Life of the psychologist and air stewardess...

Hi y'all. I just made two friends recently. One is a glitzy psychologist who owns an appartment in Orchard Road, the other is an air stewardess who doesn't really live anywhere around that area. She says that she prefers to spend more time in a better place: the skies. And with the luxuries of the business class at her feet (when the planes happen to be empty), she does see herself as comparably affluent as the psychologist. After I got to know them all, they asked me to tell you all more about them...so here goes...

Psychologist
Hi there! I'm Dr. See U. Mainde. I'm 27 and single. Well, can't help it if most of the guys you go dating with never want to see you again after the first date. One admitted that it's scary to have someone evaluating your state of mind all the time. Sheesh...I never really believed in dating anyway. Who wants to date a guy who's got a mild case of schizophrenia (usually those who don't go shopping cause they become different creatures when they actually do), obsessive compulsive disorder (the type that insists on pulling your chair out for you and opening the door for you. I can see right through them...they just want to make sure that you're sitting bang on the middle of the chair and that you don't open the door anything less or more than 90 degrees). I can go on and on with my deep knowledge of psychological complexes, but hey, I'm not giving you a lecture right?

I spend hours studying the frailty of the human mind. For example, outside my office, I secretly watch men watching pretty girls. I take photos of people taking photos. I try to study them and make sense of such peculiar phenomenon. To me, it's worthwhile...because I'm sure that my research will one day save humanity.

Many people lust for my job. They see it as the easy way to be a doctor, without getting your hands messy with blood and bile (my friend once got gastric juice in her eyes...what a dope). Not only that, the clothes you don, the specs you wear, and the huge library of books behind you make you look so intellectual. Who can resist that image? It's the best you can get out of so many years of (painful) education, as well as the many mental traps that await you during those (tumultous) years! For example, confusion and disorientation from the thousands of hormones you have to learn, fatigue from the late mugging sessions, and the typical insanity that comes from studying about insane people. If you're looking for satisfaction and fulfillment in a job, then psychology is for you!


Air-stewardess
Namaste! Sawat-dee! Bonjour! Ni Hao! I just greeted you in so many languages! This is part of my colourful job scope!

Oh and speaking of a colourful job scope, you gotta check out our uniforms. They're just magnificient! They're all in myriads of colours, and they hug the body so comfortably. Being an air-stewardess is the perfect job for a bimbo who can't help but be the centre of attraction!

What do I mean? Well, you must be prepared to meet cheeky men who ring the assistance bell to tell you that it was a mistake, or men saying that you're more delicious than the meals provided (irkkk), or just plain idiots who trip on you when the plane hasn't taken off yet, and then blame turbulence. With the promise of soooo much attention, there's no wonder my job is getting more and more attractive!

To be qualified to be an air-stewardess, you have to look good physically. A pretty face is a must so as to pacify the dirty desires of our male passengers (especially since they make up the bulk of the passengers), and so is a slim and svelte figure. You must be tall enough to put those short fart businessmen to shame when they need to put their luggage in the compartments. Those are the primary qualifications: No certificates of education needed; basically no brains needed (this IS the best job for a bimbo!). Training will include how to walk perfectly normally during turbulence, serving food to all types of passengers with a smile, regardless of their intelligence or appearance, and basic sky diving in the case of a techinical difficulty while in air.

If you're looking for the perfect job which offers you fun and fulfillment, then air-stewarding is your job!

Man that is defintely the meanest post I've written in my life. I'm bracing myself for a lot of hate tags! No but jokes aside and insults ignored, why does everyone seem to be changing from wanting to become a psychologist, to an air-stewardess? Is it a case of individual preference, or just some 'let's follow the crowd' thing?

Btw, the line in blue is based on personal experience! Although it's not as despo as it seems...I beeped the bell for Youzhi while returning to Singapore from HK! So it was Youzhi who was the despo one ok!

The three air-stewardesses who came weren't that exciting...they're now in J8...

ARRGGHHH!!!

Oh my goodness, there are not one, but THREE AIR STEWARDESSES coming to my house in about half an hour! Why they're coming, none of us know! But they are Air stewardesses, and they're 18!!! What am I going to do!!! ARGGGHHHH!!!!

