It's been too long...

Wassup guys, it's me again.
I haven't been around ever since that last blog entry I did in school, I was only REMINDED about it recently when my friend asked me about it (thanks Russell). I visited it again, gazed longingly at the wonderful Love Hina wallpaper (I've been isolating myself from my manga collection these days; it's so nice to see these familiar characters again), and listened to its quiant music (which I didn't even know it had as I heard nothing when I previewed it on blogskins.com). I don't even know what this particular song is titled, but it moved me straight away (yeah, that's me being Emo, I hate Emo).
I simply love this song. It made me forget all my worries of the coming exams, all the pressure from my activities (including the NCC stuff), and it even made me forget what I wanted to write here in the first place.
Oh yeah. My school life.
My class timetable had changed since the start of term 2, that's some time after I stopped updating here, so we have different subjects every day of the week. All I could remember was today started of with Chemistry; the teacher revised covalent and ionic bonds with the class, also periodic group properties of Halogens (the group VII chemicals). In Physics we covered rafraction of light, in E. Math we revised Variations, in A. Math we did Indices, Surds and Logarithms (I had a huge headache after that, I completely forgot everything I had learnt about these topics before). As before, there was Biology on Thursday afternoons, today was no different, we spent time doing a small class test on Nutrition in Mammals, then completed some revision work on cells.
Oh yeah, there was a fire drill in school today. I was halfway through my Math revision when the bell sounded. Dang, just when I was really getting into the mood for study. We left the classroom and headed outside casually, like we did in every fire drill. It was fifteen minutes later, when it had been checked that everyone was presented and accounted for, that was returned to class.
Oh yeah, there's been a few updates with my NCC today. Recently, due to numerous unforesen circumstances, I had been rather flawed in doing my job as the Administrative officer of my platoon, thus it had been decided, just this afternoon, that I step down as the Admin-in-charge for a while, and let somebody else take over. That's a relief; I didn't think I could manage all that work while keeping up with the class in terms of grades. After all, I'm the only NCC guy in the pure-sciences pilot class, everybody else has more free time than me, I think it's only fair I don't be given such a large portion of work to do.
Then again, I wasn't too happy about my stepping-down. It meant that I had been irresponsible and incapable (unforseen circumstances or not), and that other people were better than me. I hate knowing that there are others out there better than me. I always liked thinking that I was better than the rest. He can I prove that now with this 'demotion'?
I've made a resolution. It's no more procrastinating and lazing around for me anymore. If I want to be the best (because I CAN be the best), I'll have to work and do something about it. Just wait and see.
Tsukaremashita, oyasuminasai.

I'm back, with another school assignment!

Damn. I haven't been around here in a long time. All of a sudden, my life seems to have changed, for the busier. I barely have any spare time to blog, and whenever I have time on in the Internet, which is by now very little, it's solely spent on forums and school assignments. My apologies to bigpenguin for not updating and keeping him in suspense the whole time (I bet he comes here everyday just to check for new blog entries), I promise I won't be away so long next time.
Anyways, I'm here in the school comp lab, I've got another English assignment on 'Happiness' to do, if I have time I'll probably change my blog skin again, so let's carry on.

The writer sat slouched on his chair, gazing blankly at the monitor. On it was a empty Blogger text box, waiting patiently to be stacked with witty words or intelligent phrases.
He was supposed to complete a narrative about Happiness. Happiness. How does one define happiness? Is it merely emotion, or something more than that? If the latter is so, what more can one find in Happiness?
The writer thought hard. Trying to remember the past times when he felt happy. He was reminded that those very times he had gone through simply could not be generally defined as 'happy'. He dropped both hands down on his lap, and heaved a sorry sigh. This was going to be harder than he thought.
he remembered his birthdays. Yes, birthdays were always happy occasions. His parents would invite all his friends over for parties when he was a ten-and-below child. There were games, food, liveliness, cake, and presents. The adults would be in their best of moods, cheerily mingling with each other and exchanging news, while the kids would run around and play hide-and-seek, shouting and chattering to their heart's content.
He remembered his early years in school. His grades then were marvellous; everybody thought he was a prodigy of sorts. His parents would constantly reward him for his excellent academic results, bringing him out on family excursions or dinners. They were proud of him, and he was proud of himself.
In his preteens, he recalled his times as a swimming ace. He would fly gracefully in the water, easily overtaking his competitors and reaching the finish line first. The testament? His collection of trophies and medals arranged prominently on his study table, till this day.
The writer smiled briefly. The good old days. He raised his arms again, and floated his fingers over the keyboard. Sure, he's stopped celebrating birthdays with fancy parties, his grades are good albeit not fantastic most recently, and he's not been in a pool for a long time.
His fingers began dancing furiously on the keys.
But, for now, he had finally found something good to write on his blog.

Tears

When I was a very young toddler, at around four to five years of age, my dad would usually take the family out for picnics at the beach, and we would usually stay there till late at night, to enjoy the breeze drifting by from inland.

We were there again one uneventful evening, dad, mum and I. The family had finished a wonderful roast turkey dinner (bought from a nearby supermarket), and was taking a leisurely stroll down the seaside. I could see distant lights out at sea, shining from countless vessels and tankers moored in the deep water. The kind wind flowed through my hair, blowing past my scalp, carressing my skin, and massaging my senses.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked up at my dad. He was looking down, beaming at me. I smiled back, and saw him bring up a finger to his lips. In the same motion, he stuck out that finger to point at something up ahead. My gaze followed the indication, and peered at the dimly-lit surroundings before me.

At first, all I could see was the sand meeting with the rising and falling waves. Upon closer observation, I made out a short, rounded figure shifting around in the ground. Curious, I approached it carefully, my parents in my wake.

The figure began to take further definition and detail as I closed in. It had four flat legs, a cylindrical head, and a stumpy tail, all surrounding a dome-shaped shell. I was astounded. A real-life turtle, just like in the storybooks!

The animal was definitely aware of my presence, but it did not look to mind me coming over. It just sat there, being the silent reptile it was supposed to be, merrily minding its own business.

I patted its shell when I got close enough to it, which felt hard as rock and moist from the water. The turtle's head withdrew into its shell apprehensively at my touch, but then relaxed when it felt I was not causing it harm. It even seemed to be enjoying it.

Dad tapped my shoulder again, this time asking me to look at the turtle's rear. I duck-walked over eagerly. What I saw next was intriguing. It had dug a shallow hole in the sand, and was depositing numerous off-white, spherical eggs into it. The turtle was laying.

"Look dear," mum whispered to me, from beside the turtle's head. "The turtle's crying."

So it was. Fresh tears were flowing freely from its glossy eyes. I was even more amazed.

"It is because it is laying eggs?" I asked. Mum gave me a "could-be" look and half-nodded. I thought seriously for a few seconds, before asking her another question.

"So did you cry when you were giving birth to me, too?"

Mum raised her eyebrows in surprise. She looked up at dad, who smiled and shrugged.

"Well... Of course I did. That experience was painful," Mum replied frankly.

"But... The more important reason I cried, was because I had given life to somebody I know will grow up to be just like me," she added with a warm grin. I grinned back. I liked the way that sounded, and could still remember it till this day.

Mum and dad cried the day I was born, bacause they knew they now had someone to be proud of, someone they could love, someone they would cherish for the rest of their lives. I felt lucky to have such caring and loving parents like them, and made sure I was going to do the same when my time comes.

