Spirit.

Ended out cluster outing dinner four hours ago, and yet I still feel full beyond words. I am definitely not cut out for buffets. My stomach capacity is only that large.

Anyway, Sports Day was today, and so we didn't have any lessons whatsoever, which was great. Also glad it didn't rain today so we could finish all the intended events (with the exception of the novelty teachers' tug-of-war, because the field was still squishy from previous rainfall).

Our Fibo spirit was really dead today. Hardly anyone cheered, or clapped, or made any kind of enthusiastic noise while our runners ran or received prizes. That's kinda sad.

Congratulations to Fleming for winning today, because they totally deserve it. As far as anyone can remember, Fleming never does well for these events, and therefore they've worked especially hard and now have earned the right to be winners of Sports Day.

Yeah.

Our school really lacks spirit sometimes.

I remember back in MS (I sound old saying this), we'd sing the school song with so much heart, and we'd cheer and have march-pasts and stuff. Now that was school spirit. Then you come here and a lot of people are too proud to admit they want to cheer and yell and scream their lungs out for the sake of their houses. Sad.

Okay short post for tonight.

Adieu.

P.S. Epic LotR music was played during one of the prize presentations today, and it was epic.

P.P.S. Nope, still don't have a sense of direction.

Hardship.

Sitting here late at night even though there's school tomorrow, but that's okay. Holidays are coming soon and I can afford to crash because I've slept so much over the past few days. Browsing through Facebook photos of last night's and today's Hari Raya events, and it kinda really just hit me: We go through so much together.

I'm serious. We do.

There's a picture of our batch (Faiz, Kevin, Insan and I) together, and it hit me like a speeding truck hits a careless jaywalker. We've gone through so bloody much, it's scary.

Every single one of us (the Bruneians in our school) knows what it's like to leave home, leave our families behind, be foreigners in a ridiculously tough-sounding school, to have to learn how to deal with each other, work with people, travel alone, get things sorted all by ourselves. We've all gone through all this character-building crap that is, of course, good for us. All seventeen of us. There's no denying that. There's also no denying that we've got each other's backs, no matter what. Those that cry together, laugh together, and I love how much Bruneian spirit we've got in us. It keeps us going, no matter how much it sucks or how much we miss home.

I can't say I don't miss home as much as I did two and a half years ago, but I'll admit that it bothers me to a minimal extent now. Being here and being at home is like a win-win situation. I'm happy with either, and it's this equilibrium that comforts me.

So, yeah, it's the first day of Raya here in Singapore, and I'm glad we had fun. Everyone's looking forward to going home for Raya in two days, but now we have no excuse to be miserable about missing the first day or two.

I've got a tonne of vlog footage to edit, but it's no chore because that way I know all the little moments we had together won't be lost forever.

We'll eventually all graduate and leave this place. Will keep in touch for a while, but we'll inevitably drift apart, and all that closeness we had once will be left in the dust; something that we know was there but yeah, too bad. But then we'll look at these photographs and watch these videos and smile because they're good memories. Memories we want to keep with us as long as we live, and perhaps even beyond that.

All right, I've said enough.

Night.

P.S. One of the most satisfying feelings ever is buying things to bring home that you know for sure will make people happy.

P.P.S. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, maaf zahir dan batin.

Onset.

Been an idle day today. Brilliantly rainy weather in the morning meant sleeping in, and when I finally did wake up to have lunch with Woan Chyi, I spent the following afternoon watching House and getting better acquainted with charcoal.

The only kind of charcoal I've got are the soft pastel kind, and it's really messy to use because it smudges really easily. But overall I think this sketch of Nightcrawler turned out quite all right, even though I was afraid of killing his hair and face and ended up drawing a hood to cover up instead. Was ready to scrap it, too, just in case I smudged it really badly.

It's not perfect, but I love Nightcrawler. I also love how completely black the black of charcoal can get. It's so brilliant.

Went out afterwards to Auntie Mal's place, because tomorrow's Raya and we like to celebrate things like that.

It's interesting that when they're sembahyang-ing (praying) and stuff, it doesn't bore me to just sit there and listen. When you have no idea what they're saying, it becomes super mysterious yet awesome-sounding. And because we've sort of grown up listening to this stuff, it becomes familiar and kinda reassuring.

Felt kinda bad for the others, because they're starting Raya away from their families, which is sad and makes them homesick. Poor things. It really blows to be away from home when the rest of your family is spending time together doing something you should be there to participate in as well. It's like a huge chunk of you has been ripped out and is floating about in oblivion, waiting for the embrace of the comfort of home. You sort of feel empty, and it's a really shitty feeling.

So yeah.

Going home in a few days though, so we shouldn't feel so bad.

Night.

Spa-Francorchamps 2011

Vettel has just won the Belgian Grand Prix at Spa, and good job to him. Yeah, Finger Boy does it again.

