Random
School work is so insane, I realised that my hobbies probably aren’t even hobbies anymore. I started sketching today, after months without touching the pad, and it felt so new and weird. My skateboard’s forming iron (III) oxide (applying Chemistry to blog posts!).
O level Chinese Oral was a major booboo. 7 months of preparing for 10 minutes of talking, gone. Their question was, “In what ways does the government help the handicapped travel with convenience?” Or something like that, I couldn’t even understand the question anyway.
All that memorising and regurgitating in practice about teenage crimes, suicides, stress, handphones, dengue fever, preserving the environment, the elderly being bullied, school uniforms, the IR and practically everything else, gone. All absolutely put to no use! The only coherent sentence I uttered was a sentence which was irrelevant to the question! Ugh.
Well, it was quite awful. I couldn’t say “ramp”, “railing” and “wheelchair-ridden people” in Chinese, so I ended up doing a bunch of demonstrations which the teacher was nice enough to translate into Chinese. Sigh.
Oh well, I guess I wasn’t expecting more than a Merit, or after that ordeal, perhaps just a pass.
English prelim oral was quite alright, threw in as many adjectives as I could.
We thought our examiner was a kind middle-aged lady who didn’t speak much English so we could impress her easily, however I have a feeling that despite her gentle exterior, what lies underneath is a strict and well-spoken teacher! [Dun dun dun duuun] Also, she was the teacher who “caught” my guy friend and I sitting at the stairwell during recess, and she thought we were skipping lessons. But alas, she didn’t recognize me. Hoorah.
I’m also doing a lot of mean bitching behind people’s backs lately… Ugh! I’ve really got to stop gossiping.
Also, I’ve been doing some odd dreaming lately. Here’s one:
Lizard, Dee, Eunice and I were standing with a crowd of students in TK’s assembly plaza. Suddenly, we ran out of the school to hail a cab, at which the road began to flood. We jumped right into freezing flood water, the grass underneath the water looked glassy and actually pretty refreshing.
When we got into the cab, the cab driver somehow drained the water out of the car. Then, I began scrubbing my hair with heads & shoulders. The cab driver turned around, irate. “You better not dirty my seats!” he warned. I shot back, saying that I was going to wash it off later.
Then, I realised the Dee was missing. She probably got caught in the flood, I thought.
So I sent her a message, “Yo u gg to be ok?”
Suddenly we switched scenes. We were in a shopping mall and I spotted a toilet. I went into the toilet to wash the shampoo off my hair. In the midst of washing, blood began to trickle down my temples. I remember that I was thinking about something really infuriating at that point in the dream, but I can’t remember what. So blood was pouring down my face, I looked up into the mirror and shrugged.
My dreams seem to contain either blood, dying, bugs or cartoons.
I was thinking about a post I made about a person a while ago. I realised that I was wrong – he didn’t actually change at all. It was I who foolishly misinterpreted our friendship as a special one, when this “special” friendship is duplicated with many others by him. His actions haven’t differed at all since the day I met him actually.
Selfishly, I think the reason why I thought he’d changed was because when our friendship began to wane, he began acting the same way to other people the same way he acted towards me. I suppose when our friendship still existed in a proper state and definition, I was so submerged in it that I hadn’t even noticed the way he was replicating his actions with others, subconsciously dwelling in denial maybe. So.. I guess I’m in no position to judge him, neither do I have the right to blame him either.
On another note, here are some amusing works of art by our Literature teacher. Goodness. It looks like the type of pictures of test scripts made a jokes.
Script’s Xing Hui’s, and the funny little thingy there is a snail.
Translated: Slow! Add oil!
I have no idea what that is. I thought it was a decapitated head at first, then a ghost, then maybe it’s just a screwed up ‘9′.