Hmm,

theres something wrong with the webpage. anyway.
Okay, IOC was a relaspe of my stammering and stuttering self.
So it was 'f-f-f-f-futlity of m-m-m-man, p-p-p-ersona....g-g-g-good f-f-f-f'
yup, well well. so much about being confident.

anyway, other than studying, I can finally begin reading again!
yes yes yes!

its quite a while since I posted much, with all hectic schedules of FOA and IOC.
FOA was brilliant. unexpectedly.

though, I haven't got that feeling that I left Choir, yet.
I wonder if its good or bad.


tired tired. some other time.

I should be Studying

well, i assert and confirm that i am unable to work if i don't get at least 6 hours of sleep.

today was a killer.
the halabalu on the stage spoke for itself.
and that drained my day. gosh

anyhow, why did i sleep late then? study? ioc? NO. i was reading national geographic. OH THE VICE. Keep me from going MADDD. haha.

its fairly interesting, and well, its well worth my time.

something i didn't know was that jaguars aren't endangered...yet. Well, i kinda got the notion that all spotted creatures are endangered.

but if that is so, we may be losing a particular female education institution. nothing intended!

and how bluewhales congregate at the Costa Rican Dome, this area where there are many krills.

well, so much for that.

not gonna help me unless i plan to grow up and be Tarzan or something.



'jet jet jet of the jungle dumb as you can be! oh e oh e oh e oh!!!!! watch out for ib!'

ooooh. bad joke

Oh, that loser

you know how people get so proud when they see their own mark printed as the 'maximum mark' in the level?

well, have you ever wondered about the loser that sees their own mark printed as the 'minimum mark' in the level?

well, meet the loser.

sighss

I didn't get 7 for Biology

they always say, the title says it all.
my only 7.
judging by the rest of the subjects,
i am probably gonna get a.. nice pretty letter to PTM.

darn.

Sad Spec Story

oh yes, i forgot to mention the tragedy amongst the tragedies of Shakespeare.
so before anybody thinks that jet got into the great singapore sale and decide to splurge on the authumn collection, i state this disclaimer.
my spectacles gave way.

oh yes haha, you people (if any) probably are going to say, oh jet you study so much that your spectacles broke. hoho.haha.heehee. well, the physics claims the opposite.
my hypothesis is that always, and ALWAYS after feeling exasperated i would take off my spectacles and exert great force to fling it onto my table and go to bed.

so after a rumble thy belly full of lunch on saturday, plus a dose of uncooperative Hedda, the equation was formed. F = ma where F is the force required to break my spectacles and mass is something which i dont know and acceleration would be a coefficient times 9.8m/s squared.

so well, before i am able to regain clear sight, i have to put up with a pair of lopsided, dorky and inaccurate degree-ed pair of spectacles.

whoopee.

So tell me, what should I speak?

its been somewhat of a fruitful weekend.
well, my plans were elaborate i tell you, and i hoped to do so much of.
..work
well, essentially, it didn't fail, i spent the entire of friday watching King Lear and have to assert that I am not putting myself through that again. Well yes, it is a literature in jewel but jet is far short of reaping thy wisdom from thy play. you get what i mean. and well, one of the greatest takeaways is that the woman acting Goneril, dresses too seductively, and reveals too much of her ______ ( the dirtiest word in cytokinesis minus the 'furrow')

well, apparently and truth to it is that my world lit is trash. well, so saturday was spent re-reading Hedda and Julie and well, that took my entire day. Bible study was the event of the weekend or even the week. It was very much enjoyable and enriching. Not very much I can say, but it would be a pity when everybody starts leaving for everywhere.

well, back on track in studying, i find that i am still very tired. firstly, the last week's night all eneded at 10pm where i just died in bed and did nothing other than Choir.

uhohohohohohohohoh

Hair

well, exams are finally gone. i am quite surprised people do follow this pathetic space. haha.
anyway, exams were awful for myself. many careless mistakes, so on and so forth, so i doubt i did do well for the exams this time round.

its pretty bad in a way that it is my last year and i kinda pushed harder for olevels then i did for ib.