The eggs stopped dropping, and the turtle used its hind legs to cover up the hole. The three of us watched as the animal slowly made its way back to sea. Tears were still dribbling profusely from its eyes.

I developed a cough and a cold last Saturday, and kept it over the next few days, up till now.
That meant I did not do anything enjoyable on Sunday other than sleeping and swallowing Panadol, skipped school on Monday and caught the Academy Awards on TV (congrats to Crash for winning Best Picture), and skipped school again today, including NCC training later on in the afternoon.
During this long period of absence from school, I managed to take some time off the seriously think about my position in school. I concluded that I wasn't really that popular and well-liked, usually despised and shunned (to some extent), and found it hard to make friends.
Yesterday afternoon, as my dad was driving me home from a visit to the doctor, he asked how I would be notified about the homework I might've missed during my absence. I told him a friend would most probably drop by the house and pass it to me, knowing that a lot of my friends knew where I lived. Turns out, nobody came that afternoon. The next day, dad asked me about it again, and I told him what happened (or rather, what didn't happen). At this, he muttered blithely, "You have no friends."
I am in the Science class. The class that was supposedly the best in my level. And I came from Dunman Secondary, a school of higher quality than this here Junyuan Secondary.
I was supposed to be smarter than everybody. I had a PSLE aggregate score that way surpasses all of them. I was supposed to best the best. Yet, I am not.
I had become one of the worst. I was still lazy, irresponsible, irritating, and unpleasant.
My homework is rarely done on time. My work attitude is like crap. I tend to do things without thinking of the consequences and stuff. And the list goes on...
Even my NCC career isn't going as planned. I'm beginning to shirk my duties as Admin officer, a position so low yet does the most taxing and tedious jobs, and apparently my "senior" CSM wasn't too happy about it. That bastard had threatened to demote me if I continued this kind of servitude. How do you demote someone who's already at the lowest position of the hierachy?
He really pissed me off, and I felt like quitting the NCC for good at that time.
Then I thought back, and realised, it was all because of me. Fawwaz wouldn't have threatened me with a demotion if I hadn't been slacking off and not attending meetings. Yeah, it all boils down to me once again.
I questioned my existence. Why am I alive? Do I live to wreck the lives of other people? Do I live to ruin my own life? Do I live to fail?
Only time will tell. It's too early to seriously consider anything at the moment.

Another school assignment. One about 'Flight'. Done in the school comp lab. Let's get started.
Flight. Six letters, whuich could form words like 'Light', 'Fight', 'Fig', 'Lit', 'Hit', 'Fit' and 'Hilt'.
Flight refers to a controlled movement and navigation, in air. Attained for the very first time by mankind in 1903 by Wilbur and Orville Wright in Pennysylvania, USA. Since then, it had been redefined over and over again with each passing improvement, innovation and construction.
Flight was initially a idea of a faster, easier and breathtaking form of travel. A method of achieving dreams and touching the skies. A way of seeing the world from a whole new perspective. During World War I, it changed to become a weapon of control. A gadget of destruction, dogfighting, sabotage, and annihilation. Fighters, bombers and dropships were invented to sweep the skies and protect the airspace.
Now, in the peaceful world we live in, Flight had become a form of exhibition. People build and own planes to impress others. Flight is studied in specialized Academies. Flight demonstrations are held worldwide, not to mention in the upcoming Asian Aerospace Exhibition that is going to be held in Singapore soon.
When I think of Flight, I think of control. I think of power. I think of myself being able to achieve what others cannot. I think of gliding through the air, energized, feeling the calming breeze ruffle my hair, and the cold atmosphere caressing my body. I think of relaxation, and therapy.
I've been on quite a number of plane rides in my current lifetime. While the worry of the possibility of a plane crash clings on to my mind, I would still feel that sense of eagerness in riding a jet. I look forward to each ride with much longing, for the marvellous views through the window, for the food I am served, for the DVDs I could watch, and for those special adrenaline-pumping moments when the plane rockets down the runway at breakneck speed, just before takeoff.
Flight a a form of combat, I suppose, is quite useful too. It provides strategic support for an Army or Navy, and adds a tactical edge to their country's defence/ attack force. I've played games like Battlefield 2 and Coman and Conquer, where missions are never complete without planes to count on to destroy ground forces like tanks and turrets that could overpower smaller, easily surmountable troops. They can do almost everything that has to do with demolition, from mass bombings to precision strikes, and that can prove very helpful in a difficult ground-based slugfest.
I would most certaining want to learn to pilot a plane someday. My eyesight might not look so fit for that at the moment, but I absolutely wish to take control of air navigation one day.

There you go, one more class assignment done. I think it's a bit sloppy, though. What say you?

I just wish my friends would post more frequently. I'm bored.

Watch this space, anyway.

(Seriously, am I the only one in my class who actually updates his blog as frequently as possible, even to the point it is day-by-day? I've been going around visiting my rest of the classmates blogs, and all they have are Mr. Jae's English assignments. How boring!)
A lot of things happened yesterday.
And I didn't have the time to tell all of it to you all.
And now I've forgotten everything.
Pathetic. Simply pathetic.
Downloaded some rocking DoA 4 videos from gametrailers.com. Not gonna put them here, your IE would die trying to load it up.
Today's happenings...
Put up a notice on the NCC notice board early this morning, requesting to meet the Sec 2s and 3s so I could finish up a nominal roll for my Lieutenant. I wasn't sure if my handwriting was legible enough, though. It seemed pretty readable to me.
Today was Thursday, and there was supposed to be an activity in the hall, but all that was cancelled and everybody assembled in the Parade Square instead, due to a nation-wide tragedy.
No, it's not terrorist bombings or whatever. A former member of the Singaporean Parliament, Mr. S Rajaratnam, had passed away yesterday afternoon. I remember sitting at home last night in front of the TV, watching the news and other Parliament members speaking their thoughts about him. He was an important figure in Singaporean history, as the man who wrote our National Pledge and introduced Singapore to the world. he built a Foreign Ministry from scratch, built close relationships with other countries, and brought a lot of fortune and attention to our nation.
It seems that nobody in this world would really understand exactly how much a man or woman had done and contributed in his or her life, until that person has deceased. I never realised just how much he meant to us Singaporean citizens, how important and valuable he was to us, or even if he was still alive or not. At that period, the only times I've ever seen that man is in my History books. S Rajaratnam, pioneer of modern Singapore. God bless him.
Anyway, back to reality. The school and National flags were flown at half-mast, as a show of respect and mourning for our former Foreign Minister, everyone was unusually eager to take the Pledge today, and we left the Parade Square with a message from our Principal, reminding us to be solemn and serious about this matter throughout the schooling day. I ask you, must we really? I mean, I know Mr. Rajaratnam's important and all, I've paid my respects to him, can't you let me concentrate in my studies now?
A. Maths took up the first three periods. We went on to a new chapter: Indices and Turds Surds (oops!). I had to apply what I had learnt in Indices (E. Maths chapter) in this topic, which was a thad bit challenging, but nonetheless fun. I had a good time racking my brains to solve those exercise questions. I enjoy it when I get the right answers all by myself. It sorta gives me something to be proud of.
Physics for one period was next, Nasal Neo turned up with a worksheet on Thermal Capacity for us to do. The worksheet involved heat capacity and specific heat capacity formulas, not to mention even more Math figures and stuff, and that was the best part of today's lesson. I completed the paper and handed it up way before my fellow classmates. Yep, never before have I been this enthusiastic about Physics.
After that was Chemistry to take us all the way till recess (which was 1 hour). There, we had more Math-related activities.
We were doing Chemical equations. It involved adding numbers in front of Chemical symbols so that both sides of the equal sign have the same amount of elemental atoms. I had a blast solving the questions. They were simply so fun to do.
After recess was English for three periods. Mr. Jae took us to the comp lab to discuss about our Entrepreneurship project proposals. One person from each group had to give a brief speech about his or her group's ideas and plans. Our group was going to smoothies on a CCA day. Others wanted to sell finger food, still others planned on marketing ice cream, and one group had even wanted to make crepes (slurp!). Very nice. After that, he spent the rest of the time with us planning for our next essay assignment. The topic was supposed to be a botu a friend who had made a huge difference in my life.
Now, I have no such friends like that, so I decided to write a fiction story in the first-person. Lessee... That "friend" is going to be someone by the name of Ruth, she's supposed to "make the difference" in my Primary 6 year, and that difference was going to be about... Argh, why am I telling you this?!
Chinese was next. The class went downstairs from comp lab 4, which was one the fourth floor, all the way to our classroom, which was at the first floor, right at the edge of the school compound. From there, our Chinese teacher, Wang Lau Shi, told us that she wanted to show us her blog (done in Chinese) and that we were supposed to leave a comment (in Chinese) there. And all this had to be done in... Where else, but comp lab 4. So we walked right back up, to the comp lab that were in just a few minutes before. There, I went to her blog, read my fellows friend's comments about it (which was in Chinese), and decided to write one myself. Just as I was about to do so, the comp I was using lost Internet connection. Fack.
We were supposed to end the school day wtih yet another A. Math period, but as Mrs. Tan was busy, Mrs. Low came in to take over. We continued with Chemical equations all the way to the end-of-school bell.
Bio was after classes, at 3PM. Mrs. K hadn't finished marking our Bio test papers yet, so our suspense had to continue over the weekend. We spent the 1 and a half hours in the air-conditioned classroom studying enzymes and how temperature affects its activity. Nothing short of interesting. The lesson was absolutely fantastic, though we didn't get any candy.
Today was wonderful, and I hope for more schooldays like this to come. Dewa Mata!