It was probably a breeze though, 'cause when you start pole there really isn't much catching up to do in order to win.

And it's another Red Bull one-two, because Webber did quite a great job too, and poor Massa had a puncture and ended up eighth to Alonso's fourth. Rosberg led for a while at the start, but then ended up behind his teammate in sixth.

I love how Force India's just chilling in the middle field and doing really well despite what everyone thought a few years ago when they first started out.

I think the best driver of the race today was probably Button, for epic catching up at the end, and taking on Alonso for third place with two laps to go, after starting thirteenth. He went up ten places from the start, but that's not impressive compared to Schumi's nineteen-place improvement.

It's Schumacher's twentieth year anniversary since making his F1 debut, and he suffered really bad luck yesterday when a tyre came off his Mercedes during qualifying. Poor guy had to start last, but still nobody doubts his driving ability. He totally deserves to be well-celebrated, because no matter how questionable many of his actions were over the years, he was undeniably brilliant, and brilliant people can be assholes sometimes if they're brilliant enough.

I remember watching F1 in Schumi's heyday as a little girl with my dad, and we'd make little jokes about Button's name and watch Schumacher win race after race. Oh good times, good times.

So yeah, a really mundane day today. Spent most of my time doing an e-learning karangan on and off, and then finally finishing literally minutes to midnight (whoa Linkin Park reference). Also watched a tonne of YouTube videos and went out to buy cereal. I have a strange love affair with cereal.

Singapore's getting a new president, and thanks to that there's no school tomorrow so I get to sleep in some more. Catching up on sleep is fun, but I hate waking up really late, because it feels as if I've missed the day. But oh well, the night is good too.

P.S. Raya's almost here. Hell that was quick.

P.P.S. I missed Kimi today.

P.P.P.S. And oh, the weather was simply divine yesterday.

P.P.P.P.S. STGCC 2011 vlog is finally up, by the way. You can watch it here.

Hypocrisy.

Was just about to type stuff here, when Mr Xie called to say he was locked in the library. At half past ten at night. Talk about dedicated footage editing.

So I went down to look for help, and the security guard guy who does the hostel night shift simply gave me the library keys. That's so nice and awesome of him. Then I braved myself to walk through dark, empty corridors and managed to free the teacher.

I'm not a coward. Or am I? Perhaps I am. But I'm not afraid to admit that I'm less brave than a lot of people out there. I despise horror movies, dislike unnecessary death and gore, flinch at the sight of scary images, and used to hide under the covers and cry whenever my parents watched anything remotely scary as a kid. I'm both scarred and scared. Maybe I'm just sensible enough to not want to put myself through a series of mini heart-attacks and sleepless nights and being unable to go to the bathroom unaccompanied.

I'm good with the way things are, thank you very much. I don't see how being into horror films is going to make me a better person.

Okay, finally done with our Physics and Geog tests and Chem quiz, and I'm hoping I'll pass every one of them, considering there was a thing called time I hadn't managed properly and almost killed me.

Bad decisions needed to be paid for, and that's why I stayed up til three in the morning on Thursday after opting to go out instead on E-learning day. But my detrimental self-destructive time management methods worked, because with finishing my Econs reflections then, I had time to do a bit of Chem and Physics for today. That's why I didn't post last night, because I, unlike a lot of people, actually have to study.

Bit of a busy day for our school today, because as organiser of SAMC (Singapore Amazing Machine Competition) and SDYC (Sustainable Development Youth Convention), we somehow managed to make them happen on coinciding days, so student helpers were needed pretty much everywhere, and a lot of people went around in formal wear and blazers and were generally missing because they had to be at the Science Centre or the school audi as participants or helpers.

Also, a part of NJRC was happening at the Science Centre, which took a toll on the Robotics people, from what I could make out.

So yeah, absentees everywhere, which made teachers very, very frustrated about having to hold make-up classes and administer make-up quizzes and come up with new questions for make-up tests.

But we can safely say that today is sort of like the last day of the term, because next week is almost completely lesson-less, what with public holidays, Sports Day and our Teacher's Day celebration. And then I get to go home with a huge burden of work to do, but that's okay because I don't want to think that far yet. I'm tired and it feels good to be able to relax for a few hours before getting up and going again.

Also feeling sort of sad because next term will be our last term together as a class. Time freaking flies, man.

Okay, good night.

P.S. We're all hypocrites.

P.P.S. Really proud of the way we cooperated and sat together for a while discussing CIP matters today during CCA. #mediaclubpride forever.

Mad Cow.

"The Singapore Red Cross precludes potential donors who have spent a cumulative time of three months or more in the United Kingdom between 1980 and 1996."

That's a line from the Wikipedia page of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, or rather known as mad cow disease. I was on this page the day before, and if I'd have read that line, I'd have sort of mentally prepared for being utterly rejected just now.

