a violent fellow. He wanted to smack me with the tuner. MYGAWD.

Roman, Jia Liang and I didn't wait for Jerry and went home first because Roman believed that Jerry wouldn't want to stop playing Softball with some AHS guy.
I even spam-called him 20 times, but contacting him was to no avail.

Antagonist.

2011-01-15T00:00:00.003+08:00

Jerry was mad. But Roman had to provoke him everytime Jerry's mouth opened.

Jerry: The problem with me is that my mother complains a lot but my father doesn't.
Roman: So are you a guy or a girl.
me: He's trying to say he inherits his mum.
Roman: But if you're a guy, you should be following your father!
Jerry: *shot the I'll-bash-you-up face*

Repaying kindness.

2011-01-14T20:54:00.004+08:00

HELLO,
Chun Hui.
You're such an enthusiastic reader.

The nature of M.

2011-01-13T20:09:00.009+08:00

WARNING:
The below paragraph will fill you with repugnance.
It's extremely gross, so if you're some cleanliness freak, I advice you to get away now.

D&T theme was on collection. And Roman said this,
"some people collect mucus because they find it very relieving and reminds them of their previous activity. Then they'll stick their mucus as a wall collection. When the mucus dries up, it'll have very distinct shapes and natural colours."

-End of disgusting topic-

Jia Liang and I were laughing like nobody's business when he innocently said that. MYGAWD.
Then both of them started bickering because of AMaths.

Roman: How do you do this?
Jia Liang: *wrote formulas*
Roman: Like that?
Jia Liang:You don't believe me?
Roman: I believe you! Everytime. But sometimes you're not reliable.
Jia Liang: *smacked him hard*
Jia Liang: I'm patting you.
Roman: That sentence is not reliable.

Make up your mind.

2011-01-12T22:36:00.004+08:00

If there's one thing I took away from the council meeting this afternoon, it's a powerful sentence Mrs Teo said.
"You can't always be thinking about SYF".

HEARD THAT, CHUAN YIN. HEARD THAT?

Chewing speed.

2011-01-11T19:21:00.004+08:00

Juniors nowadays are getting ridiculous.
For example, Jian Hong and Khairul.
I swear doing morning duty with them at the foyer was torture. (But pretty fun when teasing Jian Hong).
The councillors stood at attention for national anthem and left the pink slip on the ground.
AND THIS HUGE WIND CAME FROM NOWHERE AND BLEW ALL THE PINK SLIP TO THE DAMP SOIL.
They had to pick up each and every piece. Feng Shan was the most unlucky fellow, because he got into contact with poo.
Do you feel disgusted?
Then guess what he did. He bent down to the nearest puddle of stagnant on the corridor, and rinse his dirty hand there.
Do you feel even more disgusted?
That, is my best flag-raising mentee.

LUNCH.
Jerry just showed his humble side today.
He actually swallowed his pride, that costs just as much as his enormous ego, and apologised to me for throwing away his unfinished drink.
It's miracle.

Additional compulsory band practice.
It's the first time I arrived earlier than Boon Jin and helped him set up the instrument.
We had sectionals, followed by combined.
Mrs Chia tried to conduct with an extremely slow tempo to reveal all our terrible mistakes.
Then Boon Jin had to trigger my laughing nerves when he whispered, "imagine you're chewing your food at this speed."
I couldn't control my laughter and started giggling. MYGAWD.

There wasn't fall-out this time (YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY).
But, the band leaders kept repeating and repeating and repeating the point they're trying to bring across.
IT'S NOT LIKE WE DON'T KNOW THE IMPORTANCE OF SYF. You guys have been drilling it into us.
IT'S NOT LIKE WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF OUR STANDARD DROP. You guys warned us 7298487q39748796248764 times.
AND IT'S DEFINITELY NOT LIKE WE DON'T CARE.

Anyway, I was getting impatient with their unoriginal speech when Brother Ng did something hilarious.

Chuan Yin: WHAT DO WE WANT TO GET FOR SYF?
band: *murmured*
Samantha: Say again!
Chuan Yin: WHAT DO WE WANT TO GET FOR SYF?
band: *murmured louder*
Chuan Yin: Not convincing! My grandmother can do better than you!
Brother Ng: Then ask your grandmother to come lah!
Timothy and I: AHAHAHAHAHA.

Collection.

2011-01-10T22:44:00.006+08:00

It's the second week of school. And the poor D&T students received the O-level paper early in the morning.
Where on earth is mercy.

Mr Tan Y.H and Ms Nora were pretty fast about changing our seating arrangements.
So Vincent and Ker Shen sat together infront of me, again. MYGAWD.
Have I ever mentioned they have the tendency to drag you to slumberland too?
My buddy is now Sharifah, this genius who topped our class.
Somehow, any unlucky person who sits beside me is always a very quiet soul.
And you have no idea how hard is it to joke with them.

Nothing much about lessons, until the release of O-level results.
Mrs Teo was fuming mad at some of us.
OH YES FUMING MAD. I thought she was going to go ballistic and bawled at us, but the fact that she just stormed past us made us even for afraid.
Wei Lin deployed us to the respective classes, and we did whatever we were told to do.
I was wondering why the this year's sec 4s were invited for the release of results.

me: So they came here as supporters.
Mr Teo: No lah, *a whole chunk of explanation*
me: *pretended to understand* Ohhh.
Mr Teo: Or maybe they're really here as supporters.
me: LOL.

That was first time I witnessed people crying after seeing their results.

We got dismissed and I grabbed my bag and rushed for band.
My conductor's charcoal-black face when he finds out you're late for band is, well, I don't wish to be explicit here.
There were sectionals, but apparently the canoeists dominated our usual area so the double reed section went as far as Chemistry lab 1.
Went back into the band room for combined.
It's either Boon Jin is some impatient dude or an eager fellow, because he kept complaining that I'm extremely slow.
First he thinks I took a long time clearing the disturbing saliva in my oboe, second he thinks that I took a long time helping him bringing his oboe to him and collecting his stuff back from our practice area.

The rain came at such ungodly hour, that I was stuck at the bus stop for 20 mins waiting for a damn bus 17 back home.
The feeling I got when I FINALLY saw the bus was priceless.

Tangled tale.

2011-01-08T20:32:00.003+08:00

Laugh.

Secrets.

2011-01-07T20:26:00.004+08:00

I can't believe how mundane is school life now, that I have nothing much to blog.
WE WERE JUST STUCK IN THE CLASSROOM FOR THE ENTIRE DAY (except for recess and lunch).
Maybe Thursday morning was a little more hilarious because of Jerlyn.

Jerlyn: I can't find my class.
me: You're having PE now?
Jerlyn: No, after Common Test period.
me: Oh yeah, common test.
Jerlyn: Common test period.
me: Yeah, common test.
Jerlyn: Period.
me: Common test.
Jerlyn: PERIOD!

OH BOY WAS HER VOICE RESONANT.
I swear those late-comers several feets behind us could hear her.

Went out for lunch today with Jerry, Roman and Jia Liang.
Since Jerry was the one who suggested it, we didn't want to reject. (Three of us were still pretty guilty of what we did).
Then some unpleasant things happened because of a damn thing called ego.

Jia Liang went for choir and I camped in the canteen with Jing Guang to do homework.
We are such diligent people.
Shao Kai joined us, followed by 2 clowns, Rahmat and Feng Shan.
Rahmat was doing his malay homework when Feng Shan was obsessed with his own nonsense jokes and couldn't stop laughing. Rahmat even treated him milo.
Have I ever mentioned he has this compassionate side evidently displayed.
Before Jia Liang came down, Feng Shan shared someone's secret with us. A pretty interesting secret. MUHAHAHAHA.

Choir ended and the bunch of us walked out with Jia Liang.

The beauty of unglam photos.

2011-01-04T20:05:00.004+08:00

MY GAWD, KAI LUN.

Yeah, he proudly admits that the circumference of his eyes are pretty small.

Ohai, Wei Liang.

Don't get nightmare afterward.

This is Jerlyn. The actual one.

photo courtesy to Brother.
And my awesome phone.

Brother was tired.

Hygiene Technician

2011-01-03T20:56:00.004+08:00

We sincerely apologise,
Jerry.
For 1.Tricking you to Alexander road.
2. Pizza night.
3. Leaving you to the doctor while we studied in KFC.
We are such awesome friends, aren't we?

Yours truly from me, Jia Liang and Roman.

THANK YOU,
DAD.
I can't believe you took time off from your busy busy work just to buy me phone.
How touched I was.

Okay. Enough of the dramas.
Being students, it's only during the last day of holiday then we realised how piled up our homeworks have gotten.
Jia Liang, Roman and I went to KFC to finish whatever crap we've not done.

-let's skip the part where we were all mugging. Jia Liang suspected that Roman might have gotten brain cancer because for every question he did, he had to take a break. So apparently he wasn't doing anything productive. Amazing, huh.-

It was near evening and I'm finally done with all the homework that need to be done urgently. Roman's attention was losing so I played Bingo with him. Jia Liang joined us for a few game and went back to AMaths.
THEN THE FUNNY PART CAME.
There was this family (or so they seemed) sitting just beside us.

