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more than diamonds

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Tuesday, March 29, 2005


Hmm, the second intakers came in today... They seem like a nice bunch of people, 2 guys and 5 girls.

[edit] Now there are 2 more guys? All triple science people. [/edit]

Anyway, they are nice people, but I still miss everyone else. =( I hope that the class won't be split along the lines of triple science and lep people because that will be very sad then...

I was very irritated on Friday (April Fool's!) not 'cos I got shuaed or tricked by anyone, but because of a lot of changes that happened that day, which were for worse instead of better.

First, we used to have a different teacher for practical and tutorial, and of course we all preferred the practical teacher. Now, our tutorial teacher is also our practical teacher! And the thing is that our tutorial teacher SUCKS! He cannot teach and is practically useless in explaining tutorial questions/concepts/everything. Simply put, he's useless. So, now my practical is screwed and my tutorial is screwed and that subject is screwed. Whee.

Second, another subject teacher(s) were changed. One of them is nice, and the other is boring. Extremely, extremely boring. I try to stay awake during her lessons, but I usually fail and fall asleep about halfway through the first period. That of course, is not good at all.

Third, because we now have triple science people and lep people in the same class, the time table needs to accomodate both people. So now, we have afternoon pe on mondays. Which means it's from 320 to 440. It's relatively disgusting, because after an entire day of mugging, listening and absorbing information, you have to lug your weary self down for pe when everyone else is on their way home. And in the afternoon you have no more jing shen, not like pe in the morning, when it's so much cooler and there is a useful break after that to let you cool down and stone. For afternoon pe, the break time is essentially coming out of your own mugging time, resting time, going home time or cca time etc. ARGH! Disgusting gross thing. It sucks big time. I'm currently suffering from lack of vocabulary, therefore I am overusing the word sucks. But it's gross and annoying as well.

And there's nothing practical I can do about it! At all! UGH. !#&Y@#*^@*^%#@(&#!(&@t&^(@T!^(^@!@!&*^@!^

I am in an irritable mood. STUPID THING.

Therefore I was antisocial and grumpy during co on friday. I felt like provoking someone or throwing a tantrum for the sake of arguing and directing my anger somewhere. But I didn't. It's not healthy, nor fair to the other person. Haiz whatever. WHATEVER!


Sunday, March 27, 2005


We had class bbq yesterday, the last activity we'll probably have as the original 73. Like all bbqs, we sat and talked and ate and played and talked some more.

The guys managed to play soccer with an entire bunch of little kids, and it was amusing to watch them try to take the ball from the kids without endangering them in the process. The girls on the other hand settled for bridge, daidee, sparklers and candles. Oh, before we started the fire, there was an annoying, kaypoh, old and overweight uncle that decided he would burden himself with the responsibility of ensuring that our bbq was carried out successfully. As such, he took it upon himself to offer his fire starting services in return for chicken wings (2 to be exact) as well as his kind, friendly and very useful advice on cooking. Not only that, he even proved himself capable of flying a kite, our kite to be exact. The nerve of some people... Really!

I guess my favourite part was at night, when we all sat down to talk and play truth or dare. It wasn't exactly very informative, since no one was very willing to spill a lot of personal details about themselves, but it was just nice to sit there as a class and talk.

At night, the remaining few talked even more about things ranging from education policies to grading systems of guys and girls. =) Quite entertaining, and very deep too... Too much brain power required and I soon felt sleepy after a while. Then of course, by the beach, it was very very cold, so I was once again freezing!

We managed to catch the sunrise, or rather the changing of the colour of the sky at sunrise, (which is still very pretty) in the morning, before running off to the playground to xun zhao wo men de tong nian.

Swings are delightful, and it's a pity that there aren't more of them around. The feeling you get when your feet lift off from the ground is exhilarating, and it feels like all your troubles have left you. The only thing you're concentrating on is how to get higher. =)

We played with this revolving disc after that, which was quite fun too, especially since nf was nice enough to volunteer to help spin us around. And afterwhich we climbed the webbed structure, and I manage to successfully reach the top. Perhaps it was because of the time, so no noisy little kids that jump about or shake the rope, making it wobbly and unstable. In fact I found the thickness of the ropes quite comforting, in that they made me feel secure, as long as I didn't let go. But even if I did fall down, there were levels and levels of ropes below me to break my fall, although I don't think I'd like to try it any time soon.