It kinda sucks, when you want to do something of significance, that would make an impact on someone else's life in a good way, but they tell you you can't. It's not like you're not good enough, it's just that the circumstances don't let you. And it's just a really, really strange feeling. Sort of a mixture between disappointment and well, more disappointment.

Only one person in our slot could donate, which was just really unlucky. But the other three people who couldn't donate aren't banned for life, and never being able to donate blood is just sad. Jean had low blood pressure, so she couldn't donate either. So much for promising to donate blood together. But the thought counts too, right? A lot of people didn't even bother signing up, and I'm glad we at least tried.

So yeah, that was the highlight of my school day.

Oh, and we had a guy come in for Malay to talk to us about writing and answering comprehension questions. We all sorta like him and enjoyed it. Funny guy.

Now I've got to go and do other things. Should stop thinking about blood donations, and congratulations to all the other donors who've gone through with it. When you don't know what to expect, or how much pain to brace yourself for, it's scary having to bide your time waiting for it to happen.

So yes, courage.

Oh, and the Malay cerpen guy told us a story about this other guy who answered the essay question "Define courage," by simply writing "This is courage" and then handing in his paper. Apparently he aced it. Awesome stuff.

Adieu.

P.S. It's a Wednesday, it honestly feels like a Monday, but all I'll ever remember this day as is "the day my blood got rejected forever day".

P.P.S. I realise that if I really wanted to, I can go and donate blood in other countries, but then again knowing your blood's been rejected is like knowingly jeopardising the health of the blood receivers. Man, dilemma.

The Romance is Chemically Mine.

On a somewhat MCR marathon right now, and I've only just reached Danger Days. Been going since before dinner, and I've gone through Three Cheers, The Black Parade and The Black Parade Is Dead!, and I honestly couldn't be more in love with this band right now.

And it gets better. Wearing one of my MCR shirts and reading The Umbrella Academy and reading a bit of Chem, the romance is most definitely chemically mine.

Did Math today, and I think root approximation is pretty pointless because if we're allowed calculators to help us calculate points to decimal places, then we could just use the solve function of our GCs to make our lives oh so easier. But no, because if we could do that the Math department wouldn't really need to teach us anything anymore.

Oh well.

Then had Physics. Mr Yeo's finally back, after his two weeks of reservice. Made lame jokes about magnetism, and covered a part of the notes. Not looking forward to the test. Oh no.

Evolutionary Bio was fun, because it's Bio, and because Mr Soh's awesome. Ryan got owned, and then we covered stuff like genetic drift and stuff. Mmm Bio.

Oh, and some more nerdy pickup lines. Embrace the nerddom.

- You're so hot, you excite my electrons.

- If we're two sides to a reaction, we should calculate Ka so you'd be on top of me.

- I wish I were adenine so I'd be paired with U.

- If I'm a G-protein, you must be a GPCR, because you activate me.

- You know what they say, baby. Subduction leads to orogeny. How about we go back to my place and make the bedrock?

- I'm so attracted to you, they're going to have to call it a fifth fundamental force.

- According to the second law of thermodynamics, you're supposed to share your hotness with me.

- You must be a good benzene ring, because you're always pleasantly aromatic.

- You must be created by the Heavens; no amount of genetic drift would be able to achieve such perfection.

- You must mess up the Hardy-Weinberg equilibrium, because your alleles are out of this world.

- No genotype on earth could chart your beauty.

Okay, nerdy enough for tonight, and the poor people following me on Twitter have had to put up with way more.

Night.

P.S. Oh oh one more: My favourite element is Uranium, because I love U.

Stormtroopers.

Priorities were not right today, but witnessed a few pic moments during STGCC today, so was quite all right. Work is still there though, and now I've got vlog footage to edit underneath all that.

In the meantime, before I upload the full, edited vlog, here's a teeny short clip of me high fiving a Predator (nothing much, really. It just is me asking a Predator for a high five and then scoring big time). I also high fived a stormtrooper, but it was really awkward and now I'm started to doubt my shamelessness. I might actually have shame.

Saw a panel of Marvel artists and writers, which was seriously awesome. So much awesomeness in one area. It's funny how despite they've probably got dream jobs, quite a few of them act as if they've never gotten girls before (or guys, depending how they swing). There was this one guy who pretty much included the word "boobs" in all his answers. For example, which superhero would you like to be and why, and he went, "Which one gets the most ladies? Oh Ironman. I want to be Ironman." And another guy went "Cyclops. Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Psylocke."

And one of the guys mentioned he "saw Psylocke and became a true man." Whoa there.

Oh they're only human, and great people. That's so cool.

Unleash your inner nerd. It's totally okay, because there are tonnes of other people out there who're as nerdy, or worse.

Managed to get my hands on a copy of 'The Umbrella Academy: Apocalypse Suite', and I'm really glad, although I haven't started reading yet. Been wanting it since its release, but it's been hard to find. I love how Gerard Way's short biography at the back says, "He's also in a band." He obviously doesn't want to sell his comic on the basis of him being in MCR and already totally famous and loved by thousands, but it can't be helped that that's how I discovered it.

