Density

I am revising geography and yet still worrying about other stuffs. So to get those stuffs off my mind I shall just plan out my whole day here. okay Xingyue. get psyched. And a pen.

So basically tomorrow:

Revise geography during Chemistry lessons. To hell with Aesthetics, such a waste of time. Revise more Geography meanwhile. Silently and quietly and creepily revise geography during RS block. More revision for the day.

Then wednesday, after the exams end:

Japanese homework which I slack of for very long already. And Chinese book effing report.

This is what I had for dinner:

- Two pears

- A cup of coffee (which taste eww but I want to stay awake)

- five packets of M&Ms (hey I can't resist)

- A big bowl of soup and a big bowl of rice

- Three tiny cupcakes

- ermmm.

Okay Japanese stuffs are stressing me out a lot. I am NOT linguistically inclined. Okay then where my talent lies. ARGH. I just remember that I have to return Zhixin her book tomorrow and I only read one page!

Extraterrestrials

I just gave up my chance of going on the roller coasters on Friday for the Material Science Course at some ulu place. That means, while my sister and brother are having fun I will be at a course. I don't mind the course actually, it sounds interesting, (though I am not that sure, but I suppose I will learn something from it).

However, that means, if my mum (who is pissed at me for that, not like I care about her being pissed or not) decides to bring my sister and brother to eat sushis. OH NO. But then again I can always buy them myself. And I will also save myself from the embarressment if my siblings shouted too loud and make a scene.

And if I go I might have a higher chance of getting into Physics RA. But. What if I didnt get it D:  Okay I still learn something, right? Mixed feelings here. Because I would also be skipping CIP stuffs.

And there is still FUCKING IVP. I had no idea how to build the thing, or even find the materials for it.

But let's talk about happier stuffs, like I JUST CREATED MY BANK ACCOUNT:D I shall get my ATM card tomorrow.

Force Field

FISHY IS BACK :DDDD

-shrieked and shout and jumped around in profound happiness-

-screams the joy out of me and cause window to break into smithereens-

-glass shreds form the words FISHY IS BACK in happy lovely colours of all wavelengths-

-photon delightfully travel light-seconds back and forth the room-

-gamma ray penetrates me body and arrange my cells to form words: FISHY IS BACK-

Fine I am sort of crazy. Since I have nothing much to do other than cough continuously (my throat ARGH) which means I won't be ablt to fall asleep until it gets slightly better, I present you this list of names I've given to my various objects.

My school shoes: The right shoe is called Oedipus and the left shoe Electra, after Sigmund Freud's theory and that da Vinci attributed the right side to the male and the left side to females.

My blue sneakers: Oedipus Junior and Electra Junior, read above.

My blue slippers: Laser for right and Maser for left, name after the first coherent radiation, produced by Prof. Charles Townes and his colleagues, in the form of microwaves (masers), and how it was extended to visible light by the name of lasers.

My red smaller bolster: The one I used for a few years before giving my brother, who eventually not want it anymore, so I got it back. Name it yoyo (pronouce yo!!!yo!!! with the high screechy voice) after my brother's obsession with yoyos at one point of time.

My blue watch: Named Strange after the strange quarks :D Strange quarks sounds cute!

My blue 6-month old notebook: Azure, after my favourite shade of blue (with the coolest name). Unfortunately this notebook is going to be used up soon, so when I go back to school I would be using a new one, which is disgustingly pink and purple (since I was using all those pink and purple zigs I found).

My new pink and purple and red and orange notebook: Puce, after a shade of pink that doesn't look like pink, but the name sounds cute.

My blue bag: Winbri (pronouced whine-bree). No reason. The name just stuck.

My yellow thick blankie that make me feel less guilty when my sister uses the aircon: Xantho, after xanthophobia, a fear of yellow. I know it's weird.

My orange yoghurt cup: The cup I got for free when my grandpa bought yoghurt drink: Sae-gee, after the shade of orange it is in, which is a in between of safety orange (which I think sounds really retarded) and SAE amber.

My blue file: Periwinkle X-04, or X-04 for short.

My red pencil case: Persee-mon
My blue blankie: Banquee

Spongebob in China!

