Effing stressed.

You have no idea.

Things come all at once, non stop.

These things' success lie largely on my shoulders.

I whine, I groan, I sniff. But all in all, I know I am here for a reason. I am confident of doing what I am to do. I know this is all going to work out fine because it's ME we're talking about here.

Never a war lost.

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Insanity is part of my genius.

The first week of school has finished without anything disturbing happening. That's good.

I've met all my tutors for the various subjects and I'm not especially displeased with any of them. Anyway, I find it difficult to be displeased with ANYONE who possesses a higher authority than me in a certain field.

Maths- it's taught by Nisa's dear Mr Wong. I think he's a very mathematical guy, it's easy to tell between commonfolk and mathematical people.

Economics- it's taught by a teacher whose name I have forgotten. But I do find him rather interesting in the sense that he is willing to admit that he doesn't prefer to teach economics if he had a choice. I'd much prefer a hearty confession to a rehearsed self introduction. The subject itself hasn't been touched upon much. But I do believe economics is simply giving names to things you already know. You know the concept of Opportunity Cost, it's just that you never heard of it being called that.

Literature- it's taught by three different teachers- Dr Marks, Ms Phua and Mr James Ho. In all honesty, I find that all of them are more interesting teachers than Mrs Tang. I should think the fault lies not with the teacher but what is taught. Mockingbird is not a book worth being read more than once. However, I do have my own preference. My respect and interest in Mr Ho far exceeds that of the other two teachers- at least I'm only a quarter asleep during his lessons.

Theatre Studies- it's a very intriguing subject being taught by Mr B. I was told that the course wasn't ideal for truly developing theatrical skills and increasing my sense for the stage because there are exam criteria to follow. But so far, I find that the so called "restrictions" the syllabus has put on me are rather non existant. I'm not expecting to get an exceptional A grade for my exams, I just wish to justify my presence on and off stage.

Knowledge and Inquiry- this subject is, as expected, unlike any other. As much as SEAB denies this subject as being Philosophy, these two are largely similar. I found out I topped the level for the MCQ section aptitude test to get into the course. Taking into account that I was the only one who "got the mark I got" and that the highest mark then was 24/25, it'd be quite safe to assume I scored full marks in the test. I changed my answers quite a few times during the test and a lot of thought was put into answering them. I was confident my score exceeded 20 but I'm thoroughly surprised I scored full marks. Oh well. :)

So that pretty much settles the academic aspect of VJC. What about my CCAs?

I'm planning to join:

Debating and Oratorical Society

Writers' Circle

House Committee

Dramatic Society

Yes, I have been told by many this is academic suicide. But I really am prepared to drop one of the above when the workload gets too heavy. But I'm rather confident I will pull through.

But it really is rather sad upon the thought that I'd be eating Thaipan every night. For the non Victorians, Thaipan is a restaurant situated somewhere 10 minutes away from Veejay. At 7.30 PM everyday, the General Office receptionist will make an announcement asking students who wish to order for an exclusive delivery from Thaipan to come down and order dinner. I think it's a really good idea, since then I wouldn't have to leave school for dinner when I have to stay back for activities. (Which is just about everyday)

Ah well. I'm fine. And still living. For now.

Time to busy myself with House Comm!

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I need help here.

Can people teach me how to lead a quiet life?

I don't want Catholic High all over again in Veejay. I don't want teachers to know me. I don't want to be sent to competitions. I don't want to deliver speeches. I don't want to perform in front of 2000 people. I don't want to be Don Juan. I don't want to be fighting for causes. I don't want to impress. I don't want to debate in front of a panel of judges.

But can I help it?


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OSIM.

I really think the people who set up the massage chair company had the acronym for Oh Shit It's Monday in mind.

Tomorrow's my first day of lessons! Thank goodness I have to be in school only by 9.50 am on mondays. I can now party on sunday nights!

I really think I'm so fond of these three people. Why isn't polygamy allowed in Singapore? Ugh. Hope I get to see them soon!

I really need sleep. You don't wanna know how my sleeping patterns were for the weekend.

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I see

And I watch and I stare and I glare and I gawk and I gape and I ogle and I observe and I glimpse and I peek.

But yet I don't take action.

An update of sorts.

The night before was Evergreen's concert. Yes, the one Sanjay directed. And yes, the one which was impressive. Even though I only attended a quarter of their rehearsals, I could tell they really put in their all. The most awesome thing was the VIP passes Sanjay gave James and I. We literally cut the entire queue and went straight into the performance theatre, and during the intermission there was a VIP area where the Woodlands GRC MP was which WE COULD FREAKING ENTER. All the Republic Cultural Centre staff nodded their heads at us when we entered. It was super awesome.

Last night was the Suntec mass dance. Nobody would believe it was an optional event judging from how 99% of the Victorians turned up. Thank goodness Clara told me to go.

Victorians defy logic. Why would so many people want to go all the way to Suntec to mass dance? But ah well, it was awesome.

Before the mass dance James and I went to this (rather high class) restaurant in Suntec which specializes in garlicy food. It was totally awesome. If you happen to go there, do try the only soup they have. It's this clam and mussels soup with a tomato base and a bit of chilli, the best thing I've eaten the whole week. And they're giving away a free pizza if you're ordering a main course. James and I were stuffed.

Of course afterwards, James crashed the Veejay mass dance. We went around meeting old catholic high guys and playing pranks on Veejay people while they were all so high.

I realise that Veejay danced for more then two hours at the Fountain of Wealth continuously. It felt like half an hour. After the mass dancing, James, Yong Kee, Fang Qi, two choir J2 girls (whom I forgot their names) and I went to Aston's. It's the first time I ordered nothing but a drink at an awesome steakhouse.

Then they went home while I went to somewhere near my house to grab a drink with T-Ho. I wanted to go to the Valora chalet after that but apparently I got drunk (or maybe drugged by T-Ho) and I ended up back at home sleeping. I feel really sucky that I missed something so fun. I want to play Big Two. :( It's so fun owning Olivia. :)

Next Monday is when school officially starts. I'm supposed to be in school latest by 9.50 because that's when my first lesson begins. Hope I won't be late!

Oh yes, talking about school, my CT Group is A12, traditionally known in Veejay as the crazy class/ asylum/ mad house. There are 20 in the class- 18 girls and one Ling Kang. I need more boypower. But ah well, my class is actually cool. Just DON'T BULLY ME AH.

Yesterday was beach fun day. The day before was outdoor rumble. Two days before that was outdoor wet games. This coming Monday will be PE in the afternoon under the blazing sun. I already have a painful sunburn on the back of my neck and my ginourmous spectacles are giving me tan lines on my FACE. I hate getting tanned. I want to be a pale Boo Radley. :(

And oh yes, three of my subject lecturers are ang moh. And it's solely due to my subject combination. I have this affinity with Westerners. My KI, Literature and TSD lecturers.

Got to go! Bye~

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I know.

I know that you suck. That you restrict me from achieving greatness. How the hell can I let anyone do that to me? No one has that right. Not even you.

The war begins now.

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