Takoyaki!

I really should stop this...

It's Still Raining!

I want to watch The Science Of Sleep!



It looks like the kind of movies that makes one go hunting around Wikipedia for further insight, like Edward Scissorhands maybe. But anyway, I seem to have an apparent bias towards films with an un-painful soundtrack, like Pride and Prejudice.

Today's sports day was cool! I was the emcee/compere/commentator, together with another teacher and Vanessa, and the three of us had the best seats in the stadium. And today I've realized the difficulty of keeping a running commentary of the races, and instead, giving short spasmodic bursts of sub-par eloquance. I think Chee Kit makes a much more enthusiastic and lovable compere than me!

Right now I'm coming up with ideas and designs for the 301 stall flyers/shameless publicity on my blog.



As you can see, I'm still at the experimental stage. Boo hoo.

(My nerves are still shattered by yesterday's debate results! In a good way.)

Photos!

I am so going to flunk my bio test. I just know it. I studied for stuff like secretory vesicles and energy release from mitochondria and everything that came out were on the nucleus and differences between a plant cell and that of some other random micro-organism that has flagelli. And totally missed out red blood cells and their circular biconcave shape with a high surface area to volume ratio. (At least I attempted to say it was concave to have a higher surface area, which is so stupid I know.) So I was walking outside school and passed by the two teachers of my worst-scoring-subjects-that-i'm-supposed-to-score-in who could only manage sad, weak smiles to acknowledge my humiliatition and sheepishness.

Oral presentation today was frustratingly so-so. Only an A2 though; I was SO sad about it during recess since it was so painfully ordinary and mediocre but then I realized that life isn't about chasing A1s and the only shallow one was me. Besides, it was my fault that I panicked during the question-answer session and switched to debate mode, where my teacher, perhaps out of contempt/desperation, questioned my thesis, or lack thereof, forcing me to spit out things like Individuality for the sake of Individualism and whether Alternative Music also meant sad, depressing music, whether the message conveyed about social issues were suitable for younger children, or that commercialisation caused alternative bands to develop an ethos of DIY in order to prove musical authenticity. Which was rubbishy and made the audience increasingly restless.

I'm not looking forward to running through the humidity tomorrow, nor will I be eagerly anticipating the dreaded biology test results. I'll be overjoyed to just obtain 5 marks. And yet I admired the Malaysian students who could take 21 subjects for their O levels. I also dreamt that Xinmin was old and designed much like the backstage of an old theatre like Kallang, and the former principals were all walking through the corridoors and the debaters were hiding from them, and our teacher made us sit on the sofas outside the door of the plush conference room with an old iBook inside to debate. It was weird.

Oh yes. I'm blogging now because Andrea's demanding photos.




Yes that's not a cut-out of Eunice Olsen we're standing next to! My sister was marvelling at the slenderness of her calves.




Pictures of The Mr. Bean Movie Outing:

In which I enjoyed the poking fun at of typical art house films at the Cannes film festivals. I quite like the Mr. Bean concept of getting into trouble, and then resolving it by coming up with something else more original, a la the first Mr. Bean movie. This time he travels around France to the French Riviera and makes French friends with exotic accents. Oh yes, the videos that he took with his videocam was so raw yet sincere in its dishing out of emotions.






And 2 more photos of Andrea's birthday cake:




I had to distract Andrea by apologizing and lying about feeling bad about not getting him a cake when he spotted Angeline and Mingting running hurriedly in the distance carrying his cake. So we gave the excuse that it was for another girl whose birthday was the day before. OK I thought he would fall for it but he didn't -.- must have been the fish soup.
Anyway, we were annoyed enough about the nonchalency about 'oh you got me cake? so many people got me a cake today too like etc. etc.' (or something to that effect) but really I wouldn't know how to respond in that situation too. (Actually when SL presented me with a cake on my birthday at cafe cartel I had to act dumb. Like, 'oh ya, it's my birthday, haha')

And since this was such an inevitably Andrea-centric post, I shall have to neutralize it with other random images.



Domokun's dream after overdosing on panadol.

Small dilemma

I'm supposed to order pizza for an event in church later so I've gone home to wash-up first.

And I'm torn between Canadian, Pelican and Sarpino's, since they are all so close by.

But it's not like everyone would appreciate Sarpino's, therefore, I'll have to rule it out.

And Pelican offers a 12" for about $28.90, and a Canadian's 12" is... also $28.90.

This is so traumatizing.

(I'm top in level for EL :D YES.)

