Pfft.
In SAJC, only Christian teachers are allowed to teach Moral Education.
What now, non-Christians have no morals, hence unfit to teach Moral Education?
Or maybe Moral Education is going to be Christian-y…
Sigh. I knew religion in a school was going to be touchy.
Nil
Other than the fact that my school uniform makes my shoulders resemble the Hulk’s, SAJC life is pretty good so far. I guess it’s the people you’re with which determines the kind of experience you’ll get, because I’m mostly hanging out with Lizard, Eunice and Julien. I tried hanging out with my OG mates and it felt weird and awkward - a whole day of weirdness and awkwardness makes the day an uncomfortable one. I know we’re supposed to make new friends in college, but geez, old ones are just so much easier to get along with.
Last night I suddenly had a feeling, like everything was going to be alright, and the next 2 years will be a blast. Well I don’t know how accurate my feeling is but I hope it comes true. I’ve decided to rid myself of the ’slacker’ label and do something. Like Overseas CIP or something. But then again this sudden urge of determination may just be ephemeral, until the real load of studying comes.
Anyway, I like this poem that we got during Lit:
In the Desert by Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter?bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”
Shut up.
Another conversation that has been taking place a lot today:
Person: What school you got into?
Me: SAJC.
Person: Oh no, you wanted to go AC right? You know SAJC is such a shit school? Crappy notes and crappy teachers, they don’t care about you, they just let you self-study, so full of shit. All my friends hated it there for PAE [insert more slandering]
Me (What I would’ve liked to say): If you already knew that I wanted to go to AC, you would know that I don’t exactly feel like a bowl of peaches at the moment; and telling me horror stories about SAJC is indirectly indicating that it’s my fault for getting into that school (which was not) because why the hell else would you be telling me this useless piece of information. Shut the fuck up, [insert JC name] dweeb.
Me (What I actually said): Shut up.
No seriously, what’s your aim for telling me horror stories about SAJC? So I can feel more like shit when I go there tomorrow? It’s as if these people are actually blaming me for getting into the school. They just go like, “Oh” in that fucking annoying way too. Why the fuck is everyone giving me the You-could’ve-done-so-much-better reaction?
Ugh shut up shut up shut up…
Blah.
It’s early and I think I’ve already carried out this conversation about 10times:
Person: Hey Julia, got into AC?
Me: Nope, SAJC.
Person: Omg, like why?! (People, please ask intelligent questions. Does my face read ACJC Admin System?)
Me: *stops conversing with the person*
Can’t say I didn’t see this coming.
I wasn’t very disappointed, just pissed with the distance.
Yep, ACJC is just a faraway (but physically near), unfair dream…
Going to try to appeal, but highly doubt it will be successful.
Anyhoo, just for giggles:
Zhi Wen looking more skinny in skinny jeans. All these years I’ve only seen him in basketball shorts and baggy t-shirt, but now I truly know his fashion taste - skinny jeans. Can’t help hyuk-ing.
Growing into an old 17 year old auntie
[edit] Wtf I’m a complete, utter idiot. I pushed my phone’s memory stick into this laptop without knowing that the slot was too big for the memory stick. It wasn’t completely inside the slot, so I tried to make it drop out by shaking the laptop vertically, but it couldn’t come out.
So I had this fabulous idea: I could push the memory stick fully into the slot, then when I use something to push it, it’ll be ejected!
WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.
Now it’s SUPER-stuck. Fuck. Computer repair shop, you’ll be earning more money from computer idiots like me… [/edit]
As the title suggests, today I’ve turned into an old 17 year old auntie.
JC student already man, no more fooling around with trivial O levels!
Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday, I really appreciated the effort to message and call… And to those who didnt: PHOOEY. Haha, just kidding.
Shi Xiang’s call was the best man:
SX: HI JULIA, IT’S ME! I’m going to do something really lame…
Me: Hi Shi Xiang. Okay, what?
SX: I’m going to sing you a song!
Me: Huh, why?!
SX: For fun… Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you [insert rest of song + Chinese version] Okay, have a great 17th brithday.
Teng Hui’s call was also damn funny:
Teng: *deep voice* “Hello, may I speak to Sophia please?”
Me: *thinking: Hmm this sounds very much like Teng… And it’s so like Teng to play a prank… But still…* “Uh. No?”
Teng: “HAHA EH JULIA HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Then I went back to watch Dexter Season 2, which totally sucks by the way. It’s just like Prison Break, Lost and Heroes - it begins to degenerate after season 1. Plus, season 2 of Dexter shows a lot of boobies. Hello, totally unnecessary.
Anyhoo, I met Lizard (who was totally RED hot today ‘cos she was wearing a red dress) and Eunice at Orchard.
They presented the best gift I ever got:
My favorite vegetable in the world man, I eat this like everyday? I was totally anticipating some out-of-the-world gift, because last year’s was orange striped BRA STRAPS. Can’t wait to see what next year’s will be. Pads? Toe nail clippings? Nose hair shaver?
Anyway, I must have accidentally gave the impression that I was upset, because I left for the toilet and didn’t come back for quite some time. They thought I was crying in the toilet, but in actual fact, I was lost and roamed each floor of Paragon to look for a damn toilet. Paragon’s toilet signs are unhelpful and redundant. Haha, sorry guys.
When I got back, surprise! I found Denise (hiding behind a menu), chocolate cake (Damn my chocolate-detox diet, ended up eating 4 slices) and some presents 
Well the picture of the cake is actually in my stupid phone’s memory card, so I leeched a picture off Lizard instead:
Well, thank you so much, everyone, I really appreciated it
Stop making me feel guilty about not doing much on other people’s birthdays >=(
Chocolate Chronicles
After 3 days of chocolate-detox, I decided to reward myself with, duh, a bar of chocolate. Actually 2 bars. Argh shit.
