Pointlessly stupid.

On Wednesday, Kevin, Faiz, Insan, Alex and I skipped a Da Vinci briefing (except Alex, he's a Year 3) to make our Student passes at the Immigration place...place.

Then Faiz and Kevin totally disappeared, so the rest of us decided to go check out Suntec. Stupid idea. 

We got lost trying to find Suntec, got lost in it, and got lost trying to get out. I'm not going back there again any time sooner. We walked for three hours straight without stopping, probably only to eat at Pizza Hut. My legs ached all night. At least we got to buy Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Which was probably all we bought there.

Then, after Study Time, there was a birthday party for our clustermates. I got to watch American Idol at Ms Queenie's place and had cake.

Blackforest cake, to be precise.

This is a monument we saw while we were in the process of getting lost. It's a memorial for the people who died during the Japanese occupation during WWII.

Pretty.

Also, on that particular Wednesday, I somehow managed to injure both my thumbs in a span of less than 12 hours. I woke up and my left thumb hurt. Like I sprained it or something.

Then when Ivy managed to convince me to play basketball during third language period, her b-ball hit my thumb at a strange angle and the bit under the nail of my right thumb turned all blue-ish purple. Now (I'm typing this post on Friday) it's all dark-reddish.

Hmm.

Sometimes, I do care.

Why on earth do people in Brunei find it funny that I have to wear short shorts for PE?

It's no big deal, honestly. It's just that I'm not used to it and stuff. We did half of a fitness evaluation thing today (lower limb strength, a T-shaped shuttle-run thing, and...wait for it...reflexes!). I don't know how juggling ping pong balls with a bat evaluates "reflexes", but that bit was fun.

Kevin jumped 57 cm for the first test. Basketball addict.

I doubt anything else of significance happened today, apart from the fact that I've got more homework and stuff to read.

I messed up my Music test a bit. I put Baroque before Renaissance, which is actually the other way round. Tsk.

Whoop. Roll call. Better go scan my fingerprint at the biometric scanner thing outside the cluster gate before I get into trouble. Again.

I spent ages doing one Math question during study time. Then I realised I forgot how to do indices. Hopeless. Completely, utterly, absolutely, hopeless.

I going to read Wolf Brother before bed. It's good so far, but the thing is, it's quite similar to Eragon. Now, because I like Eragon and that I don't know which one came first, I won't say much.

I may go to the Immigration place tomorrow and skip our research session (Da Vinci). A lot of people favour the name Axis more, but they changed it probably because they read Dan Brown's book.

Night y'all.

P.S. Have you guys noticed I tend to post at night now?

P.P.S. I miss Brunei rain. All the weather does here is blow strong chilly wind. 

ASSignments.

I just climbed up seven flights of stairs up to my room on the eighth floor carrying a pile of books. I wonder why I complained in MS when I had to climb only three floors. Whoever person who said "it could've been worse" is so totally right.

Oh, and if you're wondering why my Math has become so poor as to have to climb seven flights of stairs to the eighth floor, Singapore uses the "ground floor is first floor" system. 

I've got a Music half-hour test thing tomorrow. Meh.

Today's dinner was Indian food. Wasn't so good though.

I've got PE tomorrow. Which means I have to wear those really short shorts. Screw, man.

I is sleepy. I is tired. But I is not wanting to be sleeping now. I is having to wait for roll call. I is wanting to read Wolf Brother. I is required to be reading my Bio. I is having to reading for my Music test tomorrow.

Oh God, why my English so broken?

Oh, so my classmate Ivy can read it. She claims she doesn't read all my posts (who does?) because they're "too English". I didn't even know that was a term.

I so sarcastic.

I've got assignments to do. 

ASSignments. Hah hah.

These things are seriously a pain in the ass. I've got a book review for English (choose between The Lord of The Flies and To Kill A Mockingbird) and a Biology essay (1000 to 1500 words on the comparison of the reproductive systems/styles of three animals out of five).

And they're group projects.

I feel like crying. 

But I've got my monkey here with me. My monkey will console me. *sniff*

Good night, good people.

Save my soul.

Jung Min called at half-past eight in the morning and said in his Korean accent, "Oi, wake up. Wake up now. We go eat breakfast. I give you fifteen minute."

And that was the epic story of how I got to have hostel breakfast on a Sunday morning for the first time (usually I just sleep in and wait for lunch). 

Breakfast was a piece of bread sparsely decorated with the thinnest slices of sausage I've ever seen and a few strings of cheese. Lunch was noodles with some veggie and some fried ball thing, I'm not sure what meat it was though. Could be fish (or something worse, for all I know).

But dinner, dinner was awesome. Probably better than the chicken and potatoes we had around a week ago. 

Check it out.

Mashed potatoes with salad and one and a half pieces of pizza-toast, together with potato and garlic soup and a banana for desert. Yum. To the max. I wish dinner could taste as great every day. That would be something to look forward to all day.

