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Saturday, June 28, 2008
#21: SPONGEBOB TAKES OVER THE WORLD!
Today was yet another day spent with the frisbee people. They are the only people whom I would take a train down to Bishan willingly just to spend time with, honestly. I love my CCA very much.

So the bunch of us went to Joshua's house, which was quite splendid, by the way. When I grow up, I'm going to grow rich and have a house like that, except it would be double the size, have 2 bubble lifts, a gigantic pool and a large field for my pet tigers to roam around in. I would also have 5 maids - 2 under me, 2 under my very rich husband and 1 woman that I bought from vietnam to massage my feet. (Am kidding about the vietnamese woman, please do not sue me.)

I always go off tangents.

We watched 300 and spongebob squarepants and random youtube videos on Josh's lovely TV while some played pool on the roof, topless. The mundaneness of this post is unable to fully capture the fun I had, because I am tired, and words can only bring you thus far.


I thought it'd be artistic to take the picture lopsided but....apparently not.

I've always had a good relationship with my CCA. First RGSquash and now Ultimate. Well, they are both different and unique in different ways, but they are both irreplaceable. For one, batch007 was a group of people that grew throughout the 4 years. From a 12-strong team, we dwindled to 7 people standing, but quality beats quantity anytime. It seemed that with RGSquash, they were really the kind of people that you could have fun with (not that Ultimate can't, but it's different) and also talk about intimate stuff to. That was and still is irreplaceable.
Ultimate consists of LOTS of weird people with different personalities and weird penchants (choonhiang, who holds a fork to his eye and says, " YOU'RE IN JAIL") which makes hanging out with them much fun! Well they're both different, but they're what I treasure most.

K I know this is a little out of character because I don't usually explicitly express my appreciation for things, so please appreciate it before it's gone.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 10:51 PM

#20: HALLELUJAH!
So yesterday was the Climatic End of the Common Tests, which ended with jubilant cheers from everyone in the ISH. After all, the Bio-taking people end last, and our joy was much-awaited.

It didn't quite sink in until half an hour later, when my joy and excitement at the prospect of NOT having to study all the time was expressed through sporadic shrieks and shouts to the dismay of leeqi and hannah, who had to put up with it all afternoon. What can I say, I express myself in unique ways.

The late morning was spent watching them train, for my wound has not yet completely healed, and it would probably not be very wise to engage in vigorous exercise before that. But the afternoon was spent with HANNAH BANANA, who very nicely followed me back to RGS to collect my O level certificate after a few months of procrastinating. Met the juniors at the squash courts unexpectedly, but it was quite cool seeing them all again, they've grown so much! Very amazing how much they've improved.

After that, we went prancing around Orchard after a LONG time of settling for Junction 8 which is quite pathetic in every aspect. And we ended up at Borders - every Rafflesian's haven - and indeed we met quite a few Rafflesians there, but they were engaged in more intellectual pursuits while we read baby books like "THE PIGEON WHO WANTED A PUPPY" and basically BASKING in the luxury of post-CT freedom
.
Like laughing at the extensive range of Weekian-products available.


And reading funny cards!

But there's one thing that post-CTs brings that is not pleasant..


Decluttering.




the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 11:32 AM

Wednesday, June 25, 2008
#19: M^4
My wrath shall be sublimated in to this ONE picture.



Indeed, a picture speaks a thousand angry, hateful words.




the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 7:59 PM

Tuesday, June 24, 2008
#18: Off Come the Stitches!
So today I took a trip back down to the hospital to get my stitches removed. Can't say I wasn't afraid, for  having pieces of thread slowly pulled out from within your skin is not a particularly relaxing affair. But then again, nothing could have been more harrowing than having your above-eye-area split down to the bone, and so I face it with aplomb!

First I had to lie down on a surgical table, while the assistant played soothing music. That sort of frightened me a little actually. It was like a subliminal message that they had to CALM YOU DOWN before attacking your wounds with brute force while you are caught unaware.

But it was alright. Nothing particularly exciting or bloody about it, you'd be glad to know (or otherwise?) and it took a grand total of 5 minutes for the surgeon to use a pair of scissors to cut the threads and pull them out of my face.

That cost the school another $200. Damn, now I REALLY want to be a plastic surgeon.