Cosplay. Nice game. I want a Darth Vader suit. I dig chicks in FFX2 costumes. Also, it's kinda Wapanese Weeaboo (slang term used primarily on some Internet message boards to describe a Caucasian person who either wishes s/he were of Japanese descent and/or who has a heavy interest in Japan or Japanese culture), too.
I love Rikku more than any other video game character in the world. I think about her everyday.
Kasumi from DoA is second. Same as above, except it only happened last time.
I sure sound like a pervert, don't I? Going for girls in skimpy outfits and hot bodies...
But, forget that. I've here to blog.
Tuesday. Woke up at around 6:30AM, thanks to my bro for not waking me up earlier. Conscience was telling me... Nothing. He's dead and locked up in my bowels. I shot him. Somehow, I still managed to get prepared within 15 minutes, I even got to school earlier than usual.
Watched the news at the hall (auditorium), just like every other Tuesday. Topics (that are the best of my memory) were about: How the government would deal with people skipping National Service, and Japanese Kimono makers getting Japanese women young and old to put on the Kimono once again, using modern methods and strategies.
Social Studies took first two periods. Newty made us do an easy mind-map about Singapore and Malaya's Merger. For once, I didn't feel apprehensive, or bored at all. But I didn't have fun, all the same. For some reason, the Newt had called for Ranson and Faez to meet her after school. I have a feeling it was about the test.
Physics was next, did something about thermocouples and stuff with the Nasal Neo.
PE after that, Badminton again, and Fad wasn't in my team. I was on a court of different players this time. Had lots of fun with them.
Chinese came after recess again, this time we had spelling. And I sucked at it.
English next. Mr. Jae wasn't there, so some Jack Black look-and-sound-alike took over. He brought us to the library as we had to complete a certain proposal for a certain project, about entrepreneurship and selling stuff in school. Me and my group worked together pretty well. We had a lot of brainstorming, came up with a few good ideas, and completed the proposal, all within the designated time. And yes, still no EMI, and all the journals were still with Mr. Jae.
E. Math session was after that, we had our TA (term assessment) test. Went pretty smoothy, initially I had a lot of problems, but I solved them all later on as I progressed.
Chemistry was last in line. Went through our Chem workbook. I never realised that the Oxygen 'O' symbol always had to be last letter.
After school I had NCC. Did a lot of PT, also did some commanding of my marching platoon. Not gonna specify, only cos I don't have time. In a nutshell, today's training rocked.
Okay, that's today for you, I gotta rush off. Bye bye!

I dreamt about Rikku last night.
Wait a minute. No, I didn't. Damn.
Anyway, woke up to another early Monday morning, earlier than the Sun, as usual, and suddenly got hit by something with a force as massive as a sledgehammer blow.
It was my conscience, screaming a good-morning greeting to me.
" YOU HAVE A FREAKING BAD DAY AHEAD! GOOD LUCK!"
Thanks, my motherloving conscience. Thanks so much.
With that, I packed my bag, had breakfast (an egg sandwich, with a whole sunny-side-up egg inside), bade a mental goodbye to Rikku, would would be waiting for me here in this very blog till I come back home, and left for school feeling like crap.
Physics first up with Ms. Humongous-nostrils, once again. Forgot what she was talking about, though. Something to do with a thermal capacity worksheet which I forgot to bring. The start of my bad day.
A. Math next. Continued with... I don't know. E and A Math seem so similar the more I try to differenciate both of them. I had thought we were doing Inequalities for Advanced, but I also remembered doing that topic for Elementary. Then again, maybe it was simultaneous equations.
Geography next, Mrs. Ramos didn't come wasn't around (I think you should know why I censored those seemingly harmless words), and that meant one free period for us. Wewt. Spent my time on a power-nap.
English next, poor Hao forgot all about his EMI thing (for those who don't know and weren't paying attention, EMI in this case means 'encouraging, motivational, inspiring'), so he didn't come up to give his motivational talk to the class. Come to think of it, my turn is fast approaching, and I haven't even prepared a single word for my script. Better do that soon, or I'll be left scraping crappy stuff of the top of my dome during my speech.
Chinese was after recess. We got our newpaper review thing back from the teacher. I fared okay enough, it wasn't a fail as I expected.
Social Studies next, with the Newt-4-a-teacher, Rossana. I hadn't done my weekend assignment, I didn't have my folder with me, the Newt was all frog-smiles and taking pleasure in bullying our poor class chairperson -cum slash (yes, I have a very good reason for striking out that word too)- Social Studies representative, Ranson. Good thing all that only lasted 1 period.
E. Math took up the last 3 sessions. Did Inequalities, as mentioned earlier. Had a lot of problems doing number lines and all that crap, got many wrong answers, and that made me feel somewhat down.
School ended, but there was still Bio to go. Bio Term Assessment, to be exact.
Now now, don't worry, I wasn't worried about it. Spent half of my free time in between end of school and before Bio class eating lunch, spent another 1 quarter of it doing some last-minute cramming, and the last quarter talking with Shaun about FFX2.
Went to class and felt to tense atmosphere in it immediately; everybody was there, fervently revising, discussing with friends, Tiff and JX were even writing on the whiteboard, facts and figures that they could remember from their textbooks and worksheets. I helped correct some of their work, went around talking to others about stuff that might appear in the paper, trying to be as oblivious as I could to the suspense clinging all round me.
Mrs. K came (why do words like these have to be associated with sex? Why?!) arrived, was even more surprised at how her 'zaniest' class was reacting to the test, and got us all to calm down by giving us an EMI speech of her own. How thoughtful. I went through the test paper rather confidently, with not a single worry.
Test ended, went home, did blog.
Dewa Mata.