Baby: *yakking yakking yakking*
Mother: Tomorrow you'll go school and mummie will go to work, okay?
*some chatting*
Aunt (or sister): Listen to me...If you don't study hard, when you grow up, you sweep the floor.
me: *turned to Roman* Talking to you.

He didn't get the joke until we illustrated to him. When he finally understood why Jia Liang and I were laughing so hysterically, we accidentally came up with another scenario.

THE ORIGINAL:

Baby: *yakking yakking yakking*
Mother: Tomorrow you'll go school and mummie will go to work, okay?
*some chatting*
Aunt (or sister): Listen to me...If you don't study hard, when you grow up, you sweep the floor.
Baby: *still yakking HAPPILY*
Auntie: *speechless*

THE IMPROVED VERS:

Baby: *yakking yakking yakking*
Mother: Tomorrow you'll go school and mummie will go to work, okay?
*some chatting*
Aunt (or sister): Listen to me...If you don't study hard, when you grow up, you sweep the floor.
Baby: OH YEAH MUMMIE, I WANT TO BE A HYGIENE TECHNICIAN.
Auntie: *HOLY CRAP*

Imagine IF the baby really replied that.

Not funny.

2011-01-01T12:29:00.000+08:00

AWESOME. AFTER A NIGHT OF PARTYING. I'M HAVING A DARN FEVER.

Are you ready.

2010-12-31T11:30:00.001+08:00

Watching Gulliver's Travel on New Year's Eve doesn't gives any excitement. You still get stuck in a dark room with strangers watching the same film.
But, BUT, BUT. It was because I watched it with my two best buddies during the Metta project, so it was still pretty awesome.
We bought our tickets first and went for lunch. (Most of us do that, don't we?)
Being such indecisive people, we stoned outside the cinema discussing about where to eat.
There were some random Japanese restaurant which has crippling prices, Pasta Mania, Kopitiam.
After looooong pondering, we ended up at Subway. Mainly because Eugene failed at scissors-paper-stone and lost to Vincent twice.
Munched our delicious sandwiches. The cookies were so sweet and yummy, and Eugene was an idiot wanting to throw them away.
Time was running out, yet we still strolled back to the cinema and entered the theatre hall.

-movie ended-

I figured out I had to rush because I had my stuff locked in the library's locker and the library is closing at 5pm.
I was supposed to meet Stella and company for the countdown party at 5 too. Sadly, due to some activities, I could only go at 11pm.
Ericia and Yi Jun went first, while Stella, DD and Zhi Hao were being such great friends and waited for me outside.
40 minutes was enough for us to reach the entrance at Marina Bay, but the problem came when the damn seurity guard refused to let us in.
S_____ used her last resort (I have to be ambiguous here lest she got stripped off her scholarship for inappropriate actions.) and got us into the venue.
Looking for Ericia and Yi Jun in the people-flooded area wasn't an easy task, I swear.
We have to literally yell at each other to converse.

me: STELLA, HAVE YOU CALLED THEM?
Stella: WHAT?
me: HAVE YOU CALLED THEM?
Stella: CALL WHO?
DD: MY MOTHER.
Stella: WHAT FOR?
DD: GOSH, CALL THE LOST SOULS!
Stella: WHO IS LOST?
DD: ERICIA AND YI JUN, DUMBASS!

LOL.
The countdown was just in time when we found them.
Then there comes the fireworks and marked the end of 2010.

Put in your face.

2010-12-30T23:46:00.007+08:00

DD, Zhi Hao, Yi Jun and I were stuck in this severely vapid drama lecture that Stella dragged us to because she had NOTHING BETTER TO DO in Singapore.
Ericia, how much did we envy you.
It was early in the morning, and all of us were half-dead. Including those strangers participants.
I clearly have no idea how the professor carried on his lecture with 20 sleeping souls.

To kill our boredom, we started passing notes (while Zhi Hao was really in his slumberland).

DD: Do you love Harry Potter?
me: The wizard?
Stella: No, your mother.
me: What?
DD: YES, THE WIZARD.
me: Oh, nope.
DD: Then Twilight?
me: No way.
DD: So you're not into fantasy fiction.
me: OH! But I love Narnia.
Yi Jun: You're weird. *started fidgeting with his phone*
AND TA-DA. HE FOUND THIS:
me: Gawd, where did you get that.
Yi Jun: Web.
DD: Duh, or else from where.
Stella: SO FUNNY.
Yi Jun: Was that sarcasm.
Stella: Nah. I'm not that lame.
Yi Jun: LOL.
DD: LOL.
me: LOL.
Stella: LOL.

-END OF NOTE-PASSING PART 1-

Silver.

2010-12-29T18:24:00.006+08:00

There's something special and different and extraordinary about band practice today.
Oboe section has instrument stand now.
OH YEAH IT'S THE OBOE STAND. This formidable thing Boon Jin and I have been waiting for ever since last year when our conductor announced so loudly he was going to buy.

And, and, and. I just realised oblivion could be so epic.

Boon Jin: *Dropped his music scores.*
me: *stared at the music scores as they flew to the ground*
Boon Jin: *stoned at his seat while the poor music scores laid there*
me: Do I look like I'm going to help you take.
Boon Jin: You should at least move your stand, right.
me: *realised my music stand was blocking him* OHHHH.

Santa Claus is coming to town.

2010-12-25T20:03:00.000+08:00

WELCOME BACK,
STELLA.

STELLA IS BACK.
DD, Zhi Hao, Ericia and I stood at the arrival hall crowded by impatient people for a whole 2 hours just to wait for Stella to touch down in Singapore and appeared at the exit.
There's one thing so unfair about airlines. You are expected to wait for the plane, but the damn plane would never wait for you.

Stella came out pulling her pink polka dots luggage and age-old sun glasses. Her hair was blonde now, and she meticulously plaited them from both sides of her head.
Presenting to you, THE GENIUS WHO DOESN'T TALK OR LOOK LIKE A NERD.
DD and Zhi Hao nearly couldn't recognise this beauty. Talking about being friends since kindergarten.
We did all the hugs and yells before leaving and went around exploring the airport.
Holy, I bet Santa Claus has been going on a diet, because there was this slim Santa strolling at airport, snapping photos with tourists. What a close imitation.
Ericia's dad dropped us at their house pretty distance away, where Stella placed her luggage and stuff at the you-will-go-more-than-just-wow house.
It's a bungalow. GO WOW, PEOPLE.

Stella: Thank you so much, Mr Chng.
Mr Chng (Ericia's dad): You're so welcome, Stella!
Stella: Have I ever told you I love you?
Mr Chng: *widened his eyes* No.
Stella: Hmm, you thought I would have.
The rest: LOL.

Mr Chng must have felt so embarrassed.

The Christmas tour officially started as soon as we left Ericia's house.
Marina Bay, the entire Orchad (gawd, Orchad again), and lastly, OUR KINDERGARTEN.
The Christmas night play put up by exactly 100 kids was utter awesome-ness.
BRAVO, BRAVO!
Interacted with the children and went touring in the kindergarten.
Ahh, nostalgia.

We went back to Ericia's house and continued with our Christmas plan.
CAKE-MAKING.
Her dad have purchased all the ingredients for us so we just mix and mess everything to produce...

CHRISTMAS STRAWBERRY CHOCOLATE
GREEN LOG CAKE WITH PURPLE REINDEER.

Sounds heavenly, huh. You bet.
DD and I secretly disappeared into Ericia's guest room to prepare the surprise welcome party for Stella, while the three of them cleaned up the kitchen. (We're such considerate souls).

Zhi Hao and Ericia finally brought Stella in, and bam! Stella squealed in delight and burst into tears when she realised what was happening.
After everything was settled, we sat down on the coach and watched movies while munching some LEFT-OVER snacks Stella brought back from London.

Stella: I decided to share these with you guys *pulled out a bunch of leftover snacks*
DD: But you are already half-way to finishing them.
Stella: Yeah, I decided too late.
Zhi Hao, Ericia and I: AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

When the cold wind blows.

2010-12-23T21:18:00.003+08:00

73 AWESOME COUNCILLORS PULLED THROUGH THE UNBELIEVABLE 4D3N RETREAT CAMP. FEEL THE JOY.

The first exciting activity on the first day was dragon boating, where the 8 groups combined to form another 4 bigger groups.
Somehow there were these few girls who kept squealing as if the dragon boat was going to capsize the next instant moment.
We were having so much fun paddling towards Merlion area from Kallang river when drizzles came.
It didn't stop us from having the race though.
Everyone is a winner, but my group and Iffah's group finished the race first. MUHAHAHAHA.
Campfire was actually one of the things I really looked forward to.
Unfortunately, inconsiderate people decided to skip the camp with or without genuine reasons, so there were activities whereby re-planning was needed. Ugh.
Tisya and I spent the whole campfire time lodging ourselves in the canteen doing the proposal.
HOW AWESOME WERE WE.
By the time I appeared for campfire, the MC went, "so now let's invite Mr Hafiz to extinguish the fire and close this campfire."
I swear my heart just dove to the pit of my bottomless stomach.