Ivanka (Wardah's ex-roommate), Insan, Jung Min, Chang Yun and I spent our afternoon playing Nintendo Wii in the TV room. It's like we're addicted or something. 

MarioKart is fun. I keep falling down crevices and cliffs and drowning in water. I did manage to win a race though. =)

I've got study time again tomorrow. Meh. Time to read my Bio and Chemistry. 

I still haven't started reading Wolf Brother. But I have started reading my Bio textbook. It's at least eight hundred pages long, and I skipped directly to the part we're being taught about this semester: Reproduction.

Once again, I know we did this subject in Form 3, but things here are different. We learn about the little chromosomes, and the cute little cells dividing and all those fancy terms.

Gotta go. I think our cluster mentor is checking our rooms. My roommate is out and I'm left alone to face Ms Queenie. 

Adieu.

Oh, by the way, I finally learned how to tie a tie.

A billion forms and one.

It's "lights out" time and God knows why I'm still here typing this post.

The fingers of my left hand hurt, because I spent last night and today in the music room with Wardah's guitar. (Thank you Wardah.)

I miss my baby (what I call my Alhambra now) and my beloved (my older guitar of which my dad's friend finally returned to me two months ago). I miss their nylon strings and beautifully crafted bodies. I miss the feel of their fretboards and the reverberating sound of their strings singing in harmony. I miss my picks and my tuner and my music scores. I miss my electric guitar and my amplifier. I miss my subwoofer (which is still broken) and my speakers. 

But I will be bringing on of my beloved guitars back here when I return to Brunei for CNY. =)

I've discovered one thing while living here in Singapore: Things taken for granted will be sorely missed when gone.

Like in the Goo Goo Dolls' song, Before It's Too Late, one part goes like this: "..nothing is real till it's gone..."

I spent my afternoon playing Nintendo Wii in the TV room with the guys. 

Of Mario Kart Wii, I will say only one thing: I despise mushrooms.

I finished my elemental Sudoku. I feel slightly enlightened at the moment. Such a sweet feeling. But I couldn't and can't savour it 'cause I'm tired and in need of sleep. 

Honestly, I don't know why I'm not sleeping right now.

I'm definitely going to have to start reading "Wolf Brother" and my Bio/Chem books tomorrow. And do my laundry.

I want to eat cookies.

Good night.

B is for busy.

Busy day yesterday. Went to Clementi Central to get my ATM card from POSB.

And I saw this:
Brilliant, ain't it? "Clearence" sale indeed.

So Kevin, Alex (Indian guy) and I walked to Clementi Central and got lost along the way trying to look for a shortcut. Longcut, more like it.

After several incidents at the bank (involving a very cute baby, Alex's ATM card getting eaten by the ATM machine, and a woman taking advantage of my kindness), we went to visit the bookshop, called "BIG BOOKSHOP". Which is a weird name, if you ask me. 

So I bought the book pictured above (which I haven't started reading yet) called "Wolf Brother" by Michelle Paver. Seems pretty interesting. The piece of paper with the boxes is the first page of my elemental Sudoku. I've done one and three quarters out of three.

The bookmarks were given to me by the school choir who were trying to force me to join. But this choir isn't as great as MS's. But NUS High has an orchestra, which is super cool. I want to join that, but I don't have my guitar with me. And I'm not sure if they let guitars join. Maybe I should introduce them to something called "diversity". Hm.

I think I might start believing in karma. You know how Stella and Effie laughed at me when I was in the news, and when we laughed at Effie when she appeared on RTB, well now Stel's in the Borneo Bulletin.

Isn't that awesome? Hahahahah. We just love teasing each other. But Effie's still more famous than both of us. I believe so.

What comes around, goes around, my friend.

Stupid CCA crisis.

Immense.

I dedicate this post to Myra's question: How about my pressure here?

Well, tell you what.

Imagine you're a little germ-thing, dwelling in the deepest, darkest part of a secluded area of ocean somewhere out there.

Pressure in water, as we know, depends on depth. It's so deep, that when an inquisitive, bespectacled scientist/researcher person tries to take you out to study you, you go "pop!" because of the lack of pressure.

The pressure here is going to be (therefore not yet), immense.

There was a meeting for all the scholars (people who got scholarships) this afternoon, and we were told of the school's expectations of us. We're expected to be perfect role models, brilliant at studies, intelligent, hardworking, to represent the school in whatever competition, to take on roles of leadership, to excel in co-curricular activities, to be well-liked, disciplined, respectful and all that jazz.

Otherwise we'd be kicked out, sent home and our scholarships will be cancelled. Can you imagine the embarrassment endured if we have to return to our home countries in shame? The fact that we'd be stuck in limbo with nowhere to go and our families hanging their heads in shame? 

Terrible. Completely, utterly, terrible.

And that, my friends, is the pressure we have here.

I'm going to bed. 

Night, good people.