Today was somewhat normal. How'd you find my 'Song' assignment, by the way?
Thursday, woke up thirty minutes past 6, went to school still half asleep.
We gathered at the hall for Councillor activity time, or whatever you may want to call spending morning assembly trying to appreciate what our student councillors have done for us. Watched a supposedly motivational Powerpoint slideshow. I liked the pictures.
Chemistry for two hours, as with all other Thursdays that have passed and Thursdays within Semester 1 that still have yet to arrive, kick-started to schooling day. Did stuff about electronic structures and atomic grouping in the periodic table. I tried as hard as I could to soak it all in.
Physics for one period, next. I don't understand, why we have to be in the class with that woman-teacher four days a (five-day) week. She puts people off with her style of teaching, she puts people to sleep with that nasal voice, and it puts my Phy grades at the verge of failing miserably. Dang.
Good news was, she wasn't around today. Woot. Spent a whole period doing nothing.
After reces was English. Headed for the comp lab once again to blog. That was when I did the 'Song' post. After that, we were supposed to review each other's posts on their tagboards, which would explain my friend's posts on the Troll-board.
Chinese next, did a newspaper-review sort of composition. I actually did better than expected, though usually that results in suckage grades that are lower than my expectations. Only time will tell.
A. Math next, continued with simultaneous equations with remainder and factor theorem. It just gets more and more fun as we move along. Very enjoyable and challenging Math it is, indeed.
I was supposed to have Bio afterwards. Realising that I have so foolishly forgotten this fact, and that I have signed up to help collect the NCC uniforms for the new cadets today, I immediately went... Back home, for lunch and some homework. Came back to school, Mr. Sin let me off and told me I needn't go for the thing, and hurried off for Bio.
Today was all about enzymes. Tons of new stuff I learnt today, and I even did a pictorial graph to remember all of it. During a five-minute break, I took the opportunity to hone my public-speaking skills, with the excuse of 'explaining with came first, the egg or the chicken'. I thought I did well enough, though the topic seemed a bit 'lamified' by my explanations. Never mind.
Finished Bio class to find that a jamming session with Raihan, a good friend of mine, had started on the canteen stage. I jumped at the chance to join in, and learned how to play Bass for the very first time. I got to rock on with him as we played Sum 41's 'Hell Song'. Total coolness.
Went back home, life reverted to normalcy once again. What a day.
Tsukaremashita. Oyasuminasai.

Song. School asignment. Let's get cracking, baby.
Song. Four-letter word. Mr. Ong, minus the 'Mr.' and added with 'S'. Can make 'son', 'sog', and 'snog'.
Song. Music. Pleasure. Peace. Sanctuary. Bands. Supergroups. Solos. Orchestras. Instruments. Crew. Studios. CD. MP3. Radio.
Just a few words that are associated with this noun. Despite its rather insignificant existence in the real world, where money's our first priority, it could still strike such a massive chord to the brain, showering it with its charm, massaging its every crevass and trench, rendering it to a state of collection and tranquility. Whether it's heavy metal banging at our eardrums, the gentle soothing voices of recognised vocalists, or the sweet svelte singing of violin strings, songs let us forget where we are, what we are racing for in life, and allows us to stop, rest, and enjoy.
Song has been in this world longer than anybody could have known. Some estimate it to be born at around 2000 B.C, more than 4000 annals ago. Others guessed it to be earlier than that, and that stonemen used to gather in cave campfires at night, beating animal bones on stone or wooden drums, if not against trees and other physical landforms. whatever it is, Song has definitely been serving us well since that time.
Song has spawned a humongous and successful worldwide business. Record labels, famous singers, arrogant managers, relentless paparazzi, prestigious awards, and even idolization, all these make up the music industry.
Song is like water. Song is like food. Song is essential for life. Without Song to cheer us up and liven our times, we are tense, short-tempered, easily angered, downcast, withdrawn, and dissatisfied with ourselves. We feel huge, gaping holes in our lives, as though something deep inside ourselves is missing something, and is crying out pitifully for it.
Song is praise. We praise the Lord our Father, our Maker, with joyous music. Through Song, we communicate and show appreciation. Sometimes, even God needs a little bit of music once in a while to relieve his mind and soul after a hard day's work of life-granting or life-saving. At least, that's what I think.
Songs convey thoughts. People write music to express ideas, feelings and emotions. They write songs that are sad, uplifting, motivational, cheery, or have tons of swearwords in them, depending on how they feel. Take Eminem as an example. Being a proud owner of his newest album, Curtain Call, I have heard all kinds of music, some that are hilarious and cracks jokes about events or stuff people do in real life, some really moody and defines how he feels about his career or family( especially his daughter), while others were simply for the Emo dudes in this world, those who have additive needs to listen to sad songs with heaps of curses and bad words. In a nutshell, Eminem serves everybody who listens, including himself.
Song. School assignment. Completed. Caused a sigh of relief.
Tsukaremashita. Dewa Mata.

I know, I know, it's been a long time since I last updated.
I've just been busy, that's all.
Also, I've stopped referring to Shaun's blog for daily happenings. All he posts there are stuff about his love life and all that shit. That's right, I am an independant man.
BTW, how'd you guys like the new David Elsewhere video I put up? Kinda cool, eh?
Okay, let's get on with my life blog before I go off to finish the remnamts of my Chemistry and E. Maths homework, shall we?
Yesterday was an okay Monday. I managed to get by Ms. Neo's class, but succumbed to sleep during Mr. Jae's. Pathetic old me.
Okay, now let's talk about about what happened last night. I went to the nearby community centre to meet up with my fellow NCC friends for a meeting of some sort. Being the seniors and all, we were supposed to plan for the camp that was coming up during the March hols. I won't be in that, though, being an Ophir participant. We planned activities that were gonna be organised in the school compound, and also came up with group names. We tried to be as wacky as possible, and came up with lots of funny words for the names. When that was done, I rushed to the bookshop to grab a Chemistry workbook, which I had been missing for more than two months now, and some Valentine's chocolate from a convenience store. 1 box of 16 chocs, for only $4.05. I'm such a cheapo. At home, I finished up the nominal roll that I was supposed to hand in to my NCC lieutenant, then surfed around till about 12AM or so, before finally hitting the sack.
Today, woke up pretty late, though it was time enough for me to grab a proper breakfast before setting off. Got to school in time, went to the hall to see the 'News in Class' thing, then proceeded with lessons, starting with Social Studies. Ross gave us an SBQ (source-based question) test about Singapore and Malaysia's Merger in the 1960s. It was the test of the term, the Term Assessment. Being an ace in this thing last year, I breezed through the test.
Physics was next. Ms. Neo went through the Physics Test Assessment with us. I did not so good for it, actually. It must've been because of all the times I've missed out on lessons because I didn't have a textbook or workbook. Or maybe because I didn't put in any serious effort into revising for it. I don't know.
PE was next. Badminton again. Boring.
Recess time, gave the Valentine's chocolates to Stacey, Amanda, Samantha, Grace, and some other girls whom I had forgotten (by right, the girls should be giving chocolates to the guys during this day). How the hell could I forget who I give free stuff to?
Chinese next, we marked our workbooks.
English, went to the comp lab to take the English TA. Mr. Jae was giving out candy to the class, and he even allowed us to eat them whilst doing the paper. Sweet.
E. Maths, started on a new topic, Inequalities. Looked really easy to me.
Chem took up the last period of the day. Majority of the class had forgotten all about the weekend homework, me included, which was quite a shame. We spent the rest of the time copying answers from the whiteboard.
School ended. I rejoiced. But not for long. I had to complete the nominal roll that I had been working on last night before NCC started. I got it done good, and was only a few minutes late for my CCA.
We spent the first half of the time marching around the parade square, then after that we had light PT (physical training). Nothing interesting to note, just another boring session. Went back home feeling tired, yet unsatisfied.
Man, I should start learning to post only when something interesting happens in school. Too many boring posts would mean lesser eaders, and nobody wants that.

