Bummed
I was pretty satisfied with my L1R5 for prelims until Mr Eio informed me that ACJC only accepted people with 9 points for prelims last year.
9 stupid, stupid points.
So I went to check out the other JCs, like Anderson and St Andrews.
I was telling my mom, “Mummy! SAJC is damn near! It’s like, right next to ex-Pasir Panjang ITE leh! YAY!”
Sigh. Little did I know how outdated streetdirectory.com was.
Stupid, stupid streetdirectory.com. SAJC moved to Potong Pasir last year.
How can that website not be updated for a whole year?
Then I checked out Anderson JC.
Surprise surprise, it’s in the north of Singapore as well, Yio Chu Kang.
That’s practically the other side of the island.
So then I got pretty bitter by the fact that all the good JCs seem to be located in the north or east for some inexplicable reason.
Let’s see what we have in the West… ACJC, National JC, Hwa Chong, Jurong JC.
2 of which are obviously unattainable, 1 of which is the butt of all JC jokes all the time, and the last one which only accepts 9 points for prelims.
Thanks a lot, MOE.
Speaking of ACJC, I know it’s very typical of me to complain, but the open house was kinda bad.
Liz, Eunice, Dee and I had no idea where to go when we entered the JC, we just kinda wandered around until someone gave us a goodie bag (which included stuff like Maple Story and a whiteboard marker) We left just a couple of hours later, that included sitting at the void deck and talking for about half an hour.
Maybe I had high expectations, because everyone keeps saying how enthusiastic ACJC students are, but I think the only truly friendly student I met was a girl in the IT club. The others seemed a bit aloof.
On another issue, grad night.
Guess what our theme this year is? *sparkle**`GLITTERZZZ*/^% *sparkle shiny*
Actually it’s Glitz’007 (the Z is a 2), but that’s basically glitter right?
Also, I see some friends blowing hundreds of bucks for GlitterZ Night.
I can’t believe they’re blowing hundreds on a few hours of their life.
I think it’s pretty unfair to your parents if you spend so much money – money which you didn’t even earn.
Sure, it is a special night and we deserve to have at least one glam day before we graduate, otherwise all our friends will only remember our sweaty, exam-stressed faces in school, but isn’t spending hundreds of dollars a little too extreme?
But well, whatever.
2nd post of the day
So, turns out that my blog’s been discovered by my tuition mates, thanks to my bestie.
Oh well, okay. Hi tuition mates.
When the entries are password-protected, you’ll know what it means. 
I was just thinking about something this afternoon which I thought was pretty funny.
Here’s a gist of the serious, deep conversations taking place in my classroom:
Girl: Hey, you guys know the song _______? *plays tune on the handphone*
The rest: OOO yeah, I love it. It’s a really nice song you know *nods seriously*
Girl: Yeah but the problem is.. *distressed tone* Everyone likes it, you know?
The rest: Oh, yeah… *nods seriously*
*Pensive looks*
*Continue listening to the song on the handphone in silence*
Deep.
____
Saying this is probably like committing social suicide or whatever, but I don’t get why teens find it cool to drink vodka.
I took a whiff of my dad’s glass, and the smell hit me like a waft of ammoniax3 plus a small pile of poo.
I couldn’t even smell a small volume of it, let alone drink straight from the bottle which I see my classmates do in pictures. Man, do they really drink the whole bottle? I guess people find that cool on Friendster, but your liver wouldn’t in 10 years time.
Okay, enough complaining…
P.S: I finally updated the links, which have been rotting. Sorry if I’ve unlinked you, it’s only because you’ve moved and I don’t know the new link, not because I don’t like you.
Meh.
I think it’s such a pity that she thinks it’s her fault when it’s not, it’s just that he’s never bloody changed.
I wonder what kind of screwed up upbringing he’s had.
Also, I don’t like to say I told you so…
But well, yeah.
‘Yes’ Man.
“Hey, N_____, your school is teaching RV (relative velocity) already right?”
“Yep. But it’s so full of shit. They just keep giving notes.”
“Really?”
“Yah. When they dunno how to do, they ask me how to do.”
“Really, ask you?”
“Yah they ask me how to do those RV questions.”
“Why you?”
” ‘Cos I’m the RV pro wad.”
*Flops head exasperatedly on Lizard’s shoulder, then runs to the toilet to puke*
I think he’s like an ego-sponge. He just soaks up all the ego in the world, stand close to him and all your self-esteem will diffuse into his pores. Spongebob Egopants. Megalo-EGO-maniac. Egotastic.