Good stuff though, yeah.

And saw really really expensive collector's items and ridiculously good paintings of Marvel characters and scenes. Pregnant Mystique was brilliant.

Yeah, comics.

And plenty of cosplaying, too.

Okay good night.

P.S. Oh, and there were mini TARDISes. So cute.

Courage.

Yeahey, it's a weekend again, but this time it'll be jam packed and my workload catching up is going to go completely down the drain.

Going to watch House soon, and I want to bring up something I've been wanting to point out for a long time. In the House intro sequence, there are fancy shots of medical things accompanying the actors' names with the same beige-ish background and theme, but when it comes to Jennifer Morrison's name it turns into a ridiculously random shot of a boat cruising on a river. I don't understand. Did they somehow run out of clips and had handy boat footage lying about? Hmm.

Have to wake up early tomorrow because there's this SPSO and NMOS awards ceremony thing I'm on duty for. I'm kinda looking forward to it, because I haven't been on video duty since like, orientation, I think, and I might've gone all rusty. We'll see.

There used to be a time where half of the school events would be covered by yours truly, but now we've got more people and our work is more spread out amongst the Year 6s (because Mr Xie insists so), and it makes us seem like we're doing nothing. We're being perceived wrongly, even by members of our own CCA. It makes me sad. I want to tell them that just because they do nothing doesn't mean we (as a whole) do nothing, because there are quite a few of us working hard on school events and such footage.

Feeling super grateful for the support our CCA teachers give me at times, when I feel like dying and killing people at the same time. I'm not nasty enough, I'm not nice enough, I'm not pushy enough, I'm not easygoing enough, I'm not respected enough, I'm not supposed to be respected, et cetera. You can't give everyone what they want.

Had our Physics in-class today, and it was okay. I think I can pass, and I sure hope so. Once again I doubt dropping Physics.

English comprehension was graded and insidious and I kinda want to pass because if not I'll lose all hope in everything in life.

Then had a full two and a half hour break where I went down to the library with Wei Qi to view the Year 6 art exhibition, which was quite awesome, looked for my house on Google maps, and then went up to the Life Science lab to check on mine and Leyi's plant tissue culture, which is still fungus-free (got extremely lucky there).

Chem was fun, but kinda worried about the next quiz because the previous one was terribly done.

Okay, going off now. House awaits.

Night.

P.S. In life, there's no such thing as a break.

Tongue rolling.

Listening to 'The Black Parade Is Dead!' right now, because after all these years, I'm still ridiculously in love with this band. It wasn't just a phase I was going to get over once I got older. MCR for life, man.

Totally forgot about it, but I posted this ridiculously long overdue vlog a few days ago, from when I went out with Wani, Myra and Nadhirah during the June holidays.

I have seriously found a strange love and attachment to vlogging. When you record videos of events or conversations a lot of people would deem pointless to record, that part of your life stays on. It wouldn't be just a moment that happened and would be forgotten in a short while, but it'd be a moment you can review and appreciate; sort of like a keepsake of the past. As my favourite vlogger Shay Carl says, if life is worth living, it's worth recording, and I'd like to live by that rule for as long as I'm capable of.

Strangely didn't feel like a Thursday today, and I still haven't figured out why.

PE was still all about mini tennis. Had this tournament thing where everyone had to play against everyone else of the same gender, and it took us so long we've only managed to play a seventh of what we were supposed to in two sessions, so we're pretty much doomed on the "finishing-on-time" scale.

Translated English text to Malay during Malay, and like, my grammar is really strange. It's not bad, it's just strange. And my vocabulary has become a complete cesspool of jumbled words and scrambled imbuhans and it disgusts me.

Had Geog after. Yeah the topic of urban planning interests me, but Mrs Lim spent most of the time talking about places to get good food in Singapore, so like yeah, effective lesson. We suspect she got paid to advertise, but we'll never know.

Had Mr Loo come in place of Mr Chia for Math today, and owned the notes like a boss, a phrase here which means "went through a lot of pages faster than ever before".

Talked about dragons during Cell Bio. Mm genetics. Just like Evolutionary Bio. It's fun when our two Bio modules link up.

All right, time to do something else.

Adieu.

P.S. I can roll my tongue like a pro, baby.

P.P.S. Concluded today that Malay songs are either about sakit jiwa or celebration, so it's like they're all bipolar or something.

Acronyms.

iTunes is on shuffle, and I realise I really don't have all the time in the world to listen to all the songs I want to. I put my iTunes on shuffle because sometimes it knows best what I want to listen to, and I need reminding of some of the songs I have.

Oh memories.