Trotted off to macs at white sands later before heading to Newton with muppet, jk and nf to play pool. Speaking of which, I started learning just 2/3 days before and I utterly suck at it. But never mind, it's still quite fun so I shall play more often!

Which reminds me, the past few days I've been travelling around Singapore quite a lot, and my MRT journey looks something like this:

Friday:
From Jurong East to Ang Mo Kio (to meet the daoju people for lunch and pool)
From Ang Mo Kio to Pasir Ris (to meet the class for bbq)

Saturday:
From Pasir Ris to Newton (to play pool)
From Newton to Jurong (but by bus this time)
From Jurong to Bishan (to meet daoju people for dinner)

Anyway, my first experience playing pool was with the daoju people on Friday, and it was quite fun once I started. Before that we were sianned and stoning by the sides, trying to avoid getting mauled by any random stick or ball. Lt was very funny! Her white ball kept jumping, be it of the table or jumping onto the ledge and rolling for a while before dropping onto the floor. It was just very amusing having an entire table of novices, whilst the other table had pro people... For each game we played, they finished about 2 or 3? XD The original aim of the outing was to go aj ice, but being a public holiday (I guess) it was closed again...

The next day's pool was better, since I finally figured out what I was doing wrong. =) Even managed to win one game against xueying. Haha, must thank her for pei-ing me at the novice table. =)

For the daoju dinner, the most memorable thing that happened was probably the neoprints session? It was so amusing, especially since it was my first time, then they kept rushing rachel by telling her how many seconds there were left to decorate. Then the guys took cards too! And they looked very funny inside, the one with the moon as a background was the best... It looked so... Poetic! XD I'm just very amused by how they pose and act cute... =)

I have been continually occupied and happy the past few days, but what I miss most would be my sleep. Oh well, after finishing my tutorials today, I will sleep early. =)


Saturday, March 26, 2005


From next week onwards, I'll attempt to go to school and be happy. No more phd as an excuse, and even if I do feel it, I'll try not to show it.

We've been having a lot of outings recently, meeting after school and just slacking/stoning together. If not to while time away, then just for the company, for knowing that you're around people who've been through the same things as you, for knowing that people around you care about the same things you do.

But yet in some way, I feel we're deluding ourselves. Things have already come to such a turn and we must learn to accept it. I feel like I'm more of trying to convince myself than others, but it's nearly impossible to continue like this forever. Other ccas will soon start to take priority, amongst studying for tests and doing tutorials. Then what happens?

I'm not going to claim I won't ever forget, because who knows? Someday, I might. And I'm not proposing that we forget either. To let go, is different from forgetting. Letting go means accepting the fact that things are as they are, huang cheng is over, people have to leave. But no one ever proclaimed that we should forget the spirit of huang cheng, or the people behind it.

And it is about time to let go, we cannot mope about in this little world of ours. As much as I'd like to think, the world doesn't revolve around hc, daoju, or our friendships. It won't wait for us to recover slowly from the habit of not going home early, or of missing familiar faces you always look out for in the mornings/afternoons.

I will miss everyone and everything, but I'm going to move on.


Thursday, March 24, 2005


Can they stay? 1 out of 4 can, 1 out of 9 can.

Will I miss the rest? Definitely. In fact I'll miss the 3 more than the 8... It may sound quite bad, but I've grown much much closer to the hc people than the class. And I've got a bad case of phd. The entire week, I haven't completed a single piece of homework, I sleep during lessons and lectures, I have developed a heck care attitude towards teachers and certain people of authority alike (and or otherwise) and I've basically been gloomy the entire morning/day/night.

=(

Maybe I am just taking things too hard, if other people can recover so quickly, why not I? But then again, do I really want to recover so quickly? Get my life back to it's regular regime. Then lose touch of how to go crazy, how to have fun and how to remember? In that case I'd rather not.

