Another List
I saw this on Jessie’s blog and thought that it was a great way to confess what you feel without them knowing it’s directed at them. Although I realized that after typing out all these, some were directed at the same person. If I lumped them altogether though, it’d be pretty obvious who I’m talking about.
Things I Would Say to People if I Had the Guts to:
1. Honestly, I couldn’t give a damn about your life details. (After saying this I would get up from my seat and walk away just to show the extent of my couldn’t-give-a-damn-ness)
2. Before insulting a particular group of people, please look around the room first before saying it. That group of people are usually in the proximity, it ends up being really embarrassing for yourself and me.
3. Verbal ability does not equate to intelligence and confidence.
4. I think you’re secretly harboring extreme elitist views without knowing it. It really sickens me the way you look down on people with lower academic ability. I feel like tearing my hair out whenever you make an elitist comment, which is about every time you open your mouth.
5. Just because I don’t have 24/7 verbal diarrhea like you do doesn’t mean I don’t have opinions. Here’s an opinion: You’re views are ridiculously distorted and I hate listening to you talk because whatever spews out of your mouth leaves me incredulous for weeks due to its ridiculous nature. I also think it’s really dumb of you to choose not to be receptive, because you end up giving up listening altogether.
6. Woman, you just HAVE to put on some pants!
7. Stop whining and being a hypocrite. You could at least practice what you preach. Sheesh. Common sense, woman!!!
8. You like to pretend that you’re incredibly deep, insightful, artistic and worldly; when in reality you’re just a horny little 17 year old.
9. Sometimes being blunt and honest just appears as a lack of basic etiquette.
10. I’ve been trying to help you, but you’re just so damn stubborn that I’ve given up on you.
11. I really wish we were closer friends.
12. Stop wearing blue contact lenses already. It creeps people out.
13. You don’t need it, you’re strong enough to stand on your own. But then again it makes you happy, so I guess it’s all for the best. I do hope you’ll snap out of it one day, though I doubt that will ever happen.
14. I think you’re one of the most kind-hearted, patient and caring person I’d ever met. You really deserve everything that’s good in life. I think you’re a beautiful person.
15. It’s very ironic when you bitch about ugly people when you don’t look that great yourself.
16. I appear to hate you but I actually feel a mixture of pity and apathy for you.
17. I hate you because you’re one of those people who simply doesn’t care about anything just because “it didn’t happen to you”, like the earthquake in China etc. You’re an ignorant, selfish brat. Honestly, I don’t think you deserve anything in life.
18. I find you rather handsome, actually.
Really, really, really.
I REALLY,
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BLOODY
HATE GROUP WORK AND ANYTHING TO DO WITH WORK INVOLVING OTHER PEOPLE.
Besides my PW group, which isn’t too bad.
BUT STILL. FUCK. REALLY.
Beat.
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.
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.
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.
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*