Didn't post yesterday because I was utterly pooped, even though we did relatively little at school. Field trip was sort of interesting, and I liked the IRAS (Inland Revenue Authority of Singapore) building, and it smelt quite new and fresh and the building was getting enough light even though it was kind of underground. Mm yeah.

Tax in Singapore is admittedly really well done. Back home, we don't get taxed, so we're sort of new to all this taxation because our parents don't have to sit and worry over paying taxes in time and calculating funds, which is good in a way. But then again, I think it'd be a good idea if taxes were implemented for the better part of the population who're well off, just so we can all contribute a bit more to our country's improvement.

We're ridiculously pampered, and I'm not sure if that's such a good thing, after all.

Then like, ate out with Wee Thean, Kelvin and Lee Ji Hyun. Baskin Robbins was a bad call because my voice cracked really badly afterwards.

Had a Math graded class task first thing in the morning, which was quite okay, apart from the part where there were numbers (I kid, it really was okay, actually).

So we're finally done with integration for the sem, and now we're onto other things.

Didn't have Malay so spent an hour in the student lounge helping Aisyah colour her art piece. Oh my goodness, I have the colouring skills of a six-year old.

Part of English was spent talking about Singaporean culture. I'm foreign. I don't really know what Singaporeans think of themselves, but I know what foreigners think. It's epic kiasu-ness and a strange love for acronyms and writing complaint letters all wrapped up neatly and systematically. Scary stuff, man.

And our NE quiz was on Singapore as well, because after all, it's National Education. Spent more time waiting for my computer to load than actually playing the game, which was glitchy and honestly way too easy for words.

I'm not offended that they're trying to inculcate feelings of loyalty towards this country. I'm all the more enlightened, and being knowledgeable doesn't hurt.

All right, going off now.

Night.

P.S. Whoa Raya is in less than two weeks. Freakishly fast, yes.

Self-control.

The weather's absolutely lovely and cold, and it's been raining most of the afternoon, much to the chagrin of our Sports Day event organisers. Was supposed to hold a few events earlier on, but had to postpone them indefinitely due to the wet weather. Nobody likes to run on a wet, slippery track.

But I'll grasp the moment to be selfish, because I honestly do love cool, rainy weather. It's amazing.

Started the week feeling really sleepy and watched 'House' late into the night. Managed to finish season 2, but that's not really the point. The point is that my lack of self control killed me. A lesson which I probably won't learn, because as they say, you can rest when you die. So much to see, so much to do.

Have foreigners over from Australia, but it never really applies to me because I don't interact with the exchange students.

Math first thing in the morning. Went through notes and got our Math test back. Passed, yes, and made some mistakes, but it was a-okay.

Then had Physics, or sort of, because we spent forty minutes waiting for a replacement teacher to come in place of Mr Yeo (who's been off on re-service for the past week or so), and then the remainder of the two hours staring blankly at the poor guy who had to come and teach our class.

I feel really bad about wanting to drop Physics, but it's what I want to do, so no regrets when it happens. I like it, but it makes me feel so terribly insecure it scares me. Numbers numbers numbers. One day I'll get over it, and hopefully soon.

Simulation-ed again during Evolutionary Bio. We're like, at least two lessons behind all the other classes because of all the Mondays we've missed.

Picked beads and entered numbers into excel files, and all this genotypic frequency stuff is actually kinda cool.

Okay, enough for today.

Night.

P.S. Darren Criss's cover of Elton John's 'Your Song' makes me happy.

P.P.S. One of the few female artists I like is Colbie Caillat, because her voice isn't screechy and her songs make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Having said that, I still despise 'Lucky' to the core because I find it annoying, even though it was a duet with Jason Mraz.

Asian James Brown

Wow, it's like if I don't go out during the weekend, my posts are almost contentless and I don't post. I live a really boring life in my room, actually. Internet addicts have close to zero social lives, but I make do.

Anyway, really into catching up with America's Got Talent right now. There are just so many people out there who were totally born to do what they love to do for a living, and it's great that they've been given platforms to pursue those dreams of theirs, and the really terrible ones entertain us, so it's good for viewers.

But when you muster up the courage to go up there and perform on national television in front of judges and a live audience, do badly and they put you down, it must be the hardest thing ever. Dreams shattered and hopes blown away, and it really shouldn't be necessary to wake these people up so publicly. They'll never see themselves the same way again.

Man, talent shows really are blowing up, aren't they?

Two things I learnt from watching the show on YouTube for the past few days: Rebecca Black truly can't sing well, and I have a total mancrush on Dani Shay, who's got way more charm and talent than Justin Bieber, in my opinion.

Rebecca Black's also dropping out of school, so there goes my high opinion of her being able to take criticism. But honestly though, people shouldn't be such asses to her in real life. She is, after all, only human, and human females are emotionally really vulnerable, so it's not nice to tease them. Poor thing. I wonder what her parents think of her brilliant career path now.

Kinda restless because there's no race today and won't be until Spa on the 28th. Time flies super fast, so I'm not worried about the wait.