And so now my wound has progressed from looking like a pirate's gash to looking like pink and raw sashimi (according to captain's very wild and vivid imagination, and his innate ability to relate morbid scenarios into something palatable). And I will no longer have to tolerate comments enquiring the reason for my choice of blue threads for my stitches and thinking of repartees to refute their very unnecessary question. Disclaimer: I DID NOT CHOOSE THE THREADS.

Now back to tiding over this awful periods with exams interspersed between off-days.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 12:18 PM

Monday, June 23, 2008
#17: 1 down, 3 to go.
And so Econs was the disaster that had to happen. Far off in a corner of an imaginary world, my h3 econs dream withers like a large smelly Rafflesia flower.

Once again the forces of evil collude to make my life as miserable as it possibly can be. 

Disaster #1: My handphone is with me.. when it ought to be in my locker, along with all the unnecessary items.

Disaster #2: I leave my pencil case in my locker, along with all the unnecessary items. Thank goodness for good classmates who offer to lend me stationary to tide me over the heinously long economics paper, during which my grave was dug and eulogies said. Yes, R.I.P. me.

Disaster #3: I receive the paper and stare blankly at it, while deep in the recesses of my brain, I desperately will the synapses of my neurons to FUNCTION and produce a reasonably cogent answer.

Disaster #4: There is no break between the papers. 

Disaster #5: Everything I studied didn't get tested. Honestly.


I am going to bemoan the death of my economics grade now. 

p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUHWAI! HERE'S TO MANY MORE AWESOME FRISBEE TRAININGS.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 6:06 PM

#16: The Day has Come
I have an Economics CT in 2 hours and I'm blogging. Awesome.

Very ironic that the day I wake up latest is the day of my CT.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 9:23 AM

Sunday, June 22, 2008
#15: Frankenstein awakes
I get awakened by my sister, who is yelling like a banshee, who has a headache. I am unable to sleep any more, and proceed to do some math.

I think my life adequately epitomizes the chinese idiom 祸不单行, loosely translated to be misfortunes don't occur singly. First, my sister gets  a cut on her chin, and requires stitches, then right after nearly being knocked down by a car, I get a gash on my face and require stitches. And now, my other sister has a headache. My life is full of drama, honestly.

However, I think my eye is getting slightly better. The swell is going down and i can feel my double eyelids coming back. I will no longer look like a Mongolian with single eyelids and a sullen face.

The minutes tick away, and we are brought closer to The Great Apocalypse. Good luck everyone, try not to die.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 4:33 PM

Saturday, June 21, 2008
#14: The Convalescence
Day 2 of living without a face:

I wake up in the morning and realise that my eye CANNOT BE OPENED properly and my above-eye-area has swollen to the size of mini-golf-balls. Damn, I think, it wasn't a dream after all.

But! I will be thankful for the little graces in life, for the situation could be very much worse and I ought to count my blessing, not my misfortunes (although truthfully my misfortunes outnumber any blessings). Please God, just let me make it to ONE dean's list.

Blessing #1: I could have been taller and my eye could have been injured instead. See Zhefei? Being short is not that bad after all. (Though I am soon catching up with your 1cm height advantage)

Blessing #2: I could have to pay the surgery fee, but thank God for insurance.

Blessing #3: I have lovely CCA-mates who really come through in times like these.

Blessing #4: It wasn't anyone else who got injured (except for towkay) and they ought to count their blessings too.

And because I'm in a list-making mood, here's what I've learnt from The Big Bang:

#1: Always have a nice pair of spectacles (which in this case, I do not), because there're bound to be times like these where you're forced to wear them to school due to the fact that one of your eyelids is awfully enlarged and you are unable to shove pieces of plastic into your eye.

#2: Never underestimate the impact of a collision. We are not ideal gases.

#3: Maintain good relations with doctors so that they will try not to exacerbate your pain.

#4: Always look out for other people even when you're trying hard to grab a frisbee in mid-air.

#5: If warm liquid flows down your face, yep, that's blood.

I think I went slightly mad yesterday though. I vaguely remember Ms Pang asking me if it hurt, and I answered with a "it's mildly cathartic".

What the hell was I thinking.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 9:02 PM

Friday, June 20, 2008
#13: The Big Bang
Wow. Today was quite a day. Today, all the cosmic forces of the universe engage in a conspiracy to plough me into the depths of agony.