Anyway, I ripped open Milky Way (one of the chocolate bars in the jumbo pack grandpa gave me from Taiwan/America) and suspicions were aroused. It had an uncanny resemblance to Mars bar and Snickers. We don’t get a lot of chocolate bars in Singapore so I thought that every chocolate bar would look different. Well, I was wrong.
I chewed. Hmm. Isn’t that caramel? I look down. Why, it is caramel.
I chewed again. Hmm, isn’t that nougat? I look down, and OMG it is nougat!
I chewed again. Hmm, isn’t this a frickin’ MARS BAR?! I look down, and ZOMG it was exactly like a Mars Bar, except with more caramel.
Chocolate lesson that I’ve learnt today: Milky Way = Mars Bar + Extra Caramel
I ripped open another chocolate bar, this time it’s 3 Musketeers (45% less fat, it enticingly said on the package) Again, it bore an uncanny resemblance to Mars bar.
I chewed. Hmm, isn’t that nougat? I look down, holy shit it IS nougat!
Chocolate lesson number 2: 3 Musketeers = Mars bar - Caramel
I still have Snickers Almond and Twix to go, and I just realized that Twix is the bloody same as well - caramel + nougat. Why do I get the feeling that Snickers Almond won’t surprise me either?
Something about Economics is nagging at the back of my mind, something like, if every stupid chocolate bar is the same, how will one manufacturing company earn more profits than other manufacturing companies…
Anyway, enough of the chocolate talk (I can’t believe every chocolate bar in the world is basically the same! Totally cheated my feelings 
) I should be blogging about more important things, but… Nah, I like the chocolate talk.
I’m kind of nervous about Tuesday, the posting results. I know I have to mentally prepare myself to stay in SAJC and the long stupid rides home from there (bright side: the uniform?) because ACJC’s mode of accepting students seems pretty shady (shan’t elaborate, quite a touchy topic)
I suppose staying SAJC won’t be bad. I’m actually beginning to enjoy my stay there (too late, eh), I realized that the only put-off was the distance. I don’t know why but distance really seems to bug me a lot. I think it’s because of my body-clock: Wake up later = Enjoy the day better.
Anyway, enough bumbling. Tomorrow’s my birthday, but even though I’ve thrown around numerous subtle hints (eg. “Hey, my birthday’s next Saturday, and I like surprises *wink*” ) I think most people forgot. Oh well, what are we but insignificant machines in this gigantic universe.
SHATTERED
Just remembered this ridiculous movie I watched with Dee and Lizard last Saturday.
We initially wanted to watch The Kite Runner, though the book was a waste of my Kinokuniya discount voucher *frowns* but I was curious to see how it would be adapted into a movie.
BUT. That wasn’t the crappy movie I was talking about.
The timings for Kite Runner were screwed up, and the other movies were all like, Ah Long, CJ7, Kung Fu Dunk and all the other movies which weren’t worth $10, so we watched…
SHATTERED.
We didn’t know what the movie was about, so we took the risk of spending $10 on it.
I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED AH LONG.
I think what makes a thriller/action film a complete booboo would be if the dramatic scenes, especially the climax, made the audience laugh… Without the intention to create humour.
Here was the climax:
(Pierce Brosnan caught Gerard Butler having an affair with his wife, so they’re punching and rolling on the ground with guns placed conveniently within their reach on the floor)
Pierce Brosnan: But you weren’t just screwing her, were you, you were screwing with ME!!! *punch*
WTF.
That has got to be one of the worst puns in the history of Hollywood. Seriously, I don’t know why Pierce Brosnan and Gerard Butler agreed to this film, and the whole cinema was snorting and laughing away at this scene.
Sigh. Alamak.
The plot was senseless too. Basically this couple (Gerard Butler + some bad actress whose name I forgot) was threatened and robbed by this mysterious man (Pierce Brosnan) for the like the whole day, a la Collateral.
So for 3/4 of the movie, we’re all wondering, why the hell is Pierce Brosnan messing with them? They didn’t do anything wrong.
Big fat twist 1 (which was revealed in the last 20 minutes of the movie): Gerard Butler was having an affair with Pierce Brosnan’s wife, so Pierce was pissed, hence the whole-day-of-hell.
Big fat twist 2 (revealed in the last 3 minutes of the movie): Gerard Butler’s wife was actually collaborating with Pierce Brosnan. She wanted to get back at Gerard Butler because she knew that he was cheating on her.
Major WTF. At the end of the movie, Denise said, “You know, NORMAL people would like, just confront the spouse… Ask for a divorce…” Yes, normal people would. Looks like this character was just plain psycho.
$10…Could buy 5 nice plates of chicken rice
Oh, and another tip to directors. Please stick to 1 title. On the poster, it said, “SHATTERED” with Pierce Brosnan and Gerard Butler’s faces badly photoshopped on it.
But. When the movie started, the title was: Butterly On a Wheel.
“Do you think we’re watching the right movie?”
“I have a feeling we are… And this isn’t a very good movie.”
Chocolate-detox diet
Aiyah, so irritated. Just when I wanted to embark on my chocolate-detox diet (I was back to eating so many chocolates a day that I lost count. I’m not really into the weight thing, but I’m pretty sure snarfing on chocolates like no tomorrow doesn’t have a very cheery outcome, perhaps a swollen foot fit to be amputated due to diabetes? Maybe), my mum brought back a jumbo-sized box of chocolate bars from Taiwan.
WHHYY?!
Okay… Chocolate-detox diet commences on MONDAY *chews on Snickers*