I think I sleep most of my weekends away, so I can safely get less sleep during the weekdays. This "battery" concept isn't actually true because there's no way I can charge myself up fully and then go days without sleep, but it makes me feel good about myself.

Okay, going off now.

Adieu.

P.S. Asian James Brown made my day. Love the guy.

Working printers.

Reading the Wiki page of the Tenth doctor and realising he was nearsighted in his left eye too made me feel quite awesome. Yeah I am totally going to watch it once I'm done with House. A bit too late, but better late than never.

It's been quite humid tonight, and I'm sweating just sitting here and typing. It's ridiculous. I'd really love it if rainy weather came back. The best nights are cold nights.

Had mini-tennis during PE. Really, really bad hand-eye coordination.

After that had Malay, where cikgu made us recite sajaks. There were a few sajaks which were quite nice, really, but I can't stand the way you have to speak when you present them. I don't understand. Why can't we speak normally like normal people? The term "normal" is rather broad, but you know what I mean. Sajak-ing is just really awkward and weird and I can't find enough emosi.

Got released early during Geog, because my class had a health check that strategically interrupted class. Was kinda thankful my group didn't have to present our slides about concept plans and stuff, but then we spent the better part of the hour listening to Ryan ramble on and on.

Health check was awkward, because I had to answer questions about my eyesight, which I don't particularly like. It's becoming really tedious, actually. I've sort of resorted to just shrugging, but these were nurses and I'm a decent enough person. Had to run back to get my glasses and stuff. Of all days to not bring them.

Then one of the nurses told me, "Your other eye can see really well, huh?" and I heard Yos laugh from the other table, because she was totally wrong about that. But yeah, to make things simple, they kinda only judge your myopia and ignore hyperopia because generally young people don't get that. How fun.

Cell Bio quiz was terrible and I feel sad. But it's over and we can't do anything about it anymore.

Math was fun, yeah, in ways.

Okay, going off now. Have better things to do.

Night.

P.S. Accomplishment of the day: Finishing my EI 1. Yay.

P.P.S. I love working printers. They're like magic.

1000th.

Whoa, title says it all, I've just realised that this is my thousandth blog post (actually one's a draft, and it concerns Escher and I've been keeping it there as a memento, so it totally counts).

Yeah, nobody cares and I still write horrible posts that are "nothing, really", according to people who bother telling me that, but I can look back at an almost daily commentary of my life and things that have happened over the past almost-four years and I appreciate my own perseverance and love of my own thoughts. To those people who tell me I'm boring, I'm not making you read what I write, and I've come this far, so in your faces.

I'm probably boring because I don't come here to b*tch (pardon my language) about people who've made me angry, or to talk about my miserable feelings or to gossip juicily, or anything along those lines, and I know that's what makes most people tick. I don't want to reread my posts feeling all bitter and having to relive all the bitter moments of the past. Emotion is not the boss of me.

Anyway, it totally feels like a Sunday today, but it's not because it's a Wednesday and day two of our National Day school holidays. School resumes tomorrow, sadly, but I'm sure we'll manage. And besides, it's only two more schooldays until yet another weekend.

Went out with KT and Kelvin to watch Captain America: The First Avenger at Vivo, because it sucks to feel all restless cooped up in the hostel going stir crazy.

Despite what people might be saying about it being really bad, I thought it was quite all right. I enjoyed it, although the ending was a bit funky.

Totally liked how Chris Evans managed to make Steve Rogers such a likeable guy, and Captain America truly really admirable. He is, after all, the first Avenger.

What with Thor out earlier this year and Iron Man already a big name, The Avengers isn't going to be totally unfamiliar when it gets released in cinemas next year.

Okay, better go now.

Night.

P.S. Can't seem to organise thoughts tonight. In a total state of disarray.

Wretched.

Watching this video right now, along with a few others with probable equal potential of making girls melt. Darren Criss is awesome.

And rewatching this video of Jason Mraz performing live totally reminded me of how there was a time I swore to myself I wouldn't marry a guy who wasn't able to sing and play the guitar/or any other musical instrument that looks cool. I mean yeah, I can dream.

I'm sure somewhere out there one day somehow I'll stop being forever alone. It's a sad prospect to end up single forever. I don't really worry about it as much 'cause I'm not that old yet, but when I look around me and see a tonne of people my age and much younger who've been in like a gazillion romantic relationships and can't help but wonder, "What on earth am I doing wrong?" Maybe it's not me; it's everyone else. It's okay to be single at the moment.

Anyway, my little predicament aside, have you heard about the London riots? Didn't really want to talk about it, because these things happen so often in other countries it's become commonplace, but then there was footage of this happening and now I feel really unhappy about the state of things.

