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A short anecdote of what happened today:

The four of us had just bought our movie tickets and was walking around when the international students appeared behind us and started sticking really close to us. Sensing something amiss, we stopped moving and they too halted and started pretending to be considering their options for their next destination all the while flailing their arms around in full gear animation like they were doing Hamlet. We resumed our aimless walk and one by one we split away from the main group. While it was down to just Shuen and I, Shuen turned and walked in another direction and I realised the 3 losers behind decided to pick me as their 'victim'. I walked out of Vivocity and looped back in again and decided to make my way to the bus-stop so I could treat them to some Singapore tropical climate and quality bus exhaust fumes. I found a nice spot to sit down and the 3 realising they have been beaten stood sheepishly for a few seconds before retreating back into the air conditioned comfort of Vivocity.



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Somehow I am just not prepared to embrace the western culture from this perspective but it really struck me as exceedingly childish for people nearing adulthood to act in such a manner. I concede that doing something irritating serves as a form of cheap thrill and excitement to the soul but doing so at the expense of a stranger, whom you would not know how they would respond may somewhat feel inconsiderate. Moreover, acting in a foreign society like it's your own shows a complete lack of cultural unawareness as being absolutely no life.

Well, but it was good after A-levels fun and I was somewhat hoping they had stuck around longer:) MUAHAHAHHA


1 more paper.

All the best to people who take Lit, Bio, Computing, Physics and whatever subject that's not yet over and I missed out:)

It has been a trying week which concluded with the completion of the Mathematics and General Paper subjects as well as a third of Chemistry.

Answers for H2 Maths Paper 1 have already been circulating like a disease via vast networks.

Chemistry proved to be the ultimate test as I bitterly left 1/4 worth of marks unanswered although it's an easy paper and I've been practising so much for it so much so that I've barely even started studying for Econs and Physics yet. It's a crippling defeat (which I think affected my Maths paper 2 today) and I can only hope that I will overcome the fear of the subject and win back the marks for Paper 1 and 2.

Somehow, I still regret choosing Chemistry as a subject and I'm guessing the feelings are pretty much mutual.



And it really sucks to see how many of my friends are stumbling from this first week already.



And there's someone I really want to talk to but you won't know who you are anyway.



Don't topple now people, there's a war to finish.

 Here's called putting things into perspective. The thing known as the transitional paradigm shift, the bipolarity syndrome or otherwise euphoric melancholy.

The subject here being a letter. An orange slightly-greater-than-A4-size envelop with GOVERNMENT plastered all over its pulp-ish interface. Out slips an assuming letter stapled and folded neatly at its halfway marks brandishing a familiar logo.

The recipient has been cordially posted ( note the hint of non-invitation) to Jalan Bahar for his Basic Rescue Training Centre (BRTC) in May2010 to render his invaluable service to the country and the Singapore Civil Defence Force (SCDF) for the next 2 years of his life. Hmm alright, what every worthy male citizen and permanent resident should go through, that's as obligatory as it gets.

BUT WAIT JUST A MINUTE! IS THAT RIGHT? SCDF?! You mean like FIREMEN in big red trucks and PARAMEDICS in well, not so big but still rather sizable ambulances?! This must be a cannibalistic joke, an error, a mutation of the natural course of things.  

With shaky hands, the recipient proceeds to check the name, perhaps searching for a typo, any that could indicate an error would be ideal. None.

He proceeds to smell the paper. If Wolverine can smell things like that, who knows what this pre-enlistee can. None.


Like a subtle and forceless rebellion, his voice drowns with the statistics and fades into the endless database of government intelligence. 


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While it may seem perfectly natural that one would not be given a say as to his posting for national service, it still baffles the individual (for that matter, me) how the odds can be so against him and yet he can still be posted to this service. Before the know-it-all calm and composed zen-ist comment and lecture on how one should not always assume things would go his way and how I would not know that it sucks without even trying, here are my points of argument and concerns:

1. Being a cadet and specialist of the NCC, I'm more familiar with the rank system, trainings and the technicalities of the structure. Being posted to SCDF is like putting fish onto land and with a commanding Darwinian voice holler " EVOLVE! GROW LEGS!". Well it's a little abstract but we all get the idea.