So the second day arrived.
Waiting for instructions for breakfast felt like waiting for snails to gather.
My group had nothing better to do, so I started swapping "ch" into "sh" from words and pronouncing them.
Khairil and Yan Ying joined in and soon we got so carried away with those screwed up words.
Our awesome sentence - "I lost my shocalate at shangi airport on the flight to shicago."
It was the most hilarious when Khairil tried pronouncing them for the first time.

Went up to tech room for leadership lecture.
A 3-hour lecture in the morning was definitely sleep-inducing.

Lunch time, and my group was still playing with the words.
Even Shawn from the neighbouring group got annoyed. AHAHAHAHA.

I don't know about the rest, but the team-building games in the hall was making Roman, Khairul ad I laughing our heads off.
The awkward game is called "Caterpillar" and it was Jian Hong's brilliant idea, they said.
You have to put your legs infront, on the person sitting infront of you. When a bunch of people do that, it forms a "Caterpillar". The group is supposed to travel from one point to another point in that position.
The funny part came when this under-grown fellow, Ammar got stuck in the middle.
He was practically getting dragged across the polished floor.

The highlight of the camp was next.
Wait for it, WAIT FOR IT.

IT'S AMAZING RACE
AT ORCHARD ROAD.

The last-minute planning was pretty failed though.
Let's not go into it, shall we?
Kah Kheng, Angeline, Tisya and I went roving around the whole stretch of Orchard road.
Kah Kheng's stoic face is truly frightening. Even when he was indulging in McFlurry, his expression shown suggested that he wasn't enjoying it at all.

Gathered back at Wisma Atrium and Mr Hafiedz broke a devastating news to us - the damn bus company refused to drive into our pick-up area due to the traffic jam and we have to walk all the way to F1 pit to board the bus.
What's worse, if we don't reach there by 20 mins, the bus drivers will just take off.
As everyone got their butts off the ground, the night walk has officially started.
And almost everyone had no idea that what Mr Hafiedz have just said, was a complete lie.
That was just part of the plan. You got tricked too, didn't you?
Jere, Tisya, Jia Liang and I each went with the four groups that were combined from the 8 groups.
Roman and Wei Lin had to join the group I'm taking because they will be the source to contact me.

My night walk group arrived at the F1 pit first, and they decided to use the toilet.
Mrs Loong, who was walking with us, brought us into Marina Bay Sand for the toilet.
MY GAWD, THE BRIDGE BRINGING US INTO MARINA BAY SAND WAS UTTERLY LONG.
And that wasn't enough.
We have to walk past 384687264028423 shops just to release ourselves.
By the time we reached back at F1 pit, everyone else was there.

Mr Hafiedz continued with his evil plan, but nobody fell for it this time.
Now the 4 groups combined to form 2 huge groups.
Mr Hafiedz estimated for us to reach back school by 4 am.
But guess what time we actually reached.
6.30 AM.

We actually completed walking 35 km, from Orchard to Bedok. Beat that.

Washed up and slept till 11.30, whereby we have to prepare to go Ngee Ann poly for the programme called "Dialogue in the Dark".
We were split into our night walk group and again further split into smaller groups for the tour.
Basically the tour was about experiencing the blind. The room was in pitch-black, and the whole tour was led by a blind too.
Travelled back to school for flag-lowering ceremony and dinner.

It was our last dinner for the camp, so the teachers wouldn't allow us to eat unless we give our best cheer.
The reason why I treasured meal times so much is because that is always most probably the time I get to bond with my awesome group mates.

We went back to our bunks and slept after a long debrief.

The last day of our camp was meant for sec 1 registration duties.
The event ended, and we went to tech room for lecture 2.

SO. AFTER 3 HOURS FOR LECTURE.
THE CAMP FINALLY CAME TO AN END.

Anticipation.

2010-12-19T23:08:00.001+08:00

Gawd, another camp coming up.
Council retreat camp shall drain all our energy away again.
Till Thursday, people.

Scam.

2010-12-16T20:17:00.004+08:00

Deadly scissor.

2010-12-15T23:58:00.003+08:00

Thank you,
Jia Liang and Roman.
For your grand visit. (And the heavenly Ferero Rocher.)

2010-12-14T18:17:00.009+08:00

To Catherine, my beloved younger sister.

Grief and remorse must have covered you like a choking blanket when you first saw your PSLE result.
No matter how playful and mischievous you were, I know you never expected yourself to end up in NA stream.
Don't feel demoralised, because you can always work harder.

Being in the primary school's badminton team, you have helped to win several honorable championships like getting 1st for East Zone Inter-school tournament and Pilot Pen Cup National Championships. The medals you brought home proudly are the best evidence.
It is indeed worth praising and great recognition.
You do have a talent. An undeniably sports talent.
Maybe the school you are going to study in will not give a damn (which is highly possible), but I believe you will always be the best athlete sister ever.

Cry your heart out, my dear sister. It's no shame.

Yours truly,

Spin your plate.

2010-12-13T21:01:00.004+08:00

The 1-hour MRT train ride to Jurong didn't seem very long after all.
Eugene, Jia Liang and I walked to Science Centre after alighting at Jurong East.
You might think that we are some Science geeks visiting Science Centre to gain Science knowledge, but no.
We went there for our second year volunteer work.

A few SCGS and TKGS students came and Eugene was so afraid that he might be the only male.
Until some Yishun school boys stepped into the waiting area.
The instructor arrived punctually and gave us instructions.

For the first half of the day, the three of us stood near the entrance spinning/balancing plates.
Like some China acrobats, a visitor claimed.
It was pretty fun, although we have no idea what's the science behind it.
Eugene had a really hard time trying to get the plate to turn on the stick. He believed that boys shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff.
We were released for lunch earlier than expected.
Despite receiving 5 bucks MacD's voucher, I didn't want to eat at MacD because I've been stuffing myself with fast food these few days.
Mygawd, imagine the fats accumulated.

Sadly, we still ended up eating at MacD because that damn rain stopped us from going to hawker centre.
Reported back to Volunteer room to continue with the second half of the day.

Puzzle cart is dead boring.
Jia Liang figured out that it's most probably that electric-shocker chair's fault, since it produces deafening sound when someone pays one buck to try on it. And we are unfortunately deployed to set up the station there.
Eugene couldn't stop whining about the chair. He remarked, "Those guys are so stupid. They paid 1 dollar just to get shock." LOL.

The instructor came to tell us to pack up, dump everything into the volunteer room and headed home.

Like an eagle.

2010-12-11T22:32:00.002+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Jinny.
Music drives your passion.

Spot the ends.

2010-12-10T17:20:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Vanessa-K
You still have to move in with life.

Happy Birthday,
Shaik.
Your humongous eyes are pretty scary.

Fish and chicken.

2010-12-09T20:34:00.002+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Vincent-L.
Long John's Silvers!

Sandcastle dreams.

2010-12-08T20:18:00.007+08:00

Happy Birthday,
De Xun.
Gold swimmer may drown too.

Anyway, here are the photos taken during mine and De Xun's birthday celebration.

My masterpiece.

JJ's legendary picnic mat.

SAND SAND SAND.

The never-ending hopscotch.

This fellow was just acting cool.

Our striking poses.

Birthday girl, Organiser (a.k.a Beckham) and Birthday boy.

Photos courtesy to Tisya.

IT'S MY DAY.

2010-12-07T21:21:00.005+08:00

I'M 15.
Finally.

Thank you so much for your birthday wishes.

Stella
When you get your ass back to Singapore, I'll show you what I've got.

DD, Ericia, Zhi Hao
You guys just made the greatest birthday celebration ever.

Chris & Dawn
Tasimane
Dao Wei
Eileen
Johnathan
Mei Yi
Nelson
Nicholas
Pei Shan
Shi Min
Susan

Bernice
Brother Ng
De Xun
Eugene
Jasper
Jere
Jerry
Jia Liang
Jian Hong
Jing Guang
Jing Jie
Kah Kheng
Kian Teng
Nigel
Roman
Shao Kai
Tisya
Wei Lin

Aunt Brigitte
15 CANDLES ARE AWESOME.

Ezequiel
Honestly, I never thought you would remember my birthday.

Mother
Your memo note on the fridge is touching enough.

Sister
OH YEAH CHOCOLATE CAKE AND BRACES AND NAIL POLISH.

Doh Ray Me.

2010-12-06T22:59:00.007+08:00

Have fun at Port Dickson for choir festival,
Jia Liang.
Voices rock the world.

BROTHER.

2010-12-05T21:00:00.005+08:00

After reading Brother's old blog posts, I concluded the following:

He WAS pretty depressed.
Boredom always struck him.
He WAS a fan of Paramore. I emphasised, WAS.
He owned a touch-screen phone.
He has great observation skills, which leads me to telling you the next point,
he is a smart fellow. Don't you deny it.
Santa Claus doesn't exist in his mind.
Pizza hut is one of his favourite restaurants.
He likes off-guard photos. A lot. Like an obsession.
He is proud to be Zhi Wei's and Eileen's senior. Cheers for Euphonium.

AND ONE MORE THING.

BROTHER IS ADORABLY CHARMING.

Presenting to you, Mr Zachary Ng.
I know you'll ogle at him.

Ripped from Facebook.

Let yourself go.

2010-12-05T18:41:00.005+08:00

ITALY. INDIA. BALI.
We should all go some place. Some place where we can marvel at something.