anyhow, hair, yes HAIR. well, you know how people develop white hair when they are stressed. Apparently, i don't but i suffer MASSIVE hair loss. my books, my table, the room's floor will carry that thin keratin structure that used to be flourishing in my depleting follicles.

i don't suppose i'm balding. haha, but later on in life, we'll see. hahaha.

i have temporary give rest to salman rushdie's jewel for sir arthur conan doyle's familiar holmes. Yes, I do know I have to go sail down the Missisippi River(did i get that right?), trudge down to Barrytown and enjoy a sensual bath by the river, but Sherlock and Watson got the better of me. As for Midnight's Children, it started getting fuzzy and all, so I gave it a break. Its a literature gem, I can see it as it is, but considering my poor analytical skills, I merely identify it as 'chim' but no way can i understand the 'chimology'

so yes, with term 3's final ia showdowns and ioc plus foa. its going to be hectic.

it comes to a point where you ponder what are you doing all this for right? but like what ambrose reminded me, we do all this so that 10 years down the road, he can drive his ferrari to my mansion. ;) with cherry blossoms and an english-speaking japanese wife.

cheerios readers! if any that is. hahahahaha

Sin

there's too much sin in my life.
oh gosh, the temptations.
AHHH!

fight fight fight fight FIGHT YOUUUU!

Brief Grief

i don't think i will ever forget the picture perfect moment:
i walked into the keyboard lab the day after the SYF,
nothing was touched and everytime was left as it were,
jackets strewn, spots of honey, scores on the risers, hangers.
well, it felt fuzzy.
and literally, my footsteps echoed the empty room,
the room which is now void of the unison laughter and sound of 45 choristers,
no longer could i listen to those 45 voices together, ever again.

its, just, painful.

SYF

and like every drip of water, it trickled away. beautiful sadness.

(thank you peter for the photo)

Disgusting, Revolting, Sad; Politics

surmounting problems.
its disgusting,
I am more affected by this then my studies.

To me, life is simple.
Live the way I want to live.
Is it that hard?
Judgemental, something I am guilty for but entirely judgemental and vindictive?

I need a break.
Some part of me want to revert to the lifestyle of study, run, swim and cycle.

I don't like it at all.
Its like a child's tantrum,
like why can't this be this way? isn't it so simple.

as I said, for now,
I'd rather hang out with my class,
the choirs' exco crowd,
my secondary school mates,
the cf/fireAC people,
specific friends like douggie.
essentially everyone,
except,
.
you people think its so easy?
why not you try? thinking you can do a better job?
I am blowing up.
at least its the end of my term.
bullshit.

"Sit", "Listen"


and that was the longest conversation since a long time.

Gold, YES!

whoopee! for secondary choir!
it was an amazing day, I must say.
Taking into consideration Lee Suan Yew Speaker of the Year, I didn't miss ANY lessons.
The first hour of school was spent watching King Lear,
the other hour was an economics video.

a wonderful experience indeed, THOUGH,
it has been a habit probably to expect discipline so well, much scolding occured.
the boys' voices were angelic on stage,
unlike certain SATB choirs which was STILL loaded with Testosterone.

Left with Yun min for lunch at Sushi Tei,
Saw Wei Su! Gosh, what a coincidence and JOKE. HAHA.
Bought a pink CHOCOLATE bar for our dear conductor.
yes and found out time lost buying resulted him in leaving us behind.

so we had an interesting time finding ourselves through One Fullerton to sit a bus back,
well, what was memorable was that finally something good came out from my mouth
when we decided to sing the first page of 'My Love Dwelt in a Northern Land'

Plodded back for Choir, and all was the same,
besides the bustle of getting the results for their SYF.
ah wells,
life goes on.
IB Choir is ...stressed.

Friends

How lucky I am.
I am so privileged and by the Grace of God to meet them all,

You know, a hasty generalisation but yes, people usually search for 'cool' people to hang out with
the sport bunch,
the attractive,
the funny people,
the flamboyant,
the drama mama's,
the 'come-look-at-me-i-am-a-jerk' gang

and being clouded by this superficial smokescreen, they neglect the,
caring,
nice,
helpful,
(possibly every single name of the 'Care Bears')
well, yes.