2. My initial plan was to get to OCS and open up my options by perhaps getting a scholarship relating to the army since it is something that I may look to as a future. However, based on research and forums, what I gather is that in SCDF, if you excel in the BRTC, you can proceed to be either in Emergency or firefighting. Highest rank when you get out for ERS is sergeant while firefight would be private. Moreover, a scholarship in SCDF is an unlikely choice for me. Which brings me to my next point.

3. I got a phobia of height and blood. And that pretty much screws up my NS days. One dude on a forum commented "be prepared to see charred up bodies". Oh joy. It's like a total misfit man. Think William Hung in the finals of America/Britain's got talent. 

4. Getting in in May is REALLY REALLY BAD. Like COME ON MAN. Want me serve the civillians like you and me and my dog blue, I'm okay with it seriously except mainly for the points mentioned above. Put me in January lah. Like the earliest you have or something? Ganchiong save lives you know. Why MAY? May is like a total dismay to me. May is bad because I don't want to go in so late. Come out also late. Like CNY got more people drink beer gamble fight get into trouble right. Put me in earlier can help earlier. After midyears everyone studying no time get into trouble right.

5. Okay I got more but I better shut it.I don't want a lawsuit on the eve of my A levels. Anyway, these are perfectly non-politically-incorrect statements and points. 100% no insensitivity included and if it ends up on stomp.sg or anywhere I'm sueing your ass out whoever's responsible. I'm copyrighting this right now. Patent. Intellectual property rights. See?> ©

 

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Anyway, not to sound like an extremist or whatever, here's the counterpoints like how a good GP essay should be.


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While all these point to the fact that I'm really ... well you know, I guess we should all look on the bright side of life. 

With the extra months before freedom is taken away, many things can be done. Get internships, get a job, get a life, get a girlfriend. Because what I have is not 1 month nor 2 months to burn, but 6 freaking months. Also, I would not be bald when I return to take my A level certificate. So let's say my results are really bad, I got enough hair to cry in so no one can see. Because by then I would have grown really really long hair. Moreover, getting a girlfriend then could be really ensure a long and lasting relationship. Besides, the camp's at Boonlay and not Tekong. Since I would probably not be on the field given my 'handicapness', I can sit in the office and day dream all day long. And snag a Nobel Prize while I'm at it. Afterall, Eistein did formulate his theory of relativity in a patent office because he had nothing to do.

Therefore, the above points state that all is not all bad. Okay, that was a colossal junkyard. Go wash your brain if you've read it. Just don't accidentally wash off the stuff for A levels.

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Okay, I just consumed the last hour on this but I guess whatever should be out is out. Including the cynically bad and lousy humour. 
At least for all the unconventional routes and choices I have made thus far in my life, things possibly would not turn out as bad as I currently believe it to be so. So yea, A levels are still priority.

Do leave a comment if you have any or if you are enlisting in the same batch as me or if you got experience to share. You cant fake because I am currently tracking your IP address. No I'm just kidding. Don't know how to do that.


Back to chemistry.


PS I'm so not proofreading this. If there are any grammar or vocabulary mistakes, live with it. 






 

I almost forgot the existence of this platform to vomit my thoughts out onto. Thanks Alicea:)

Much has happened since the last time I input words into this part of cyberspace but then again there really is to much to describe than the fingers care to type. I'm through with common tests and the results returned aptly reflected the amount of effort put in for this little milestone. Slipped and fell into the cauldron of failure but fortunately I'm also through with wellowing in self-pity and self-doubt. Disappointment once again has an the innate ability to spur someone on given the right amount of spark. Someone said that the rest of my life starts from tomorrow or something like that and I guess that's a pretty logical way to look at things. After all, since when was the rest of my life embedded in the remnants of yesterday?