I wake up multiple times in the night, each time thinking of getting up to study but dismissing it due to fatigue each time. And so I finally wake up at 6.45am, secretly hoping that it would rain so that training would be cancelled (I was tired).

I trudge despondingly to school and play frisbee from 8-10, nearly missed getting knocked down by a car on the way in to school, and then the Big Bang happens. Zk throws a frisbee and I try my hardest to FINALLY catch something after a major bout of awful plays and guess what? I collide Head-on with towkay. This was not a perfectly elastic collision, by the way, we exerted extremely significant forces on each other, which result in some very disastrous results.

All I saw was towkay's glasses flying off on the field and then him groaning in pain and then blood flowing down his chin. The next thing I knew, warm blood was flowing down my face into my shirt.
 I try to find the origin of the blood, and the next thing I know, someone around me was screaming by the colossal volumes of blood trickling onto the grass. This was the first time I've seen
 genuine looks of horror on boys who normally watch Saw because of it's gory nature. That's because this time it's real, guys.

Nick throws a towel in my face and instructs me to KEEP IT THERE to stop the bleeding which was when I establish just how much blood I was losing. By the end of the epic collision, Zhefei's towel was soaked in my blood and had to be thrown away, in much disgust I believe.

The whole incident was rather hazy, and we were rushed from place to place for treatment. First to the PE Department where the teachers quickly cover up our wounds, which were gaping, by the way. When I went to remove my contact lens, I looked in the mirror and voila, I could see my skull. Except I didn't know it was my skull until the 
plastic surgeon that operated on me (don't judge me) told me that the skin, fats and muscle on my wound had been split apart by the impact of the collision. Eww, I know.

The whole surgery was quite fun, actually. He jabs my eye with local anesthesia, which by the way is an awesome discovery, and proceeds to sew up my torn muscles, facial fats and skin in order. I emerge from the operating theatre slightly hazed and looking like I have 3 eyebrows. I am a freak. The operation which took about 40 minutes cost the school $1837.19. I am so going to be a plastic surgeon.




I return to school to resume mugging and show my battle scar to many who gape in horror at the stitches on my face. 

And we fastforward to now, when there is a dull throbbing pain in my temple and bathing is a hassle. I'm going to keep relatively perspiration-free for this whole period. Now how dare you say frisbee's not hardcore.




the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 9:28 PM

Wednesday, June 18, 2008
#12: Phosphoglyceraldehyde!
And thus the mugging regime continues. Quite riveting the way you get to search of new and fun locations to study in school, especially after the library closes.

Today was spent trying to differentiate photosynthesis and respiration and the countless molecules involved in both processes and basically busying myself with silly mundane things that nevertheless have to be done.

Behold, my masterpiece.

















the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 11:07 PM

#11: In which I am running out of titles for my blog post.
So, this is when the Law of Diminishing Returns sets in, when I am far too engrossed in other people's affairs to be managing my blog and typing regular blog posts.

These 2 days have been nothing short of harrowing, during which I spent awfully long periods of time cooped up in the school library desperately cramming information about biological molecules into my soon-to-be-saturated mind, save for the occasional toilet breaks and the sporadic moments when something distracts me.

Studying in school could be an oddly enjoyable pastime that I probably should adopt in the days to come, especially when the school library is furnished with large, clean tables for you to flippantly spread your piles of notes on and the air conditioner is of optimal temperature (unlike the tutorial rooms where you feel like you're in Alaska and you can do NOTHING about it). The whole ambience just makes you feel smarter and motivates you to work harder, somehow. I figure that's probably why I've been seeing the same people at the exact same positions in the library.

So yes, this just about sums up my not-so-exciting life in the duration of Operation CTCT after which I will emerge unscathed and 2457204756015 times more interesting.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 12:17 AM

Monday, June 16, 2008
#10: 8 days
The procrastinator in me has surfaced yet again. I've spent the entire day watching Will and Grace and all I've learnt today is how to insult people with funny gay puns, completing neglecting the need to study for the impending CTs.

However, I have come to love Chemistry a lot! It suddenly occurred to me that the Chemistry department in RG just didn't appeal to me, fueling my lack of aptitude in the subject but RJ is tons better and chemistry is now quite enjoyable. Especially since the lab benches aren't splashed full of acid or stained with Thiosulphate or smell terrible thereby rendering it incapable of being slept on. Also, we are not forced to wear ugly disgusting oily lab goggles. That helps.

