Just Jie Yang now.

Good Things Don’t Last Long.

Miss Yan: “There’s a star in all of us.”

One of the nicest photos in a while

I’m actually kinda depressed that I have no photos of me going up. HC Photosoc I need help.

I think I look better when I’m not smiling. Compare top and bottom.

With volleyball mates (top) and 71 guys (bottom).

MY OLD CLASS SIALA.

For comparison’s sake.

And all these great people. Still got loads  more locked up with Leize and Seeyoo. And a handful in my own camera.

And I just feel so fine knowing this class is mine.

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.

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.

WordPress feels unhomely at the moment because it’s user interface is just so much more than Blogger’s, or LJ’s, but that’s kinda fine because it’s only a matter of getting used to. I have no intention of really abandoning TSS, it has after all, followed me through the last 2 years of my life, and  being able to import 2 years of memories in like <5 mins to my old WordPress is quite demeaning in a sense.

Anyway, this is one of idols. Edmund Poh. Nearly everyone is worth being my idol now, there’s like CommandoSoh, ZehOMG, Chou Dog, many others on the list, each with a value I want to imbue in myself too. Today morning was just disastrous like last night, I spent it re-reading 3 websites on my H3 ILP, nearly 7 times. Almost died because nearing the end I realised that the websites contradicted one another. One of them seemed to say that the end product of an enzymatic reaction binds back to the active site, which is illogical. So I kinda did slipshod work, much like the GP handout which Sheila kindly apportioned a small part to lessen my workload.

Yeah. And this kinda sucks. Went for my first GP tuition session yesterday, it’s not significantly more than a Miss Yan’s lesson, but I supposed it is great, because the teacher is unassuming of my language abilities, and treats me like a noob, which is what I want. I am a noob in the first place, and I particularly felt it when I had to fill in my GP grade on the registration form. It was like… S. Compared to the wonderful J1 days of scoring Bs and Cs without much effort, my paltry grades have left me quite stranded. Caught up with Siyu after a week of not seeing her in school, felt kinda great because lately I’ve been missing out on meals with my friends, like on Friday evening when I went home to rest instead of chilling with 79 mates. Went home, completed my GP written assignment, and I felt so bad after completing it, I wanted to just crush it up. There was this total lack of structure and everything I was ashamed to write my name on it. And I apologize to you in advance, Miss Yan.

So yeah. Now there’s like this like foaming pile of homework, for every hour that passed it just grew heavier. And the notion of having to rush out the Chem Revision Worksheet tomorrow after a tenuous day simply because the Chem Rep didn’t collect it, is not delightful at all.

Mom’s back, meaning lunch is ready. Yay.