"You were given life;
it is your duty to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight."
-Elizabeth Gilbert.
Eat Pray Love.

Toblerone.

2010-12-04T18:28:00.004+08:00

Mr Fahmi withdrew me from the band concert.
Those who were performing have attended band camp, so he believed that it wouldn't be fair if I just joined after stepping foot on Singapore.
Mr Tan S.T gave me a reserved seat anyway.
Brother's solo was beautiful. OH YEAH IT WAS.

I got permission from Mrs Quek to stay overnight (after many failed attempts to contact dad).
Debbie was really kind, she shared her sleeping bag with me as a blanket.
The hall was freezing at night.

Went back home in the morning to get my rest and walked back to school for instrument maintenance.
It's a sad thing that bass clarinet is officially separated from double reeds. We were only together because bassoon created a link.
Lower winds, double reeds. Bass clarinet, bassoon, oboe. Do you get it?
But, but, but. We were not obliged to get ourselves divided for informal things like instrument maintenance.
Everyone occupied the band room, except for Yun Yi and Chrystal.
I bet the partial reason for them staying in the store room was because they were too lazy to drag their heavy instruments out.
Since our sectional leader, Boon Jin was most probably having fun overseas, I joined them to guide them with the maintenance stuff.

The whole school is getting stingy, I swear.
Last year, one A4-size polish cloth was cut into 4 pieces.
This year, the same polish cloth was cut into 8 pieces.
Can you imagine how small the cloth is to big instruments like bass clarinet and trombone.
Chrystal tried really hard to make her bassoon shine, but to no avail.
Yun Yi was pretty skillful. Her bass clarinet was near pure silver after using many pieces of those pathetically-sized cloth.
I have no idea how Boon Jin made his oboe's screws corrode (which still disgust me thinking about it), but I still polished his damn instrument lest he blame me for being lazy.

Next activity was games at the hall.
We played random games we could think of, until the time passed.

Had debrief and the camp came to an end.

Bagus, High-5!

2010-12-03T22:16:00.006+08:00

4 days in Batam and life is back to Singapore.
It turned out that this was a leadership camp cum service learning trip.
Well, I'm going to spare you the grandmother's story. Let the photos speak for itself.
So this is how the ferry ride is like.

No, those aren't our vessel.

Leaving offshore.

What on earth was Yek Khee trying to do.

I have an awesome buddy.

day 2.

Walkie-talkies are more than magic to them.

Playing soccer. Bare-footed. On rough and rocky ground.

Instructor Jia Ling and Cynthia.

Instructor Dean.

End of our first visit.

day 3.

They called themselves "Gaga boys".

Dance, dance, dance.

Sweets are the key to people's heart.
(It was actually bribery.)

All the keen learners.

There were many many many more other activities during this leadership camp and service learning trip. But I'm too lazy to share.

Batam trip was just way beyond words could describe.

"As leaders, one day we have to let you go."
-Instructor Jia Ling

IT'S DECEMBER.

2010-12-01T21:09:00.001+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Jia Liang.
Your roses done by yours truly will arrive shortly.

Scooby Dooby Doo.

2010-11-30T21:05:00.007+08:00

Have fun at London/Germany/Paris,
Boon Jin.
Evidently, you're loaded with money.
I should be scorning at you for throwing your 2-bars solo to me and abandoned me to play section solo alone for the concert.
Do you know I haven't got the hang of both exigent parts yet?
But for all that you have done to put up with my incredibly bizarre behaviour and being the world's best senior (and because I ditched you for the last master class), I shall be an open-minded junior and send you my best wishes.

Ferry ride.

2010-11-28T17:08:00.002+08:00

Batam trip has better be worthwhile.
You have no idea how much I sacrificed to go to this 4-days trip.
Master class, band camp, Jia Liang's birthday, you name it.

Bake it now.

2010-11-27T19:01:00.005+08:00

Credits to Google.

I'm getting cupcakes. With blue icing. And rainbow sprinkles.

Because Ezequiel had a conviction that I smashed a cactus figurine.

But it turned out be the doing of his mother, Aunt Brigitte.

MUHAHAHAHA.

My tutor is a ninja.

2010-11-26T19:35:00.008+08:00

Let's just skip the Open House part, shall we?

If you have not realised, band practice charted this week's calendar.
Since Open House ended at 12 pm and I wanted to go for sectionals before Master class, Boon Jin went an extra mile to buy lunch to school.
Have I ever mentioned I have the best senior in the world?
Thank you, Boon Jin.

Chuan Yin and I ate in the band's store room, which is totally forbidden. Shh.
Mr Tan S.T walked in and there, we got caught red-handed. He was a kind soul, just reminded us to clean up after eating.

The thing about the flute section, is that they alway crash your practice.
Boon Jin and I occupied the store room for sectionals but Chuan Yin barged in, plopped himself beside us and started playing his melodies.
2 other flute players joined and obviously contributed to the deafening sound.
Then Zhi Wei came in, set up his Euphonium silently.
But oh boy, was his instrument loud.
Both of us wanted to get out of the store room cramped with noise, but ended up waiting for time to pass so that we could prepare for Master class.

Picking up our tutor at the foyer was becoming a routine.
I went around proclaiming that our tutor is a ninja. Apparently, some people was credulous about it.
Mr Tan S.T was over there too and then we yakked about music being like a highway robbery.
The exorbitant tax invoice has proven that a double reed costs a bomb and you have to sell 4 clarinets just to get 1 oboe.
OH YEAH, I'M PLAYING A REALLY EXPENSIVE INSTRUMENT.

Anyway, Mr Toh arrived late today. Maybe he will get paid with lesser money.
We brought him to the classroom and began our master class.
Then there was this part with equal semi-quavers that both of us just can't get it.
So he went, "COCONUT TA, BANANA TA", which was supposed to help us to get the rhythm right, but it sounded so whimsical that we laughed our heads off.
We are such insolent musicians.

My last master class with one of the most patient humankind ever ended at around 4pm.
Thank you, Mr Frankie Toh.
We went back to band room to pack up.
And guess what Boon Jin did.

Boon Jin: Do you have the I-didn't-catch-what-he-said.
me: Sorry?
Boon Jin: *Helped himself with the polish cloth in my oboe case*
me: Did I say you can take? And you're not coming for the concert, why are you polishing your instrument.
Boon Jin: Because I saw the tutor's one is very shiny.

LOL. He claimed that Mr Toh's oboe's keys are like mirror. They shine.

Mr Tan S.T came in (yes, we are seeing him again) and chatted with us.
He found out about Boon Jin's overseas trip to London, Paris and Germany.
Can you believe it. The best senior in the world is going to throw his 2-bars solo to a junior and abandon her to play section solo alone for the concert just next week. Irony.
Mr Tan and Alif tried to convince Boon Jin to absent himself for the trip and attend band camp and concert.
And Boon Jin just sat there wearing a grin, still polishing his instrument.

Alif: If you go, we will miss you. Mr Tan will miss you.
Mr Tan: Yeah. And then there might be jet lag. So you shouldn't go.
Boon Jin: *polishing his damn oboe*
me: Mr Tan, he doesn't want to talk to you.
Mr Tan: Shut up la.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
My last band practice before the concert was more awesome than you can imagine.

Bully.

2010-11-25T18:44:00.002+08:00

Have fun at Cambodia,
Jerry.
I'm going to pretend that I'm not envious of you boarding a plane there.

Eat your bread.

2010-11-24T18:32:00.008+08:00

Cheer up,
Brother Ng.
"Pirates of Caribbean" will meet its karma.

Ezequiel was dying from boredom at home so he decided to take the insipid bus trip to school with me.
Since bus 14 took what seemed like eternity to reach the bus stop, we started scrutinizing vehicles.
A heavily-loaded truck can actually overtake a beautifully-designed school van. Epic.

Boarded the bus and surprisingly it was pretty empty.
Call us childish, but we played Pictionary (or whatever you call it) with his phone.

me: Butterfly.
Ezequiel: Wrong.
me: Wings.
Ezequiel: Wrong.
me: Feather.
Ezequiel: It can be eaten.
me: Edible leaves.
Ezequiel: Can you be more practical.
me: What is it?
Ezequiel: Part of wheat.
me: Screw you.

Picasso should just redefined what's art. Ezequiel's drawings are god-like , I tell you. (If you sense the sarcasm in the sentence, that is.)

Then it was finally my turn.

Ezequiel: Triangle.
me: What? No.
Ezequiel: Oh, windmill.
me: Nope.
Ezequiel: Waffles.
me: Close.
Ezequiel: I bet it's pancake.
me: You lost your bet.
Ezequiel: Then what the hell is it.
me: Squashed sandwich.
Ezequiel: FY.

How awesome are my drawings. Revenge is sweet, oh yeah.

Anyway, Master class today was rather screwed.
Boon Jin was even trying to annoy me by reminding me of it earlier on.