For this post, it has been a queer year with all the new found friends, but I must say,
but the Grace of God,
I made friends with Tim, Ted and Nicole
Strengthened my friendship with Ian, Yun Min, Eugene (YES YOU NJ BOY), Douglas

They don't lie in the first category, yet the coolest bunch I met.

and always, there is a however, for life has its ups and downs,
sighs.

EEjit

spurred by what ginny pasted on lavania's wine bottle casing (her pencil box)
and roddy doyle's VERNACULAR in Paddy Clarke
and of course, the prime of my week, re-doing my EE.

with 6? weeks left, i've just got a fail for EE, great huh.
fantastic. wonderful. amazing. and i spent the whole day,
plowing through the mere introduction.
mannn.

The entire weekend has been solemn with Maunday Thursday, along with Good Friday.
I really hope Easter can come sooner,
and then we can return to worship God with more major-chordy songs.

I figured, we really saw the Class Spirit disintegrate on Thurday's photoshoot.
The atmosphere was just so awkward with the informal shoots,
obviously with underlying hints of politics and whatnot.
our class ain't that wild either..sighs, just when i thought it had hope.

Though, what I really love about this weekend, is that I got to love Jesus even more.
He suffered so badly, underwent insanely physical torture, experience betrayal, yet, he still loves us all.
Isn't it wonderful?
These rekindling of Love is just wonderful.
YAY!

You aren't the Person I Thought I Knew

A more reflecting post here.
Coming to year6, we see much more people matured,
including myself, a little at least.
Well, people start changing,
and some for the better and some for the worse.
Its actually amazing to know the people you didn't know well initially,
they turn out to be nice people!

Then again, its disappointing to know that people, whom you thought you knew so well, are just not the same.
It sounds like a pretty gloomy post but actually, I am personally glad I found greater love in this 'people-changing' phase. (Its still saddening to know the people you loved aren't what you had loved no more)

Oh yes, And one more thing I actually am grateful for is actually feeling happier in 6.06. In my greater absitenence from Choir this year, or what it seemed to me, my class feels a little warmer. Funnily, I seek warmth and laughther in Kaimin's omnipresent swearing, Yao's great sense of humour, Siu Fung being so animated, Oliver's openness in sharing, Prasad's friendly disposition and patience, Ambrose's help in EVERYTHING and tolerating my woes, Tim's company, William's empathy and advice, Vernon's AND Jerome's bullshit, Priscilla's accidental humour, Dono's warmth, Ann's care..and many more I hope to come in the year,

Dinner awaits my stomach, which is still full from Daily Scoop's ButterScotchPecan and Earl Grey...

tsk

yes! a tsk to myself,
analysing my present situation, i have been down right lazy.
i haven't ran in ages, how embarassing it was to even follow the crossies to the finals,
sometimes, when i get to tired in choir, i don't give my hundred percent.
i am probably the last few stragglers on EE FIRST draft.
i've neglected QT for quite a few days. :(

man...

i find this all too funny though. HAHA
I am in like deep trouble. HAHA
uh oh.
HAHA

I hate it

Paron the teenage angst but really, nothing ever goes right these days!
I have more problems with Choir,
my workload is like mission impossible,
i need lotsa sleep,
gosh

though consolations come in the forms of:
finishing half a tub of chunky monkey
finally getting time to go for a long run
completing my first game of minesweeper beginner

ah gees,
life shouldn't be like that...

Itsy Bitsy Virus Climbing up my Oesophagus

An apt nursery rhyme here! GOSH, the week was horrifying and relaxing in a way.
The amount of time I wasted to get well was just TOO MUCH!
Across the week, I spent more than 36hours sleeping during the weekdays,
and only recovered by the end of the week. BAH!
Fever, I on FIRE!
Yet, I still can't sing as my throat is just clogged up by loads of gooey you-know-what.
eeeeew, but yup, running is even worse since there is the likelyhood I collaspe midway.
Swmming on Friday was enjoyable since I havent done that in a long time,
though the sweet serenity of the pool was broken by adorable little children learning swimming with a not-so adorable looking coach.

Now EE is a pain,
I am stuck at Data Analysis.
Across the weekend, I probably spent 3 hours looking at the graphs and making no sense of it, either than changing my entire EE.