Konbanwa! Jiyuji yonjiyuppun gogo des!
What do you think? I can learn Japanese! I just said, "Good evening, it's 10:40 PM!"
Still have much to learn though. But anyways...
Yeah, I noticed my blog takes quite a while to load. I think it's the Spiked Humor vid that's the prob.
I dunno. I haven't received any complaints yet, so I'm not gonna do anything about it (yet). So there.
I think I'm getting a little too dependant on Shaun's blog. I can even memorise his URL by heart now. Ugh.
Wait a minute...
HE DIDN't POST TODAY'S HAPPENINGS!
What am I gonna do now?
I'm gonna be independant. Yeah, that's right.
(P.S. From now on, names with be converted into acronyms to protect people's identities. I shall do this only as and when I want to, it does not depend on who the person is.)

Okay, today's happenings...
Workout day for the Upper Sec again. Did some stretching exercises, plus a really fun Jumping-Jacks thing. You should've seen me dance, man.
Went to class for Chemistry, realised I had completely forgotten about yesterday's instructions for today's lesson. I was supposed the grab any item at home that has chemical names in its ingredients, bring it to school, and use it for a presentation. Solution? Got to the canteen (cafeteria) to buy some packeted food. Easy.
Ended up teaming with some class misfitz like me. Can't really agree on stuff we wanted to do for the presentation though, especially LDL. Crammed together a piece of sloppy work at the last moment, for me to present to the class later on.
Physics next. Didn't have my Phy workbook, got reprimanded by Ms. Neo. Copied answers on a piece of foolscap, the least I could do.
Recess time, Ah Hao sent me off to get him another plate of Fan Choy. Bought a brand new Phy workbook on the way. Wewt.
After recess was A. Maths, did some Maths work there, forgot what it was all about.
English next. Jae was there to brief us about some English test set by the MOE (Ministry of Education) that was going to happen later on. Then we proceeded with an EMI thing (encouraging, motivational, inspiring, a turn-by-turn session in which a student would come up and give a motivaional talk to the class for a few minutes, more details later) till the end of the lesson.
After that, the class moved on to the hall to listen (and fall asleep listening) to a recycling talk given by one of 3E3's very own KSW. It was boring, nearly the whole hall wasn't paying attention (even I had a desperate need to get up on stage and strangle the guy). Also, me and LXL received our Green Ambassador collar pins. Nothing grand in particular, in fact it was quite puny.
Went back to class for the test, it was kinda easy, coming from the MOE. Finished it with a lot of time to spare, and left earlier than expected.
That's it, another normal school day gone in a flash. I don't think I did very well explaining it, though.
Tsukaremashita. Dewa Mata.

As it turns out, I haven't changed the welcome video in a long time.
Don't worry. I've just been damn lazy, that's all.
Turns out the Tag-board isn't working too. Maybe it's time for a Shout-box or something. Man, you can't even make comments too, all thanks to this template. I should try Haloscan too.
Today was a rather tiring day. With help from Shaun's blog again, allow me to tell you how it went exactly.
Woke up at 7:00 AM today. Crap shit indeed. Took me about five minutes to get changed and packed, quite an outsatnding feat, I must say, never thought anything like that could be accomplished. My bro wasn't really happy though...
Today's assembly included the 'News in Class' thing again. Forgot what the topics were about though, and Shaun never mentioned it...
Social Studies for an hour was up first. Ross was explaining to us how to tackle an SBQ question. I wasn't really paying attention, because that five-minute dash which occured right after I woke up had left me feeling rather lethargic. I slept throughout nearly the whole lesson, just enough to refuel and not get caught at the same time.
Physica for another hour, next. Ugh, why must all the boring subjects taught by not-so-good teachers be put together? I succumbed to my deep sleep again, while Ms. Neo droned on and on about Thermometric stuff and things like that.
Halfway through the lesson, though, Yan Hao had apparently done something displeasing out of his absolute boredom, and that cost him his seating priveleges (he got sent out of the class, another one of local schools' childish punishments). I think he had uttered a swear word or something like that (you tell me, a word that sounds so alike with 'basket', is that a swear word?), and Ms. Neo got mad.
Whatever. I don't care.
P.E. time. Mr. Koh had organised a rally-robin sort of competition for the class, something like one side of the court versus the otehr, the winning side moves on to the court to their right to join the previous losers. Our team consisted of me, Chinaman Xue Lian and the 100% Badminton noobie, Fad. Everything went really well at first, Fad was left out of the game while two of us took on some three-person teams, we moved on for about three times, I think, and that was when Koh noticed Fad wasn't participating, and asked him to join in the game.
That was when we started losing. Everyone knew how noobish Fad could be, so they always aimed the shuttlecock at his direction. None of those shots he was able to return. How sad. I never took it too hard, though, just offered to train him in the game if he had any time over the week. He said he'd think about it, but I already know it's a no answer. I can tell.
Recess time, finally tracked down Mdm. Wong (former form teacher) for my Yearbook. it looked really good.
After recess, Mr. Sim called all the Part C (that's me!) NCC boys to gather at the courtyard. He was supposed to choose 6 of us to take on the Mount Ophir expedition during the March holidays. It would clash with the Sec 1 NCC camp though, he added. I didn't care for the Sec 1 camp. I volunteered. Each of us 6 received this application formIt looked really really formal and even required us to take a medical test and get a doctor's signature. Must be really serious stuff.
Mothertongue for one period was next, by the time I got back there were only fiftenn minutes into the lesson left. For some reason, Pris didn't turn up for class again like yesterday. To think I had planned on wishing her a belated birthday during that lesson. I totally forgot about it until Friendster sent me a notice. Whoohoo! Another 15 year old has grown! For today's lesson we were learning some words from a textbook passage. LXL (Liu Xue Lian, what I'm gonna call him on my blog from now on) was a really great help, I can't thank him enough for that.
English was next, Jae took us to the AVA room for a lesson about effective writing. It was all about how one can shorten long sentences and phrases by using simple words, and about Active and Passive vioces, and when to use them. Really interesting, I could pick up a lot from there.
Went back to class afterwards for Maths with Mrs. Tan/Mdm. Lim. Told her I lost my Edusave form, she merely gave me another one. She went through the homework assignment with us, I finally knew how to solve those irritating questions. Yayness!
Chem was the last lesson for the day. The class went to check out or Copper Sulphate crystals. Mine didn't do so well, unlike some others whose crystal shapes were really amazing.
School ended, and it was time for anotehr NCC meeting. The Part As were there, they handed up their particulars form (except for a few lazy people) and I collected it for the Nominal roll I was supposed to complete by Friday. After that the Pact Cs gathered again to get split up into their sections. I was the leader of Section 1, handling admin stuff.
I left school later and headed for the Manga shop and bookshop nearby. I finally got the motivation to go on and grab my Love Hina and black ring file. From there, I went on to Temasek Polytechnic, where some inter-school volleyball games were being held, just to see how the Dunman Sec boys were doing, since I used to be part of them. The walk there was painstaking, but I made it.
Met with the Junyuan Girls team at the courts, they were on their way back. I asked some of them how the game went. For some strange reason, they called S. Mei to deal with me. I asked her how the game went. She told me to go find out for myself.
Coyly? I don't think so.
I found the Dunman boys at last, chatted with them for a while, agreed to meet them tomorrow again. Went back feeling damn tired, took a nice long nap right after finishing with my Manga.
That's it for today, just gonna visit some 'Learn Japanese' site to brush up on my Japanese-speaking skills, before I hit the hay. Dewa mata.

