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Haven’t touched this blog in ages. School has been keeping me super busy and tired. I also realized how time consuming it is to adjust a tie every morning. My tie somehow always ends up being lopsided, and sometimes for some reason it ends up being too long even though I didn’t undo the knot. But I think that’s just me.
My timetable rocks ass though.
Monday - 5pm (Stinky P.E)
Tuesday - 1pm
Wednesday - 1pm
Thursday - 1pm
Friday - 4pm
However there’s still extra lectures and CCA, so I usually end up going home quite late. The bright side is that if CCA or lectures are canceled, I get to reach home by 2pm, eat a nice bowl of corn for lunch and take a nap 
I joined Guitar Ensemble. While playing the guitar is fun, the teacher sucks out all of it. He reminds me of the crazy Crocker guy in The Fairly Odd Parents, I think it’s his spectacles. I’m contemplating on quitting, because this idiot of a teacher is making me feel like whacking my guitar across his scrawny chest every time he opens his mouth. Impatient, unsympathetic asshole.
I’m also quite pissed at how my money seems to be vanishing from my wallet. Not in the stealing sense though, I think I’m spending too much money. Why? Because of all the stupid crap the school is making me buy. Especially the Literature books. My teacher went ahead to order the books for all of us without asking. In the end, 1984 turned out to be the same version as mine. Wasted $30+. I have a strong feeling Brave New World will be the same version as mine too.
But she’s a super nice teacher so I feel guilty for being angry at her.
That’s the thing about stuff, it seems cheap, but put all them altogether and you get expensive. Chinese textbook, notes, books, stationary, uniform, Lit books, tickets, etc. All seem harmless at first, then boom, there’s $2 left in my wallet.
Maybe I’m overreacting. But I hate asking my parents for money.
Met up with my Indian pals yesterday at the Fun-O-Rama. I realized how much I missed them, I can’t wait for the chalet in June. Haniel is also becoming a hug-person, yay. I also invited them to the SAJC Alive Concert, but they might not make it. Plus, I just found out that it’s a Christian concert too. I don’t mind the music but I’m hoping there won’t be the preaching stuff which I see at church concerts.
Anyway, I have a tonne of homework crashing like 10 foot waves at me. Toodles.
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School - Now and Then
Hmm…My hair is looking exceptionally wavy today… Sigh. Yah, I’m that bored.
I spent most of my holidays on rewriting notes, doing homework and all that rubbish for school.
I realized that studying is quite fun… when it’s not forced. Though I can’t help but feel a bit panicky about the A levels, people are like, “Yes, it’s an arduous and exhausting journey, you will have to find a source of strength along the way…but you will make it, etc.” Don’t they know that “consoling” people of what they don’t know will just scare them even more? Especially a friend of mine who’s taking his As this year, in every conversation we have he somehow manages to worm the subject about As into the conversation. “A levels cannot last minute study ah, you better stop slacking! Especially in a crappy school like SA!” Nag nag nag. Guh.
Speaking of school, I haven’t talked about my new class yet - 08A04.
One word: Girl-dominated. There are about 20-25 people in the class, and only 4 poor boys.
2 of them are alright, though they stick to one clique. The other 2 seem obsessed with their girlfriends [aka PSPs] to the point where I only see them twice a day - during assembly in the morning and Civics class.
Anyway, my classmates are super, duper nice and sweet people.
They’re all good people, really, but it gets quite vanilla-ish after a while.
Oh well, I guess having nice classmates is better than having bitchy and annoying ones.
Blah sorry it’s small.
Spot the 4 dudes amongst the girls!
Oh and there was also a Primary 6 (6D ‘03!) reunion last night.
Everyone is still the same, just a little different (we lost our baby fat, though there was some “Huh, who’s that?” going around, haha).
It was just like primary 6 again in the canteen, except it was in Sakae Sushi (more like Sucky Sushi, you call that service?)
I’ll upload the pictures when I can, unfortunately my memory card is still stuck in the laptop and my dad doesn’t seem very keen on sending it to the computer repair shop, so I’ll be leeching the photos.
Sigh, I miss my primary school days too.
Time to eat, fatty.
Tense
Well a lot of changes are happening in college.
Not apparent, physical changes but I’m just having some revelations.
I was feeling so, so emotionally tired and frustrated that I had a meltdown last night. Grh, have you ever had the feeling like, your soul is just being scrunched up like a stress ball? Like every vein in your body is being squeezed. I felt so heavy and tense I thought I was going to implode, but after a big load of crying I felt a bit better.
I wish I didn’t have to care so much, it’s like I’m believing in forever but then they move on. Moving on seems to be so easy for everyone but I’m struggling to move forward, I don’t know why it’s so hard. I wish I could just rub off all the shit old feelings and not give a shit about the past, it would be so much easier.
Okay, enough whining…
Well, I’m actually enjoying the stuff I’m learning. Literature is the best man, though sometimes the teacher creates like a 10-sentence analysis on one word alone in a poem, or maybe it’s because Poon didn’t go that in depth. Economics is kind of fun as well.
I’m really glad that I’m finally doing something I enjoy, I’ve had it with the “You’ve got to do this to benefit your future” stuff. Do this now and you’ll earn more money in the future. When you do earn that bonus, you’re gonna have to do something else to get more of it and the cycle goes on. It’s a never-ending rat race. Might as well enjoy your youth learning stuff you have a passion for.
Yo, demand and supply.