Twas yet another boring day at home.



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Friday, June 13, 2008
#9: FUSSPOT
Today started mundane, but turned out to be quite an eventful day after all.

Training in the morning was as usual - people running their guts out while I sit sedentary in the shade of the building studying the properties of various molecules wishing that I could be out there running my guts out as well. I am growing fat, and I need exercise.

After training though, we went off for lunch and then to the highly-anticipated (to me, anyway) IT fair, which turned out to be a letdown after all. So this is an outline of how the very disappointing fair went:

- Leeqi and I go round the hall collecting various brochures for laptops, declining every offer to explain the details to us. Having worked there myself, I know they only smoke you into buying things, and I refused to be conned.

- I scour the place looking for an attractive laptop case, only to realize that -- there are NONE.

- I stop to look at earphones, only to realize that they were phony (ooh phony earphones, I am punny) and the salesperson was trying to smoke me into buying them. NOT YOUR LUCKY DAY DUDE, this is how the conversation went:

Salesperson: These are original larh, they took the original and go and make, so is original like apple one.
(I look at the price. 1 for $6, 2 for $10. I wasn't born yesterday.)
Me: No, they're not.
Salesperson: Really original.
(At this point I examine the earphones and conclude that they are indeed different from the original.)
Me: (scoffs) No, they're not!

- I walk around the fair and subsequently Funan Centre for more than 6 hours, and all I purchased was one USB Card Reader.

And this is what I conclude: I am fickle.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 9:54 PM

#8: WHAT?
I am inclined to believe that SPH is rigged full of Raffles- hating people that enjoy publicizing our defeat on national newspaper. 

YOU WILL NEVER GET US DOWN.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 2:21 AM

Thursday, June 12, 2008
#7: Operation CTCT
And so, this is how I spent my lovely Wednesday: discovering and appreciating the joys of  differentiating logarithmic equations and Stoichiometry in which mole ratios are heaven sent all while hiding in the school library sneaking sweets to keep myself from twirling off into torpidity. Honestly when you're studying it's just like suffering from narcolepsy and having regular urges to drift off into another world in which nobody cares about Iodine-Thiosulphate reactions.

Yet there were a fair number of people insane enough to join me in my quest to Conquer The CTs (which I henceforth refer to endearingly as Operation CTCT) with glorious amounts of worksheets unkemptly strewn across the library tables amid fervent attempts to make up for all the naps we took in tutorials. That'll teach us.

The entire day was spent in a strange trance, screaming incoherent words ("FRICKANEHNEH, FRICKANEHNEH") while furiously scribbling equations 'and staring blankly into, well, blank space. I can barely wait till this is all over. 

Operation CTCT is one that fills you with all sorts of emotions all at one time which culminates into one very very unbalanced person. Euphoria from FINALLY differentiating something right, frustration from not being able to comprehend the chain rule and not being able to read one's own writing (guilty), anger when you spend an hour trying to solve ONE question in utter disbelief that you're TRAGICALLY STUCK and then realizing that THERE HAS BEEN A TYPING ERROR IN THE QUESTION (@$&%^! that actually happened to me) and finally, satisfaction at a job well done (which in my case is awfully rare).

Now, back to my graphs.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 1:30 PM

Wednesday, June 11, 2008
#6: A HOT MESS.
It is official. I am living in a pigsty.

I just spent 7 whole minutes searching for my Ipod and panicking over its loss and I even traced my footsteps to a week ago, only to realize that it was buried in a gigantic pile of files, papers and random math books on my study table.

Whatever am I going to do?



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 2:53 AM

#5: Happy 54th Passion Day!
HAPPY 54TH PASSION DAY 209'05! (yes we are that cool, okay)


































Nothing beats us, and I love you guys <3!




the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 2:05 AM

Tuesday, June 10, 2008
#4: Temporary respite from APs and GPs
My back is putting me in tremendous discomfort. For the uninformed, I sprained/pulled/something my back muscle, and as a result, my daily activities have been reduced to those that do not require any movement of the back, thereby ensuring that a previously trivial activity such as wearing shorts is sufficiently painful to ensue a tiny scream.