You know, quite recently, I find that I've been growing incredibly lazy.
That's right. I'm too lazy to do homeworks, too lazy to buy stuff from the bookshop (why bother walking so far just for a black ring file and Love Hina Vol. 6?), too lazy to find a part-time job, remember stuff, especially stuff that happens in school, which is important for this bloggy here, and stuff that needs to be signed by my mum or dad.
I find I've even too lazy to blog.
That's right. You might have noticed that too, seeing how suddenly my posts become infrequent, no longer day-by-day.
I procrastinate too, a lot. Too much. This habit, one that I have cultivated since Primary 3, continues to haunt me to this day. Why, oh why? Why must I be such a boar/bore?
Oh yeah, thanks a lot to Shaun, again. I can't be bothered to remember what had happened in school today, so I had to refer to your blog again. LOL.
Okay, today's happenings...
Parade square was wet this morning, because of last night's rain (rain makes me really sleepy, slept like a log last night. Took me 15 push-ups, a long lazy-cat stretch and a hot shower to wake myself completely). Didn't have to waste time at the parade square after the Anthem and pledge-taking, we went straight to class while the lower Sec were having their non-strenous morning exercise.
First up, as usual, was Physics for an hour. Ms. Neo took her time to come here, and when she did, I was finally well-prepared. What I mean is, I finally got a Physics textbook, bought with my own Hong Bao money. I had completed Thursday's Phy homework as well, and I laid that on my desk too. We discussed about some formula thing (according to Shaun). He had also stated that Ms. Neo was angry at us for some reason, that I had no idea about, which I guessed was okay since he added that this really didn't affect the class in any way.
A. Maths next, with 'Mrs. Tan' (why the apostrophes? Find out later). It was all about identities, a new sub-topic in simultaneous Aglebraic equations. Half of the class were really stumped by all the complexities of the methods and stuff, but I thought I could handle all of it quite fine. Maths makes my head concentrate and really get into the mood, and that's why I like it so much, though the after-effects include dizzyness, slight fatigue, but also satisfaction (sometimes!). Also, I forgot, for the I-don't-know-how-many-already time, to bring my Edusave form regarding a certain Maths activity that was going to happen in a month's time or so. Teach reprimanded me for not bringing it. Aw man. I was dead-beat by the end of those two periods.
Up next was Geography. Ranson was acting all sleepy in Mrs. Ramos' class, and boy, you should've seen the look on her face when she found him drooling on his desk, in his beauty sleep. That was the first time I've ever seen her so miffed. Ranson was kinda antsy too when I talked to him later. Anyway, we were doing mapwork again, this time with protractors. New skill learned today: Compass direction. No biggy, actually.
English. I was anticipating the return of my journal, which had so nicely been covered up by two pieces of paper on each cover that consisted of a certain Manga/Anime computer wallpaper. I must say it fitted quite well with that small-sized diary. At least it would cover up the girly pink-and-flowers pictures that were originally on it. Wait a minute, that wallpaper was themed around Gunslinger Girl. It had a picture of Henrietta on it. Oh my Gawd. Whatever would Mr. Jae think about it...
Back to the story. We waited for about 20 minutes, before some teacher with obviously graying hair, looking at around 50 or 60, and wearing a Mango brand top with jeans (Oh my goodness. If only I had a picture of it. It was so hideous, such a torture to even look at that teacher) stormed in, greeted us, and immediately assigned us with English classwork from the Workbook. Ugh. I didn't bring my workbook today, so I just spent the remaining time helping out N.D, Farah and Grace. Those girls kept talking about how I portrayed Justin Timberlake, and N.D was Britney Spears, Farah was Janet Jackson, Izwan was Kevin Federline, and Grace was Cameron Diaz. I think they meant to tease me (all that happened was the teacher made us three stand for the rest of the period), but it actually made me think just how bizarre Hollywood relationships can be. Oh, the complexities.
Recess: Hor Fun from my fave Rice stall. Pretty good, I must say.
Chinese was after class. Xue Lian, the renowned 3E3 Chinaman, sat beside me for the lesson. At my behest, cos I really needed the help with my Chinese. I practically sucked at it. We were supposed to hand up a certain 'newspaper article review' today, but truth is, I completely forgot about it (oh, my lazy lazy existence) and hadn't got it done. Teach, being the kind lady she was (arigatou gozaimasu!), lent me Peggy's paper to copy out the topic. Copied it, got some good ideas from that essay as well.
E. Maths for one and a half hours, with 'Mdm. Lim' (now you know. The same teacher has two names!). We attempted some Maths stuff that included squares, cubes, square roots, cube roots, Algebra and equations. It was all about making an unknown the subject, and rearranging the numbers around so as to find out what that particular unknown means in terms of squares, cubes, square roots, cube roots, and other unknowns. (Shaun, at this point, your blog's really getting not very useful. I even had to go refer to my textbook to recall what stuff we did today! I'm not blaming you, but try to remember more things next time!)
Social Studies/History with Mrs. Ross, everybody's least fave teach, was the last period (hurdle to the finish, more like). Did a source-based question about this political cartoon that featured David Marshall (in a traditional Chinese costume) whistling at/courting the Tunku Abdul Rahman (in a traditional Cheongsam. OMG, the picture was so funny). We had to infer, provide evidence, and come up with a conclusion, all which I have mastered in last year's History classes, thanks to Mdm. Fauziah's help. Easy sitch, yup-yup.
After school, I had to go about doing NCC stuff. Being the S1 (meaning I'm in charge of administrative stuffs), I have to do up a nominal roll for a Lieutenant, and meet with the Part As and Fawwaz to collect their particulars form and T-shirt money. I had to pass the forms to the Part D S1 later on, and in return he handed me the particluars form of some (not all of) Part Cs and Bs. Ugh, I even forgot when the deadline to hand it up is. Being the admin is damn tough, I tell ya. In the end, I forgot all about lunch, and rushing back home to grab my Bio stuff for later's lesson.
Bio, with Mrs. K: Did a practical about diffusion in chillies, later on plasmolysis in onion skin cells. I did quite a messy jod cutting the chillies up, ended with my fingers get wet all over with the chilli juices. I washed my hands casually, and wiped my face with some water just to freshen up, too.
It had been a long day. There I was, tearing off a piece of onion skin and lowering it onto a glass slide, when my face started to feel hot. No, the fans were on full-blast.
It was the chilli juices.
Apparently, the stuff all around my fingers were not washed off properly, and it had gotten onto my face. Man, was it flaring up! The pain! My eyes were watering! It was even worse than eating chilli, I felt it all over my freakin' face! Argh!
I endured (the best and only thing I could do at that moment) the burning sensation for a while, before it dissipated at last, much to my relief. Continued on with the lesson, did not bring my Bio file, had to 'fees up to Mrs. K about it, and got a new content page and Monday's assignment from her. I needed Monday's assignment, cos I had a dental appointment then and had to miss class.
Wait a second. This paper I got isn't Monday's assignment! It was Thursday's!
Oh crap. What now? I can't find my Edusave form anywhere, Bonus Stage has ended abruptly, I still have my nominal roll to finish, Shaun and Stacie are an item(?), and it's already bed-time while I type.
Oh well. Let my lazy self get the better of me right now. The guilty side of me is gonna have a hard day tomorrow. Better work my quick-thinking side of me soon, and make up some excuses.
Good night.

