Just Jie Yang now.

I received the most greetings this year

Spent whole day messaging, catching up with friends I haven’t talked to in ages.

Thank you Wei Sheng Tianyu Ling En for coming to surprise me! My legs now have weird islands of hair thanks to you three.

Thank you to

ZELEI (You’re number 1 at precisely 12AM)
ANGLIFERN! (Number 2 at 0002. You’re cool man, sms me in the middle of Mayday concert.)
XIASHUYANG! (YOU’LL BE EIGHTEEN TONIGHT TOO!)
WEILIN! (Nice meowsical composition.)
JIAYING! (Everyone has 2 biceps except me.)
TENGYI!
ERIC! (TMD, both of you wish me grow taller.)
ANDRE! (Heard you flirting with other girls ah…)
PHOON THIN WAI!
DARREN WONG! (siala 5am. A bit extreme.)
SOH WEEKIAN (wish me 4 times what the hell.)
NAVYWAN! (Salute.)
SARAH! (Chillax la. Don’t get too stressed.)
LEROY CHAN. (Siala. My honour.)
TIGERLILY! (Our birthdays are so cool!)
ADELINE! (Wah siao I’m damn determined to write you a parting angel-mortal letter.)
FELLYTAN! (Ipod touch Ipod touch Ipod touch)
My aunt, doubt she’ll see this anyway.
SIYU! (Eh I want angpao.)
YINGMIN YOU ARE THE BEST! (Happy?)
CHENCHI! (Why your deardear never wish me also haiyo.)
KEVYNA! (What the! Primary school for the win.)
RANDYYYYYYYY! (Tomorrow treat me leh. Siao.)
DARELL!
MARK!
LEONG! (Don’t try to wax your legs too man.)
XIAO YIMING! (What the! Primary school for the win x2)
ANZAI! (Handsome like you. My dream, my aspiration, my goal.)
DAVIN WANK (Siala bro. We’ll always maintain our height disparity.)
CARIN! (I feel damn paiseh la wahkow.)
GLORIA TAN (WHAT THE HELL MAN. This is the stunner of the day.)
AMANDA! (Double wishing wahsiao. Plus present. I feel honoured leh. I’m not even Ringgit Man.)
LIM ZHEN! (Thank you for reminding me why I shouldn’t have gone HC IP…)

Oh and the people who wished me on Facebook as well. The horrors of replying man, I shall just do a general thanks to:

Selina! Cheng Teng! Hong Sheng! Yuyu! Yi Chao Wahlaneh! Derek Lim! RANDY WEISHENG WEILIN! Vice cap! PWP! Lijie! Clement Pin Yan! MY ELDEST BROTHER!!! Chong Tee! Yifoong! Wei Han! Zhong han! Zixin! Jia Hong! Louisss! TAISOON! Nicole! Xian Jie! Yip Yang! JIAMIN-HONEY! (LOL) PANGKHANG (Wah siao 4A for the win.) Chiki! Galvin!!! Zi Kang and Nigel and Collin!!! (Wahsiao scouts for the win) Yun Heng! Wilfred! Zhen Yang! HOWARD!!! Zijie!!! Martin-all-good-things-end-with-A! ANTHONYYYYY! Jonneo! CheXiong! MR.SUNSWINE! CaiMing! Poonzai! JIAKLORHMEE! MinJUN! Wayneee! Hu Yuan!

And Xiao Tian for tweeting to me his greetings!

Definitely, definitely the best few days of my life

Went temple today after my (possibly last) tuition session. Today is another pensive day. I think every Saturday is a pensive day. Shit la. I think I will miss school a lot. 12 years of formal education, 1st 6 were plain retarded, next 4 were highly influential, second last was fun and the last, superb. And it’s such a shame that my eyebags decided to take centerpiece of my face on such a beautiful camwhoring day. I look either perverted or punched (in one eye) in nearly all the photos.

The best class guys one can ever ask for (4A’07 had 35… but still.) Of course Iype is included. Just that he’s not here for some reason.

Aha. Found one with him.

Soultimate form teacher. Can’t believe she was so anal and uptight at the start of the year.

Okay fine. One photo of my ugliness. Ready?

With the quiet clique. Sheilala I love your face.

It was meant to be a three-petaled lotus… then Sheila decided to be the fourth.

Punched eye for the lose.