It has been an interesting week in many many ways,
good or bad or normal,
frankly, every week has its own perks..
Ah gees, off to read!

Time to 'Shutup'

I figured today when I should shush myself:

When I get hungry, I get really angsty. Sadly, a dear IB chorester came into my way, and yup, I was quite erm, unfriendly. :P

After I eat, I get TIRED and will start saying ANYTHING and will ramble and ramble. Poor Ariel had to stand my crap this afternoon as I talked and talked and talked senselessly. GOSH!

When I get angry, yup. There is this HUMONGOUS possibility that I'd swear. How amusing that in this 2 months of utter rubbish life, I swore more times than I ever did over 3 years, unless you count 'fish', 'fishcakes'.

I am ex-haus-ted.

Sing *oops*

well! having more experience in the choir is not exactly rewarding,
now, you finally understand how horribly you are singing. SIGHS.
today was awfully stressful.
its that feeling where you feel this pressure at your head
and it presses incessantly..
ah wells, it was just as though i had a synapse war in my head.

breathe in breathe out!
the secondary choir and douggie keeps me going :)

just awfully tired out with 5 days of choir.
sleepy..

Wanton Mee, SOUP!

hmm, besides the title being my recent SAC 'fad food',
My school life seems to be alluded to that piping bowl of mee.
The noodles are like my typical school life, yummy yet TOO MUCH!
The wantons are like classes, cold, not THAT yummy, but still have to eat.
Char Siews are like the cheap thrills I find in school.
And the SOUP is like CHOIR, it contains my life, making everything murky and translucent.
Oh yes, and the vegetables, which I always throw away, probably represents my omnipresent workload.

Gees! Its been a tiring week.
Singing every single day and finally lost my voice on this Vinegar Day.
Hohoho, what ANGST!
I'd probably be ONE of THOSE millions of people out there thinking that they are the ONLY ONES without a valentine. pHBBBT.
Anyhow, judging by stereotypes:
I am 18
YET:
I spend time either at home or in school,
usually have dinner with my parents on saturday nights,
gets driven to school :P,
vertically challanged,
,
just not the way an '18-year-old' should be.

Ought to start work now..
hmm,
haven't done much work today, since I spent the morning reading National Geographic and the afternoon at Choir,
Though, I learnt that Darwin's first observations weren't the finches of the Galapagos Islands but Armadillos, Rheas and others which the shipmen of Beagle brought back for makan.
Interesting...
Yup, so along the lines of reading the article,
my mind buzzed with failed attempts to dispporve the Origin of Species.
I suppose ultimately, it is a choice of : To believe or Not to believe.

Either knowledge in the Bible and the Theory of Evolution do certainly have arguments and evidences, yet this all require this so-called 'leap of faith'.
As what Karl Popper said, humans, in order to continue to believe in what they want to believe, quoted example for his book 'Conjectures and Refutations (Marx Theory of History)', humans often end up misintepreting this theory as they add their OWN NEW intepretation just to suit the phenomenon which seemed to dispprove it, what Popper called, 'Conventional Twist'.

So what weak argument I can come up with is, the Bible is not a theory, but an account. However, we see, it is the THEORY of Evolution. Hence, yes, present evidence, misintepret, conventional twist. Badly dispproved. xD

Well, picking today to say the Sinner's Prayer was more of auspicious than anything,
This walk to accept Christ in my life could only be experienced by myself,
in how I felt the Holy Spirit enter my life in the past few months,
and how God has his ways of sending his blessings upon me.

So 14 Feburary 2009, Valentines Day,
I did experience love today :)
God's everlasting love.

Bad Day

It started with and taking herculean effort to get out of the bed:

1. my run to school involved a furiously hurting left leg
   
2. got my feet sandy JUST after I bathed
   
3. lost 2 dollars while buying breakfast
   
4. chased out of the SAC when I JUST began breakfast
   
5. ran 5 levels to figure the classroom door was already LOCKED
   
6. manage to drive my RIGHT knee into the LEFT side of the door
   
7. ended choir meeting at 5, with disastrous SYF costumes

ACS(Independent) Choir needs FASHION POLICEE!