I planned to finish all homework today and start revising jap. btw this video is cute:D

Ziggy zazzy zits (okay not zits)

One whole day of slacking and no homework done. I found this website (crack.com) with tons of interesting articles so I was reading it in the afternoon. Then I started watching television for a few hours while snacking (not doing anything good to my throat but whatever). I have one whole day of art tomorrow, and I'm not even sure if I got all the materials.

Okay screwed it. I can't find the art paper because my mum pack it away. #*(&$@!

I did five friendship bands already! And the fifth one has a zigzaggy pattern.
CIP hours:
(Since I'm doing 7) Friendship bands - 14 hours
Street Sales (probably going all so) - 24 hours
Making stuffs for this project iHEARTyou sessions (probably going all too) - 16 hours
On sales and research team for above project - 6 hours (?)
Rice collection thing I did at the start of the year - 8 hours
Maybe more CIP hours so erm altogether 68 hours plus more possible hours (SL project probably)  plus last year's hours = 100 hours or more:D

So all I need to do now is to do more next year and next next year and I can hit 200 hours or more.

Back to my art material. My grandma just found them lying at the bottom of this box.
Back to my homework, it is still undone.

Lol in reply to those comments on my cbox (no nicole and lingwei, you two are not spamming at all!) I was just annoyed, not being mean. I really don't like switching periods, but yeah I will tell her. And I don't really care about teacher being biased or not as long as the lesson is fruitful (the right word not? Kind of brain dead now). Well you get what I mean.

AND I WANT MORE PHILOSOPHY LESSONS (YAY NICOLE).
Grace: :'( You cannot go with me. That means I'm only going with Fishy.

Shall sleep now.

Teleportation is sort of possible

THIS IS COOL. I was reading "A User's Guide to the Universe: Surviving the Perils of Black Holes, Time Paradoxes, and Quantum Uncertainty" by Dave Goldberg and Jeff Blomquist. I was reading the chapter on Quantum Weirdness and there is this section: "Can I build a transporter, like on Star Trek?".

The book says yes and no. According to quantum mechanics, a electron or another other sort of atomic stuffs (photons?) in the sub-atomic world can be at all places at once. I don't know how that works, plus I read that book early in the morning and my brain isn't clear enough to absorb everything so I will probably reread it again. So anyway, a realistic teleporter, according to the book, does not literally teleports something, but rather destroy the object at this point and make a perfect, literally perfect and same down to the quarks and all, at the place where the object wants to teleport too. And according to the laws of physics, its technically the same object, so it did 'teleport'.

Now imagine, if you put a human, living human being there, the human will be destroyed, but a perfect replica, down to the memories, will be at the other point. This teleported version will be the one copy left of you, but since its exactly the same as you, plus you are destroyed already, then no one can tell the difference. Creepy.

Scientist tried teleporting an atom over a few meters in 2004, and they succeeded. Though it would be less energy comsuming to just carry that atom over the few meters.

Okay back to yesterday bugis street sales. Carol, Huilin and I manage to finish selling all the 27 items within one hour so we had lunch and slack for the next two hours before huilin went home due to gastric pain. Carol and I later sold out 1 item every two minutes, and we went back to get more items. This third round our sales wasn't quite that good, but overall it was still very good. The person in charge wanted us to come back for the next street sales. Which I think I am!

I calculated that by the end of this year I will have close to 100 CIP hours. Hoorray:D I just finish another friendship bracelet.

SHF: Selling high food

I will update this post tomorrow.

To Grace: Well she can always prove that she don't suck by correcting her mistakes and improving herself. If she gets angry at me over such trival matters like stating that I think a certain teacher she improve on her teaching methods because a lot of people (more than half) in Class 201 and 213 dislike her teaching methods, then she is just proving herself to be an immature teacher who bear grudges. Don't they always say to accept other's criticism because it is a way for self-improvement? Everyone is blind to their own flaws, right? So when others state your flaws out, you should think about what you did wrong and correct it. Right? I believe that a non-sucky teacher will not kill me over such matters, instead, she will prove me wrong by adjusting her teaching methods such that she will not lag behind in Literature and assumes that the whole class knows the actual plot of R&J when most of them don't (I surveyed 201, btw). She will also learn how to tell the difference between English and Literature periods and stop switching between them or turning every single English blocks into Literature blocks. If she were only the English teacher and not our Literature teacher, she would definitely be able to differentiate between this two periods. Another way for self-improvement would be that she can stop digressing during classes and talk about irrelevant stuffs that only amuse a selected group of students she love a lot (the bimbs in particular), and she can also stop fan-girling over Robert Pattinson. I appreciate her kind effort for trying to understand us teenagers, but such methods does not work. She can also try to not hold grudges against students and write mostly negative stuffs on their report cards. I know that she wants us to know our flaws and work on them, but do we only have flaws? Not a single redeeming point? I doubt so. So my suggestion to her for the next semester is to stop wasting lesson time and to always remember bring up our papers to the classroom.

