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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.
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.
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.”
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.
Oh?
My GP teacher is so apt.
I wrote a fatass answer to the question.
Instead of critiquing my answer and perhaps suggesting what’s wrong with it, she simply wrote:
“Oh?”
And slapped a big fat C at the top.
I don’t really mind the C, but I mind the “Oh?”
What the hell does “Oh?” mean?
That has got to be the shortest, most sweeping and unspecific comment ever made by a teacher on an essay.
Crazy
HAH, forget about yesterday’s entry man!
Migraine’s gone and appetite’s back!
English: A1
English Literature: A1
Comb Humans: A2 (In your face, YBL)
Math: A1
A Math: A1
Physics: A2 (!!)
Chemistry: A2 ( )
Chinese: C5 (WHO CARES?)
L1R5 (Raw): 8
L1R5 (Net): 7
I’m really happy for everyone who got the points they wanted to get, especially Teng Hui! So proud of you!
So if there are any secondary 4 students reading this, I’ll tell you this: It is possible!
I was actually late for my Lit paper and still manage to get an A1, so it really is possible.
Plus, my combined humanities were the pits. I kept getting 3/10 for Geography map reading and I didn’t even know what ‘levels’ were in Social Studies SBQ 2 months before the exam.
If ACJC doesn’t accept me… adjhjerhgrjkghkrjhgrwtf.
As Lizard said, I need to leave SAJC for nearer pastures. Traffic at Potong Pasir is horrendous – I can practically travel to Malaysia by plane with the amount of time spent on being stuck in traffic.
I was so anxious and scared shitless that I didn’t eat for 20 hours. I don’t know why people eat when they’re depressed or anxious – I lose my appetite, and I sleep a lot. Anyway, right after getting back the results, I was craving for chocolate, so I ate 2 packets of Twix and a shitload of Japanese food. Yummy chocolate-y goodness.
Time to eat!