How could anyone do a thing like that? Help a heavily bleeding, injured boy to his feet only to check the contents of his bag and make off with them. This is going to spark some big outrage, man. Are we as humans born with morals and a sense of right and wrong? Or is it drilled into us as we grow up? If this is what people claim separates us from "animals", then we're no better off. Sure we might think we might comprehend we might be one of the most advanced species on Earth but hell we're stupid.

And then there's this video, where two girls talk about showing "the rich people" they can "do what they want". So much bullshit. So this is what they want? People dying and things destroyed? How on earth is that going to make them better people? What point are they trying to prove? That they can wreck lives just as well as "rich" people can? I don't understand.

Sometimes you just lose all faith in humanity.

Confusing thoughts.

"'Cause I wanna be Mr Pond."

Listening to Chameleon Circuit's 'Still Got Legs' album at the moment, and yeah it's been established that I do really like it, particularly 'Everything is Ending' and 'Mr Pond'. It's so good.

My earliest memories of Dr Who are of my parents flipping to BBCEntertainment and telling me of a man who travels time and fights monsters and that they loved it and it was a brilliant show. I've never been an avid follower, but that doesn't make Chameleon Circuit any less good to listen to. But maybe yes, I should get started on watching one day. Once I'm done with House and this pile of schoolwork and editing I've got on my hands.

People are wishing Singapore a "happy birthday" right now, because it took me like two hours to type out the first two paragraphs. Well yeah, Singapore's always been the "cooler" country here. The one where almost every non-Singaporean in Southeast Asia wants to go to shop and be associated with in some way.

I have to admit, back when my dad started his evil schemes to deport me here to pursue a better education many years ago, I grew this ridiculous amount of resentment for this country. I hated it. I hated the way they spoke their English and the way they drill their students relentlessly and everybody wants to win and is so kiasu (yes I'm allowed to use this because I'm genuinely Hokkien).

But this place runs things so well it scares me. It's become like a second home now, and even though I am and will always be oh-so-Bruneian, Singapore's all right.

National Day celebrations ran from eight to eleven this morning. Great job with the marching, even though the performances were a bit weird and unentertaining.

Such patriotism.

All right, going off now. Any more and I'm going to launch into a meaningless ramble about my confused mixed feelings of pride, envy, fondness and resentment towards this country.

Night.

P.S. And I still feel a little bit sad about being able to celebrate Singapore's National Day with Singaporeans in Singapore and having not done so with Brunei in three years.

Cereal.

Was going to post on Friday, but went to sleep after the first few lines so I ditched it.

There was a link to this video, which is quite an old ad by Petronas a few Chinese New Years ago, but Mr Chin showed it to us on Friday during English and it made me rethink my life.

No, money isn't everything. But I love money. I want to be rich and rollin' in money and be able to spend whatever I want whenever I want and never go into debt. I've gone insane. What's with this, man?

I know I'll never make it. I'm bonded. I'll be in a quiet country all my life, working office hours with the same mundane job until I retire old and worn, but at least I'll be with my family and that's probably what matters most, ultimately. Yeah, going to need to come to terms with this. Time to say goodbye to ever achieving anything brilliant in this lifetime. It's kind of sad, isn't it? But yes I will probably be happy.

Perpetually torn and confused, yeah.

Loved the weather when I woke up this morning, because it was raining, and then continued to rain for like, half the day, which was brilliant and cooling and refreshing.

Our senior management will probably be hoping it doesn't repeat itself tomorrow, because that way all our (Singaporean) National Day plans will be ruined by wet weather. Not that I mind, though, but for all the people who've put in all the time and effort into making the event happen.

Haven't done anything really productive, and I berate myself for that, blah blah blah, same old story. I wish I could time travel to the future and confront my procrastinating self. Dear self procrastinating in the future, if you ever read this, STOP.

All right yeah, ridiculously uneventful weekend. Went out to eat just now with Adithya, but that was it.

Night.

P.S. I think I might be in love. With cereal. How is that even possible?

Still Got Legs.

Whoa look there, it's the fourth of August, and it's going to end soon, so like, yeah.

Okay, time to do a little "oh-my-goodness-gracious-time-has-completely-flown-by-and-left-me-dumbfounded-to-find-it's-already-the-middle-of-sem-2-term-3-and-that-time-has-not-stopped-for-me-at-all-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life" moment, because honestly, I haven't done one of those in a long time, although it may have seemed like only yesterday because oh my goodness gracious, time has completely flown by and left me dumbfounded to find it's already the middle of sem 2 term 3. And it's also disappointing to find out that time hasn't stopped to wait for me or any of us to catch up with it and has simply hurtled on into the abyss that is God-knows-what.

What am I doing with my life? Before I know it, I'll be like, old and dying and dead. Whoa there.

Listening to Chameleon Circuit's latest album 'Still Got Legs' right now, and so far it's awesome and makes me wish I watched more Dr Who. Oh yeah.

The weather today has been absolutely magnificent. Rained a tonne, and it's still cold now, which is brilliant. Loving it.

