Stellar

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Michelle invited Ka Ying and I to RI's Astro Club last Friday. It was really fun, even if I was really tired, and I AM SO EXCITED about building a Dobsonian telescope :D After my last paper tomorrow, I'll read up on it right away.

I always have this fascination with stars and the sky. My name is 星悦 after all! 星 for stars and 悦 for happiness :D So I've always felt this special connection to stars in the sky. They make me feel alive on this planet :) It's like... stars are a part of me. Perhaps I came from the stars :D

A short story I found: 

“If I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears. Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder.. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness. The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding onto whatever scraps she had left.” ― Jodi Picoult

Ready to tell Michelle on Wednesday. I hope must control my emotions.

The Unconscious

Singapore's YOG opening ceremony was so so so boring and messy. Basically it is just a group of primary school and secondary school people running onto stage with no much organisation dancing a really basic and simple dance (Fishy claims that she can be their professor). And lion head dancing to a malay song? I get it that they want to show a mixed of cultures BUT THIS IS NOT THE WAY. And that sandwiches they gave us for dinner has NO cheese and bbq sauce even though it was written on the piece of paper. The only thing that was remotely interesting was when they have some people in white parading CHINA's flag around and I shouted 中国万岁 but that was drown out by the other people who are also cheering for Glorious China.

The whole rehearsal had really bad organisation. I didnt get any goodie bags and was dismissed at 11pm. Instead of letting us go ourselves they choose to make us walk that long way to the City Hall MRT. There was this person on the way giving out sweets so I grab one whole handful of it, and exchange the coke candy for two of Fishy's other favour ones (since she called me 星悦大人).

I got home at 12 midnight and immediately fall asleep. And I woke up late for art lessons the next day. I think the alarm clock actually woke me up at 7.15am but I fall asleep again.

Things to do for today:
- Japanese Homework on MOE portal
- Japanese Composition -.-
- Chinese PT
- History PT
- F and N PT
- Math AA

Mobius Strip

I'm reading this book called Hyperspace with all the cool theories on higher dimensions and string theories! :D I think I have an unusual (very very unusual) attraction to intelligent guys. Like da Vinci and C.G.Jung (I think I like Sigmund Freud's student more than him). AND B.F.SKINNER :DDDD I had an even more unusual attraction to autistic people which is goddamned weird. According to this book I read Issac Newton has a form of autistism making him socially awkward and shy, but he had remarkable calculative skills far beyond anyone else of his time :DDDD (plus he invented Calculus how cool is that).

Speaking which the Light, Matter and Cosmos talk was interesting. At least I understand the lecture, but I guess people thinks I am weird people I hyperventilate everytime the lecturer mentions wave-particle duality. Or particle-wave duality. And you know RGS girls are the only people who compulsively take notes during the lecture (Grace wrote 10 pages and her handwriting is small plus squeezed together). During the Q&A section some guy ask about string theory and Grace father laughed. (You know I get how Grace is so sadistic ._.) Another guy said: "I believe that Life and Consciousness is a subset of Cosmos, therefore can you tell me about Light, Matter, Life and Consciousness?" and the lecturer had this wtf look.

Carol, Fishy and I won third for FINEX besides not knowing a single thing about financial literacy or economics. The first two places went to year five guys from JC who studies economics:D And the points difference between the second place and us were nto so much, about 4000 points only, I mean since points were given in thousands. Anyway we got 30 dollars voucher each. And the only thing I learnt from that amazing race was that I need to exercise more, defintely.

Carol and I won CHAMPION at this Medical Mastermind Challenge, thrashing all other secondary threes present and winning 300 bucks in cash with a golden trophy and a free trip to some ulu place at biopolis. AND WE ARE GONNA PRESENT THE TROPHY IN SCHOOL MUAHAHA. But the questions at the challenge were easy. Not to mention they even asked about Michael Jackson, making me regret not listening to Fishy ramble on about him all day long. But we still got that question right :D   There was this psychological question on placebo :D

I'm not sure if they showed National Science Challenge Finals on TV yet, but if they haven't and you don't want to spoil the surprise then don't read on. Just skipped this part:
I fell asleep on the bus on the way to the Mediacorps Studio and missed the stop, so I have to a bus back to the place. Despite never having been there before in my entire life (except that time I went to support my primary school for some chengyu competition, but that time transport was provided, this time I went there MYSELF)

-unfinished-

Cue: Cornnuts fall

I wish concrete would smash my head. This is what I learnt from History: Number one, if our forefathers had been a lil' more civilised and less war-ry we wouldn't have to study stupid riots for exam. Number two, why are we studying stupid riots fueled by Old Hwachong and Nanyang people?

