besides still being in contact with my ex-classmates, i realised i pretty much have nothing to do with Ngee Ann Sec anymore. i didnt sign on for any alumni stuffs and i didnt really go back to school for any special events.


there's homecoming today, but i'm not going. most of my friends aren't anyway, so it'll probably be boring for me if i go. $12 for the tickets is pretty cheap but since it's held in school, it's not so much of a grand thing.


maybe 10 years from now, i would. :)

Free

it's thursday already. it's gonna be friday tomorrow. i AM supposed to be happy, but funny, i dont feel the excitement that i usually do. still, i am glad it's finally the end of another school week.... and it might just also explain why i'm not exited. it means another week nearer to the deadline of my projects. so many things to be done.

bleagh.

been listening to alot of emo-rock lately. their fab to listen to at times when u just need to blast music to stop thinking for a while.

so much to do. time's passing by much faster than i expected. i'd better whip my ass and start doing some god forsaken rubbish already.

damned weeeeeeeeeeek!!!

i did something bad today.

i skipped lecture. no wait, i didn't skip it. i walked out halfway, like half of my class did. why? well...

the last lecturer for our IFCPROJ who also taught my class PSPS retired, or so she said. she wasn't your perfect kind of teacher, but she was nice, or at least the kind who can listen to students talk crap and not be affected by it. but of cos she could. i mean, she's been teaching for 17 years.

so we had a new lecturer today. i rushed to the lecture theatre as soon as i finished my lunch (which came awfully late *grumbles*) and found this man sitting there with a weird expression on his face. a little bewilderness with a mix of cockiness and a tinge of unfriendliness. all expressed through his face, that is. i thought he was alright at first, until he asked one of my classmates a question(because my friend was talking or something) and when my friend said, "no idea.", Mr -insert name here-( i dont know his name because he did no introduction) went," just get out. go out. go. *actions* go.. go out. go." 1st lecture with us and immediately sent out the 1st person he asked. without any warning. i know. WOAH.

thing is, i know my classmate might have been wrong to talk, but it was barely like 20 mins across the lecture, surely he could give a little warning? and besides, he even mentioned that we're gonna be a playful bunch because the previous IFC batch were playful. hello mr dude~ link please? So of cos, my classmate packed his stuff with the i-dont-need-this-shit-nor-do-i-care face and stood up to leave. then the entire row sitting with him( my other classmates) stood up and left as well. this lecturer stared, and continued, definitely being pissed at that sight. well, he went on, being cocky and stuffs, and honestly, i was bored to tears.

so, my friends around me stood up and walked out. of cos, i long wanted to... and seeing there was no one around me, i...i... I STOOD UP AND WALKED OUT TOO!!! *embarrassed*

I KNOW. I AM FEELING GUILTY AS IT IS ALREADY. DONT RUB IT IN.

but this aint some lecture where it'll be really important to listen to. i dont need to know what a scanner or a digi cam is. unless i'm being taught on how to use them, it's really a waste of time. plus every powerpoint he showed us was on our lecture notes. and he wasnt teaching, he was more like, presenting the powerpoint. Thus, well, yeah. thankfully he wont be teaching us PSPS. plus by then,3/4 of the theatre was already empty.

get this straight. i'm not proud of what i've done, but i know it would have really sucked if i had stayed.

everything's gonna be hectic from next week onwards. there's gonna be so much to do, i dont think i'm gonna have time for pleasure. But right now, i'm not gonna care.

i've cut my hair. And i've decided to paint my nails black. Now just how random is that? :P

i still wish it was a nightmare

*Warning*: The following entry might be disgusting.

i had the worst night ever last night. and by "worst night ever", i really do mean the worst night ever.

it was just another normal night at first. i went to bed at around 0030 and woke up at around 0050 after suddenly remembering that i had to clear the water in the pail under my air-con, which was overflowing by then. when i went back to bed, my stomach started to ache. i thought it was just a normal tummyache so i tried to sleep it off.

but it wasnt. after lying down for a few minutes, i started shivering and sweating at the same time. shivering and sweating? now something's got to be wrong. again, i tried to sleep, praying that it would be over by the next day. but the pain became worse. i dont know how to describe the feeling but it's kinda like having everything in ur stomach jumbled up together and spinning like a washing machine. and.. like there were drummers hitting the stomach walls. whatever it was, it was painful. terribly painful. and it wasnt just the normal type of stomachaches where everything's okay as long as you, well, pass it out. it's way past that level.