Spongebob Egopants, I like that nickname…
After many months…
New layout by my sister, whee! I used to like Duo Lon a lot during the KOF days, then the new company took over and added a load of French people, like Ash Gay Crimson, whose significance is still unknown to me. He wears a hair band for goodness sake.
Well, I successfully managed to drop Chinese, wheepeedoo.
I can’t believe that I’m going to look back and tell my children how I’d gotten a C for Chinese. It’s kind of like a life-imprinting thing.
One thing which bugged me lately regarding languages is language-elitist people. I seem to be meeting more and more people who regard their proficiency in English as a reason for their superiority. In fact, these people go to the extent of dismissing Mother Tongue as a peasant’s language. I’m definitely no spokesperson for Mandarin, but I think anyone who uses condescending reasons to justify their lack in proficiency in the language is an absolute shithead.
My Chinese friend goes, “Chinese is useless lah, I can’t push my grade from a C to a A in a month’s time anyway. What, watch lame Chinese serials and read Chinese newspaper issit? It’s all gossip and trash.”
A Malay guy whines, “Not like I watch those lame Malay dramas all day wad, not like I speak Malay all the time at home also.”
And many, many more. These statements would appear harmless on paper, but with their tone of voice, the meaning is entirely different. Their tone of voice implied that only people good in MT are “losers” who speak their MT at home or watch those “loserish” TV shows 24/7. So what are the oh-so fabulous English shows? Days of Our Lives? Deal or No Deal? The Simple Life? MTV? Days of Our-freakin’-Lives?!
I wonder, what makes them think that being good in English is superior to being good in MT (aside from L1R5 reasons)? These are the times when I think that despite our (pathetic) racial-harmony attempt, white supremacy is still dominant. Thanks to several distorted mediums such as MTV (aka trash tv), we’re desperately trying to mimic bloody Beverly Hills all the time.
I tried watching The Hills once on MTV. One word: Whatthebloodyhell? I think in its obvious attempt to squeeze a whole day’s drama into half an hour, they cut a bunch of footage, hence highlighting the more outrageous/stupid/ohnohedidn’t dialogue and actions which would further enhance the different characters’ distinct personalities given by the producers. Yeah, the jerkiness in the sequence of the scenes was a big clue.
But MTV’s trash would be another post, another day.
I suppose the shining, branded Beverly Hills would seem more glamorous compared to the foggy, cold mountains in China. Anyway, my point is that underneath this stupid language superiority complex these people have, I think it all boils down to how they perceive the Western culture to be better than their own.
People, like my [subject] teacher who disses China non-stop and wears ridiculous $300 onion-coloured belts from branded French stores whose names I can’t even pronounce, aren’t exactly helping to repair Singapore’s fraying racial morale either. I think she ought to take a look at her own skin colour again and be reminded of where her damn roots are.
I don’t mean to sound preachy, like, oh MT is important so we can learn more about our cultures [regurgitate MT Oral speech], but on some level, it is true.
Isn’t it pathetic to see someone desperately wanting to be Chinese even though he’s Malay? Isn’t it pathetic to see someone so obsessed over Abercrombie and Fitch/GAP just because it’s an American brand? Isn’t it pathetic to see someone dissing his own race? I think it’s ironic the way they feel so superior when everybody else are actually disgusted by them. Well, I am.
I don’t mean to say we can’t indulge in some pleasures which the Western cultures bring. Spaghetti’s pretty good.
But to go to the extent of attempting to wash away your race and roots with meaningless materials and clothing is pathetic, because it’s so damn evident and obvious.
Anyway, the whole point is about language-elitist people. I’m all for speaking good English, but not the arrogance in it.
I wonder how these people would feel if one day China took over the world and everyone spoke Chinese. Language is just another propaganda thing isn’t it?
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Prelims are coming! I think studying Lit is depressing sometimes. There’s a story called The Boss which I find quite depressing, whenever Lily Posen pops into the picture, those hormones just start flooding through my veins man. The writer portrays her in such a pathetic state, I just feel sick and overwhelmed whenever I read it.
Another depressing story would be Limits of Trooghaft. It’s about aliens taking over the world. The way the aliens treat humans in the story mirrors the way we treat animals now Eg. watching them have sex in cages, segregating them, eating them. That story alone is enough to convince me to go into vegetarianism. It’s awful.
Plus, I went into a crazy mood-swing-fit after studying Lit. I moved on to Relative Velocity, and I started bursting into tears because I couldn’t do the first question. After thoroughly trashing my pillow around, sobbing into it, pulling my hair, banging the sink and curling up into a fetal position, I suddenly realized that I knew how to do the question and went back to doing the worksheet. It was a rather odd moment. I think the stress is really getting to me.
Well, back to more depressing Lit stories…