I don't mind the Math exam tomorrow (I want many many math exams) or the Physics exam a while back (i want many of this too) but I hate hate hate writing History papers. Compared to History, Geography is a much more pleasant humanities subject.

Why can't they just test our knowledge of facts?

Then again I nearly failed the first AA-.-

Ms Ning haven't send the email to me yet. NO EMAIL ON ANY COMPETITION INFORMATION WTH. I like compulsively checking my email and handphone yet I AM GETTING NOTHING FROM HER AT ALL.

This better not make me die early.

of heart attack.

Speaking of which I am looking forward to difficult question for Mathematics tomorrow. I hope that I am still like in primary school when I fare better in difficult Math papers. I'm a weirdo.

Let it ring

'Nice' is a over-used and over-exploited word. At least in RGS the word 'nice' is used to describe almost everything, ranging from food, to teachers, to personality. For instance, when I ask someone how does a food taste like, they tell me, 'it taste nice'. Okay so it taste 'nice'. How nice? They don't know. What happen to 'It's rather delicious' or 'It has a sour taste' or 'YUMMY'. All that you can come up with is 'nice'? Then when you ask people to describe somebody, they first thing they will say is 'she is nice'. Okay, so I get that you don't really know how to describe a person. What happen to 'helpful', 'kind', 'friendly'?

Also, people have different definitions of 'nice' and different ways of using that word too. I, for one, use the word 'nice' to describe people as a mean to get out of awkward evaluate-that-girl or how-is-she-like questions. Or when people ask meabout a random somebody in class who I know nothing about (at least very little) and I just thought she looks pleasant. Pleasant as in, she don't look like those kind of people who back-stabbed and do things like that.

I can't stand it when you ask someone: 'Hmm how is she like?' and they reply you 'She is a nice person.' Like how the heck am I supposed to know how nice is like. I mean, somebody can be nice just because she say hello to people everyday and smile at you. Can't you use descriptions such as 'she is helpful or she don't bark at people for no reason.'

Then again, why do people like asking you questions like: 'What do you think of her, how is she like?' If you can't evaluate for yourself one's personality and character, asking other people won't help at all. It seems that at times when I try to talk to somebody, it somehow rocket off to how a certain person is like, no matter how much I try to change the topic. Gee, why care about how somebody is like. If you think a person is like that, then let it be like that. Why do around asking people to make sure they think the same as you.

I also cannot stand some people who interrupt your conversation with someone else. A typical one goes like this:

Me: yadayadayada
Friend: Yada ya ya ya
Me: Yada I think it was quite cool
Person out of nowhere: What was quite cool?

So after a few times of such interruptions by the SAME person I decide to ignore her in case I lose my temper.

Me: yadayadayada
Friend: Yada ya ya ya
Me: Yada I think it was quite cool
Person out of nowhere: What was quite cool?
-me ignore person-
Me: yadayayda
Person: Hey hey what was quite cool?
Me: yadaydaya -continue ignoring-
Friend: Yeah, that was spectacular
Person: What was spectacular?

At which point I decide to either shout at her to shut up or move away and continue the conversation somewhere else. I usually chose the latter.
I already hate it when people interrupts me. What I hate more is that the person is interrupting, plus poking noses into other's conversation, one that was supposed to be like private and personal, and yet do not get the hint when I ignore her. You know interruptions are rude already. So if one does not have the manners, at least have common sense, right? If me and a friend are having a conversation, and it is only the two of us, that means that we obviously are talking about a subject that only the two of us know, or at least a outsider might not be able to understand, right? Then if only the two of us are talking, and none of us shows any sign that we want to hold a discussion, that means it is a personal thing. So, since it is a personal thing that an outsider might not understand, what makes her think that we will just tell her right away what we are talking about. What makes her think that we will even want to tell her?

You might say, okay, how about you tell her that she doesn't know what you are talking about?

I did.

The conversation went like this:

Me: yadayadayada
Friend: Yada ya ya ya
Me: Yada I think it was quite cool
Person out of nowhere: What was quite cool?
Me: Erm, you don't know about it
Person: Tell me, nevermind, you can just tell me I won't tell anyone.