at first mom (yea i sorta woke her up with my soft yelping) tried to massage my back and said that i'd feel better after that. NOPE, didnt work. before i knew it, i was puking all over the bathroom (ewww, i know.). and all i could do was, kneel by the toilet bowl, and vomit. my mom tried to get me to stand after that but i just couldnt and totally fell back on the wall, absolutely strengthless. all i could do was go "mommy...how?" as i was trying to catch my breath (i guess this kinda shows how much i need my mom by my side eh?). i swear i would rather have fainted.

later on, when i was trying to take some pills, my dad asked me if i felt that my stomach was bloated or something, and then it started to hurt madly and i totally threw the pills back on the table and dashed to the toilet even before i could answer his question (god, it feels like i can smell the puke now heh). i finally felt better after what seemed forever to me (only an hr, i checked. lol) and this time, managed to get back to bed and sleep.

what a night. mare.

ok let's look back now. what did i eat wrong? everything i had earlier on, there were others who had the same thing. the only thing that i had that no one else did, was.... Oreo with milk.<- *gasps*CULPRITS!!!*covers mouth* but wait. what's wrong with that? isnt it the way u're supposed to go with oreos? twist, lick, DUNK? hmm.

anyhow, i felt alot better this morning (altho there's still a little pain now) and getting back my lab test results made me feel alot happier (i scored a 50/50 :D) . STILL, i dont think i deserved to suffer all that last night. I DONT. I SHOULDNT HAVE TO. I SHOULDNT HAVE HAD TO.

quick update.

i passed all my subjects for e term tests but i merely scraped through for 3 out of the 4 papers.
now that's a good, and a bad thing.

Black Sunday

8 reasons for me to feel dreadful right now:

1) it's a sunday.
2) there's no Whose Line Is It Anyway tonight.
3) school re-opens tmr and i'll have to wait till september before the next holiday.
4) there's this homework that many of us have no idea if it's to be done at home because the instruction said it was supposed to be done only using the school's comp but our teacher only gave us the instructions DURING the holidays and we were supposed to submit it by friday but none of us knew if we were to return to school to do it and now i feel like something dreadful's gonna happen tomorrow because i didnt do it. *breathes for air* wow. that's one hell of a sentence.
5) i wont get to wake up late tmr.
6) the term tests results will prob be out tmr.
7) i know i'll fail at least one.
8) i hate mondays.

1 reason for me to feel happy right now:

1) er.. erm...

anyhow, these are my finalised choices for CDS.
1) French
2) World Issues
3) Sociology
4) Arts Appreciation
5) Fundamentals to HTM

it'd be amusing if i didnt get into any of these choices. amusing.

You Tell Me

i'm supposed to choose my Cross- Disciplinary Subjects that i will take for the next semester. but i dont really know what i'm supposed to do about it because instructions werent clear.

anyhow, these are a few CDS that i have in mind but i cant decide on which to pick ( i need 9 credit units).

1) Freehand Drawing (seems alright since i'm one who likes to draw) -3 credit units
2) World Issues ( i'm terribly interested in this all of a sudden, with what's going on in the world and stuffs)- 3 cus
3) Introduction to Language and Culture -French ( hey it's french! who wouldnt wanna learn that? it always helps learn a new language. plus, i heard that the lecturer is hot. BUT I AM NOT gonna be influenced by that.*coughs* )- 3 cus
4) Introduction to Sociology (hmm. with what's going on around ME, it just seems appropriate.)- 3 cus

Electives:
1) Business strategy and implementation -4/3 cus
2) Customer Relationship Management - 4/3 cus
3) Marketing Intelligence- 4/2 cus

i need suggestions.

this NKF thing is getting serious.

personally, i dont think that Mr T.T. Durai is that innocent. that's just what I THINK. but whatever it is, i think that people should continue to donate because the money goes out to the patients and these patients need the money. people can hate him for all i care but the patients are innocent.

*shrugs*

i was reading Life and i came across one of the funniest news i've read this week:

Scarlett Johansson reportedly pulled out of Mission: Impossible III because Tom Cruise tried to convert her to Scientology.

hahahaha.

Tom, really, you have got to be kidding me.