American Idol

Yup, it's the new season, and we get the same old jokes all the time. I tell people that the best parts in the American Idol are the first few episodes and the last few, because the first few are really really funny, and the last few are really really exciting. But after watching this show like an addict after so many years, I cannot stand the idiocy of some people that this show has managed to attract so well through the auditions.

The candidates that come from near and far are very interesting characters. There are never two similar people, but those that take the cake are those who do more than just sing (if they can sing, that is). For example, no one will forget the ventriloquist girl who sang through her puppets, or the Michael Jackson act done just yesterday, where the guy sings and then starts dancing amazingly. Such out-of-the-blue performances can be very refreshing...especially for te judges. But one certain type of candidate I cannot stand, is the over-zealous, conceited or deluded type. They swarm into the audition venues like bees. Previous seasons have not been spared either. I'm sure many of us saw the horrible Rhonetta yesterday. For someone to come dressed up baring tonnes worth of lard and skipping around like a kid is acceptable and tolerable to a certain extent. But acting like some Queen when she steps into the audition room is disgusting. The worst part is that she didn't even stick to one song: she started with that cursed Britney Spears Oops I did it again song, didn't respond to the judges, and then she busted everything else. When she's turned down, the words that come out of her mouth are not fit for young ears like me (good thing it was censored). And the way she went on and on about what injustice they did to her by not allowing her to reach the top of the charts...atrocious.

And other like-minded people would follow a pattern similar to this...

Judge: Hi...what's your name?

Candidate: Name's ___________

Jduge: Very well...so why are you here?

Candidate: To be the next American Idol (is that not cliche enough?)

Judge: So what makes you different from the others then? Why are you the
next American Idol (the judges are begining to prick the guys ego)

Candidate: Well, I have a voice that's just like Clay Aiken/ Rueben Studdard/ Fantasia/ etc, or maybe even better. In fact, I have the best voice in the world. When I sing, the dead come to life and flowers spring from the ground (read Asterix: He'd probably get the same effect as Cacophonix.)

Judge: So what song are you singing

Candidate: I'm gonna sing __________ (some ordinary, lacklustrous song that is absolutely unsuitable for a competition, or a song that one of the previous idols sang. Gimme a break. You're not going to sing their songs when you 'become the next American Idol').

Judge: Go ahead....

(Few seconds of cacophonic screaming....before Simon stops them)

Judge: (After reeling from their shock), that was horrible! What was that all about?

Candidate: No I don't think so....give me another chance: I can sing a song that suits my range/ tone/ style/ breath. (the typical plea for mercy before he's spat on)

Judge: No, there's no need to....

(Candidate starts singing anyway, but gets cut off very soon, much to his reluctance)

Judge: The first song was lousy, the second one was no better. You're not fit for this competition blablablablabla...

Candidate: You don't understand! You're making a mistake...I'm defintely the next American Idol! Singing is my life! American Idol is my whole life! I quit my job/ band/ broke up with my boyfriend/ husband, blablabla just to do this, and if I don't get through, I'll break up with my neck!

Judge: I'm sorry. NO>>>> NO>>>>> NO>>>>

Man it's the parts in red that I detest. It seems like their over-inflated egos couldn't gain them the judges pity at all.

In the end, I gather that Americans just do anything to get onto television. From pretending their the best singers, to dancing, to beat-boxing, to dressing up, all they're obsessed with is appearing in front of everyone's TV. What a sick culture.

I think the world of music is being tainted by such characters, and that is soooooo wrong.

But I still like watching American idol :)

Me the Mugger

Yay I finished mugging for Bio. Sure die one...only read through the notes. Haven't checked up the tutorials yet. Arggh

Nevermind. Bio is not about memorising answers but applying your knowledge.

I am currently holding a grudge against SBS for having such conky drivers. I waited half an hour for a bus today, and I saw pairs of 13s coming in single files. Two of them mind you. My 156 took soooo long to come, I probably metabolised my dark chocolate from all the suspense of waiting. So I don't need to rely on PE to do that for me now.

Speaking of PE, how well my day goes is determined by what happens at 9 40 am tmrw morning. I bet tmrw that whatever we do tmrw, be it the stair circuits, or just the tracks, will add up to 10. I think it's depressing contemplating what doom lies ahead of me tomorrow.

Now if I win my own bet, then there's a bad chance that I will not be able to perform in the test. And that'll be another blow to my ego.