Boon Jin: Today have master class.
me: Yeah.
Boon Jin: Tomorrow also have.
me: I know, I checked.
Boon Jin: Friday also have.
me: *Sheesh*

Mr Toh wore a Superman tee and arrived late for Master class. LOL.
He taught us new fingerings and Boon Jin and I MUST kick away the habit of using the usual fingering for this particular note.
Tell me, how do you stop doing something you have done for 2 whole years immediately, and expect to do well after getting thrown with a new unfamiliar context.
One of the new fingerings was such a bummer. Due to my dwarfed fingers, my pinkie had a tough time reaching an isolated key.
Boon Jin learned pretty fast, but he kept laughing for no apparent reason and his outburst of laughter was so contagious.
Mr Toh continued teaching with Boon Jin's sporadic chuckles.
I have reason to believe that,

my tutor's patience has great limit.

Small diaphragm doesn't helps.

2010-11-23T20:39:00.005+08:00

The ex-cos sacrificed their lunch time to help Jasper with some retreat camp stuff.
And it obviously didn't go too well.
It's incredibly amazing how we wasted 1 precious hour for just 5 damn questions.

I was that much to getting marked late for band practice. Pheww.
Boon Jin had to shoot me that I'm-completely-appalled-by-your-presence face when he realised I turned up punctually.

And guess what.

I

RECEIVED

A

NEW

REED.

Feel the joy. You know it brightens my day.
And this new Japanese hand-made reed came in an elegant-looking bottle.
This also meant that Boon Jin has two new reeds now, but well.

We had sectionals in the canteen as the corridor we usually occupied was roasting.
I'm having something against the tuner, because it tell us the harsh and cruel truth about the sound we produce.
Somehow, Boon Jin always manage to hit the correct pitch first.

Boon Jin: Take in more air.
me: My diaphragm is too small.
Boon Jin: *=.=*

AHAHAHAHAHAHA. He never fails to give that comical facial expression when I cook up some ridiculous stuff.

Went back to the band room for combined practice.
I just noticed that trumpet's tutor has a sinister-looking face.
As if he has some ulterior motive.

Harmony.

2010-11-22T19:25:00.006+08:00

Unlike Brother's Master class's tutor, the Master class for oboe section had a marvelous tutor.
Boon Jin and I were supposed to pick the tutor up at the foyer, but surprisingly he found his way to our music room earlier than reporting time.
This splendid tutor, is Mr Frankie Toh. A very young man, I would say.
Mr Toh checked our beloved instruments. It's a sad thing to know that the screws are corroding.
When he proceeded to checking our delicate new reeds.
I passed him mine, and he said calmly, "your reed split".

AT THAT MOMENT,

I FELT LIKE WITNESSING AN ENTIRE BUILDING CRASHING DOWN.

The devastation, the despair, the misery. It's crazy.
It's a new reed, mind you. Can you imagine 100 over dollars just flying away in front of your eyes.

Mr Toh then continue the Master class with SYF choice piece.
For approximately 2 hours, we went through only a page of our scores.
May I repeat, high notes are killers. (Even the oboe master agrees with it.)

Went out for lunch with Samantha, Shi Yun, Chuan Yin, Amanda and Boon Jin.
Boon Jin is a monstrous carnivore. He wolfed down his plate of chicken rice within 2 minutes.
Under the scorching hot sun, we walked back to school because more band practice was waiting for us.

Since a few sections were having their Master class, the band dispersed for sectionals.
All of us did practise, but we soon lose our attention.

Zac-T: *K-popK-popK-popK-pop*
Chuan Yin: Stop talking about K-pop!
Boon Jin: Yeah, they all look the same. Like Barbie dolls.
me: But Barbie dolls are all different. Yellow-haired and Black-haired.
Boon Jin: *=.=*
me: I'm serious.
Boon Jin: I feel like slapping you.
me: AHAHAHAHAHA.

After all Master classes ended, everyone went back to band room for combined practice, until 5pm and we got dismissed.

Over the horizon.

2010-11-21T23:08:00.006+08:00

I know I should have blogged, but laziness is creeping towards me. Too bad.

But, BUT, BUT, before you get pissed off, let me share with you this comic strip (or grid).

Enjoy.

credits to Ezequiel and
whichever website he ripped this from.

Did you enjoy it?

Literally.

2010-11-18T22:40:00.003+08:00

Isn't this hilarious?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Catch the blonde.

2010-11-17T23:32:00.004+08:00

Even if Up's house failed to fly with the balloons and Chicken Little comes running for his life announcing that the clear blue sky is going to fall, I'm still going to watch this.

2010-11-16T23:53:00.006+08:00

The marvelous morning of Monday was unfortunately spent on band practice. Drizzles fell from the cloudy sky, splattering onto the impoverished ground. Alif, the honourable drum major, with his imperious command, leashed out one of the punishments he learnt from NCO camp to us.
Under the relentless rain, the band members did the awful punishment before getting dismissed.

2e3 '09 once again, have gathered during the class chalet. Sleeping was one of the bottom few to-do. At last, after incessant eating and doing crazy stuff, our eyelids could no longer stay open and we soon fell into a deep sleep.

It was as if our sleep lasted less than an hour when the sun rose and shone brightly.
Those who would be helping out in the Grad Nite in the afternoon knew they had to leave earlier and hibernate at home. And oh boy, did I have an awesome sleep.
The preparations at Conrad hotel took us a pretty long time and deployment went hay-wired because some ridiculous people were so hung up about the whole grand event.
To make life easier, I decided not to get tangled with the girls who desperately wanted to be receptionists (which I have no idea why) so I became the door man with Jere. Then the ushering duty came and blahblahblahblah.
Grad Nite lasted from evening to near-midnight.

And now my dear friends, after a series of activities with pure insanity, I'm dead beat.

Eat the damn cookie.

2010-11-14T20:14:00.003+08:00

And this, clearly shows how bored someone is after O-level.
Thanks a lot, Ezequiel.

At the door.

2010-11-13T19:44:00.004+08:00

Happy birthday
Sean.
Your rebellion shall not dominate. MUHAHAHA.

Happy birthday
Wei Yang.
You have pretty far-fetched dream.

Heavy, heavy.

2010-11-12T20:21:00.005+08:00

It's the last day of bridging class. Feel the joy.
Less than one-third of the class turned up, which even the teachers weren't really surprised.

Chinese lesson was epic failure.
I had this huge issue about blood-related compassion and non-blood-related compassion.
Due to my incoherent sentences, Mdm Chng had to explain the paragraph and drill us with some Greek-like phrases.

Cassandra had to finish her dear harshbrown Shu Hooi bought for her before entering Mr Hafiedz's class.

Cassandra: Shu Hooi bought for me one.
me: Awwwww. Are you touched?
Cass: Am I supposed to be?
me: Duhh.
Cass: Uhh. Okay. Yeah.
me: LOL.

The pressure of O-level for D&T is coming, I swear.
Mr Hafiedz went through the requirements of a O-level standard D&T journal and it's going to be like 43987398653083072 pages.
Being prudent obviously makes one depressed.

On this last day of bridging, the very few 3e3 students completed their first Physics practical graph. Sense of achievement is so satisfying.
Technically, I didn't really do anything because Mrs Quek took my graph to do an example.
I bothered to find the darn best-fit line before her lesson, but got the accuracy got screwed.

English was spent on doing a test that ended up becoming our homework. LOL.

Tisya and I helped Mr Hafiedz with cutting some confidential papers bound to be protected with our life and I accompanied her to Tampines to collect her mummie's clothes.
Looking around for a decent shoe in Century Square is torture.
Tell me, which part of sneakers isn't formal?

We boarded the bus and went to Bedok Interchange.
Her huge and bulky bag was really a burden to her.

Tisya: How come your shoulders don't slouched when you carry your bag.
me: No, because I minimise the amount the stuff I bring.
Tisya: But you still have everthing!
me: And that's the weird part.
Tisya: *gave the LOL face*

Both of us parted ways after looking at some random stuff.

Mentally wrong.

2010-11-10T19:37:00.005+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
Tisya.
It's in green.

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I ripped this off from his FB account.

TIMOTHY CHUA HAS HIS FUTURE ALL SETTLED.

When he passes his adolescence and step into the adulthood, he is going to be a ...

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I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU. HAH.
Ask him yourself. I'm sure he'll be very proud tell you his aspirations.

And my Brother has something against China.

Brother: I don't like luncheon meat.
me: Me too.
Brother: It's like the meat get squashed together.
me: Yeah. Very salty also.
Brother: And they come from China!
me: LOL.

Six rounds.

2010-11-08T20:37:00.003+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Louis.
Okay, I think I'm starting to remember you.

Living the dream as a team.

2010-11-05T17:21:00.003+08:00

RAFFLES ROCKS!
(Just so you know, it's the group name given to us at OBS.)

Let me present to you, the casts of Raffles.

Arshwin. (Happy Deepavali.)
Katherine. (Watch your steps.)
Carrie. (Aww, don't cry.)
Choon Chin.
Derek. (Starboard marking is pretty fun.)
Dian Rong. (Your compassion is truly amazing.)
Fikah.
Gillian. (Your voice is undeniably cool.)
Jas. (Happy Deevapali.)
Miao Lin. (See us suffer for O-level.)
Su Peng. (You are a real good kayaking partner.)
Spencer. (GASPS!)
Ying Ning. (Thanks for the toiletries.)
Xieng Hui. (Seriously, you're damn tall.)
Hilman. (Your revelation of age is safe with us.)
Khwee Meng. (Good night stories are inspiring.)