When has holiday and homework become synoymous?

I have this urge to really type really fast now. Like really really really dash-like fast. Like that Dash in the Incredibles who run really really fast and when he put a thumbnail on his teacher's chair the video tape only captures him moving slightly on his chair. Or like Magneto's son Quicksilver.

My cbox has become some sort of chatroom place. So Hi grace hi nicole hi jiahui, and FISHY I demand you to come back NOW.

Romeo and Juliet really suck. It's good to see them die a terrible and tragic death.

Selling candies at bugis later. People come and buy!

"Are this Os or 0s?"

Today's CIP with Carol was epic. But SMO first. I only pathetically attempted to do three questions (I'm sure I got at least one question right) and I spend the rest of the time doodling or shading 2010's as answers on the OAS. Either that or 1s. I'm still a little worried about the other SMO since it is very crucial for my math RA. Plus my off-grade FA is probably screwed since I was sick on that day. but whatever. After SMO I meet Carol for CIP stuffs. Can't remember for it was for though.

That was the first and LAST time I am ever going to buy from the sandwich vending machine. You see, me and Carol were (obviously) very hungry but the canteen is not open and there is no more time to go to Far East for lunch so we decide to have the sandwiches. I wanted the mushroom cheese one and Carol wanted the Hongkong chicken one so we bought the combo for 4 dollars. But after that 150 seconds of cooking the screen suddenly went 'Not Available' x2 so Carol called the hotline and this guy came to fixed the machines. Carol and I were starved for half and hour but it was worht the wait because we got to see the inside fo the machines with all the mechanical workings and gears and wires whent he guy who answered the hotline drive over and fixed it.

The problem with the machine was that the grill was not working, but who cares about that when you could see the superb magnificent inner structures of the machines! Thinking about me makes me drool already. All the  physics and mathematics at work! Imagine it! (wow I could show this post to the RA people) It was unable for one to describe with such a limited vocabulary. I bet even Shakespeare can't scratch the magnificence of it all. A few hungry girls who crowded aroudn the machines and saw the internal structures went 'cool' and 'way cool' and 'wow so damn cool', but 'cool' is an understatement.

We got fresh hot sandwiches 3 minutes later after the grill was is fixed and heated up. The sandwich has too little mushrooms and way too much cheese. I don't really like cheese you see. We arrived at the art room about time for CIP. It jsut involved cutting strings into 20cm bits, cutting out small pieces of heart on cellophone paper, drawing hearts on some weird ribbon thing, and cutting that big piece of ribbon thing into 10 by 15cm pieces. Yes I did all of those in 2 and a half hours :D 'Cause I figured out those shortcut method to doing all of those (I should patent it) and just got Carol to help me.
We also counted 238 long testtubes and 7 shorter ones.
Sorting out alphebet marcoroni was a chore. Those alphebets were soooo mutated and none of them are in those kind of perfect shape. Plus there is no way you could differentiate between the zeros and the Os. Same or 6s and 9s and Ws and Ms.

I swear the person thought I was weird. But who will buy stupid testtubes with 'I love you' in pink gel? I wouldn't. I rather buy those with mathematical terms, and i make that suggestion to her, but she gave me the look. The kind i got from ms tay or other people who find me weird but whatever. Who would buy stupid handbands with a gigantic minnie mouse ribbon filled with hearts in various ugly shapes and sizes? I wouldn't. Maybe those bimbs might. Whatever. I am still doing school sales during the recesses and lunch period though. MORE CIP HOURS!!!