Enough with the academic aspect of life. But then again, JC life's 90% studies and 10% everything else rolled up into one big mess isn't it? Once again the world's gone for another round madcap adventure down some sinister carnival roller coaster ride. From what I gather, H1N1's being a real societal harbinger of unrest bringing with it waves of temperature taking exercises and a couple of deaths already (talk about true blue terrorism, it's these invisible terrors that true being about societal upheavals), MJ's death is still causing quite alotta talk, daylight decided that black was cool for 6min and a couple of seconds, Jarkata's bombed and US President Obama isn't becoming so popular anymore. What a world huh. 

Anyway, Liverpool's coming over to visit VJC tomorrow and some people are really hyped up about it. Mr Chan claims that non-victorians needed tickets to get in to watch. Which really sets me thinking whether some fanatic would really go borrow a set of VJC uniform to sneak into the school just to catch a glimpse. Personally I think I wouldn't enjoy being part of the crowd and getting caught in the potential stampede and sea of bodies. 

I guess there really is no truely second chances for A levels as the first and hopefully last attempted. "This Is It!" really is it. Michael Jackson never got round to fulfilling his and I hope the same does not go for me. 


110 days

 For the umpteenth time running I've failed once again in my miserable attempt to study organic chemistry, or any of the other topics for any other subject for that matter. I'm seriously starting to doubt my suitability and ability to learn in a junior college. Not that I'd be better off anywhere elsewhere either. It's been 3weeks and I've no idea what the hell I've been up to but at this point of time I'm really in such a pathetic state that there exist whole subjects I havnt even laid my hands on. And it's at this juncture that people are going to start thinking I'm bluffing and attempting to hide my closet-mugger identity so that I can laugh in their faces when I do better than them. Frankly I'm through that and already past caring but I guess that's the way the Singapore system define and shape everyone's attitude to be. There's always a standard model to follow to attain success. It's like there's a recipe for everything. It's quite stupid but when you face competition at such epic proportions you just have to go with the flow or get annihilated. 

Okay I have no idea what I'm rambling about but I really have to start studying already. There's really too much at stake and this coming commontests would define whether I'm going to climb out of the grave I've dug myself or condemn myself to loserland for the rest of my life. And I'm part of me is seriously hoping that H1N1 would cause MOE to close school down for a couple of weeks. Well that's a pretty selfish on my part but yea I did mention a part of me wishes that. The other part's a saint and hoping this pandemic would just find another lifeless planet to inhabitat. 

Tomorrow's Father's Day and my family's going to celebrate at night and there's a gathering to welcome back Xiaojun who's been away and going away again soon. I'm torn as to which to go for. Talk about delimma.

One more week. For the first time in my life. please.just.focus.and.hold.on.there. 

It started as a recurring thought.

And then there were the repecussions that follow.

The borrowed ideals lay in the wake of remnants of past, present and future.

Only to dwindle again into the fading beacon.


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It's sort of bitter sweet to think that it's finally all over. It's all been one heck of a ride. And perhaps for the last tim,a big thankyou to all who stood by the past 1 year.

It has long since been forgotten that this blog ever existed. And once again the resonating sound of the dead is met by a feeble attempt to revive its purpose in cyberspace.

The passing of the busiest term ever in JC finally led way to the June Holidays I've been so looking forward to since the start of the year. So much has happened that academic pursuit has been akin to a side dish that can be taken with or without in the face of the numerous servings of main courses. I think I died somewhere between the back to back and overlapping preparations for SYF, Resonance XI, CIC stuff and projects to be wrapped up before handover in between chunks and chunks of match support owing to the fact that the sports groups have done very well his silver juilee year, the fundraising attempt for the school with Jason and Chystal and getting royally screwed by numerous teachers. And regrettedly, some of it just slipped, mostly the academic aspect as the hovering E's finally crumbled into S's.

Yes, mainly it has been hanging by a thread but with that there were the ups, the downs and a truckload of lifelong lessons learnt.