If the depression was a disease, I wouldn't mind dying from it. Solely because it means that I've been through huang cheng and experienced and gone through everything that I have. That I've learnt what I have, known whom I have, done what I have and aspired what I will.


Wednesday, March 23, 2005


Please, please please let them stay.


Tuesday, March 22, 2005


I ponned my first lesson today and ended up subsequently ponning everything till the end of the day. It was very cool, especially since I spent most of it with the huang cheng/daoju people. I'm feeling quite happy now, maybe it's just cos I'm currently having a mass convo with all the daoju people and there's no feelings of depression yet.

But when I'm alone...


Monday, March 21, 2005


我以为我可以不哭了。我真地以为我可以不哭了，但我再写这个的时候，却是在边哭边打字的。要说黄城夜韵，也不知道该从何说起，要说道具，更是难上加难。但这绝非是因为我对道具或黄城夜韵无话可说，而是因为对黄城, 道具有太多话要说,不知该从何开始. Daoju chong nian tou dao xian zai, shi wo sheng huo zhong de yi da bu fen, zi chong jing le daoju yi hou, bian mei you yi tian neng you tai yang zhao zai wo hui jia de lu shang. Dan wo ye ceng bu hou hui, you qi shi zai bai liu de xie mu zhi hou, wo geng shi ying wei huang cheng er kai xin, wei daoju er gan dong, jiao ao.

I'm very proud to be from daoju, I'm very proud of the bunch of people I worked with from the start of the year. They persevered from start till the end, never wavering despite the many people that walked out on daoju and huang cheng for their various flimsy reasons. But then again, it's their loss. They'll never experience the joys of being in a daoju group so small but yet so united. They'll never experience the heartaches and pains of being in daoju, when props are spoilt or when we don't meet others' expectations. They'll never understand the euphoria and joy we experience when we do a quick and silent huan chang, and the audience goes "whoa" and they'll never have that silly grin that can't be wiped off our faces after that, or have that warm tingly feeling when we hear someone praising daoju. They'll never understand how we can be so possessive, that the VT basement is daoju's area and the food and stuff there are all ours too. They'll never understand why we feel heartache and cry when huang cheng is over because that means that daoju is over and everything has to go. They won't understand the feeling of standing on the VT stage on the last day, singing hua chu di ge during xie mu and looking out at the rows of audience, seniors that stand up and sing with us too.

I remember Saturday, everyone feeling tense about the last night, but yet milling around behind the curtains, hugging, wishing everyone else good luck, singing along to the house music and sitting there and collecting our thoughts. I remember sitting down in a small circle, everyone being extremely quiet and just thinking. I remember thinking about daoju and thinking about all the lasts that would happen that day, I remember my eyes welling up with tears and my nose clogging up such that I could only look upwards and try to blink my tears away. I remember the introductory video showing, and me trying to convince myself that I wouldn't cry while watching it, yet when it showed, I felt that same suan suan de gan jue in my nose, and before I knew it I had tears in my eyes. When I moved to my curtain and turned away from the screen, I thought that I didn't see the video, I wouldn't cry. Who knew that just by listening to the music, my tears rolled down slowly. I couldn't even blink them back anymore, I had to take off my glasses and wipe my tears, with the tissues that zhu zhang had thoughtfully handed to all the girls beforehand. I remember trying my best not to look like I was crying, and admonishing myself for sobbing even before the first ju started. I remember hiding behind the curtain during deng an and staring out onto the stage, then counting the people that came into my curtain, before shutting it whilst trying to minimise the noise the chain made when it was dragged along the floor. I remember how kj tried to help me hold the curtain again for the last time, but I refused because it was the last time, and I wanted to do it all by myself, even if I was sick. I remember how when the ju ended, everyone rushed to set up for da mu zhi, trying to get it all done before the emcees finished their speeches, and yiyun and I getting the dining table unfolded and the cloth all smoothed before the ju started. I remember how when wk called rach to see what happened, we all gathered at the curtain and stared at the floor. I remember how I gaped when I saw the lime green underside of the cover and the other part of the painted brown stool sitting on the VT stage. I remember all the thoughts going through my mind then, and trying to get myself to focus on the dining table instead. I remember how people sat down after huan changs and started feeling down about what they did or didn't do right. I remember how during wei, kj did his funny black tape get up again, and the atmosphere at stage right was once again very qing song. I remember how I was stressed about the swivel chairs and how ch kept telling me to put it down more lightly or walk more softly. I remember wincing each time I put down or took up the swivel chair since the seat would automatically contract and extend respectively. I remember our last huan chang, I lost the cushion. I couldn't see my chair cushion on the chair, and I certainly didn't see it on the floor either. Thankfully later wq said that she helped me put it back.