Relative stupidity

Ohhkayy

something really funny (in a stoopid-duh way) happened to me during lessons today. Christine caught the lame bug and asked us what 'ni' was pronounced as, and subsequently, what 'ne' was pronounced as. I was busy wondering whether 'ne' was pronounced as in 'nemesis' or in 'nemo'. So anyway, she asked us what those two monosyllables put together would sound like. (I can't blog the actual combination of sounds since it would be so obvious.) Everyone was laughing when they finally realized the joke and close to a minute later when everyone was doing their own thing, there was a sudden flash of realization and I began to remember how slow I could get. I have to be cryptic here since by blogging about it, I'm spoiling the fun.

The stupidity doesn't stop there; during physics a while later, I began to panic after the sub-teacher told us to start completing our 'dynamics' worksheet (yes those were the actual words) so I got really worried because I thought that they had completed a whole chapter on 'dynamics' when I was gone and had started to go on doing worksheets even, so I was asking the people around me and they all said, Yes we've all finished learning that. So I got really panicky and He Xiang and Jun Hao told me that it was in the Physics textbook so I started flipping the pages feverishly but nope no chapter on dynamics. (At this point I was confused because I had never heard of such a chapter.)

And then after a while I asked someone about dynamics. And she said the teacher was referring to the stack of physics notes and worksheets that we use every physics lesson. Yes, that mundane pile, that collection of bad jokes that physicists love cracking, to the horror of their students. Oh how I groaned in supreme annoyance.

There's more. During Chinese lesson in the computer lab, I was supposed to access the culturetalk forum, but the right forum didn't appear for me so I had to use Andrea's account and I couldn't figure out how to post a response because everything was in Chinese. Then I realized I had been clicking the right button (in frustration) all along so I'm quite worried that I had posted multiple responses. But I don't think so anyway. Sigh...

A few minutes later, when Andrea when to Elizabeth's blog to check out that extensive namelist about the dinner thingy, he kinda got scared and intimidated by the initials that were 10 letters long. Haha

I feel so
stupid

Grass

My goodness. Is it Saturday already?!

My parents are experimental-dessert crazy-happy now! As in, blending honeydew with ice and then puring it over mango ice cream with sago. It kinda makes everything slightly better.

You know...

When you're having a tension-type headache and nothing is working, the only desirable thing to do is read trashy magazines with more pictures than words (since reading adds to the pain) and curl up and sleep wearing lots of layers.

Ugh, I've been getting frequent headaches these days, especially now that SYF is drawing near...
And my mum took me to a neurologist when I was in P3 but he said it's normal for children to have headaches since it's due to stress. In which I question angrily now: can't the stress be reduced? how does it make everything 'normal'?? I know he shrugged and mentioned something about it not being a head injury and that's good enough, but there's no tangible cure for stress-related illnesses dammit. Sometimes, I would rather they slice my head open and fiddle with my brain to make the headaches go away.

Oh yes. Tomorrow shall be a sort of chill-out day for me in which I shall do nothing but practise on the piano. I'm going to switch off any communication device and kill anyone who tries to disturb me.

Mr Yong mouthed 'not bad' after conducting See the Gipsies today! I wanted to scream with relief and joy but it would be rather inappropriate since we were performing (and also it would be just weird if we did that during a practice). See what a compliment can do to us? We kept yakking about it after the performance, since we haven't heard something like that for about a year and a half, mind you. (Actually, the teachers were gushing about Hikariga last year but it doesn't count since we've been singing that over and over again for the past 5 years)

And then I popped 2 paracetamols, courtesy of Marcus. He was like my saviour for that hour! Shortly after, Cat High went on stage to perform their pieces and someone screamed in the middle of the second piece (it was part of the performance) and I felt my headache getting better. However, the pain started to once again permeate from my temples to the rest of my head so I silently writhed in pain in that auditorium.

Interestingly, that was also the 2nd time I've been there. The first was during the Mayor's Shield last year in which some poor spectator's water bottle fell from the cursed auditorium chair-tables, starting at the top of the auditorium, rolling all the way to the bottom rows where the reserves, Angeline and I, sat. And there was this sound of a longsuffering and tortured soul groaning from the top that accompanied its embarrassing thuds. And it kept on rolling on and on for about 10 decks. It was so awkward and funny!! I tried to muffle my laughter using my canvas bag to avoid scaring Angeline whom I didn't really know very well then. I'm rambling.

On songs

I think sometimes song preference is closely linked to how it evocates a particular emotion or atmosphere in a listener. For example, I like listening to 'I'm Just A Kid' by Simple Plan occasionally because it reminds me of the times in Perth with the choir (normally, I would shun punk rockers).

And then again, sometimes it takes the form of 3rd party emotion, like when a particular character in a TV show experiences something and that music is playing which adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the whole feel of things. E.g. when Lorelai Gilmore sits in the hospital as she's getting into labour in 1984, she puts on her walkman and 99 Luftballons by Nena is playing. Which gives everything a coating of nostalgia and further intensifies the eighties vibe.



My sister seems to have inherited my penchant/curse for becoming too 'helpful'. In a sense.