Sometime it's hard to ignore the nagging feeling that you're just being surronded by sanctimonious people. It has been rather disheartening when the unfiltered insensitive words just comes like a curveball at you. The nuances in the behavior and tone in itself already served as a lethal tool to convey the sublimal message. To be treated like I'm seriously damn dumb and clueless has been one of the gist of this term. Frankly it's quite a first for me together with the whole notion of "life-turning-upside-down" thing that came along with the package when i decided to make daily trips to the East slightly more than a year ago. Not that I'm complaining since I could do less with the attention but that coming from teachers is a whole new ball game. And yet once again, I can't cast away the feeling that down here (or everywhere else on this sunny island for that matter), it's academic performance that trumps all thing to determine that thing you call IQ. Personally I think it's so lame like saying classical theory is the way to go for all economies. But yet, the reality still goes to show I've still got a long climb ahead to prove my dime.

On the plus side, several things did actually turn out well despite attaining success not on absolute terms. A silver for SYF did little justice for the efforts we put in but at the end of the day, there was pride in surviving goulish everyday practices that absolutely drained the very essence of life out of me rendering me a brainless zombified well, zombie. I made more friends compared to pre-SYF when I decided to ponteng the practices because there was no one but Tan Bobby to talk to. And the music-idiot me managed to play my horn decently enough credits to all the efforts of Mr Lee, Krystal, Amy etc in beating the right beats into me. ResonanceXI felt a less wholehearted effort as compared to last year (which I even wounded up as posterboy with Clarice) and it was more of the "wth-just-get-it-over-and-done-with" attitude even for the group song. But somehow when we actually did pull it off successfully there exist a tinge of longing for the night of our last performance to last a little longer. Les Amis (finally decided to stop calling ourselves Kawan-kawan) was the icing on the cake and special gratitudes to the other 7 members ( Bobby (YES AGAIN AND AGAIN), Liyun, Dongying, Sharon, Shyan Ann, Clarice and Sinchi) for rocking the stage together. Again, it was especially nice to have the support of my fellow RV dudes to travel all the way from as far as Chao Chu Kang to attend the concert. A big thankyou:) And to Syamil and Minyu too for finally crumbling and purchasing a ticket to attend the "concert they would never imagine themselves attending".

More-Than-Stats day also went ahead with not as much as a hitch as my initial worries were pacified by the though not 1/4 but relatively significant percentage of the Victorians that doned a black tee-shirt on the 19th. Though the in-depth awareness was not truely conveyed, the overall issue did and it would really be good if the project came back bigger and better the next year round if the juniors are willing to take it up again. Though it was not all that pitch perfect, again it's really about the exposure and experiences to be tapped on for the future.

On another CIP note, term2 saw the influx and launches of quite a number of our projects and I guess for unsteady leader I am, it proved to be a decent last attempt to really do something right. And though it had not been a joyride getting so screwed by my teachers, I just hope that more good than bad has come out of it.

Till then, 1 final event Bare-Your-Sole2009 this saturday and it's really all or nothing for my studies. And less Mousehunting on facebook.

Wanted to type a whole pile of s*** to rant but I think I'll just sum it up in a sentence.

I'm already dead on the ground and the worst is yet to be.


The only probable consolation perhaps would be that DHS side has been really helpful in volunteering their services for the pre-events sale this Sunday or else I think the turn-out would be rather below expectations. Many thanks to Lyon:) Sad that she's going to retire already. Or rather already did. And I guess my own still seems so far away, and not before getting screwed in all directions before the swansong. 