I remember telling jiching about how I xin teng over the daojus being wrecked, and her telling me that the only reason why we missed the daojus so much, was because we missed the people and the times we spent making it. The reason why we piahed so hard for huan changs and didn't have anyone complaining, besides the fact that we didn't want to dui bu qi dao zhangs, was that each and every daoju has our xin xue or is our xin xue.

I remember the VT floor being spotted with patches of water, made up of our tears. When barely a few hours before, any drop found would be swiftly dealt with. That was really ironic, and I remember having this silly grin on my face when ame pointed out that really funny piece of information, whilst having tears streaming down my face. Oh well, conflicting emotions are weird little things.

I remember lenny's nickname, "No numbers, just spirit." =)

Daoju de xin ku, shei hui zhi dao? Zhi you bi ci.
Daoju de xin suan, you shei neng ti hui? Zhi you ni wo.
Daoju de huan le, he shei fen xiang? Wo men de daoju jia ting.
Daoju de xu xu duo duo, you shei neng liao jie? Zhi you yi qi tong du guo, tong huan nan, tong gan gong ku de ni men.


Monday, March 14, 2005


Hmm, a few new things to report... I've got a new handphone! Number's still the same, but it's a nicer model, Nokia 6230. And I've got a new email address at gmail courtesy of hui mei mei, which if you want you can ask me for it. =)

I'm extremely broke this week, since I already spent my entire week's allowance (even the extra 25 dollars my dad gave, above the 25 I'm supposed to be getting).

Where has my money gone:

Saturday:
- Movie -> $8.50
- Dinner -> $4
- Taxi fare -> $1.50

Sunday:
- JTS ~> $20(?) (can't remember the exact amount le...)
- Karaoke -> $7

Monday:
- Huang Cheng stuff -> $18.25
- Lunch -> $3.50
- Sweets for jas -> $5

Misc:
- Loaned $30 to someone

Total expenditure: $97.75

=( I'm a huge spendthrift. Must CURB!!! My piggy bank has less than $200 inside now and it feels extremely empty. Everyone must stop tempting me to go out with them. XP



Okay this is a belated Saturday and Sunday post since it's already 0003 Monday morning.

Saturday

Went to watch Howl's Moving Castle in the afternoon with eugene, (whom was 15 min late!), but thankfully not late for the show. =) Anyway, it was a very sweet show and the guy is chao ji shuai! XD Okay, so he's a big metrosexual, obsessed about his looks and has a tendency to be rather cowardly and dramatic. But he's cute! And calcifer was very amusing too... And cute. And the dog was cute. And I have a serious lack of vocabulary. Oh well, they were all exceedingly adorable! =) The ending was sappy and sweet, the sort that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even though the theatre was cold. But my wallet is still recovering from the fact that I paid 8.50 for a (very nice) cartoon. And must thank eugene for pei-ing me to watch that movie since everyone else had already watched it, even though he was about to sleep/yawning throughout some parts. Oh yar, when the scarecrow turned back into the prince, some kid in the audience started crying... All the way until the end of the show. O.o

We ended up wandering around and settled at the esplanade library to do work. Actually I was reading my national geographic and he was doing work. But we were both waiting for cg to come before we could go get dinner/lunch.

Suntec unfortunately was having a IT fair that I think half of Singapore was interested in visiting. So in order to make our way there, we squished through throngs of people, brisk walking and cutting through crowds just to reach the overhead bridge. But looking at the overhead bridge's never ending line of people, the three of us (successfully) attempted to jaywalk and reached Suntec city feeling not so squished.