I feel such a sense of accomplishemnt, I think I shall get back to noteworthy :)

First day, first reactions

No, I don't look much different. Although I claim I went to a plastic surgeon for 'cosmetic surgery', I just came back with 5 stitches.

So please don't expect me to look like Tom Cruise. I already look like him anyway. And don't expect me to look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Nobody goes to a cosmetic surgeon to look uglier!

The reason why I went to Dr. Medora's clinic was because my cut was apparently jagged. The normal GP didn't dare to do it. Lol. In order to rectify the situation, he needed to make another incision at my skin and smoothen it out, basically just cutting the cut more. But good thing I couldn't feel any of it.

Today, nearly every teacher who knew me came to me to ask me how I'm doing. Apparently, the news spread like wildfire in the staff room. Mr Zach knew about, although he didn't ask anything (acting cool...as if cutting yourself and getting stitches is no kick). Cikgu Fuad also looked at it and asked me what the scar was all about. I managed to get Ms Feng to scrutinize my scar and look at it with intensity. Kewl

Some students also saw it and wondered what it was. The band people saw what happened to me, and many of them asked how I was doing. I'm sure you can all see I'm as fit as a fiddle. Except for PE this wednesday and thursday...shhhhh

On the other hand many people didn't even notice a change in me. They probably thought that it was an extension of my eye brow like many of those who know thought it was. That sounds extremely lame because although I have the unique gift of hairiness, I really can't grow a longer eyebrow over the weekend.

My wound seems to be making remarkable progress. For the last two days, I couldn't raise my eyebrows because it would sting like mad, like my head would be ripped into two parts. Now, I can wink at you and make all sorts of funny faces without worrying. Flexibility is coming back to my face. It's very impotant because I'm not Craig if I can't make funny faces. Imagine, watcing me every morning, seeing a straight face while conducting the morning assembly. That would be frightening, right?

Anyway, I'm looking forward to more pampering tmrw...can't wait to kill the girls with my macho scar!

Btw, the stitches are going to be removed on thursday so it won't like an extension of the eye brow anymore!

My First Cosmetic surgery

Technically it wasn't a cosmetic operation because it was more gruesome.

I was playing soccer and I accidentally jumped into a wire which hit my face and my arm. I got up and picked up the soccer and laughed at myself and next thing I know there's red stuff dripping. So I run to the toilet to clear it up. To my horror, the thing is so deep that it scares the daylights out of me.

OAC helped me to clean the cut, and they all felt queasy trying to put the alcohol swipe. It was quite funny seeing other people feel my pain. After that, thanks to the kindness of Julian's mom I was taken to Bukit TImah clinic with Mrs Lim. My parents met me there. The GP said taht the scar was jagged and dirty so she said it would be better to go a friend doctor of her's...Quite a cool guy I found out.

He's half persian half chinese. He looks exactly like Freddie Mercury!!! Well, he was hospitable and humourous. The best part is he asked me "What JC are you from?" and I tell him NJC. He said "Ohhhh....me too. The worst two years of my life." HAHAHA!!! He said that they made them work so much they didn't have enough time for fun. Sounds like me.

Now lets talk about the most exciting part...the operation! AlthoughI had an operation when I was really young for tonsilitis (I can't rmb it at all), the whole procedure seemed foreign to me. I didn't know which side to get onto the bed, the light that hung above seemed ominous, and the ladies attending to me were...oops let's not get carried away. The doctor told me to prepare myself for the anaesthesia because it would be themost painful part of the operation. So, I felt that needle penetrate my skin...and let me assure you it's a totally different thing getting a jab on your forehead from your arm. But it wasn't just once...it was 5 times on different locations. Owing to the cold and slight nervousness, I was breathing irregularly and shallowly. I thought it was going to be worse than I thought. Suddenly, I couldn't feel anythin on my forehead and I felt defiled, that this medecine stole my sense of touch. The doctor tapped that part a few times to see whether the anaesthesia was working before the real stuff began.