It is just this annoying. Why should I share my personal conversation with a friend with you? What makes you think I even want to share? Don't assume things. If I want to share with anyone else, I will tell that person some other day some other time. If I could just tell anyone what I was talking about why not I just broadcast the whole thing to the school?

Plain annoying.

It's also amusing how people (mostly cca people) loves calling me on my handphone, despite me saying over and over again that I use prepaid card so I don't answer calls on my handphone unless it is urgent, and it is more better to call my home. If I am not at home, you can always sms me. I even sms back the person who call me and tell her to sms me instead, yet she just chose to call my handphone-.- What part of I do not pick up calls on my handphone do she not get? And even if I do pick up calls, I don't pick up calls if the number of unknown. So those people that I have on my contact list (due to my lousy phone's limited storage) are my primary school friends, and few closer friends and my family and relatives' number. No I don't have any CCA people's number in it, so if they call my caller ID will show an unknown number and I won't pick it up. Another reason why it is better to just sms me.

My things to do list is getting very long. D:

Chloroform

Is it just me, or I am missing out on things. I am completely unaware of things happening in the class, for instance. Like the other day Charmaine was telling me about people gossiping in the class, and I was like: Huh? You mean there are rumours in the class? Really? I thought everyone is guai and talks about homework and CCA all the time. Apparently not. Then Nicole's quizzes are revealing shocking information too (no offence). So not only am I unaware of classroom politics and all those rumours going around, I actually spend my time in a totally different way too -.-

 So no one actually spend most of their time reading piles and piles of books. Or read comics over and over again, or draw crap on a paper, then tear it up, and draw more crap.

 So most people shop (eww) and socialise. And I thought there was already too much socialising in school. Then just when I thought people are guai and completely isolated from male life forms I get more shocking revelations. Now thinking of it, I supposed I am more guai than most of the people in the class. SEE GRACE. I AM GUAI.

You know those American books that says: You are only young once, so do crazy things before you can't do them anymore. And this leads to notorious activities such as pre-marital sex, drink-till-you-vomit, skinny dipping and crap in America. While in Singapore they have their own version of enjoying adolscence. That includes dating in secondary school and crap like that. WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANY REAL CRAZY THING? Like example taking roller coasters thirty times a day, or pretending to faint in the haunted house so that the staff gets worried. Or memorising a whole book so that you can recite it backwards. Hmm, I tried reading 10 books a day (crazy eh) but only succeeded in finishing seven of them.

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...

SOSS: System of System Specification

It was evacuation accreditions or something like that today. Being absent-minded I only know about it yesterday night at 11pm. Which means if I slept earlier I would have woke up today not knowing there is anything going on in school at all. Actually I prefer to not go since I would have more time to study for SMO but I went so here are some epic moments 8D (grace would be interested in one of this, definitely).

During Truth or Dare:
-bottle spins to Nicole Chong-
Ciwei: OH NICOLE. Truth or dare? (choose dare!)
Nicole: ... Truth.
Me: Have you lost your first kiss to (hint hint)?
Ciwei: Yeah have you??
Joan and other: -Pressure pressure- HAVE YOU -more pressure-
Nicole: ...
Ciwei: Have right?!
Nicole: ...
Ciwei: Yes you did!!! See! Face red lao. Blushing eh.
Joan or others: Ya lor! Face red lao.
Nicole: My face always red what.
Ciwei: So you did right?
Nicole: ... I don't want to say la. ... ... -MAJOR- ....
Me: Yes you did, now move on.
-spins bottle-

-bottle spins to Joan-
Joan: Truth.
Ciwei: Why truth?? ): okok. Truth ah,
Ciwei and Nicole: Do you have any crushes?
Joan: Erm... nod nod.
Ciwei: How many?? (lol always so kpo)
Joan: One or two. (huh. its either one OR two, not both one or two.)

When PL senior playing songs:
-plays some korean songs with korean singers in the MV-
Ciwei me and other: EWww Major.
PL: What eww la He is very handsome okay.
-major laughter-


I failed my theory paper. But I pass practical :D Either I gain muscles or Beatrix is very light (glares at FISHY).