Whew, I haven't been here in a freaking long time. I've been to places lately, like my Online RPG game or my forums, so I hadn't really bothered posting here until now.
Tons of stuff happened during the few days of Chinese New Year. Lemme recap...

Okay, we received visitors during the first day of CNY. We had been decorating for the occasion the days before, and man, did our house look great. We even brought in extra chairs and a Mahjong table from dad's office!
All our relatives came in the early afternoon. And yes, I received my Hong Baos from them. it wasn't much, really, just over 60 bucks. The rest of my collections, from my parents, were already in my bank account. $100.
I stayed around downstairs for a while for lunch, and the mingle with the visitors for a moment, before going back upstairs to my comp for a short session of Maple Story. You see, the game features an NPC, none other than Cai Shen, and he's offering a lot of Mesos (Maple Story currency) to anyone who finds his missing red packets. I got about 11,000 Mesos during the hunt. He could actually put up as much as 10,000,000 Mesos for finding his Hong Baos, I learnt from some very lucky fellow Maplers later on.
Anyway, the next day, me, my sibs and my uncle went the Wild Wild Wet at East Coast. We last went there January 2nd, and this time was just as fun. The place was great, though I got a bit queasy at the wave pool, got sunburnt at the lazy river (I was lying face-up on a float, you see), and got cold all over while waiting for my turn at the large slide (it was way up high, you see, and I had just emerged from the water). Still, I enjoyed it a lot.
After that... Well, life returned to mornal. That's it.

More school updates coming up soon. Heh.

Gracious.
Yet another schoolwork entry. Yeah baby, let's get this thing started.
Graciousness. Comes from the word 'Grace'. And grace happens to be someone who sits beside me in class. She's a really nice person. That lives up to her name.
of course, "nice" is too overrated a word to use t describe her, or the word "Gracious", cos graciousness goes way deeper than that.
Anyway, that particular word has letters that can be used to form words like "car", "sour", "rag", "rug", "sugar" and "sari". Damn, I'm getting way too good at this letter scrambling thing. I'm an English prodigy at heart.
According to a dictionary, "Gracious", as an adjective, means:

Characterized by kindness and warm courtesy.
Characterized by tact and propriety: responded to the insult with gracious humor.
Of a merciful or compassionate nature.
Condescendingly courteous; indulgent.
Characterized by charm or beauty; graceful.
Characterized by elegance and good taste: gracious living.
Archaic. Enjoying favor or grace; acceptable or pleasing.

Yeah, you'd probably need another dictionary if you wanna understand these words too.
As an interjection, however, it is used to express surprise or mild emotion. Now, I didn't know this before, only because I've never used that word as an interjection. Usually I'd say "Oh my Gah!" or "What tha...?", but that's not the point.
"Gracious" is a Middle English word, from Old French gracieus, from Latin grātiōsus, from grātia, good will. I think it might also have something to do with the Mexican(?) word for thanks, gracias.
Graciousness is second nature for a host, be it a house party, school function or whatever. They have to be warm and inviting, and thus make their guests feel more comfortable and hospitable in their homes. I know this, cos I've quite come to terms with my The Sims: House Party computer game.
Graciousness can be used to avert undesirable situations too. Whe dealing with an insult, or as a third person in an argument, gracious humour is usually (I said 'usually', cos I'm not too sure if this is actually true!) the best method of escape. I haven't tried it yet, though I know I will have to sooner or later, if I wanna remove the trolls from my tag-board. Somebody remind me.
Being gracious means being forgiving and spirit-generous. A gracious person would know how to deal with frustrating situations of dealing with guilty culprits of cerytain bad deeds, without hitting the roof. I am an example of such, though not always a very good one (heh. it always pays to blow your own horn a bit, too).
Examples of gracious people?
Um... There's Oprah Winfrey. She's a very graceful person for her personality, her abilty as a friendly and wisecracking talk show host, and someone with a mind for good style.
Goodness Gracious Me! is an Indian/Brit-based sketch show on Star World. Is usually features skits ofthe conflict and integration between traditional Indian culture and modern British life. Some of them reverse the roles to view the British from an Indian perspective while others poke fun at Indian stereotypes. It features funny actors and actresses like Sanjeev Bhaskar (also from 'The Kumars at No. 42), Kulvinder Ghir, Meera Syal and Nina Wadia.
Aha! You wanna know translations for the word too! I can give you that!

Nederlands (Dutch)verfijnd, goedgunstig, genadig, Goeie genade!
Français (French) affable, gracieux, miséricordieux
Deutsch (German) adj. - liebenswürdig, gnädigint. - du meine liebe Güte!
Ελληνική (Greek) adj. καλοκάγαθος, ευγενικός, ευχάριστος, αρχοντικός
Italiano (Italian) grazioso
Português (Portuguese) adj. - gracioso, benévolo, condescendente, clemente
Русский (Russian) милостивый, любезный, изобильный
Español (Spanish) adj. - gracioso, cortés, amable, afable, agradable, clementeint. - Dios mío!
Svenska (Swedish) adj. - älskvärd, barmhärtig (om Gud)
中国话 (Simplified Chinese) adj. - 亲切的, 高尚的int. - 哎呀, 天哪
中國話 (Traditional Chinese) adj. - 親切的, 高尚的int. - 哎呀, 天哪
日本語 (Japanese) adj. - 思いやりのある, 愛想のよい, 恵み深い, 優雅な
العربيه (Arabic) ‏(صفه) لطيف, كريم, مهذب, لبق‏
עברית (Hebrew)‬ adj. - ‮אדיב, רחום, נעים, גומל טוב, חינני‬int. - ‮הבעת הפתעה‬
Pretty good eh?