This sec-three girl who Carol was talking to thought I was scary. She had biology, chemistry, history and literature as her subject combinations and was telling us how awesome she thought MOV was. Or how she loves literature. We have lousy Romeo&Juliet as our lousy literature topic, and a even lousier literature teacher who havn't even started on teaching us the lousy R&J. How do you expect me to love literature? I guess she was scared of me because I was telling her how I love math physics and geography. Or my cursing at next year's lousy modules? Because according to her the sec-threes might not have aesthetics in the time table, but they have to sign up for cooking modules and other stuffs (it is compulsory) and go for it AFTER school. I can imagine how piss grace will be.

What is even worse? One of those compulsory courses is going to teach us how to use make-ups. No thank you I have enough of it already. If they say we must learn because we will use makeups in the future then I will tell them how I tell myself I will never use makeup in my whole life (besides the fact that it will make my pimples worse). If they tell us we need makeups to find a boyfriend, I will tell them how superficial and shallow it is of a guy to like a girl just because of her looks, and how it is teaching us bad values, and how we shouldn't talk about boyfriends at sec-three, and how I want to remain single forever so no boyfriends for me. If they still force me, I am going to freak them out somehow and get send to counselling!

Selling candies at Bugis tomorrow. People come and buy!

SIP: Shut-In Pressure

I feel sad.

I SAID I FEEL SAD.

I FEEL ULTRA ULTRA SAD AND DUMB.

SMO was so much easier than last year. So why am I so dumb and sign up for the open round tomorrow when I don't even understand a single question in the SMO past year papers for open round. I actually sign up just in case I don't get good marks for this SMO. But now it seems that I'm just wasting money by signing up for the open round tomorrow. But if I don't go, I waste more money, right? And if I do go, at least I get the question booklet. Plus I already promise Carol to meet up at 12.30pm.

Everything is so boring. I am dreading SIP. Don't feel like doing it. But I really shall try to finish the holiday homework by the end of this week so that I could start revising Japanese next week, and erm, get obsessed over comics like I planned for the holiday :DD

Then the third week would be totally dedicated to my dear humanities subjects and Chinese... AND THE FOURTH WEEK I SHALL GO CRAZY.

Hey. It's not fair. June holidays seems so long in back in primary school. Now it just seems like a short four weeks break. WHY OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY.

I think I have what they call the self-inflicted pressure. If there is such a phrase. But RA math and physics are just so important to me, and if I could get good marks for the other subjects, a GPA of 3.8 or something so gets a higher chance to get in, no?

:/

Stupid facebook fanpages. I use to think ily means someone had a typo error while spelling 'lily'. Though it doesn't make sense why someone would say 'lily'.

My grandma thinks that I lack social life. My social life = goofing on facebook (social enough right? it's a social network afterall) , goofing with fishy, goofing with grace, sometimes goofing with zhixin and joanne and carol, goofing on msn with nicole and ariel and goofing more on wikipedia reading up on stuffs. So I do have a social life. I hope my grandma isn't referring to those loud noisy wild parties. I am defnitely not including those into my social life. Firstly, who holds them in the first place. Or if she meant going out with friends, okay one movie is enough, no shopping afterwards :/   And I can't even stand people shouting and yelling in class during free periods so I defnitely cannot stand loud parties (i really have this temptation to tear people's mouth out 'cause i hate it when it is so noisy). Dear grandma your granddaughter do have a social life :D

Why is it the only shows my sister likes to watch are long windy taiwan shows or lousy singapore soaps? How about X-men? Those amazing mutations and more amazing people and philosophy in the film? How about Jurrasic Park? Why sister's interest is totally different from mine. I swear she never watches any thrillers. But similarly I don't want soaps. But soaps are terrible! It's just stupid shows by stupid singapore 'actors' (they can't even act WELL) going by some predicable plot that is so cheesy and dramatic and repeated 10000000x times.

My grandma thinks my sister has more social life than me. Hello. Just because she goes down everyday to play and invite her friends over every week, she has more social life than me? Fine. How about non-social relaxing life? She don't read books, she can't understand simple 'Powerpuff Girls' and she is primary 4! Maybe she don't find reading books relaxing, then how about comics?? She don't read comics too. I think there is no way anyone in this family is ever going to read my daVinci Code book. What's more talk about it with me. This is call truly deprived of social life ):

Sigh. BIG MAJOR HUMONGOUS GIGANTIC UNIVERSE-LIKE INFINITE SIGH. small tiny puny teeny weeny atomic-like quark-size sigh...