 A couple of random updates

The first word that came to my mind as i boarded the 196 after another gruelling day of harmonica practice was a certain four-letter word that is not too pleasant sounding. Firstly the bus only came after a nearly unbearable 30min wait and it was the thought that I would get empty seats on an empty double-decker bus that persuaded me not to take other buses that can give me a detoured route home. Anyway, the upper-deck was infested with a whole gang of people that seemed to have belong to a gang that got on somewhere. The first impression was that I've stepped into the Singapore Association of the Unfriendly. Individuals were hogging double seats, people were sitting and acting like they owned the bus and those few rare available seats didn't look exactly inviting either. Not wanting to move downstairs again, I decided to sit next to this guy in uniform who was like sitting with his legs and feet propped up so high and his back so curved it was almost fully licking the part where the butt should be that I'm almost convinced I'd see him win a GOLD medal for gymnastics for YOG next year. Seriously, how can anyone get any comfort sitting in such an awkward position. Anyway, he didn't seem exactly keen on letting me sit next to him and he only reluctantly moved his bag when I stood there blatantly by the seat for a couple of seconds. Anyway my mood was 100% foul at that moment and I'm sure I'd have smashed his pudgy face with my bare fist if he'd refused to. Ok, ya I'm kind of a violent person when I'm agitated. Anyway yea, that sucky bus-ride made me reach home only now and it's already 2 hours well over practice. Tan Bobby would probably have already bathed, ate, practised his harmonica, watched finish his manga and would be at his study table mugging for University already by now.

Moving on, Commontests results were absolutely disheartening as I've finally done it and flunked my maths which was an extremely EASY paper. Well not that I didn't expect it but it's ironic that I'm in maths remedial now when maths used to be my least fallible subject since primary school and I got murdered when the paper isn't even hard to start with. Well the rest of the results are pretty crappy too and I'm sure I've actually fallen to the bottom 30% or so of the cohort. Well, actually I'm still rather consoled since I really really did not study much for the papers. Anyway what I actually want to talk about is the email that Mrs Foo (science HOD) actually sent to all of us. Never really knew her since she doesn't teaches me or anything except for that one encounter in which she nicely allowed us to borrow her laptop to make that stupid SLV presentation to the JC1s during assembly. 

Well I think it's really heartening that she actually sent such an email to everyone in the level and not only classes she teach. It's no real obligation for her to do so since she's like the science HOD and the arts people might not even know she existed. I didn't too until that encounter mentioned above. Anyway yup it's always nice to get messages like this and I really intend to do well after I settle all these CCA commitments by the end of the term (hopefully). 

Okay time to bathe and switch off the lights for 1 hour. 

 I'm so tired.

Yesterday was VOG and we managed to run 3rd for 4x100, quite a feat considering the 4 of us were all from clubs performing arts and the likes. But no medal. Now I'm lamenting the fact that the 100m is giving me muscle aches all over since it's been I think since the dinosaur ages I last attempted any sprinting. 

Going back to RV for the UG camp was another crappy event as only the 3 of us + Stefan the gay went down to take a look. Compared to last year when the whole bunch of us went back and hijacked the ops room, this year I didn't even want to stay in the ops room for more than 20seconds. The school decided to save electricity and ban the usage of all classrooms with air-conditioning and switch off all the lights in the canteen so we could not find anywhere decent to slack. The camp schedule this year is so terrible and so welfare orientated due to the new system such that all cadets are to get 6hours of healthy slumber without being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night. And PT has been scraped. This is seriously holiday camp man. Nonsense lahh. Well so the few of us decided to step in and set things a little right during bunk check. Tekan-ed my Part C real good this time round but compared to what I did to them 2 years ago I think I was rather benovalent since I've to keep in mind not to get the specs and CLTs in trouble. The gate closed early so I had no choice but to stay overnight in RV and I couldn't get any decent sleep. Left first thing in the morning and took a good long nap upon reaching home. And as much as I'd love to sleep in more I've to practise my horn harmoc before going for practice later. May decide to head back to RV again after that if the rest are going back too.

Workload is piling up once again and academics is still lying rotting and decomposing at the bottom of the pile.

 There were a couple of shows I was so looking forward to watching after my commontests. They would have served to be pretty good motivation for me to endure through the test period with sheer grit and determination. And now that commontests 1 have officially ended with me doing something similar to 4C1 times 30 for my chem MCQ, I realised I've already finished watching all these shows/movies - during the commontests period. In a nutshell, I'm pretty much screwed for commontests this time round. The worst hit came in the form of mathematics. It came under the guise that it was a relatively simple and do-able paper, and then it did turn out to be a relatively simple and do-able paper.Thing is I left nearly half of it blank. I can almost imagine Mr Ho WK flipping in all directions as he chances upon the sea of red that is my maths paper. Damn, the thought itself can set off a chain of nightmares as I play out the fate of burning in the flames of permanent maths remedial. And to think maths had always used to be my trump. Well, chem today was a bummer in itself as I was happily drawing organic compounds when a lvl 16 wild kinetics question popped up from the bushes and ambushed me and my lvl2 knowledge. It used this graph attack which till now I fail to comprehend its beauty and it was was super effective against my noob knowledge rendering me a helpless victim of a 1 hit KO attack. And in case anyone's wondering, I don't play pokemon anymore.