He asked his assistants for sharper scalpels, and then I could feel him playing with my forehead and then dabbing gauze on my eyes and forehead. Obviously he was completing the cut and was wiping the blood. I was still breathing irregularly but then I commanded my body to relax. My arms were tensing too but it obeyed my mind and I managed to relax. I could hear the doctor's breath- I decided to follow his breathing. Felt better. At that moment I started to feel bored, and so I started to think about things...I tried saying a prayer but then I realised that...I never completed it because my mind wandered like mad. My breath was at it's lowest. Suddenly this horrible thought came to me: What happened if what the doctor did was afffecting my brain? I tried to add 2 plus 2...yup it was still 4. Tried to remember how sucrose transport occured, then I realisd I hadn't studied it so no point trying...after a while I just stopped thinking and I could only feel tugging at my forehead. Next thing I know..

"Alright, that's it!"

I got up...dazed. I nearly fell asleep. It was so bad that I accidentally invaded the doctor's room when I came out of the operating theatre (there was a patient there...mostly rich tai tai ladies who could afford facials or augmentations o_o). Then another horrible thought happened to me...since I felt disoriented, what happened if my faculty of orientation had been spoilt? At once I tried to remember how to get from there to NJC. Could do it. Tried walking to the nearest toilet and still could do it. So I was quite relieved that I was normal.

IT was a great experience. Really fun. I must thank all those who sent me smses or helped in a way or another. Especially Julian and his mom, Kirby, Van, Ashley, Dency, Alex, Samuel and Mrs Lim for accompanying me. Thanks to those who asked how I was doing like Edo (haha...), Hara, Pauline, Dency and co., Christina, Wanting, Kirby again, Trinetta, Ching Tong, Dorea, and Jiang Ling. I've never felt so spoilt in my life. Haha.

In a defensive response to Eng Hong's question, yes I do listen to rock/pop. As mentioned I listen to Queen, and for your info, they are iconic in the Rock world!!! Erm...but admittedly I don't quite like today's music. It sucks. Though I promise I should listen to Craig David, no? And for one thing, my classical music library is getting stale...I always listen to the same songs. Time to pile it up!

Jupiter while walking home

Ah today was seemingly a fine day. Cause band ended it seemingly nicely.

So good was taht feeling, that when I stuck my earphones into my ears when I got out of the bus, and started listening to the final section of Jupiter (the one which sounds like a space ship flying), boy it felt good. Imagine. Listening to Jupiter and at just the right time, the wind hits your body...you feel ecstatic, like you're flying. Yeah...feel the victory course through your veins.

Sometimes a walk can be made fun when listening to music. I was walking out of the MRT station and just at the right time, the song switched to Darth Vader's theme. And I marched out of the doors, pretending I was Darth Vader with all those troop thingies behind me. Quite amusing.

As for the rest of the day...PE. Haix...running like idiots up and stairs. Then took height and weight. I lost a kilo but I shrank 0.5 cm!!! I can't understand this...I'm getting short! Maaaaaan...

The Pre-U sem audition was scary. I only decided what I was going to speak on when I reached the room...that was when I had seen taht everyone had done research and had printed out their scripts or whatever. It was quite unnerving...I felt like walking out of the room, but since the lit students had to go, it gave me enough time to concoct something. Guess what: I wanted to do something about political apathy among youth...5 other people did that...sigh. Can't remember anything else that happened...too hungry.

Maths is really funny with Ms Wong around. K I tell jokes next time...getting late.

Band: I saw the j1s properly today. Yay. Hope tha they can integrate quickly. We need to be hospitable to them ya...make them feel comfortable. I'm so ashamed that there was this guy staying outside the door not knowing what to do, and I was so absorbed in blabbering about my encounters with Mr Leong and Ms Phua today that I didn't notice him. Really bad of me...better make it up to him...get to know his name or something...

I think Mrs Marianne Tan is really a great teacher. She's got a great conviction to make the ideal NJCian and to help us with our futures. The things she did today just kept on opening my eyes to my inadequacies and shed light on what NJCians are like. That they are the people who perform the worst in interviews is shocking. Sad case la. After that, she decided to teach two guys who were playing with a squeeze ball a lesson, but she made them come up to the stage and explain themselves. darn funny sia...

Ok it's late now...like 1 30am...die ah...got 3.5 hours of sleep left...

Friends will be friends.

It's kinda funny sometimes how a different course in a conversation can converge to what you initially wanted to have. Like I wanted to ask my friend whether he's been in contact with ahem, but decided to ask him whether this guy I saw on the bus was really who I thought it was (btw, it was. I've just found myself another primary schoolmate). But in the end, the topic of our sms exchange gravitated back to the 'intended' topic by him! Quite funny.