Had PE indoors, because of the lightning alert. Mini tennis and sponge balls. I swear Mr Loke makes a lot of homosexual references, but few people get it.

Master-discipled during Geog, and got let off early, but never earlier than the History students. Tsk.

Did more Riemann summing during Math. Getting the hang of it, but Mr Chia has totally taken to taking the mickey because of an incident last Monday where I kept going "I don't know". But I believe he's nice enough to stop in a few lessons' time.

Talked about stem cells during Cell Bio, which was really rather interesting. Now we know how it works. Moral issues, killing babies, and stuff. When are we really "alive"? Is it when we gain consciousness? When does that happen? Or is it when sperm meets egg and blastocyst is formed? We don't know that.

But I do believe we're not just a ball of flesh and organs before we emerge from the womb. Hard to draw the line, huh?

Okay, going to sleep now, because although Friday's tomorrow, I want to enjoy it without feeling unrested.

Night.

P.S. Oh it's official. I really like this album.

Riemann.

Wow, it's midnight and I totally didn't realise until half a second ago.

Just finished Chem ass 2, which was really horrible for me because I keep mistaking purple for red and red for purple and then mixing up my ratios because apparently my brain can't think in colour.

Neither can I differentiate left from right, 'cause I honestly thought right was left and listed R(n) values for L(n) while Riemann summing today in Math. I really do have issues. But it's okay, because left-right confusion is surprisingly common, and unless I take up a job guiding aircraft or giving directions to people, I'll manage in life.

So first things first, and it's YouTube video time.

Ever since filming last week, we've been working on our class National Day video on and off, and today we finally got together to finalise it and export and submit it to the English department (whose idea it was to do this in the first place). So if you're curious as to what our video looks like, and what we did two Mondays ago on our school holiday, here you go.

Also, here's a link to our Malay vodcast entry, 'Abah', with which we got fourth place and a bunch of stuff to go with.

Still coming to terms with FCPX, and the controls still bewilder me and I don't know where half the tools I want to use are, but I'm working on it.

Math first thing today, followed by Malay (where we just sat there and did past year papers, and then realised our MoE language proficiency test totally ripped of the November 2008 O-level paper). Came up with gory shark's fin stories during English, and Mr Chin is still so totally definitely awesome. Hoping my advocacy speech will come out awesome, but we'll have to see about that.

OBS talk during ACE. No, I'm not going. The end. Okay my decision has been made.

Then stayed back for an hour or so to check up on mine and Leyi's plant and bacteria tissue culture (which turned out awesome, mind you), and to finish up our NDP video with Zheng Wei.

Okay, going off now.

Night.

P.S. Where did all our time for sleeping go? As Cap'n Barbossa from The Pirates of the Caribbean said, "You can rest when you die; for now, move on."

P.P.S. Wishing we could've done something like this back when I was in Brunei, but then again, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have gotten so into video editing, would I? I guess things are just meant to happen.

Chinese Opera.

You know your school has entered a new level of nerd-dom when we have our own Android app (designed to make the lives of NUSH students easier, it says. Kudos to the guys who made this happen, although I'm still not getting an Android phone anytime sooner).

Just uploaded a new vlog, so check it out here.

Finally decided to bypass Facebook and just go ahead and upload onto Youtube, because I figured my vlogs get such a small audience it really makes no difference, and that it'd be more fun if I could like, track views and stuff. And it's probably easier to view than on Facebook, anyway, so good for my teeny audience.

Nothing to be afraid of, no. haters gotta hate, and lifeless people like them deserve our pity and should all go and get lives (you tell 'em, Rebecca Black).

Anyway, started off a new school week with a Math test first thing in the morning, which was quite all right, really. Hopefully carelessness won't come back to bite me in the ass.

Then Mr Chia bribed us with sweets to not say a word about it to the other classes, 'cause we were like the first class to take the test (thanks Mr Chia).

Two hours of Physics went by pretty quickly, actually, because it was a huge mess what with Zheng Wei pretending to be Yos and Yos pretending to be Zheng Wei and Bryan pretending to be me and me pretending to be Bryan. I don't know why it happened, or how it happened, but it just did. Our class is just really, really weird. No denying that.

Did capacitors, which was okay in ways. Yeah.

Evo Bio was fun, too, 'cause we kept up with our "switching places" charade and 'cause Mr Soh is simply really awesome. Yeahey Hardy-Weinburg.

Watched Chinese Opera during our assembly slot as part of our 'Aesthetic Appreciation Programme', and like, wow. I kinda enjoyed it, to be honest. Pretty entertaining, and totally appreciate them coming over to perform like that.

Woan Chyi's birthday today, so we hung out especially long during dinner. Yeahey legal age.

Okay, going off now. Econs test tomorrow.

Night.

P.S. And thanks to Zheng Wei for supplying us with Eclipse mints today. Can't live without Eclipse.