I'd like to attribute my very dismal situation to the countless hours I spent sitting vigil in a tour bus with less than desirable legroom trying to make myself comfortable. At this point in time, I'd also like the shift the blame to the petulant child seated behind me on the plane (Korean National Airline, not impressive) who demanded that i straighten my chair to accommodate his eating times (I know, I am just being unreasonable, but YOU TRY) and exhibit signs of ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.. I am not making this up) by generating movement large enough to keep my chair vibrating for 6 hours straight. Trust me, it was not a pretty sight. I think children like that ought to be put on tranquilizers and made to sleep for the welfare of the other passengers on board. 

But I digress! My trip to the physician in a futile bid to alleviate the pain ended up in increased pain over the past day. Her massage, which was very violating I must add, is making me ache in places I never knew had muscles and that is probably a very valid reason as to my lack of productivity.

Or so I'd like to believe.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 2:15 PM

#3: In which I am STILL evading math
I am highly delusional. Am currently under the impression that there is sufficient time to finish my copious amounts of revision and re-learning (especially for math) to do. As such, I have spent my morning half-heartedly doing math while being infinitely more interested in listening to music and installing playlists on my blog. This whole blog business is time-consuming indeed.

And I apologize if you're like me, and hate going to blogs which blast music that interrupt your own music but I'd like to think that my taste in music is rather impeccable, hence the playlist stays and if you're not happy about it, you can always pause it.

My mugging regime, despite being rigorous and well-planned is falling to nought due to my simple inability and lack of discipline to stick to it 100%. But soon, soon, i shall vanquish all instance of unproductiveness and conquer the heights of Econs, Math, Chemistry and Biology and not forgetting PW (by the way if you are free enough to read my blog, you are probably free enough to do this, so please help me, thankyouverymuch. p.s. please put yes for the first question kthnx) And I will remain alive and very much sane! Of course, all this will come at a price: My social life (what's left of it) will fall to shambles and my brain will be saturated with bounties of information that I shall lose all sense of humour and love of fun. That would only be worth it if the cosmic forces of the universe work in my favour and I somehow manage to smoke my way onto the Dean's list. However, I am not THAT delusional and the chances of that happening (and I am fully aware) are just about as rare as Hoang The The Gia taking a bath. Marginal Cost outweighs Marginal Benefit, and being a rational person, it's never going to materialize. But it never hurts to aim high.


Alright, I'm going to go attempt to salvage my atrophying brain.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 5:09 AM

Monday, June 9, 2008
#2: In which I abandon my pursuit of Math (temporarily)
All I can say is, I'm not feeling fierce right now. Graphs are driving me crazy I can never remember which way to stretch them. In my opinion, it barely matters but apparently MOE regards it as an essential lifeskill which I have to master, so I will trudge on in my academic pursuit with aplomb! Tomorrow (:

The prolonged periods of time during which I attempt to cram 24507862735 gb of information into my brain and hope that it stays sedentary often translates into my mind going off on tangents and thinking about things completely unrelated to work. And it is also a delightful time of discovery for me as well. Here are my shocking realizations:

1. I am immensely weird. I simply cannot wash only one hand, it throws me off balance and I lose my entire centre of being.

2. I wash my hands up to my elbows. If i suddenly find that my elbows are not wet, I return to the sink to splash water on them. This also means that the PUB bill is largely contributed by my eccentricity.

3. My nervous system works like a vending machine, you have to slot in candies from time to time in order for my brain to properly function.

Wow, I wonder what kind of genes i have inherited from my parents. Whatever they are, they are very strange indeed.

I also realize that I tend to overutilize my blog at the beginning, and also at the most inappropriate times (e.g. NOW) when there are more important things niggling at the back of my mind. In time to come I will sorely regret squandering my time like that.

It is scary the way I'm not caring.



the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 12:53 PM

#1: The Dawn of Consciousness
All hail! I've finally decided to get a new blog because I figure that my GP could do with a little improving (30/50 for essay is not looking good) and I'm supposed to be studying so any distractions are quite welcome. I also realized that wordpress is the cause of my tendency to escalate blog posts to the height of formality because of it's excruciatingly boring layout. As such, I have moved back to blogger despite its copious glitches and its apparent lack of compatibility with my computer.

I initially intended for the blog to be a mark of my growth, but so far I've not seen anything happen, so I shall just treat it like a pastime and ranting ground. And this time I will be careful not to tread on others' toes and write ostensibly politically correct things. 

Ah who am I kidding ;)



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