But the conversation for a moment stirred up in this particular order; jealousy, distrust, then joy, and finally dismay. Wow, huh? I won't elaborate further but ask me if you want to. But finally, no matter what happens, he's one of my old best friends, and not even the greatest evil can turn me against him. I'm really happy that I communicated with a long lost friend after so long! And now, I can meet another long lost friend! Within the last two months, I have met more long lost friends than I ever have in my whole life.

Lot of things cropping up lately. But lately to my surprise I was recommended (sabo-ed) by Ms Rattna to participate in the Pre-U seminar with some other people in my class. Means that I have to look for Mr Leong, and have him in charge of me again. Woohoo. Tmrw I have a presentation to do for him to show him my aptitude. The topic is on Singapore's worst social problem...any suggestions? I was thinking about ignorance/apathy of the young.

Then I was gracious (stupid) enough to offer to do my history presentation first before Chun Long and Sze Ying. And I haven't startted yet. It's due Thursday. I'm so dead.

If you're really devoid of anything to do on Monday nights, and you're able to watch cable, I recommend you watch Monk. It's a really cool mystery show.

Nuts beter start mugging!!!!!! ARghh! BYE

It's ok to hold up your head, just don't turn up your nose.

A tribute to my first pe lesson and others

So many people are complaining about their first pe lesson i might as wel do so too. Hiak I got Mr Tong again. He was my teacher for first three motnhs last year.Many people are scared of his PE lessons but somehow I don't seem to be particularly intimidated by him, probably because I think all pe techers are as relatively sadistic as him hahaha. And what's more, he seems to be showing me exclusive concern beacuse I'm a problem case. But he;s nice about it...not the condemning type, but he's willing to see through my fitness improvement. Last year, the guys in my class used to joke and say that my body mass has potential to give me a body like Mr Tong's haha! Let's see if I can achieve that anytime soon!

So today's workour was not what I'd consider ultimately strenuous but quite the starter. Two rounds, stretching, two rounds, two sets of 20 push ups (15 for girls) and 2 rounds sprinting exercise thingy. Well, I've become so unfit that I was feeling dizzy while doing my runs...wow. Hopefully, through some discipline and hard work this will become a piece of cake at some point in time this year...sigh

Today's CCA carnival was organised quite badly in the sense that it clashed with the class bonding session. So many people HAD to get ready for their booths; in the end, the senior classes just vanished. Anyway, got to know my junior class and it's got about 25 or something, with 10 guys!! What an achievement, for a class that's normally sparsely populated by males. There are interesting characters: many claim they are half indian, half chinese half malay, but they all bowed dwn to me after what I told them I am. Oh btw, just recently found out that I may have a bit of Afghani blood so I'm trying to find out my family line so I can come to terms with what I am haha. Other intersting facts include sme guy who seems to have a similar likeing to me for the TV serial Monk, some girls who have like 4 dogs, seven rabbits, 3 turtles...whoosh. Haha I got three younger siblings and they're eough to compensate for those number of pets...ooops.

There were not too many recruits this year for band and I hope that more will come. As for practice today, not many year 1s joined us but I hope they come on saturday. Mr Ho seemedto be quite cold towards them, but actually, he usually likes to scare them a bit, and then later he becomes good friends with them, I think. So though they may seem shaken up now, they'll SURELY get to lke him another time. My only concern now is that they assimilate into the band quickly, and that we can adopt them and treatthem in an appropriate manner, reflective of how our seniors treated us last year. I also hope that the parents of these kids will not mind the saturday practices because I know there are bound to be some parents who have been to used to the 5 day work week . Some school impose it quite strictly.

Apart from that, I think I've reached my most exciting time in NJCSB and I hope that this will be my most memorable. I hope that I not only strengthn the bonds with my batchmates, but also be a good and respected senior. More importantly, I must be able to function well as PP now so that we can start getting our 'new' band on track.

To NJCSB, let's do it!

Doomsday by food?