That aside, I guess things turned out pretty decently today and there's VOG tomorrow.  I've been asked to run in the relay and for once I'm absolutely nonchalent towards this cause. In fact, I'm more keen on going back to RV and see how my Part Cs are doing for the March UG camp which commences tomorrow. I'm just hoping the unit's still afloat. 

And then again, more emails to type. 

 I just watched Slumdog Millionaire and I'm actually quite surprised to realise that this multi award winning film was actually adapted from a book entitled "Q&A" last or last last year. Well the movie would have been a pretty neat way to spend a lazy friday afternoon/ evening save for the fact that commontests are just a mere two days away and the assignments and class tests that I received today are pretty grim indicators of how I'd be faring next week. 

Friday was meant to be slacky but somehow I'm feeling a sort of belated revelation regarding my academics development as I sat through the lessons today. This was especially so coupled with the release of the A level results today. Somehow, I constantly feel that I'm just drifting as others around are just going straight away with their academics. I have not peaked or studied at my full potential since my breakthrough for PSLE. Even all the efforts that I have put in for O levels have not made me feel that I have not done my best thus making me accept my miraculously good results quite skeptically. Last year, I've just been hovering about Es all the way and I stuck to the belief that my motivation would come. And right now, I'm guessing my academic capabilities have already leveled off. But while I shall continue to stick to my own philosophy not to study to the point of brainless mugging, I shall quest for an alternative to study both hard and smart. My turbulent start to JC may have maimed my chances of going beyond 11 Academic Units and already given me a C for CL, but I guess what matters would be what happens next from here.

Moving on, the CIC JC1 results were finally released today and this year, there will be 2 guys out of 15 people bringing the percentage to a whopping 0.133333333333333333%. The decision making part was a tough call and I can finally imagine how difficult a position the previous exco was in in choosing the 15 of us. I really hope the decisions we have come to collectively were prudent and that the members chosen are really sincere and capable. Seeing how sincere most of them were during the interviews, I was actually quite hesitant when I posted the results up this morning as I could just imagine how many would be disappointed when they actually check the board and not see their names up their. Comparing the CIC applicants and the SC nominees, I personally thought that those from CIC were of a higher calibre while I thought those running for SC lacked aura and capability in general. Besides the fact that they did extensive campaigning with all the posters and speeches, most failed to impress. And perhaps those that did I'm not allowed to vote anyway. haha. 

Well, till then, I'm mostly hoping that the next two days would prove themselves to be useful to see me throught the following week.

It's so late already and I've just managed to send the email out. One more email to go but I think I'll just send it out tomorrow instead. And one more letter to write ( for Mortal). I've not replied her for more than a week already.

Today finally concludes the end of the interview sessions and I'm pretty much mentally and physically drained from it. Shall not elaborate more on it except that it's already 11.08 and I just more or less got settled down.

Shall attempt to finish up my Chemistry tutorial without attempting to copy by tonight. 

And I'm already 80% asleep.

Like the final act of the mime who attempts to hang himself off an invisble rope and actually succeeds (link: http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/484158 ), there is a blatant display of coexistence between the implicit and explicit. What we perceive as the "is" and the "could be" is but the complex network that is fundamentally termed as chaos. And while order lies within chaos, the perception that order does not exist is a dying fallacy.


