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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Jonk, Jonk, Jonk

When did you become such a coward?

You actually got the rare chance to see her today and all you could do was suan her to get her attention. You had 5 minutes to talk to her and you kept silent. When will be the next time you can see her? Hopefully tomorrow during mass dance. But if not, the chance of meeting will be equivalent to that of two random air molecules colliding.

Shit.

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I have a friend

Whom I feel is a lot like me.

The both of us are like giant boulders at the top of a steep slope. We need a great amount of strength to be pushed so we will move ahead. But once we start moving, we will be fast, we will be strong, we will be unstoppable.

But unlike me, he didn't have anyone to give him that one harsh push.

I want to be the boulder which pushes another.


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You have no idea how amusing I find this.

Nov. 20. 1905

J. H. Todd 
1212 Webster St.
San Francisco, Cal.

Dear Sir,

Your letter is an insoluble puzzle to me. The handwriting is good and exhibits considerable character, and there are even traces of intelligence in what you say, yet the letter and the accompanying advertisements profess to be the work of the same hand. The person who wrote the advertisements is without doubt the most ignorant person now alive on the planet; also without doubt he is an idiot, an idiot of the 33rd degree, and scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link. It puzzles me to make out how the same hand could have constructed your letter and your advertisements. Puzzles fret me, puzzles annoy me, puzzles exasperate me; and always, for a moment, they arouse in me an unkind state of mind toward the person who has puzzled me. A few moments from now my resentment will have faded and passed and I shall probably even be praying for you; but while there is yet time I hasten to wish that you may take a dose of your own poison by mistake, and enter swiftly into the damnation which you and all other patent medicine assassins have so remorselessly earned and do so richly deserve.

Adieu, adieu, adieu!

Mark Twain
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JC lightbulb joke!

Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: 4 whole faculties. One to design the new bulb, one to
manufacture and test it out, one to write a proposal on it and one to market it.

Q: How many HCJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: The whole school. To compete with RJC.

Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: The whole school. One student to screw it in and the rest to cheer and wave flags and banners to give him/her support.

Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They can study without light.

Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: They're too busy trying to be one of the top 5 JCs.

Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They'll rather use all their money to employ YJC to do it for them.

Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. Only one teacher to tell them what a light bulb is in the first place and to demonstrate how to change the light bulb.

Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a light bulb? (Hint: High abortion rate in the past)
A: They'll prefer it to be darker.

Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. Their physics is so bad that they made their macho male physics teacher cry.

Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. Would they even bother?

Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They believe in praying for it.

Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They are still using oil lamps.

Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Huh, what litebarb?

Q: How many PJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Heck the light bulb lah, the principal would do something about the rightbarbs. Let's do 300 jumping jacks for not wearing the proper school attire.

Q: How many MJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They are too busy trying to get promoted.

Q: How many IJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They are Innovians. They'll find ways out of the dark.

Q: Who wrote all this?
A: A TJCian.

Q: How many TJC students does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. They think they are already very bright.
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Spearca Day 02

I seriously don't know how to describe the VJC orientation anymore. If you asked me yesterday, my opinions would have been loaded with a million superlatives. But obviously, today, things only got more high. -.-

But it's damn obvious, with the deafening cheers of both the OGLs and the freshmen, that the entire event is a success. I can tell you that even though it's just halfway through orientation. The amount of work put into Spearca is incredible. It's damn obvious from everything they did and planned. I already heard accounts of the orientations from different JCs- HCJC, NJC, AJC, ACJC and RJC. The orientations either consisted of well planned events with dead people or fun people with events not well planned.