Now this is weird. Just when I thought that Arrogant Worm's 'Carrot Juice is Murder' was a joke, I got a shock when I was watching Kids Central (heeheehee). There was this plasticine advertisement by the Vegetable lovers Society made in conjunction with NYP was about some kid veggies telling us what they want to be when they grow up, and just at the last part when all the kids chorus that they want to grow, a knife cuts off the scalp of the carrot, who has a wide-eyed shocked look. A message appears saying "Everyday, millions of vegetables are killed" or something like that.

I hope I saw it properly, but am I being a fool by saying that this is a challenger to the animal cruelty movement? Now we have people thinking that there is such thing as cruelty to vegetables? So, if my inferrence is correct, one group of people think that we should not eat animals but be vegetarians, while the other group implores of us to feed on the flesh of animals and spare the 'lives' of vegetables, which supposedly are more nutritious. I'm still wondering if this is a parody or truth.

For all you know, the end of the world will come because these two parties can't agree with each other and take up arms...haha.

Speaking about doomsday, I just watched the final episode of Sonic X's third season and boy was it exhilarating! For the first time I see Super Sonic in action, but a bonus to that is having Super Shadow join forces with him! The battle scenes between the two ultimate lifeforms namely Shadow and the Biolizard were gripping, especially with Chaos control moves being employed and animated so effectively. Although the dialogue is corny as usual, it still managed to sum up the story of Shadow and Maria. It wasn't that smooth though, but the action was superb and was further intensified by the shimmering colours of Chaos energy flying all over the place...hehe.

Just to summarise the final part, when Dr. Robotnik tries to activate the Eclipse Canon to destroy the Earth, instead it shuts down and locks the Chaos Emeralds. Dr.Gerald Robotnik who was Dr. Robotnik's grandpa says that the Space ARK colony was going to hurtle towards earth and combined with the power of the chaos emeralds and Eclipse Canon, it would destroy the world. Dr. Robotnik is then forced to team up with the other Sonic heroes to retrieve the emeralds while Knuckles uses the Master Emerald to shut down the energy from the Chaos emeralds. Meanwhile, Shadow reappears in front of Amy, Chris and Mr Tanako to tell them that he wouldn't allow Sonic to succeed because he was destined to have revenge on planet Earth for taking away his best and only friend, Maria. Chris tries to persuade him that he was truly given a heart and that it was actually his destiny to save the people on Earth. After hitting Chris twice during his pleas, Shadow's final repressed memory is revisited, where Maria tells Shadow to look after the people on Earth like Dr. gerald Robotnik had originally created him to do. In a touching moment, he catches Chris' body as it collapses for a final time before he meets Sonic in the room where the emeralds are stored.

AFter braving many traps leading to that room, Sonic is faced with a bigger problem. A monstrous lizard on life support denies them of entry, and apparently this lizard is no ordinary monster: it's the prototype ultimate lifeform. Shadow instructs Sonic to take care of the emeralds while he distracts his so-called equal. While the two are fighting viciously, Knuckles communicates with the Master Emerald to cancel out the powers of the chaos emeralds powering the Space ARK's course. Succeeding, the ARK stops momentarily and they cheer, but not too soon after that, they hear the Biolizard roaring and dematerialising. Suddenly, the ARK starts moving at blistering velocity once again. Apparently, the Biolizard had Chaos controlled to the outside of the ARK and was providing the thrust to continue the ARK's flight to Earth.

As people on the Earth watch helplessly from below, Sonic and Shadow are aware of their final option. Absorbing the energy from the chaos emeralds, they transform into their super-egos. They start attacking the Biolizard's life support. They suceed in destroying the Biolizard, but their final task is to stop the ARK. After charging up like mad, the two hedgehogs use Chaos Control on the ARK. Sonic uses his newfound Chaos control abilities, but the more experienced Shadow gives it his all, and in the process, he doesn't survive. But the ARK has been restored to its original stable position.

No one quite knows where Shadow is and whether he died, in fact they don't even know he's the real Shadow. Of course I know what happens after that after doing some reading up, but I hope that the next season will help to explain these few mysteries.

So who says that Sonic has a narrow storyline and is for children?

Oh

Hey, no one is updating at all...because they're all busy doing unfinished work.

I'm slacking now. I've only just completed one Bio concept map although I reached home at 4 30. That means there are 9 more to go, all much bigger topics. I should just give it up and hope Mr Zach Lim forgets...which I doubt he'd do.