Gracious.
Yet another schoolwork entry. Yeah baby, let's get this thing started.
Graciousness. Comes from the word 'Grace'. And grace happens to be someone who sits beside me in class. She's a really nice person. That lives up to her name.
of course, "nice" is too overrated, graciousness goes way deeper than that.
According to a dictionary, "Gracious", as an adjective, means:

Characterized by kindness and warm courtesy.
Characterized by tact and propriety: responded to the insult with gracious humor.
Of a merciful or compassionate nature.
Condescendingly courteous; indulgent.
Characterized by charm or beauty; graceful.
Characterized by elegance and good taste: gracious living.
Archaic. Enjoying favor or grace; acceptable or pleasing.

Yeah, you'd probably need another dictionary if you wanna understand these words too.
As an interjection, however, it is

Some people just don't know how to listen to instructions.
Xavier, you seem to be very troubled yourself. People won't insult and mock others unless they seriously have to.
If you live to put other people down, you don't deserve to live. I hope you get struck by an 18-wheeler, or lightning, or anything else heavy and painful, and that you'd die.
If you simply have a complex, I suggest you see a shrink or something. You need more help than me. I'm really sorry for your loss.
This is not a good place for you, man. I feel so cursed to have you here. Cursed, I tell you. I'm prolly gonna relocate my blog real soon.

Wednesday's happenings...
Workout day for the Upper Sec again. We didn't need to stnd up at all; we were doing arm exercises, mostly around the shoulders and deltoids.
It was good fun. Most others around me didn't do it, though. I can understand; it was rather strenous on the muscles. I'm just glad I managed to keep my arms up the whole time, no matter how tired they were.
After that was Chemistry for two full hours.
And Mrs. Low didn't come.
Wewt. I spent the free time completing the rest of my E. Maths homework, which was rather fun, and then I chatted with my friends.
Physics: I still don't have my books yet. I'm going to get them soon, I'm seriously lagging behind. Wonder how much I'm gonna have to copy off someone else's book. Anyway, today's lesson was all about radiation. Ms. Neo had brought a cute lil' ball in, to demonstrate the different movements of conduction, convection and radiation. Farah had fun holding it. She and N.DIY were laughing all the way.
After recess, we had A. Maths for one period. Mrs. Tan went through the A. Maths homework with us. I did fine, all correct. Wewt again.
Next was English, for one period. Mr. Jae decided to launch something about each of us taking turns, coming up to the front to present a motivational and encouraging talk. Sounds like fun. I can't wait.
We were supposed to draw lots to decide our turn sequence. I was No. 21 out of 38. Not the best I expected, but good enough.
For LS, Mrs. K assigned us to our 'Guardian Angel' at last. Whoever's gonna take care of me, Godspeed to you.
Ater that was Pastoral Care period. Our class went up to an air-conditioned room to listen to a talk by the YMCA regarding the oncoming entrepreneurship project. Sounds very promising, the winners get about few thouseand dollars prize money, as well as bragging rights. Cool.
That's it for today, till later.

First of all, I would like to say this to Xavier.
I don't know you from now, so fuck off, cunt.
My blog is not a place where people get insulted.
Get off my yard.

Anyways,
I'm really sorry I'm late for my updates, I've been extraordinarily busy these few days. I hope you don't mind.
Yesterday, I had a dental appointment at 12, and that meant I could leave school early. I sat through the first six periods before recess. It was pretty much a normal schooling day.
I sorta gotta be thankful that the first two periods of the week is Physics, by Ms. Neo. The blues had got me there, so I nearly slept it all off during that period without any disturbances. By the next period I was feeling more recharged. Wewt.
A. Maths: We went through Friday's test paper. I got full marks. Wewt again.
English: Mr. Jae lectured us about class welfare. In a nutshell, he told us that it was not good to put other people, including yourself, down with bad words and the like. He wanted us to achieve excellence not as an individual, but as a class.
During recess, I caught up with him in the staff room, and presented him my dental letter. He granted me permission to leave, wished me good, and saw me out of the staffroom.
Dental appointment: Dad drove me to the NDC. I slept throughout the journey (lazy me). I was supposed to get my braces that day. After waiting for a rather long time for my number to be called, I went into the dental room, let the dentist inspect my teeth, listened to her confirm that my teeth were very straight and I had an appeasing profile, and that I did not need braces for the moment.
Phew. I never really liked the feeling of metal screwed onto my teeth.

Let's see, today's happenings...
We started off watching a Channel Newasia clip in the hall. That segment was called 'Nesa in Class', probably meant purely for Secondary and JC schools' perusals. I dunno.
Sheryl Fox was talking about this rather touchy subject, about toilet stuff. St. Hilda's Secondary, a school nearby ours, was doing some sort of campaign to raise awwareness about toilet hygeine and the like. They were selling 'Pee and Poo' stuff like badges and stationery in booths, and were even planning to market the goods in shopping centres.
Uh, I only hope people would bother to buy them. Yeah. Making business around the toilet won't exactly sell much in my books.
Two other topics were mentioned: Gene Pool research in India, and horse-riding women in Iran. Quite entertaining and informative.
I couldn't really remember what lesson came next, and I don't have access to Shaun's blog this time (which is quite strange, really), so I'll just cut to the part where I tell you about what happened during PE.
We had Badminton again today. Mr. Koh had kept on telling us about training in pairs. He wanted consistency, for the training to be good. Consistency meant we had to learn to take control of our swing and direction. I can do that really well, no problems.
I was worn. There was still a problem to contend with. What problem, I hear you wonder?
I was paired up with Fadhil. Again. The court was away from the window this time, and that was good. Fadhil kept on hitting the shuttlecock out of court, sometimes into other people's ways. It was quite tiring having to run around picking up the shuttlecock for him. Shaun ahd later commented, with the air of Mr. Koh teaching us about consistency, that "I had a very inconsistent partner".
Damn straight, friend.
After recess (where I spent time in the canteen trying out some new Japanese food from my favourite stall, and when Alvin presented my with a belated birthday present) (the present was a bookmark. Cheap, but thoughtful. I'm very grateful for your care, Alvin. thanks), we came back for our Chinese period, to see that part of the cellophane paper covering the front lamps were taken down. I suppose the class was looking a bit too much like Geylang. Anyways, our teacher, Wang Lau Shi (as we address her, it simply means 'Teacher Wang' in Chinese), made us recite paragraphs from a passage in our textbooks. Now, I was never really good at vocal Chinese, let alone readin aloud in Chinese, so I sorta blended in with the rest of the class while reciting. Strangely enough, Wang Lau Shi mentioned later on that I was one of the louder voices in the class.
Mr. Jae showed us the 'News in Class' vids again at the AVA room. He then later gave us some discussive questions to talk about, and some other questions that were related to said videos. Well, I had tons of things to say about them. It felt nice.
Today was another test day, this time for E. Maths. The questions were all about quadratic algebraic equations. Pretty simple to me, I'm expecting another full-mark grade.
The last one period went to Chemistry. No lessons conducted, we just did filing. I had everything in nice and proper, which was good. I felt rather grand about it, only because it had been a long time since I ever got all the needed worksheets and notes in a file. A damn long time.
That's it for now friends, I just wanna leave you guys with one more thing: Never lewt others talk you down. Don't feel bad about what they say. It is most likely false, and you have no reason whatsoever to take something that is not true seriously.
Remember that. Sayonara for now.