The preparation for Spearca impressed even me. The orientation is actually held in a story format with the entire level split into 8 OGs with a couple of sub OGs under it. The names of the OGs follow the names of fictional warriors who are on some sort of quest. There's really a storyline behind me and extremely surprisingly, it isn't lame. Interesting, in fact.

and the OGLs are just unbelievable. How can each and EVERY J2 student involved in Spearca be so into the event? These two days I needed a lot of help to do lots of stuff and I'd just ask any random J2 I see, whether he/she's involved in Spearca or not. And they were all damn freaking cool. I guarantee that I, AT LEAST, asked for help 10 times from 10 different people and they were all damn helpful. (LOL. I know I sound like some weirdo who keeps asking for help. But that's because I frequently have to be separated from my OG to attend to other stuff)

And my sub OG itself is also damn cool. It's obvious my OGL is enthusiastic about being an OGL. The first day, he could only bring us around for half the day before having to leave for a competition. And at night, he actually sent me a message saying that he was sorry about not being able to bring us around for the rest of the day and stuff.

I believe there are two kinds of leaders- the first are people who act enthusiastic because of the job given to them and the second are people who take the job because they are enthusiastic.

I know A LOT of student leaders who are in the first category. I can see through people like glass. (Caleb ought to know :D)

I don't really blame these people for doing so. I understand that these people think the job as something cool, and thus have to rev up their engines to meet their own expectations.

But obviously I, me being me, don't give a damn about these kind of people. They are EVERYWHERE. And until they realize they are going about this wrongly, they're only going to lead an artificial, made up, delusional life. I don't mind someone not being enthusiastic, I hate people acting enthusiastic; it's so stupid.

However, people like my OGL I respect. He's a really cool guy and if I weren't so sleepy throughout orientation I swear I'd talk to him more.

My other three OGLs apart from the one who was mentioned above are also cool people. (It helps that all three of them are pretty ladies) I'd also talk to them more if I didn't have to take a super long bus ride which makes my butt ache and saps my energy so much I feel sleepy throughout the event. It's a real torture doing extreme cheering when you're three quarters asleep. That's the reason why orientation's a partial torture.

But on the whole, just experiencing these two days, orientation in VJC has given me a very good idea of what the school and its students are like. And from what I see, I know I'll like it here. What defines school spirit isn't the amount of cheering done at school events, nor is it how many student councillors you have. It's the day-to-day experience you get on the normal school curriculum.

PS: Mass dancing is more dangerous than Muay Thai. I'm really going to get knee kicked right in the face (without any safety equipment) while mass dancing one of these days.

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DAY 01

Freak. i don't know how to describe VJC. How can over a thousand people be so high at the same time. I mean, I'm looking at crowd psychology in the face here. Hahaha. I've done the research on crowd psychology before so now comes the practical.

But yes, Veejay is a nice JC to be in. The teachers look friendly. Like, damn friendly. Super duper uber friendly. And so are ALL the Victorians. Now that's scary.

But anyway, much as I would like to, I can't describe the first day as horrendous. It was considered very ideal. I just don't like enthusiasm for no reason.

The subject briefings were the REALLY scary ones. Every briefing I went for, every teacher mentioned the word "fail" and 'drop" at least thrice. And it just so happens the subject briefing for today are for the subjects I want to do. I was really hoping that I could take subjects which didn't require studying and yet ace it. But if it's just the former without the latter, I still really don't mind.

Ah, Day II tomorrow. It's only going to be more high. Damn.

VeeJayCee '11

Yeah it's confirmed. Which kind of sucks. Cuz that means I have to return to school. Okay, that REALLY sucks. Like, precious time that can be spent on Borderlands and partying is wasted on EDUCATION. Where is the justice?!

I mean, if education is compulsory for stupid people and people who live to mug, I'd understand. But hellooooooo. It's me you're talking about here. I don't need an education. Laymen need education. I need enlightenment.

Anyway, I received the sms at about 6+ telling me that I got accepted into Veejay. HOWEVER, I was still sleeping soundly then, and was planning to CONTINUE sleeping till 11. BUT, a couple of idiots called me excitedly at 7+ and 8+, waking me up and causing me unrest.

What's the big deal, dood? -.-

Anyway, afterwards I went for lunch at Thai Express with Eileen. I ordered this Thai dish that James and I wanted to order the last time we went to Thai Express. But the waiter actually STOPPED us from ordering cuz it was too spicy. Which is dumb. Well, I THOUGHT that was dumb BEFORE I tried the dish today. I died. Thrice in a row. Point made.