Busy beezy wheezy wooz

I just calculated and found out that, if I really follow my study plan for the holiday, meaning:

• 5 days to study japanese,
• Study Literature, History, Geography, Chinese for 2 days each,
• Finish SIP and Geography PT (2 days at most),
• Read physics textbook and finish Math homework - another 1 day

Considering that I only have 26 days left for the June holiday since the first few days will be solely for mugging mathematics, then after I've done all stuffs on the schedule I will only have 10 days left, and minus 2.5 days for art, I am left with... 7.5 days, 0.5 days for library trip, so 7 days, which is the last week of holiday to (idk) read all those books?

And my siblings are happily playing games -.-

Taming of a Violent Brother

I am now looking at childhood from my sister's perspective (since I grow up anti-social and my sister grow up loving parties and stuffs). Yeah a huge contrast, I know. Until now I still had no idea why my Primary 4sister finds it difficult to read my old books (such as Heidi and Robin Hood) when I read it all in Primary one. And why my sister and brother cannot read words that goes beyond those used in daily conversations, or how they already knew a huge range of vulgarities. And that is pretty ridiculous, they knew even more than me. I am secondary two and they are primary four and one respectively.

Then yesterday I found out that it might be due to the fact that they play outdoor every single day and mix with all those bad companies. (now which parent said playing outdoor is better for kids? I grow up playing with lego bricks at home and they grow up playing at playgrounds mixing with weird friends). Firstly, the amount of colourful languages they use, words such as 'shit' and 'stupid' and 'dumb' and 'damn' and more explicit ones are used on daily basis by those kids who are around my sister's age. And I only use them from time to time (not even at home! I don't speak english at home so there is no way my sister learns them from me).

Secondly, they have no manners. Like this annoying Indian girl who loves to bring her two other younger siblings to my house steps everyday and stand outside the door looking inside the house and keep asking me where my sister is... at 8pm or later at night. Don't they know people need privacy? And when I told them my sister is not free and that they shouldn't come so late, they ask me why. So I told them nicely that it's not something they should care about. And they ask me why again. So this time I got angry and I shouted at them to screw off (okay I use this exact phrase but you can't blame me) or else I will find their mother, and they still lag at my doorsteps asking for my sister. I nearly punch them, but I shouted even louder at them, and after a while they finally walk off.

Thirdly, their grammar is ._.   The girl says this: "[sister's name] at home? She now eat dinner?" I could make out the question, so I told them yes, please go home. She replied: "I come out house just now, don't want go back, wait for [sister's name] first come." And that was totally intelligible. If I hadn't lived with my uncle who is learning English, I wouldn't have understand it.

The last shocking revelation: Those kids plays hand-on-hand combat. Well, the nice way of putting it. But it's just actually lousy one-on-one fighting where they have one group versus another and just anyhow push one member out (usually the weakest) to fight and get beaten up. And when I was their age, during those rare occasions (before the swings were taken apart) when I went down to play the swings I only remember those people playing Catch and Freeze. Or other lame games. Just a few years and a great change in games -.-

Plus my brother is getting really violent. He hits and shouts all the time. I don't remember him talking nicely to anyone (but me? I guess I am a good sister). So I devised this plan (using B. F. Skinner's theory of behavior and reinforcement of consequenses) to change my brother's violent behaviour. I shall punish him (by making him reflect on his behaviour for a period of time and increase the time if this punishment is not effective, or by prohibiting him from playing downstairs) if he misbehave and reward him if he behaves.

When his behaviour shows an improvement, I will slack on the rewards so that he don't grow dependent on it, and keep the punishment same. This experiment shall take about 1 to 2 years or even more, so its a long term one. (was thinking is I should keep a report on it, sadly school don't allow this sort of cool psychological experiments for SIP)

Naming it Taming of Violent Brother (after shakespeare's taming of the shrew, even though I find that play sexist).

Antibubbles

"globules of liquid that are surrounded by a thin film of gas"

I feel really sleepy today. I think it must be due to my lack of sleep on monday and tuesday. And wednesday. No wonder I slept till 11am today. Actually I woke up at 5am because my bladder is bursting, then after sitting on the toilet bowl for (I don't know how long, I can't tell time when my brain is dead) I went back to sleep.