You guys are more than plain awesome.

Here comes the rest of the photos.

Our food ration for 5 days 4 nights.

The first meal together.

Behold the incredible sea expedition. Nobody capsized, though.

I bet you are wondering what on earth were we doing.

It's a star. (Well, almost.)

Look at that tanned fellow, Spencer.
Congratulations, Cassandra. You survived.

Thanks for the non-stop collision of kayaks, Dominic.

My memory is failing me because he recognised me (when we haven't met for more than 5 years) and I don't.

This is a scheduled post.

2010-11-02T01:00:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
CHARMAINE.
It's not breaking news if you go to school with a Gucci bag.

Pirate Pumpkin.

2010-10-31T19:41:00.002+08:00

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. IT'S HALLOWEEN! :D

Anyway, OBS camp starts tomorrow, so don't bother visiting for the whole week.
I'll be back by Friday (I hope). See you!

On the run.

2010-10-28T21:53:00.004+08:00

It's unofficially the last day of school. Bridging programme is like going back to school for two more weeks.

MPS-cum-PTC has never been so great. (Maybe it's because it will be the last time the sec 3s councillors get to be involved.)
I did the deployment, got Mrs Teo's approval and went for the briefing.
Too bad Cassandra couldn't be part of the deployment as she needs to take care of Mrs Teo's son. How was it, baby-sitter?
The councillors reported to their respective venues after consuming the dinner.

For the first time doing MPS/PTC, I am given a walkie-talkie. Feel the joy.
Ushers did the same old things, level ICs were put in charge of the same old things, rovers walked the same old distance.
I ended up with the roving team instead of ushers since I held on to a walkie-talkie.
Rafiq got rather pissed off with the technology when there was a sudden lack of manpower.

Rafiq: Rafiq to Jian Hong, over.
*no reply*
Rafiq: Rafiq to Jian Hong, over.
*still no reply*
Rafiq: Rafiq here, can the roving team please repeat the whatever you said because we couldn't hear.
Jian Hong: Jian Hong over Jian Hong over Jian Hong over Jian Hong over.
The rest with walkies: LOL.

Ming Min and I were laughing our heads off.

Shao Kai got sun-burned because of some YFC competition he attended in the afternoon.
His face and arms were covered in bright red and everyone started calling him 'red lobster'.

Rovers started flooding the walkies with the similar comments about not enough ushers so I had to do some ushering.
When you tell the parents that their child's class is at level 1, they will reply with a 'thank you'.
When you tell the parents that their child's class is at level 2, they will just nod their head.
When you tell the parents that their child's class is at level 3, they will complain about climbing the stairs.
When you tell the parents that their child's class is at level 4, they will give you the are-you-serious-face and exclaim, "FOURTH FLOOR AH?" and then take forever to climb the stairs.

The next thing to do was slack. A group us, including the NCC boys sat at staircase and talked nothing but crap.
NCC boys were evidently playing with their walkies because soon someone were yelling some random words incessantly.
Mdm Selenah came and everyone dispersed hurriedly. AHAHAHAHA.

Apparently, the ones who have no life also, and started playing with walkies were Jasper and Yek Khee.
They shared a walkie and began speaking into it with different tones.
If a teacher had a walkie at the same channel as us, the roving team would be doomed.

The lights of classrooms slowly became darkness. The councillors went back to PAC, waiting for Mrs Teo for debrief.
She arrived with her vivacious son, who was harassing Feng Shan all the time when Mrs Teo did the debrief.
Jia Liang's dad sent me home since it was getting late.

EDUSAVE IS A SCREW BAG.

2010-10-27T18:27:00.009+08:00

My day was great.
Until I stepped into the General Office after band.
And Mrs Teo broke out a devastating news about the Cambodia trip.

DON'T ANY OF YOU EVER MENTION ABOUT IT NOW.
I'LL SEND A SCHOOL OF SHARKS, CHOKE YOU WITH FISHBALLS, HURL YOU DOWN A BUILDING, BANG YOU WITH A HUGE TRUCK AND KILL YOU WITH SOMETHING YOU CAN NEVER IMAGINE.

Pokemon class.

2010-10-26T16:16:00.002+08:00

Happy birthday
Jere.
PIKACHU!

Organic worms.

2010-10-25T18:53:00.010+08:00

The one and only photo of Disabled People's Association's participants.

Photo courtesy to Jasper, his phone and random stranger.

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Roving today just became staying at foyer.
Yek Khee, Shaik and Tisya started talking about early birds and worms.

Walked back to classroom and Mrs Choo used the interaction period to check the calculations in our SS paper. Mrs Quek did whatever admin stuff she had to settle after we were done.

D&T lesson was the least busiest time of all.
We took less than one period to finish plastic casting. You just got to mix some liquid, stir and pour into a mould.

The anticipation of getting back Chemistry paper was depressing, because half the class failed.
I wasn't in that half that failed (PHEW), but the results weren't satisfying too.
Jane and Germaine became anti-Charmaine due to her god-like results. Except AMaths and Chinese.

When Ms Tan stepped into classroom, we knew there wouldn't be any good news.
My heart sank when she announced that more than half the class failed.
Mr Azahar told Ms Tan we did pretty well for SS, so she suspected that we studied SS only and neglected Maths. LOL.
I walked slowly towards Ms Tan, letting my feet dragged every step.
AND HOLY.

I PASSED.

I blinked my eyes, just to make sure I didn't see wrongly.
Yes, it isn't a dream. I really passed this darn subject.
The annoying part came when Ms Tan went through the paper.
Added 2 marks, but got 1 mark deducted, then added another 1 mark and this minus-plus thingy kept going on until the last question.
After going to and fro Ms Tan, I still ended with the same score. Even Ms Tan thought she was playing a game with me.
Mr Loo took a look at our paper or something, because he wrote a chunk of comments in paper 2 and I couldn't decipher.
The only thing I could read was "3 sig fig" which wasn't hard to figure out since I completely forgot to round off all my answers.

We got dismissed and went for band.
Band practice is getting very sleep-inducing.
My condition was worse today. I started dozing during warm-up. OHNO.
The counting of bar numbers in my sleepy brain was so confusing.
There is a concert coming up and Mr Oboe Master, Boon Jin, can't turn up.
If I screwed the two exposed parts, I'm going to drag him to the ocean.

Vox Nostra.

2010-10-24T20:06:00.015+08:00

The second day of Young Changemakers was all about volunteers' experiential.
My group with the same old people, under the Disabled People's Association project, were supposed to meet at Pathlight school for our activity with 'disabled' people.
Our assembly time was 8am, and we met at Bedok Interchange at 6.30am.
Pathlight school isn't anywhere near east.
We boarded the correct bus, but we didn't alight at the right bus stop so we were sent back to AMK bus interchange. Obviously, all of us got lost.
Luckily we managed to reach there safely after staring at the street map.

The Changemakers were split again to combine with campers from Camp Valente (I have no idea what that is).
Our activity was an Amazing race, with people who are wheelchair-bound, mute and the visually-impaired.
The first obstacle faced was boarding a bus. Each bus can only accommodate 2 wheelchairs, but there were 8 of them. Those unlucky ones had to wait and wait and wait.
Being visually-impaired was pretty tough too. The cane kept sweeping into others' legs and gaps appeared to be more dangerous than stairs.
We guided these people their way and always searched frantically for a lift.
SBS transit is totally disability-friendly.

Bid farewell to the campers and went back to Republic Polytechnic for the reflections and closing ceremony. This whole Young Changemakers conference came to an end.

The five of us definitely learned and understood the obstacles faced by a physically-challenged person. We may not be able go through the life they have, but at least, we know it isn't the sympathy they need. It's the empathy and our hearts to empower a change.

Puppy mills.

2010-10-23T19:34:00.009+08:00

Guess what. A bunch of East people were sent all the way to the North just to attend the Young Changemakers conference. Mrs Teo is amazing.
Chuan Yin, Iffah and I took the same cab to Republic Poly and were the first one to arrive.
My motion sickness acted up and I puked once I stepped out of the cab. What a way to start off the day.
The ten of us were late for the opening ceremony since Yek Khee, Jasper and Andy boarded a cab later.
All of us split into two groups, and Yek Khee, Jasper, Jere, Mei Xuan and I were in the same group.
The first lecture was all about the spirit of volunteerism and service learning. None of us were actually digesting what the speaker was saying. We were just hearing, not listening.
Then Yek Khee and I was afraid that Mrs Teo would ask us what we learned so I started copying down whatever the speaker said. LOL.

There was tea break, which was buffet, before the first talk on animals cruelty.
Call me a cave woman, but I have never heard about another animal welfare society other than SPCA in Singapore.
Mutts and Mittens was like greek to us until they told us their mission and etc.

2nd talk was by the Disabled People Association and we proceeded for lunch.
Yek Khee accidentally poured fruit punch on Jasper, so he somehow smelled like cotton candy.
Jasper kept calling himself 'sweet' afterward.

We went back to do some brainstorming, which wasn't really interesting.
Finished the discussion, tea break.

If the whole bunch of us are going to stay there for a week, we are going to be overweight, because we get to eat every 2 hours and it's always buffet.
Started the presentation and we were dismissed after the debrief. FINALLY.
And we still have another day to go. OHMAIGAWD.