And earlier that day…

Mrs Cheng!

At the end of it all I’m pretty thankful that we blossomed as a class.

Yufei has got some pretty good photos this time, pray that she’ll faster send me SO THAT I CAN DESIGN CLASS TEE (as well as look at my unglamness).

I was wondering what I wanted to blog about yesterday, but I couldn’t remember all the way till today, so here I am now. Basically, two days ago was the start of the Hungry Ghosts’ festival/7th Month, right? Right. And yours truly here, mugs in isolated classrooms in school after school till evening time right? Right. And I have no freaking idea why, but I was at B303, the classroom near the science blocks, doing my Maclaurin’s alone after GP remedial, and suddenly I heard weird beeping noises, like those of a thermometer. Now this is just not right. And while it’s hardly supernatural because no one would scream at the sound of a thermometer’s beeping, I got rather irritated so I just went home early.

And right now I’m pretty energized because I slept at 11 and woke up at 0830 this morning, so my yang energy is high and supposedly I will not attract ghosts (which like yin energy, which is emitted apparently when you’re high on fatigue). But I’m really really relaxed, I haven’t done much work since yesterday night, and I don’t exactly regret it, yesterday I went through like 7 essay outlines in total, completed integration finally, and well, I kinda feel good about it. Like my life is nearing the track but not on it yet.

And I suppose I want to thank my tough mindedness for allowing me to hold out this far. I’ve been quoting my tough mind for a soultimate number of times already. It amuses me that the personality profile for the PSC-PAE test is so accurate in pointing out that when I do work, it would be in my interests to develop a sense of empathy and not neglect the subtle emotional elements of the surrounding people, rather than lapsing into the cold and uncaring person that I am, but I don’t really now how to work round this? I suppose this lack of empathy, accentuated by my tendency to mainpulate people to advance my own interests, is actually quite a good combination for producing results. But then again, I lack smooth social skills, so perhaps next time I’ll be successful but unable to curry my boss’s favour. Oh dear. So based on this, I came up with a few jobs that I can execute well (possibly):

1. Interrogator (in times of war and for internal security)
2. Mercenary/Ninja
3. Maid abuser
4. CEO of any company (lack of people to answer to)

To think I used to need career guidance. Utter nonsense.

It seems like a rather short period of time left, but the sense of urgency has been there for so long I’m desensitized to it. Somehow, my teachers, save for Mrs Cheng and Miss Yan, have not given me much reassurance towards a secure, predictable grade. I really want that A and that A and that A as well, and I kinda hope it’s a package thing so I’ll get that A and the last A as well, and maybe dear god can throw in a distinction for H3 as a nice freebie.

Today’s double timed practice was a shocker, made me realise the futility of reading and remembering concepts but not the actual write-up, I remembered only half of the right details for Biology, but that was alright taking into consideration it was a one-night stand/threesome with my Apps booklets.

Econs was horrible.

And somehow… for Math there’s a pretty weird feeling towards it. I feel like I can solve it but I don’t think I can under stress. Having math consult with Mdm Ng isn’t exactly inspiring either. I just wonder how Qiao Yue or Edmund or Randy or Wei Sheng can just synthesize solutions on the spot, and remember questions after that. It’ll be magical if I could do that, seriously. After completing Vectors and Integration this weekend I’m just gonna go straight into Prelim Papers already.

But that’s if I have the time to spare. This is so darn depressing.

Showed the class photos of “my memories” in CT today, realised that I looked much more gaunt compared to say… 6 months ago. I swear my cheekbones are more pronounced now. While other people gain weight when they become dormant during mugathons, I actually lose weight. How desirable is that, seriously.

Ate KFC and did class montage over at Wee Shang’s house today. As we looked through the photos, I can’t help but thinking that there are indeed drawbacks to having a main photographer for the class, a.k.a. Chen Yufei, which is the fact that >75% of the photos contain herself. As in there’s nothing wrong in taking photos with herself, but in the context of a class montage it’s quite a tough business since it would be discourteous if there is Yufei, or any other person for that matter, in more than 50% of the photos. But I really think Wei Sheng’s a fantastic man, at such close proximity to PreTOOTs (it’s a vulgar word now), he’s still spending time doing the class montage, while I haven’t even done up the class tee shirt.