Then I took a bus with my mom to Veejay to see how long it'd take. Very long. Very very long. Point made.

Afterwards I went to dinner with Kai at Hog's Breath Cafe. The steak was awesomeeeeeeee. I'm going to go back for a 400 gm steak next time. It's THE place you ought to go for good steak, not Jack's Place. Then we went to Novena for ice creammmmm. <3

Ah now I'm back at home. And I was told some guy from Veejay called to tell me about my Orientation Group and what I have to bring/do tomorrow. Ah whatever, when it's time it's time.

Got to go back to doing my "stuff".

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Ah, I'm blogging on my phone again.

And normally when I start blogging on my phone, it means this blog is going to become a mobile blog soon. It just feels better blogging on my phone than my laptops. (Yes, I put "laptops" in plural to mock you)

I've been running everywhere this few days and I don't think I'll stop until school reopens. It's kinda tiring considering how I have to be out the whole day. I'm getting sleepy just thinking of how I have to wake up at 7 tomorrow. My biological clock is really screwed up now. I go without sleep for 24 hours and sleep for 12. But oh well, biological clocks can be readjusted, holiday time can't be earned back. :D

Today was Wesley's birthday party, which was the weirdest party I've been to. Ever. Why, you ask?

Well, maybe because it WASN'T a party. It just felt like some kind of gathering. I assure you parties and gatherings are most different.

You see, we have a problem. No, correction. Wesley has a problem. Apart from his Primary school classmates and 4-5 peeps, he has no one else to celebrate his birthday. Which is sad.

And considering that he came from Catholic High Primary, his party really is just a gay orgy in disguise. No females to celebrate with him at his party at all. Which is sad. (I've suddenly realised that my past couple of years of birthdays have been spent with girls. I figure that my birthday should be a man's thing from now on. Only me, guys and beer. No, not like Wesley's.)

And his birthday party was kind of a flop. Considering that the reason why we attended was because we knew no one else would be there otherwise. Which is sad.

I really feel kind of sad for Wesley. Yeah, I know I make fun of him and all and he deserves the apparent lack of friends due to his over mugging, but as a friend I can't help but to feel for him. It's obvious he's trying to make up for the time he lost when he was mugging by inviting so many people to his party, but it just doesn't work that way.

I'm not an ardent believer of Equivalent Exchange, but I do believe that it just isn't the same when you try to make up for time you lost to working. Building bonds isn't about holding one mass event, it's about slowly accumulating experiences together. Obviously, travelling around the Bermuda Triangle (A term I created to make fun of Wesley. The BT consists of Home, School and Tuition Centre) isn't going to help at all in doing so.

Take me and the Tyrants for example. I still remember the first day I was introduced to them by Caleb. I can tell you I don't normally remember events unless they're important to me. It was goddamn obvious that the friendship between them was far past the obligatory friendship level. I was the youngest in the group (and I still am) but no one really cared about that. They didn't give a damn about me until I proved myself to be someone worthy of being part of their group. But once they did accept me, they opened up and so did I. It wasn't easy, but we did it. I know I don't normally talk about things in such a wussy manner, but believe me, I'm already trying my best to put things in the least wussy way.

Right now, I have friends behind me who I can trust my everything with.

Do you?

No, don't answer my question so quickly.

Do you, really?
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Oh yes!

I forgot to talk about my JC!

My first choice was VJC Arts Stream, second was NJC Arts Stream, third was TJC Arts Stream and yes, it’s always the Arts Stream. Unless you want me to have to study in JC, which is rather dumb.

I wanted to put ITE as my last choice for fun but my mother saw it and… Well, yeah, my mother stopped it. :X

There are a couple of problems which VJC, though.

Firstly, I still don’t know how to get there. It’s so farrrrrrrr. I haven’t been there before in my entire life, but I know it’s somewhere near East Coast Park. Everyday after school have class barbeque for dinner. Different people have been telling me different “shortest ways” to get there. And trust me, the “shortest ways” do not seem short at all. Like, I have to go all the way to Changi Airport?! Freak, then what?! Take a plane to VJC? Then there’s the route all the way to Tampines. I shudder to think about how much I would have decomposed by the time I reach VJC. I’ll have to bring my netbook and my DSi everyday.