'Smash a soup bowl to save a shark.'

-Unknown.

Creamy.

2010-10-22T18:55:00.006+08:00

STUDENT COUNCIL 2010 DID NOT APPEAR
IN THE YEAR BOOK.

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The first paper given back was satisfactory. And perhaps, shocking.
Mr Hafiedz gave a huge lecture about our attitude and the real world outside before giving back our D&T papers.
It was amazing how we spent 25 minutes doing corrections for one question that is worth 4 marks.

English was screwed.

I didn't attend the second half of English period because I got excused for Graduation Ceremony.
Somehow, only 7 councillors were deployed for duty when over 15 councillors volunteered.
The ceremony ended and I went to take a look at the year book, which brings me back to showing you the enormous sentence at the top of this post.
YES, WE ARE NOT GIVEN A SPACE IN THE YEAR BOOK.
HOW COULD THEY.
Are we that insignificant?

Anyway, Wei Lin, Roman, Jia Liang and I went to the canteen for refreshments after picking up litters in the hall.
Ah, I love the they-look-like-bloated-fishballs-but-they-are-filled-with-cream-inside.
When you bite, the delicious cream will gush into your mouth instantly like the water of a flood flowing quickly into a drain.
We finished up the meal, and went back to class.

The rest of the day was mundane. I actually slept for 2 hours in the PAC instead of doing anything productive for the recycling project.
Jia Liang and I ended up talking to Shao Kai and Jing Guang before heading home.

Wishing well.

2010-10-20T18:13:00.017+08:00

When two equally important activities are set on the same day at approximately the same time, you are caught into a dilemma because you can't possibly attend both.

I reported the recycling project with council first.
Jia Liang got bored of waiting and suggested to play catching. I wonder if she is deprived from childhood.
So most of the sec 2s played along. AHAHAHAHAHA.
When she said she had something to give me, I was a little dumbfounded but I figured she is those of kind of people who give you presents without apparent reasons.
And guess what she gave.
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An awesome badge.
with "Trouble Maker" printed on it.
Thank you very much, my dear friend.

Then I was officially freaked out when people began to ask if I did something to my hair.

Eezequiel: You look different. Did you cut your hair?
me: Nope. Got to go. See you!
*in school*
Jia Liang: Hungshen, did you cut your hair?
me: No.
Roman: Did you change your hairstyle?
me: Noooo. Why are you people saying I cut my hair or something.
Jasper: Aiya, you burned your hair.
me: LOL.

I had no idea what was was wrong with my hair. Not to mention Jasper's extreme reply.
I still remember how he played Taboo with Tisya, Jing Guang, Shao Kai, Shi Rong and I.

me: Where do kings live.
Tisya: Castle.
me: Another word for it?
Jasper: Dungeon.

I bet he is going to enjoy his royal life there if he is ever the king of some random country.

Anyway, we were given instructions and started working.
Before I did anything much, I knew I have to go for band or Mr Conductor is going to throw is his temper.

The air-con was comfortably great because my eyelids got heavier and heavier and I'm dozing off.
Boon Jin broke a devastating news to me when Mr Conductor was telling us about our concert.
"I'm not going to the concert. I'm going London."
I could really shoot him.
The whole band practice was bad. After whacking myself with the file, I still can't seem to keep myself awake, so I have to pretend that I'm playing. Shh.
Kept my instrument and went back to the project.

All of us were split into groups, different groups were doing different jobs.
I joined Jia Liang, Daryl, Shao Kai and Blessing.
We just had to use nylon strings and connect all the bottles.
The bottles are supposed to represent raindrops, though I have no idea how they resemble. But well.

Lunch was nasi lemak (pretty much expected), in bio-degradable containers. LOL.
No more Styrofoam box.

The next thing I found myself doing was tying the 'raindrops' to bamboo poles.
All of us should give Ting Li a big round of applause. This NPCC member tied exactly 8 bamboo poles into such steady structure, unlike Chun Hui.
Arshad was so proud of him.

We had a debrief after moving those things to those classroom.
And it's dismissal.

Plane crashed.

2010-10-18T19:43:00.001+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Shao Kai.
Your secret is safe. (I think).

Support HP.

2010-10-16T19:59:00.003+08:00

Tisya: I tell you, my cousins are damn rich, they have iTouch, iPhone etc.
me: WOW.
Tisya: Then each of them have their own laptop.
me: All from Apple?
Tisya: No, HP.
me: LOL.

It's kind of like an inside joke.

The game just started.

2010-10-15T20:12:00.008+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Kok Siang.
LOL. Saggy.

I wish you all the best for your last of last paper,
Jia Liang (thanks for the authentic encouraging spoon.)
Jerry (Yes, the cheese tofu has been my motivation.)
Roman (You're too smart.)

I just found a paper as distressing as Maths.
Evidently, everybody has look down on D&T. I may get instant horror when the papers are returned to us.
Anywayyyyyyyyyyy, prepare for the best news ever.
I'M DONE WITH THE TORTURING DAYS OF EOY. FINALLY.
See your face turn green in vain, AMaths/POA students.

Since POA/D&T paper starts at 10am, less than half the class who studied AMaths turned up for morning assembly. There was a significant decrease of class population, and it must have puzzled Mr Teo.
But I went to school as usual for the sake of flag-raising. Feel touched, Feng Shan.
Mrs Quek was still pretty concerned about my AMaths issue, but well, no one can be guarantee anything until results are out.

The non-AMaths students arrived in dribs and drabs after that, pulled out their notes and started mugging.
Khuzaimah was epic.

He bought sushi.
He walked back slowly, inspecting the amount of mayonnaise the auntie gave.
He realised it was extremely little, just enough to eat 1 sushi.
Feeling at injustice, Khuzaimah walked back to the stall and requested for more mayo.
"Auntie, can I have some more mayo?" he asked politely.
Auntie grabbed the mayo bottle and squeezed a bit more.
It's either aunties get stingy in the morning or what. The amount given was like, negligible.
Khuzaimah requested for more mayo. (LOL, this fellow is awesome).
This auntie once again, picked up the mayo bottle and squeezed an even smaller amount of mayo.
In dismay, Khuzaimah came back, with the sushi box filled with the seemingly exact amount of mayo.

Angeline, Kevin and I couldn't help but laugh our heads off.

The bell rang, then the exam started.
My sister's mechanical pencil is obviously not by my side because the lead kept breaking for every few centimentres.
I got so annoyed and slammed the pencil on the table and decided to use Tisya's rather blunt 2B pencil.
And some questions were killers. Screw it.

When the teacher said "pens down", it was such a relief.
Well, at least for the D&T students. It's was our last paper. Feel the joy.

Now that EOY ended, staying back in school doesn't serve a purpose anymore.
Tisya went back to her basketball craze, and I stuck myself to the library reading my all-time favourite.

I joined Jing Guang and Shao Kai doing their art, but ended up talking instead.
Then the rest joined us and all of us started chatting about random stuff.
From calligraphy to primary schools to Maths paper.

Our life are awesome.

Going through the midnight.

2010-10-12T20:02:00.004+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Nelson.
How old is your stitch's hand?

Apparently, my eye BAGS are showing up after staying up late for those night.

Amanda: You have panda eyes.
me: Very obvious?
Amanda: Yeah.
Tisya: I also have.
me: Not very obvious.
Tisya: *proudly whispers* Because I sleep at 11 every night. Shh.
Amanda and I: LOL.

Tragically wrong.

2010-10-08T21:22:00.001+08:00

Exams has officially started.

Heem.

2010-10-06T20:52:00.002+08:00

Good luck for PSLE,
My awesome younger sister, Catherine.
Alif
Bernice
Benjamin
Felicia
Ming Jie
Jeremy
Jia Jun
Jia Le
Johnathan
Kul
Shi Hui
Sharif
Teack Xin
Yi Leen.

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10 Facts about Cassandra
1. She sucks.
2. She sucks even more.
3. She sucks the most.
4. She dedicated a drawer just for coughcough.
5. She strongly believes that she's adorable.
6. She thinks that coughcough is adorable too.
7. She wrote a diary, specially about coughcough.
8. She is the successor of Santa Claus.
9. Her glare causes mental distress.
10. Lastly, she asks the dumbest questions.

Note: All these facts are supported by Germaine, so they ain't baseless. Thank you.

Go away.

2010-10-05T21:23:00.007+08:00

After what seemed like eternity, the dismissal bell rang. Depressed students from all classes ran out of their classrooms, extremely thankful to be released from the bottomless pit of misery. (Well, even if it's temporary.)

The diligent students of 3e3 were once again held back, this time by Ms Tan, our awesome young at heart Maths teacher.
She couldn't stand the pandemonium outside because it was such a distraction. Ms Tan snapped angrily at those busybody standing just outside our classroom, and this one girl caught her attention.

Ms Tan: Perling, I'm not going to release Zi Yong if you continue standing outside.
Perling: *looked at her phone, rather oblivious*
Whole class: *dramatic silence*
Perling: *turned to Vincent* What did she say?
Vincent: *repeated Ms Tan's words*
Perling: *seemed a little puzzled*
Mandy: She asked you to go away.
Whole class: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

EPIC REPLY.