And I realised this week is quite crazy, tonight I have to pump out Regression tutorial + Econs tutorial since we’re running Monday’s timetable tomorrow. And I won’t be able to study for Apps and Macro test full drive since there’s H3 prac after class tomorrow (which means added exhaustion). I’m running on two cans of coffee now, so yeah, that speaks quite a lot of my energy levels.

But still, I can’t help but looking at this from another perspective, that is… I will have less and less to study closer and closer to PreTOOTs if I study more and more everyday leading up to Judgement Day. It seems like a more rewarding view towards life, at least.

This year’s national anthem was quite brilliantly sang, I could feel the Majulah in Majulah Singapura, which I hadn’t felt in quite a while. It was like singing Hwa Chong school song for the first time (after that it just sounds kinda weird). I thought the revised version of “Stand Up for Singapore” was kinda great too, and overall there was a nice feeling to the parade, so good job, Ivan Heng.

Thought about whether I would want to stay in Singapore all my life. And well, answer is no, simply because absence will make the heart fonder and I think I would want to travel around before deciding where I want to settle (that’s if I have the financial capabilities in time to come). But for now, I don’t think I wanna leave my friends behind. (You may go “awwwww…” now.)

Which is kinda strange because I have friends like them.

Just kidding. They’re great people.

And although there is the NDP, this national day seems otherwise, normal. I was unable to feel the spirit of a good day coming or anything, even with the increased decor around the neighbourhood (that increased my doubt that government funds are prudently used). I guess next year it’ll be different when I am an army boy. Then I will be able to scoff at the people at parade and update on Facebook and Twitter that all those are just for show. And next next year I may get to participate too, and be the marker because I’m so tall. Yay. That’s what I see.

Gonna finish up my chem with the strength of a million now. Goodnight.

National Day celebrations today, I wonder why we didn’t sing the new National Day song, What Do You See/Le Kua Simi. But it was quite hilarious to run down to sit at the stage, stare at Artemis people who I do not know, place my arm around a complete stranger that’s Dominic’s friend (and I know as Handsome), and sing. Took 15 minutes to walk to LT3, where there was this awesome speeding through the notes (read: mindf__k), and then went out for lunch.

Ate a GM chicken leg (it was like as big/bigger than a turkey’s), while Darrell ate 30 bucks worth at Shokudo, including transgenic salmon. Randy had BT corn for dessert. Then dear Darrell leaned against this closet by his seat, and blacked out half the restaurant. The managers only restored half of the lights that went out when we left, which was kinda hilarious because the darkness provided an atmosphere which was intruigingly disturbing.

Pangseh-ed the guys when they went to watch Public Enemies. Went back to school, attempted to do my GP compre but fell asleep, woke up, was so groggy that I was spluttering random stuff till I washed my face, and proceeded to do half of the compre before I went home. Now I’m doused with fatigue, a result of the 3 midnights I had running in a row. Should I repeat it tonight? Maybe I would if I want to commit suicide by overworking. Now that would be a stunning display of our nation’s traits, a.k.a Si Bei Chiong.

I just sent Wang Kaiyuan off at the airport. Maybe I wasn’t exactly like super close to him. But he was one of my first China buddies that I made friends with after chionging down 6-7 flights of stairs everyday to eat at the 10 minutes break, then chionging back up all in good time for the next lesson at 1210. Played quite a bit of basketball in Sec 3 too, during the 1st break, he would do all those ball freestyles. And in Sec 4 he and Chiakai would niao this guy called Cheng Kiat, randomly shouting ZhengJie and then begging not to get bashed for their audacity. He’s really a 普通的中华人。 But he was my friend that went to America today for a better future at the University of Illinois, where he’ll do engineering there and share a dorm with a black guy. He promised us that he would stay in the hostel to mug and not go for all the “parties”. He’s probably at Manila at transit now… and the next time I’ll see him will be in the middle of next year or so (while I’m devoting time to the nation). Looking at how his mum waved bye, and how he looked back at us quite a couple of times, I can’t help but think of whether I would follow a similar route, and would all the friends I have now be there sending me off.

Anyway, tomorrow’s National Day. It seems quite stupid to look back at a time like this, but I guess since we’re considering if we should perform for prom, I had better put this up to remind you all of our blooming success last year, and that we should probably try erm, not to spoil the record by performing again. Cheers.