Even though cg wanted to go there to get a new camera, we abandoned the idea in the end since it was 1) very crowded 2) late. Squished past the crowd and (jaywalked) across the road again to make it back to city hall. Then attempted to chiong all the way back to school. In a taxi nonetheless, before we realised we were early anyway. Then cg and I were stoning around at my class bench, waiting for boonpin or the audi doors to be open.

Skipskipskip to concert.

I don't know, but somehow nycb sounds better in my opinion. Although they mess up the national anthem every morning, but when it comes to their concert, they sound very polished and grand.

-randomness- I just read amelia's entry about daoju and wo bu you zi zhu de ku le. There's just so many memories, so many things that will forever stick in my mind. The books we painted and repainted, that were never to be used. The clock that they made and we remade that is now sitting cautiously in an ikea plastic bag. The litres and litres of paint that we used to white wash panels, the shelf, the doors etc. The paint that somehow or another found it's way onto me and my clothes. The enamel paint that sticks adamently onto your skin and clothes, refusing to come off unless dealt with by turpentine. The pink panels we painted so dutifully, staring at the panels and wondering how on earth the same shade of pink from the same bucket could produce different colours and white patches on the panels. I'll remember how they painted and repainted and repainted again the shampoo bottles. Or how they did the lightboard and touched up and added things and touched up and used modern technology to help the font look neater. Or how the rotten black paint stank to high heavens and we had to use it to paint the swivel chair bases and many other black objects. Or how we rejoiced when that bucket was finally used up and we could open a new can that didn't smell so bad. I'll miss the radio that provided endless hours of entertainment, or kaijie's collection of songs and cds that included songs from our generation to that of our parents. I'll remember the crates that we painted, repainted and painted and painted over and over again. I'll remember white washing the backdrop, receiving the news that it didn't look alright and rewhitewashing/painting it all over again. I'll remember how chio the heart looks when it's lighted up. I remember how we moved props all the way to the audi for our very first lian pai. I remember marking tai for the first time and the irritation we felt at having carpeted floors to which the tape wouldn't stick. I remember it was the first time we moved the see saw to the auditorium and it took all of 3 or 4 people to lug it there. I remember our very first lian pai, where we broke about every single rule in a good daoju member's book. We sat on the floor, sat on daojus, talked backstage, peeked at the show from behind the curtains and essentially bonded to a certain extent. I remember feeling a sense of apprehension when the zong jian made us stay back after lian pai yi, only to release us a moment later, with no scolding whatsoever. I remember moving props all the way to the hall for the following lian pais and zong cais. I remember marking tai till late at night, and coming early for cai pai the next day. I remember the tech runs we would have before the actual run, and the few minutes of break we would have that we would spend lounging around on stage, furiously drinking water or lying down to rest. I remember the stress and tension I feel everytime wei starts. I remember how I move the swivel chair and now grow to hate it to bits for being so noisy and it's uncanny ability to move away from facing the audience when you put it down. I remember dropping the canteen bench on my foot, one daoju night that I was very irritated with myself with. I remember that same day I vented my frustration on the poor swivel chair, putting it down with slightly more force than necessary. I remember how when we huan chang from tian tang to damuzhi, how yi yun and I would frantically rush to the brother's door and try and push it to it's proper marking. I remember that the same week, I had the canteen bench falling on the same week as the week whereby the platform went over my foot. I remember yiyun and I giving each other looks during damuzhi, or the daoju people telling me to jia you for the 3 swivel chair huan chang in wei. I remember how all the daoju people give each other that same knowing look when some yan yuan rough handles our props. Or how we giving each other knowing smiles when it's damuzhi and we hear the erhuh or CIMT. I remember niaoing amelia and being niaoed by xiumin. I remember having 10 minute or less dinners, slowly progressing to no dinners (at least for me) and not even wanting to go to the canteen, preferring instead to stay and help out with the banner etc. I remember the daozhangs and their way of clapping. I remember jiayi's rawr and liting's walking on the spot. I remember weekuan sleeping at every opportunity he had, in B107 or at the hall stage. I remember laughing at the guys acting gay. I remember laughing during debriefs when the guys would announce their new group name. (Like xun yue tuan) I remember our often visits to KAP and just sitting there and crapping. I remember everyone from daoju, amelia, rachel, rebecca, ji ching, angela, wenqi, xiumin, zixian, zhiyu, jas, lin min, hua ming, liang cheng, lenny, nicholas, xin yu, xue fen, darryl, kaijie, cheong heng, the nj senior that comes back every now and then, the seniors from dunno which batch of daoju that will come back and help (and cause us all to feel extremely stressed for some unbeknownst reason), siokyee, kailing and of course, weekuan, jiayi and liting. I will miss every single one of them and the sounds of the radio coming from the amphitheatre that signals that daoju is at work, I'll miss peering into B107 when I go there early to see if anyone is around and being greeted by the sight of bags, since those that are here are at the amphi helping out already, I'll even miss washing paintbrushes and cursing whenever I wash enamel paintbrushes and get paint on my hands. I'll miss the paintbrushes that never seem to be completely clean, I'll miss the blunt penknives and scissors that sometimes hinder more than help our progress. I'll miss the boundaries of the daoju gong zuo fang that are marked out by raffia and nylon string. I'll miss expanding our boundary whenever new massive props are made. I'll remember walking into the raffia when they did. I remember all the chalk vandalisms that are written under the staircase, and how we heaved it up the narrow staircase to the hall. I remember how someone said there was a mouse in the woodpile and how the woodpile grew fungi. I'll miss the sounds of the mu gong in the background and everyone else having to shout over the din. I'll miss everything about daoju and huang cheng and I don't want it to end. I really don't...
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As I was saying (it's now 8 plus in the morning and I'm in a much calmer state of mind) nycb sounds more polished and coordinated. Or maybe it's the acoustics of the place? I was suddenly a bit regretful that I didn't fully appreciate the facilities we had back at ny. The stage I'm now extremely grateful for and the science labs. I didn't enjoy the concert as much as I would have liked to, but I think it's just me. And the audience that night had quite little knowledge of ettiquette. Cheering and all is fine, but there has to be a certain limit! And it's not some singer's concert or anything, it's a band concert for goodness sake. If people don't shut up, there's no way the concert can progress. The conductor even had to turn around and shh the audience, but after a while another group shouted again, then another. It was extremely disappointing and I know that if it was back in ny, we'd have a extremely nice talk early in the morning the next school day. Oh well.