Yesterday's sport fest was epic! (not because the sport fest itself was fun, in fact it was boring and I don't even feel any 'house spirit' or 'school spirit' they claim we are feeling) After school (I was running everywhere during the science period to get my materials for SIP) I found Fishy outside Anderson's waiting for Carol to collect the strings needed to tie friendship band so Grace and I went to collect to in hopes of getting more CIP hours for this year. (haha we got one more than fishy)

The 105 bus was so crowded. When it first arrived at the bus stop it's really empty, then the stupid bus driver decided to stop it halfway through the bus stop so Fishy, Carol, Huilin, Grace and I struggle to get onto the bus. Those fucking RGS girls are so kiasu, so they keep pushing me and (my oh so poor) bag in order to get onto the bus . I got really angry so I swear at them and push them (by walking backwards a little and sticking my back out) and they stop pushing me. Can't they just wait and get onto the bus in a civilised manner? The capacity of the bus is constant, so no matter how much they pushed, if the bus is too full to let them get in, they can't get in anyway. What is the point of fighting to get onto the bus? On the bus I overheard Sec ones talking about how awesome this particular Arielle  is and so I got Grace to point out for me who Arielle is. She is totally 180 degrees different from what Zhixin told me about. (either that or we just have different perceptions of what 'cute' is).

We had KFC at some mall place. After finish the (spicy and therefore not nice) zinger burger, I went to ask the staffs at the counter about the sort of eggs they use for their egg tarts. The staffs didn't understand my question at first and told me they use liquid eggs, and I was thinking like "of course the egg would be in its liquid form, what else would you use anyway? Hard boil?" So I ask specifically the animal that lay the egg, and the staff call out a whole ton of other staffs and ask them about it. One staff then tell me: "I don't know what animal lay it, but we use 鸡蛋." Which translates to chicken, meaning a chicken lay it. I then ask, so you meant a chicken lay it? And the lady had this confused look and nodded her head in this unsure manner. Talk about the quality of staffs working in KFC! They don't even know the basic main ingredient use in their egg tarts!

After a while I went forward to another staffs and ask if the soccer players on the waterbottles they are sellings are really soccer players, and the staff at the counter is unsure again.

Staff: "I don't know, but I suppose they are all soccer players"

Me: "Do you like, have a profile of those people? To make sure they are pure soccer players?"
Staff: - signal a white shirt staff and whisper something in her ears-

Manager: "They are all soccer players, really."

And I thought all staffs should be well-trained? Why should they confirm with someone else before answering questions? Fishy told me I'm definitely going to be on KFC's blackmark list for asking intelligently-crafted questions like this several times (I ask them before at another KFC).

When we walk out of the store I notice that the poster they put up to advertise their egg tarts has two different type of eggs, one type is brownish yellow and the other one is white, so Carol and I reach the conclusion that the brownish-yellow ones are the chicken eggs with shells, and the white ones are either duck egg or hard boiled egg, which doesn't make sense because the the staffs just told me they use chicken eggs, and how do you ever make tarts with hard-boiled ones? I keep in mind to ask them about this in the future.

I drank four cups of milo at the stadium. And I got very annoyed at everyone cheering and making so much noise. I see a possible cause of noise pollution somewhere here. Can't RGS girls keep their mouth shut just for one sec? Is it that difficult? I don't care all the crap about showing support and love for the school because I do not like the school AT ALL. I didn't even know those people in the school are so noisy and rowdy. And I see no point sports fest. I bet if the school didnt make it compulsory, only a small percentage of the school will turn out. Even Carol's dad told her to sneak out of the stadium and go home.

Sport fest is totally useless, what exactly do you do there? Get bored and have your eardrums burst by hundreds of people shouting or by the speaker right next to you while watching people run and trip. And despite asking the teacher managing the speaker to turn down the volume TWO times, the volume still remains so loud. I doubt that the Tao Payoh residents even appreciates the stupid cheer those people gave them at the end of sports fest. Plus the cheerleader's dance ain't even coordinated! Look at the pompoms! I bet China can do so much better than them, and China wont choose sucky songs like Barbie dolls or whatever for their cheerleading dances. The Buckle cheer itself was stupid. It was suppose to have a tune according to what my class did (something I didnt participated in) but when I hear those people cheering it yesterday, there was no tune at all. I can't even make out some words of the cheer.

The good thing was, of course, me and gang crowded around this table at the IVP's stand (where the teachers were sitting comfortably at their chairs) to watch the stuffs going on. We are enjoying the same privileges as the teachers while other people cheer and cheer away. (I didn't bother cheering, I was laughing rather sadistically at the other people who are cheering.)

I like that railing seperating the seats. I like jumping over it! (Carol lol she crawl under it :D)