Part of my feeble attempt to study for the upcoming commontests actually led to the utter collapse of my willpower with the push of the "on" button of the computer. What remains as residue of this consequential act is the random surfing of websites including the chancing upon of my previous blog ( which appeared to have been deleted but in actual fact only had its web name changed and omg I can almost imagine people trying to google it already. Which shouldn't be too hard I guess) which I had in sec2-3. The style of writing has actually changed so much since I think I was using mostly MSN language. One of the blog posts actually made me smile with the sentence " AND ZHILER CAN'T BARGAIN". That, I remember was the result of how a few of us had tried to buy shirts in bulk at Mt Ophir so that we can get a good discount and that dumb noob actually offered to just shave RM2 off around RM80 of shirts. Which translate to just $1 off $40 worth of clothes in a bargainable market, much to the relish of the shopkeeper who was already making big bucks and the dismal of the few of us. In any case, I think I was pretty childish back then thinking I was damn matured. And back in RV I think I was absolutely "unpollutable" despite being in the company of all the guailan and kaobei people from NCC. And some of the posts there are utterly hilarious and dumb so find it if you can:) This current blog is dull and boring not that I'm getting dull and boring but because .... well ... erm... I've no idea.

And now, into the flames of reality I go as once more I attempt the amazing feat of trying to study.

3 days of interviewing ahead. 

8 days to the first of the commontests.

You only have 24hours a day. Unless you're Tan Bobby Tan.

I managed to scrape a top 100 for X-country at ECP today which was quite a major feat for myself as I've stopped running properly for almost 2years now. Jason was telling me that the top 100 was going to be more or less all from sports and I hereby relish in the triumph of overcoming that despite only running once a week - for PE.  Last year I remember my position was 52nd when I was running as an ACsian at WCP. The position was better than this year's I think not because the people in AC are slower than in VJ but mainly because I've only stopped running for just more than a year. For the record, I'm actually quite surprised that all who clinched the top spots for the guy's category this year are mostly from the JC1 batch. For the girl's side I was really stunned when Adriel or Syamil told me this morning that Grace could actually muster up a 10min for 2.4 and I was really looking forward to her finishing position. She did not disappoint with a whopping 6/7th position (She said 7th but I think she was announced as 6th I think). Really kind of can't see the connection as I can only seriously seriously imagine her to be a charging tank and not a missile (omg she better not see this hahahah). But this is totally cool man. And I also had absolutely no idea that Josephine (fellow OGL) could run so fast too. I think I must have knocked myself out when I saw the top few coming in because I thought there would be no one there I knew other than Eloise. For the guy's side I only knew Macus from the top 20. Andrew beat me by 5 positions and I think Syamil's eyes grew so wide they nearly popped out when I mentioned that to him. Then during the "lucky draw" where there was a drought for 2digits numbers to be called out. It finally came out when the second last price was to be given. And the prize was a Jean Yip voucher.

"It's from the guy's category"

Whatever.

"Oh, it's a 2-digit"

Wahh like finally lahh. But call me also no use, I don't intend to go Jean Yip and I don't think my family wants it. Don't call me.

"It starts with an 8"

WTF OMG DON'T FREAKING CALL ME. 

"And it goes to eighty- TWO"

WAHHH HENG AHHH. ehh isn't that Andrew?!?!?! EH OMG. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.





Yup. So that basically sums up cross country today. Did not really exert myself so I should not be expecting any sores and aches on my body tomorrow. Especially since there is Health Mapping again tomorrow.

On another note, my little sister also had her cross-country today at Bedok Resevoir and I'm so proud of her:) She came back with a 6th position trophy. So happy for her. And to think she spends most of her time watchin stupid drama serials on her computer and whines and whines about Hockey trainings and devises all sorts of lame ways to ponteng them. But yay, it goes to show running genes run in the family.

Ok so now I'm going out again to meet Shuen after sleeping for 2 hours and waking up to do this post.

Getting emo is an absolute waste of time. That's why it's always good to hover between the states of nonchalence( if this word even exists) and moodlessness. Extreme emotions are dangerous too. 

The above statement is actually a very bad breed of incoherence and non-logic.

