Mandarin Woes
Talking about Chinese A level Oral (I only got a pass)…
Amanda: Yeah the person before you sets the standard. Maybe you got a damn pro one before you that’s why even though you were okay, you only got a pass. If the person before was lousy then you’d be comparatively better. Who was before you?
Me: Ah.. Lois.
Amanda: Yah lah, she got Distinction, she speaks Chinese at home so she’s damn pro.
(So do I but that didn’t help much haha)
Joyin: So who was after you?
Me: Julien. What did she get?
Amanda: Distinction. HAHAHAHA.
Me: 
Hurt feelings!
Haha I know Chinese is so last year, but my heart still breaks over it, that and Chinese O levels too, sob. My mother is Taiwanese, up to this day I still don’t understand why my Chinese isn’t as pro as hers despite all that hard work and conversing with her for 18 years!!! Argh!!! Why!!!
Bored Bitching
Cranky.
1. Damn it I hate my phone, it keeps rebooting itself, lagging and occasionally the screen will just fill up with the white noise stuff. My previous Sony Ericsson phones were pretty hardy, but this one’s like blah.
2. Tried doing AP GP and I really suck horribly at it, I can never solve the “Hence..” parts so that pissed me off too. But then I decided to switch to integration and that cheered me up. Yawn. Prime example of an A level student – blogging about maths.
3. Wrote out the list of things to do for preparation of A levels, so far I’ve completed one task – “Print out notes on China” (or maybe it can count as 2 tasks if the typing of the notes is considered). Feeling crappy looking at the long list. Blah.
3. I’m starting to dislike Starbucks drinks too, it feels like I’m drinking a cup of condensed milk and sugar with coffee flavouring or something. So I tried Chai tea which I thought was just the watery sort of tea but there was so much sweet milk/syrup/whatever it is, blah. Or maybe I didn’t stir it properly. Then I tried some green tea thing which had even more sweet milk/syrup/whatever it is. Prime example of a bored, high maintenance kid – bitching about Starbucks. Yah, kids nowadays…
I WILL CONQUER AP GP! (with the help of consultation)
Hell’s Nightmare
Sam showed me the blog of a guy whom my friends have been talking about… He seemed too extreme to be true, like the combination of two particularly religious and zealous people in my school.
The following is his aim in life:
“Mission: Plunder hell and populate heaven
Hell’s nightmare!!!!!!!!!!
Vessel of God!!!!!!!!!”
I hate it so much to the point where I love it.
It would’ve made much more of an impact if a) exclamation marks didn’t proliferate this motto thus rendering it a complete joke, b) make his mission sound like a cheesy firewindcrossbonesthunderlightninghell sort of thing, like one of those cheesy metal bands that insert all kinds of “rebel” elements to their songs for the sake of it without taking the significance into consideration (ie. Dragonforce or The Meatmen) (But then again I like those bands, whoops) and c) “Hell’s Nightmare”? Seriously?
[Edit] Oh I forgot to add, while skimming his blog, I mentioned to Sam that he seemed to be stuck at the 12 year old mentality where it was cool to come up with names like “Kyo Firex” and spew such meaningless, asinine content. Just at that moment, I saw an entry of his entitled “Words of Wisdom 12″ which ironically bragged about how mature he was already at the age of 12.
Irony.
Last Day of School
I recall writing about how disturbingly nonchalant I had felt leaving my secondary school, I guess those feelings (or lack thereof) still apply now. Back then, I didn’t quite miss my friends or dread leaving them because I knew that if we were true friends, we’d still keep in touch anyway, and in fact we’ve been closer and stronger as a group for the past 2 years than we were back in school, despite all of us going to different JCs/polytechnics and being completely different from one another. I’m bloody happy that this group of friends is what I’ve gained the most from secondary school. Yeah, it is great fun to reminisce about the times in secondary school but strangely enough I don’t miss the experience, even though I loved all my 4 years there. I guess you can only miss something of the past if you feel that something’s lacking and unfulfilled in the present, and I’m pretty happy with my life right now.
I suppose that applies to leaving the college as well, I’m not very bothered by it because though it’s brought me a lot of joy for the past 2 years, I know that the future will be just as rewarding or even better. I’ll know that if the friends I’ve made are life-long friends or not if we do still maintain our relationships 10 years down the road, and that’s something that I’m looking forward to – to see them happy with their future spouses, their careers and everything else.
I guess I will miss the little things about SA, like the to-die-for char kway teow & malay food, chatting for hours in the caf, the random outbursts of jokes in class, the teachers etc, but looking at the big picture, all that’s happened in the past 2 years ultimately boil down to a whole load of possibilities and potential for the future both in terms of relationships and academics/careers, and I can’t wait to move forward to see what happens then.
Plus, if I do get into NUS next year, I look forward to walking to school instead of wasting half my life traveling to and fro. Hoorah.
Mothballs
In an attempt to combat the sudden wave of mosquitoes that has hit the household, my mum bought bags of mothballs and stuffed a bunch of them into my closet.
Me: Eh mummy, I think mothballs are meant to like, prevent moth eggs or something, not mosquitoes…
(But of course in my broken Chinese it was like, “Mummy, mothballs shi bu yao moth shen hai zi. Mothball bu hui sha wen zhi…”)
Mum: No! They scare away… bugs.
Me: …
Now my legs are still itching from fresh bites and my clothes smell like they were stuffed at the back of the closet since the ’80s.
This happens frequently, now I know what it’s called. I hate it when it happens, it’s like knowing that I’m dreaming yet I am still half-awake, so I keep trying to wake myself up fully but I can’t because of sleep paralysis. Bloody sick feeling.
Met up with Chee Yang today, what the hell I couldn’t believe my eyes, the light from the outside of Starbucks was shining on him so he looked like some Japanese/Korean-drama pretty boy, especially with the hair. I was in such disbelief I couldn’t stop repeating, “Oh my God, Chee Yang you look damn handsome now!” He appeared modest but I bet he was damn happy lah, hah. And he’s grown so tall now, I can still remember in secondary 1 when he used to be shorter and thinner than me. It’s feels really weird to see your friends grow up!
Anyway after studying/catching up, we watched The Ugly Truth, which I guess followed the typical story-line of a romantic comedy (ie. Part 1: Woman/man happily going about her/his own business. Part 2: Man/woman comes into the picture, conflict, climax. Part 3: They end up together) but some of the sexual innuendos were pretty funny. I got bored when they started salsa-dancing though (ie. Part 2.5: The two of them realize they liked each other despite their conflicts) The part about how women always have a checklist with 10 things on it when it comes to finding a man did remind me of a certain someone… Though I highly doubt that the ending of this particular romantic comedy actually happens to people who have such insanely unrealistic checklists.
Hmm, approximately 5 weeks left to A levels. Crap.
Slob
CRAP, keep spilling drinks/toothpaste all over myself today. Dunno, maybe my mouth deforming or what.
Haha what Amanda said today keeps cracking me up:
“Can you imagine our boyfriends meeting each other in the future? Julia’s one will be like, mine’s very mature *smiley face* then Joyin’s one will be like, can teach me how to make mine like me more? *Sad face* Mine and Sammi’s will be like, can teach me how to save money?!?! *clutches heart + look of pain* ”
LOL. Can’t stop laughing.