Guilty Pleasure

met some ex-classmates on saturday and we went to sentosa for a day out. we spent our entire day at Siloso Beach, tanning and playing on land, and in the water. OK, i never thought i would go in. but hey, i got dunked in. oh well. i loved the beach. the sand was so soft, and the sea was...well it looked clean at least. the only thing slightly wrong on that day was that the sun was a little too hot for our own good. thankfully we had tanning oil and sunblock(oh wait, the irony lol.). lots of babes and a couple of gorgeous hunks to look at as well. :) and then shaun, pris and i went to starbucks for a little catch up time after dinner at breeks. what a fab time.

had my current class' bbq yesterday at east coast park. there was some cock up in the meeting plan, and i ended up having to go there alone.plus i'm no street smart kid. i'm a road idiot. THANK GOD FOR THE INVENTION OF TAXIS. i probably got there a little too early though, and it ended up with only 4 of us there, having nothing to do as the conversational topics slowly ran out. and what's best was that it started to pour. go figure.

thankfully, the rain stopped when the rest of my classmates appeared. and i was quite amazed that except for one who went overseas, and the other who, well..had no idea how to go, everyone else from the class showed up. what a success. and almost everyone actually volunteered to do the barbequeing, which was definitely good. my classmates are a funny bunch, but the real star of the night was Jack.. or erm, Jackie Chan,as so he insisted. what a cutie. mischievous and yet so adorable at the same time. i was so in love with him.

did i mention that he's 3 yrs old?

he is. :p but he spoke like he's 7. and yes, those blue eyes. *giggles* Hyper-active little fella who kept running to our pit and throwing whatever he could get his hands on all around. but he was just tooo cute to yell at.lol. we were practically baby-sitting him throughout the night (his parents were at the cafe opposite) and i didnt mind AT ALL. there were a couple of times when our heart almost stopped though. when he tried to dash across the bicycle track to the cafe opposite. he looked left and right, and then ran across. now get this, he should do that. BUT WAIT. there was a bicycle coming and he just ran across! He was probably taught to look left and right before crossing the road but not to ACTUALLY look out for approaching vehicles! so he just stopped right there when we shouted for him to watch out, and the cyclist braked just right before him. PHEW. high maintenance.*wipes sweat*

anyway he played with us till he got attached to us and didnt want to leave when his mom came to get him.hah he actually hid under the table.and erm, ended up peeing in his pants, much to our amusement, AND HIS. LOL. but Jack left eventually. oh i miss him already.however,i had a great time with my classmates as well so all in all, another good day. dammit, i dont want this holiday week to ever end.

i do feel a little guilty for having fun because the people in london sure aint. i'm pissed about what's going on in the world, and i'm pissed that i cant do anything about it. dammit.

i hate racism. dont do it in front of my face.

Peace Is Fortune.

dilemma

i haven't decided whether or not to sell my guitar to Cash Converters. mom said they'll probably pay me like, 10 bucks for it, which is definitely a no-go for me. it costed $85, so the least i could go is 80...or..75 bucks?

then again, should i even sell it? i mean, it's my very first guitar.. and i do feel attached to it. But i want a new one. probably an accoustic one (which will likely be ex). thus the need for the money. and i cant sell the classical one because my tutor gave it to me. and she'd rather do that than sell it to CC. (gosh, the honour..) PLUS, her name's written at the bottom of it and it cant come off. i like it as well!

dilemma.

"Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day "
- Daniel Powter: Bad Day

i'm waiting...
i'm waiting, it's coming
i can feel it in my veins
i'm waiting...
for the sun to shine
again...
for the sun to shine
again

it's been a while.

i found this american punk cd shop at the back of arab street, somewhere in haji lane when i was meeting my client last week. how did i know it was american? and how did i know it was punk? well, the exterior walls were painted to be like the american flag. that's red, white, blue, and the stars. and they wrote some stuffs on the top that said "....only punk.." or something.

how can a shop like that be hidden behind the streets of haji lane? i wanted to enter it so badly but my friends didnt look interested, and i wasnt going in alone because the shop somehow gave me the impression that there'd be a biker-like big guy with tattoos all over his body and piercings everywhere standing behind the counter, staring at anyone who's looking at the cds. Yup, i wasnt going in alone. ALTHOUGH, i did say it was JUST an impression that it gave me. ok i'm a coward.

i wanna go there real soon. so someone, accompany me.

exam week. tmr to friday. bleagh.