Question: Are they really going to check our Maths Holiday package assignment thingy? Cause it seems like they're all rushing through numerical solutions...and my teacher still isn't back from his operation. Maaan...so deeaaadd. But I'm glad I'm done with my Organic Chemistry! It was so fun doing it! It was such a breeze! I mean the questions that I actually did (totals up to about 20% of all the tutorials...)

I'm so glad I end at 12 30 on Fridays! HAHAHAHA!!!

School life

NJC has become a brilliant array of colours now that the freshmen have arrived. It's a nice feeling to see the kids so er...happy in school. As for me, the fact that I'm now a senior hasn't sunk in. Perhaps it will next week when the J1s start choosing their CCA.

Ok, about what I said earlier on about kids being happy in school, it's actually quite hard to tell. Orientation lasts for two weeks, and this whole week is totally allocated to boring talks on subject combinations, discipline, CAAL, blahblahdeblah. Interestingly, the college is conducting fake (I mean mock) lectures to let the students get a feel of the subjects so they can choose what they would like to take. Supposedly that is TJC's method. The fun only starts next week, where the whole 5 days will be spent on games games and nothing but games. How good does that get? HA! I hope they all have to suffer a more rushed pace of lessons.

As for me, the only difficulty I'm having now is getting a decent amount of homework done. I'm doing quite ok la, but that can't save me from being the butt of mockery amongst the 2 other guys in my class. Idiots are not helping at all. My class has finally gotten a classroom. We inherited the seniors classroom, TA25. Finally we're free from having to use a Physics lab as a CT venue. Life was sad back then...

Man...I can't believe I'm going to be senior next week! It's like...I'm giong to be a FATHER! Ya well, I've been taking a look at the little kiddos, and they seem to be in quite a bland mood currently. Apparently, the talks and boring fake lessons aren't very appealing (I can totally understand kids. Imagine what I go through everyday). But when I asked my Anderson juniors what they thought of their first few days in school, they surprised me by saying that it was great and the school spirit was super. Yeah right. Wait another 4 months and all that will change. But anyway, while they're still donning their Sec school uniform, the most I can hope for them is to have as much fun as they can even though they seem to be under the illusion that NJC is downright fun. I still remember myself in my ASS uniform dancing like a jackass last year like there was no tomorrow, belonging to the best class in NJC, 05S23, making new friends, and enjoying a place in my new CCA. Life was blissful. Now it's pissful (sorry for the rude pun).

Mr Menon acted funny with me today, but not in a man-to-man way. He made me famous in 3 seconds. Went something like this....

Setting: Parade Square, 8.40 am.

The band has finished playing the National anthem and announcements have been read. Mr Menon comes up to instruct students on the procedures to the temperature-taking exercise.

Mr Menon: Alright people, blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla (crack a joke somewhere in between)blablablablablablablablablabla. So please take out your thermometers and check your temperatures. Your CTs will come down the row and record your temperature. Members of the Symphonic Band, please inform your teachers of your temperatures after you've taken your temperatuers.

Symphonic band members do not respond because they left their bags in the band room, where their thermometers lie. Mr Menon spots that and makes another plea.

Mr Menon: Band members, please. Craig and company, please check your temperatures and inform your CT.

(cue: whole band laughs like mad)

I tried my best to keep myself composed, although I was well aware that not only my band members were tickled pink, but so were my classmates, teachers who knew me, girls who admire (poooi) etc. But I bet the person who found it the most funny was Mr Menon himself. He apologised to me later in the canteen, and I told him in a sincere tone taht it was ok, but he should never pull that stunt again. And for the first time in a long time did I see him laugh.

I never knew that conducting a band every morning would make me this famous. All the teachers seem to know me. Why??? What did I do??? HAHA. Anyway it seems that I always make my mark in every school I go to, like in Primary school, when I joined the story telling competition, beacme vice head, and secondary school when I apparently memorised a whole page of script in three days before my IPW presentation to the whole school (man the teacher made me famous too), and also my Jungle fantasy solo. OOOOps I shall stop singing my praises. Haha but I gotta admit, from my angle I find all this very amusing. Now, all I gotta do is to be smart so that I won't get embarrassed if a lecturer asks me to answer a question during the lecture.

To end this off....I hope that the little kids and I enjoy my first three months, before the school becomes FULL GREY (the term synonymous with full U in NJ). Hope that March doesn't come too sooon....