MOREOVER,
ONE WEEKEND with
Saturday:Sold to Choir
Sunday: Sold to Church in the morning

and the afternoon to complete:
EE
TOK
MATHS HOMEWORK
CHEM PRAC
BIO PRAC

i love ib?

Oopsie Doodles

yikes!
I wasted my holidays catching up with LOTSA sleep :(
How funny that I probably sleep the most in class,
yet I need more of the snooze bug than the others.

new year is alrighttttttttt.
its typical, usual stuff. Pretty weird when I see everyone looking foward to it.
probably a distraction from the economic crisis. hmm.

Well, everything is as boring as it can get...
Cheap thrills MUST fill my life!
Pretty annoying that I don't read the newspaper these days with awful amount of homework.

Gosh!
I better exercise.

Plague of Misery

It came silently on Thursday and engulfed my dearest brain.
Frankly, I too have no idea what the spectrum of hormones are doing in my body.
Biology has certainly gotten some knowledge into my thick cranium skull.
Darn the seratonins! And far too much adrenocorticotropic hormone(thank you wiki!).

Its funny that my facial muscles are not adapted to keep my lips down.
Even with this dreary feeling, I find the need to smile, if not, my face feels uncomfortable.
Months has past since the days where I could wake up with a smile and sleep with one,
and probably the mood has past when I actually could shamelessly dance along the corridors
or leap up from my seat in the middle of maths class to dance to supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

The concern of the class is really much appreciated.
Yet, all the 'are you okay's and my dear class's scientific hypothesis of my state leads me to be much grateful yet much more reminded of everything I do not want to be reminded of.
Though, is the ignorance of the problem good?
I have to answer that myself and just deal with my circumstances.

Well! On the brighter side of things, its been amusing the extent are go to from running away from my problems.
And again, as always, interaction with Ian, Yun Min, Fang has always kept me happy :)
Even how down I was on Thursday, seeing them just made me laugh, smile and talk.

And obviously, to Mr Douglas Tay! Haha.
He keeps me the most sane in the 'insane' and with him around,
it brings out the high side of me.

I really do love my friends here at ACS(I) but again, these few days I have been flipping through Maris Stella High School pictures.
I actually have not been in much contact at all for a year. zero. absolutely.
How strange it is to actually miss the times where I dread NCC,
where I dread the 50 counts of 8 jumping jacks, the possibility of 100 pushups as punishment,
the echo of senior's boots along the corridor, and yep, the stench of it all.
Come to think of it now, I don't really miss it xD
Again, I just find it, experiential. Haha.

Zooming back to ACS,
Choir has been wonderful these 2 weeks.
Attendance was not bad and attitude was good during practice too.
I sincerely hope this would last and well, everybody to be more happy together.
I suppose that is what I ultimately want, everybody singing happily together, laughing at our mistakes but still happy.
Its a pretty picture
Loads better than a serious choir that sings for the sake of singing well.
Better not let Ms Lim or Mr Phua hear me. Heehee.

Well well, its getting late and I promised myself to go for training tommorow.

humourous!

Hahaha!
I have a queer reflex!
When I am talking to the people I am avoiding,
I close my eyes and talk.
How funny!

Gosh. This week is hectic.
Next week is just as bad.
I have yet to :
read the two lit text,
do the written commentary,
plan the 2 bio pracs,
finish chem prac,
make sense of my EE results.

Fishcakes! And this is only after one week of school.
FANTASTIC.
Luckily, choir rehersals were retarded with Douggie around...

I need a break.

Well well

The school's results are retarded.
Stress is an understatement.
And stupid EE 1st draft by this week? That's IMPOSSIBLE
My dumb seeds didn't germinate :(

Anyhow, thanks Sze Min and Peter :)
Ahhh. A day without much Choir,
Funny how afraid I was to go for Cross,
but enjoyed it in the end!
The smell of the track,
the sweat,
the burning throat,
the dry lips
...
...
...
and losing to girls in running. D:
HAHAHAHAHAHA

Who's busy?

Why? Why? Why?
I thought the holidays were challenging enough,
and I am slammed with crap these two days.

Bad attendance for Choir
Chem Test on Monday
AEF Forms
TOK
EE

I absolutely hate this shit.