Lowest term.

2010-10-02T18:56:00.005+08:00

Beware, it isn't Cassandra's day today.

First, she could have gotten full marks for Maths Common Test if she just put her answers to the lowest term. But no, Ms Tan gave her a big cross and distress hit her hard.

Second, she spent 50 cents on a Green tea when she could get a free Ice lemon tea. Okay, I have partial blame for this. You know what consequence you have to face when you spoil Cassandra's mood, one way or the other - her oppressive glare.

Third, her heart sank even further when she couldn't log in the computer with her account. This have really nothing to with anyone. AHAHAHA.

The world is tragic.
Cheer up, Ms Unlucky girl of the day.

HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY.

2010-10-01T21:54:00.005+08:00

Metta project was awesomely fun.

Hole in the pants.

2010-09-30T21:29:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Shu Hooi.

MLIS.

2010-09-28T20:21:00.004+08:00

It's never a total mystery why school hours are making me listless now instead of after-school hours.

The way to Yu Neng Primary school with Jing Guang, Shao Kai and Jia Liang was as if that school was in Jurong.
We signed in and I was proudly their "tour guide". Ah, this nostalgia that fills my heart when I once again step foot in my awesome primary school.
6 The Big Books took us what seemed like eternity to choose.
On our way back to school, we started comparing Red Swastika and my awesome primary.
It has an automatic hand-washer and an indoor stadium and an library system that goes off when you bring un-borrowed items out of the library. Pretty cool, huh.
Shao Kai, your multi-storey General Office is nothing.

The role-play with the three of them was even funnier.
Jia Liang and Jing Guang were the "story-tellers", while Shao Kai and I were the "children", so we were supposed to cause a delibrate drastic change in our IQs.
And from today's "story-telling" session, we found out that Shao Kai can never act as a child.

When Shao Kai is cynical.
Jing Guang: "But Granny, I want to be a pilot!"
Jia Liang: Do you all know what's a pilot?
me: *replys innocently* It's someone ...
Shao Kai: Who crashes the plane.
All of us: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

When Shao Kai is a gullible little kid. (after getting blamed for being such a pessimist.)
Jia Liang: So the moral of the story is that we must respect each other.
Shao Kai: But they are just crabs!
All of us: LOL.

The role-play ended, Jia Liang and I went to finish our homework.
She is currently in love with Japanese Graffiti XIV.
Boon Jin, you should be proud. I think that was the best solo ever.

The play's the thing.

2010-09-25T18:38:00.004+08:00

I have no idea why I could still reach school as late as last week for Maths lessons today when I actually dragged myself out of bed 30 mins earlier.

Charmaine was in fits of anger for the whole 2 and half hour, because of Tisya's action.
From what I knew, the story went like this, Tisya asked Mrs Teo if the 3e3 councillors could go for the Saturday workshop before and after Maths remedial (after I informed Mrs Teo that we wouldn't be attending the workshop). Mrs Teo agreed, so Tisya texted all those councillors about it. The one who got fuming mad was obviously Charmaine. De Xun, she and I apparently turned up for Maths remedial and skipped the workshop. Then we found out those obedient councillors who went for the workshop weren't allowed to leave for Maths Remedial.
What on earth was going on.

Charmaine ranted and raved like nobody's business, plus the fact that she got a fierce scolding from Mrs Teo early in the morning.
Maths remedial ended with a Trigo test and that girl, as angry as a bull, left school.

I managed to end the Metta project mass-meeting in an hour with the volunteer's incessant murmuring.
I'm just praying that Mrs Teo could find the magnets. Fingers crossed.

Tisya and Jasper were pretty lazy to just walked out of school for lunch, so Shao Kai, Jing Guang were kind enough to buy takeaways for them.
Sadly, Mother Nature wasn't by their side, as it started raining. They only went out to buy at 3pm.
Both of them came back exhausted, with 5 packets of chicken rice when only 4 people ordered.
Shao Kai was like, "I don't care. That auntie scammed us." LOL.
Somehow, they calculated the second time and figured out they were the one who scammed the auntie. They gave the extra packet to me, since I was the only one not eating.
I lunched the chicken rice happily when they calculated the third time and realised nobody scammed or got scammed. They actually paid money for the extra packet, all thanks to Chun Hui's special order. LOL.

We walked out of school 5 min before school closure.

Nostalgia.

2010-09-24T22:12:00.010+08:00

Happy birthday,
Boon Jin.POTATO! LOL.

Kimberly Tan
is the most awesome mentee anyone in council, in the world, in the whole wide universe can ever have.

Yes, she is proudly my mentee of 2009.

Kimberly, no matter how much those people may revile your name, you know I've got your back.

Why you take my phone!

2010-09-23T19:30:00.013+08:00

I've got to stop adding extra words into my Physics quiz.
2 precious marks were deducted because apparently, they were crucial and kind of changes my answer.
WHAT ON EARTH WAS I THINKING WHEN I WROTE THE ICE BOX LOST HEAT.
Screw it.

Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios. Universal Studios.
Okay. If it weren't for Mr Ng and Chun Hui and Jere, I wouldn't be so devastated during recess.
Do you know Chun Hui, that selfish fellow, actually went there two times. For free! And he dared to announce so proudly.
I gave up my ticket when Wei Lin asked me because Jia Liang didn't get to go, and guess what.
Jere told me that there were actually

SIX.

EXTRA.

TICKETS.

OHMAIGAWD. It's not like I get to go whenever wherever I want.
So I went to annoy people, repeatedly whining, "I WANT TO GO."
I believed if I said it many times enough, it's going to come true. LOL.

The learn-Geog-through-interactive-media created by some Professor was a total failure.
We got a little irritated when the virtual character refused to talk to our avatar.
Obviously we can't move on without talking to them, so we ended up playing with our avatar.
Even Nicolas was bored enough to let his avatar banging into virtual logs aimlessly.

Lunch, then Chinese period.
Eugene's definition of keeping quiet is to walk slowly.
Ms Lim's chinese lesson was held at the tiny computer room in MRL, and Eugene walked damn slow as he claimed that he was trying to be considerate since the Prelim was starting.
I really don't get his rationale. Do you?
Chinese lesson was the most awesome periods today.

Sean: I want to eat pork.
Ms Lim: You can't eat your species.
Whole class: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Apparently, Sean ate too much gummy worms after that and the adrenaline was acting up.
He went blabbering about his childhood:

1 years old - He learned how to make his own baby milk.
1 and a half years old - He learned how to run.
6 years old - He learned how to drive a fighter jet.
8 years old - He learned how to speak 18 languages.
12 years old - He went to fight a war alone in Africa. (This is far too exaggerating.)

I'm going to forget about the part about staying back. SO BYE.

Superlog.

2010-09-22T20:33:00.005+08:00

First day of roving with Ming Min was enjoyable, especially at the classroom blocks.
It's the only duty venue where no teachers are in sight. MUHAHAHAHA. (Not that the councillors were doing something wrong.)

Mrs Quek totally flared up after Common test period.
Ker Shen got a huge objurgation from Mrs Quek because he was late again. I bet the entire classroom block could hear her stern voice.
I reckon she wouldn't do that to Vanessa when she's late too and indeed we can't even hear a whisper.
Cassandra wasn't convinced because she thought that the presence of another teacher prevented Vanessa from getting scolding.

Some people could afford to be a perennial sleeper in class because they're smart enough.
Vincent-C, is the living example. He actually knew how to answer the Chemistry CT although he practically slept through every lesson.
Can you imagine how intelligent he would be if he can stop dozing off in class?

SS lesson after recess was as interesting as ever.
We copied and copied and copied notes on the board. Even if our pens didn't die from producing non-stop ink, our hands would have been crippled.
Mr Azahar wanted to improve his oral (or so he claimed) and started dictating the last few parts of the notes.
Since we were going to have oral in the afternoon, Mr Azahar was expected to pronounce in perfect English.
It was obviously very uncomfortable for him.

Thanks to Mr Azahar, I've finally found a better phrase to describe the crazy 4 periods of Maths.
MATHS-MARATHON.
Yes, that explains why we always looked so restless after lunch on Wednesday.

The long-waited oral was making us pretty nervous.
All of those sec 3 had a comfortable seat while waiting, and what do those under Mrs Tan have?
A corridor. Pathetic much.
We certainly looked by a straight row of beggars.
I was supposedly the last candidate in that group, but Mrs Tan shifted the 3e2 guys to the back.
Being the last has its undeniable sense of intimation. The intense attention can be suffocating.

Went home after the short one and a half hour of band.

Potato.

2010-09-20T21:36:00.005+08:00

Happy Birthday,
Bernice-L.
I'm going to measure your head sooner or later.

Happy Birthday
Bernice-C.
Don't die from excessive study for PSLE.

And guess what.
I just found someone with the same intensity of imagination as me.

(The very small of bunch of us (there were only like, 5 of us) heading for Mother Tongue with the Muslims after lunch.)
Khuzaimah: So where you guys going?
me: Maths room. For Chinese.
Sean: Yes. We're studying Chinese-Maths. Chinese in Maths. Very difficult one.
Khuzaimah: *LOL*. What the hell.

His imagination is pretty incredible!