Secondly, VJC’s motto is NIL SINE LABORE, Latin for Nothing Without Labour. When I read it I went, total bullshit. My future JC’s motto happens to be the contrary to how I’ve been living my life for the past 16.5 years. The only labour I’m willing to put into VJC is taking the bus there and back. They aren’t expecting me to do my homework, are they? :O

Thirdly, nobody else I know is in VJC Arts Stream. Not a single person. How cool is that? I figured I wanted to go to VJC Arts Stream because it was the only top JC without any J2 student whom I knew there. But I never expected there to be nobody, at all, whom I knew there. Like, what the shit? Even my ex graduated from VJC last year. I’m all alone.

Ah, heck. I’m gonna own VJC anyway. Now I need to go continue watching my videos. Bye~

Holy Cow!

Yet another new blog!

Why, you ask? Well, because I didn’t like the name of the old one and I found the skin a little too… fiddly. So yes! New blog.

I reckon my first post ought to be a pillar post, one where I actually talk about something. Anything.

So I thought, what would be better to talk about than my awesome new Tamagotchi? :D

This one is the exact one I bought, same colour, same design.

It’s Tamagotchi Version 6: Music Star

So essentially, the game’s aim is to, while still ensuring your Tama’s survival, groom your Tama to form a band and become an awesome music star!

Tamagotchis have always awed me since I came to know that there was such a thing. A freaking pet which doesn’t require any real care, concern or cost?! (Well, the Tamagotchi wasn’t exactly without cost. Considering I spent $39.90 on it in Metro)

I actually wanted to buy the Color edition of Tamagotchi, but it’s Japan exclusive. Although words in Tamagotchi are few, I’d much prefer them in English, thank you.

I’m still fiddling with my Tamagotchi although my Tama is now asleep. Oh, talking about my Tama, a little disappointment there.

Well, firstly, my Tama is female. Call me a male chauvinist if you like, I want my Tama with a penis! I don’t know why either. It’s just that way.

Secondly, you know how Tama change form when they grow up? Mine grew up from its baby form into child form now. My Tama’s child form is freaking fugly.

YES, MY TAMA IS A GIANT BLOB OF MUCUS.

And considering that my Tamagotchi isn’t the color edition, it’s a blob of colorless mucus. I mean, even the yellow mucus form would look better right?! 

You know what’s bloody worse?

The Tamagotchi website describes her as a star. A freaking star. Aren’t stars supposed to look awesome? Why is my star jelly?

And do you know how the FREAKING HELL you get this cursed creature?

By taking care of it very well.

I got myself the ugliest Tama possible because I took care of its baby form too well. Where is the justice?

Well, if I didn’t take care of the baby form too well, I would have gotten the above Tama! Which looks so much better! At least it has legs and hands and maybe a penis!

So I’m trying to find out what the teenager forms are and strive to achieve the best looking one!

UPDATE!

Apparently, the child forms to teenager forms to adult forms are set. So I can’t do anything to change it anymore. But I don’t sound sad right? Because! The teen form and the adult form looks decent!

YES~

Ah well, my Tama’s now sleeping peacefully and I really have this urge to wake it up by feeding it something so I have something to play with. I like how I can pause the Tamagotchi if I have something urgent to do and stuff. That means I can bring it to school in the future! :D

Oh one sad thing to note. The Tamagotchi package came with a guitar pick with a code behind it which allows me to unlock stuff on the net. I don’t really care about the stuff. But I figure having a Tama pick is about the coolest thing you can have apart from a Japanese export set of the NDSi LL. (Yes, I’m showing off. Sue me.)

But I threw it away. Bah.

Ah, it’s alright. I don’t give a damn anymore. Waiting for my Tamagotchi to wake up at 10 am tomorrow!

And it will be Sim Lim tomorrow with Daniel.