Today was meant to be a good day with the official completion of SPA Skill A(only) for both Chem and Phy and the formation of the G(4+1) which was disbanded as quickly as it started. In commemoration of its anniversary ( both formation and death), G4 had a field trip down at SMU with its journey marred with noisy chattering school kids on an overcrammed bus 36 and really bad traffic. The fault of such a misadventure resting solely on an overpriced ice-cream that needed protection from the silent raindrops. Sentosa recce was also postponed due to bad weather thus I actually crashed into the SMU auditorium depriving someone from another JC of a nice cosy seat. The field trip ended with a lousy detour to Fort Canning Park which ended as quickly as it started.

With the upcoming X-country in just another less than 12hours, this year I've decided to place myself on the sidelines and not bother to try to get top 100 or anything. Afterall, like any capital investment, depreciation has already started to shed its ugly effects and I am just simply thankful I'm still not yet a couch potato. 

And isn't it just true that we all sometimes just wish that some words can be unspoken, unwritten, unlearnt and many other deeds undone?

 I can finally tick a couple of things off my to-do list.

Just about a zillion more pressing matters  to clear and settle.

All the way boy.

Note to self: next time round, don't take on so much, matters tend to haunt you this way. And once they start, they don't believe in stopping.

 OG BBQ yesterday was a really good break from the break-neck string of activities in the past week. It was thus absolutely unfortunate that I had to wait from 12.40pm to about 4.30pm doing absolutely nothing constructive before meeting the rest of Aldiox. As yesterday was Valentine's Day celebrations, I hanged around at the canteen for awhile listening to some of the live performances and dedications before feeling bored and headed over to the concourse where Henrietta and the rest were doing the OCIP collage and the collage looked really nice except for the fact that it was abit small compared to the one the seniors did last year. Fooled around with the recently tuned piano playing the ONLY song I could play and I got so bored soon enough that I headed down to the performance theatre to catch the piano concert with Kang An and at the same time seek some refuge from the enervating heat. The turn-out at the PT turned out not to be that great but that only meant a luxury of seats for us and my big and bulky bag. Leongying SMSed me and refused to budge from the Igloo claiming she was too lazy to move and I really wonder how she managed to survive the walk from the school busstop to the Igloo in the first place while Bolong went MIA after I told him I was in the PT forgetting to mention that PT stood for performance theatre and not physical training. After a gruelling 4 hours of utter unproductivity, 4.30 finally came and I met up with Leongying, Bolong, Gerald, Thinesh and Jazz in school as the rest of the J1s decided that they were sporty people and had trainings. BBQ at ECP was not really BBQ as we did not really eat much as we were all playing stress and screaming about for the first part of it and Ciyi and Yuwen also joined in the fun. I managed to beat Gerald the defending champion despite that being the first time I was playing stress which Ciyi so relishingly teased me about being an easy target. And I beat that little house-comm-er-CIC-scout  too:)

As there was a shortage of drinks, the group of us headed over to 7-11 and it was halfway through that I realised I forgot to bring my wallet along. After the drink we rented bikes and I got a double bike because I was cheapskate after buying so many V-day gifts and doubled with Olivia. The stupid thing was I was an absolute newbie and road hazard where cycling is concerned and I was sitting I was the front sitter. I think Olivia was absolutely traumatised as I swerved left and right on the road but well, we survived. But cycling a double seemed easier as compared to a normal bicycle. Maybe this is attributed to the psychological fact that if you were to crash and fall and whatever, you're bringing someone down with you. Now that sounded really evil. Haha.

Anyway now that fun and games are finally over, it's time to put my hands on the steering gear again and get back on to the road. There are a billion things to be done and I really need to find that balance and breakthrough again so that I wouldn't officially screw my JC2 life as I did with my JC1 life as too much time was spent thinking and not putting things into action. And to be as specific and vague at the same time, I really need to do something with whatever time that remains and to really not let whatever little confidence people have in me dwindle and fade into absolute oblivion. Time is running short but I don't intend to run out of it just yet.

And lastly, what Haoyuan mentioned today really struck me across as true. The JC1 batch in VJ this year really significantly seem to have more muggers then their predescessors.