Sunday

Woke up bright and early to have tuition for two hours before rushing to get to city hall and hoping that I wasn't late. (I wasn't! In fact I was still early and only like 3 or 4 people were around yet.) Skipskipskip till at Suntec, where the congested human traffic meant that we were squeezing through even more people to get to Sizzler's by 1230 so that the reservation wouldn't be cancelled. As usual I was brisk walking all the time trying to keep up with kai ling etc. When we finally reached the place, we stared at the menu and most of us decided on the salad bar in a last minute bid to salvage our wallets. It wasn't too bad actually, since shell and I decided to try a bit of everything and took small amounts of nearly everything at the salad bar. We also set up a new club called ping guo pai (apple pie for the uninitiated) for apple lovers! And da man 2 has huang li pai (aka pineapple pie, also for the uninitiated). I guess we didn't really bond with the seniors since it was guy girl segregation and senior junior segregation at the girls' table. =( Interaction wise it was a disappointing meal, but I had daoju outing to look forward to.

Left with xinyu after talking and paying up at Sizzler, whilst some of the class went to kai ling's house for mahjong. Thinking that I was late, since liang cheng told me that they were meeting at 230 to make xiao dao ju, I was trying to rush, but xinyu was rushing more than me. We ended up meeting really early and the xiaodaoju was nearly finished anyway. Xinyu ended up mugging and the rest of the j1s were playing weird games from primary school... Huaming especially kept whacking ame till her hands were red, then no one wanted to play with liang cheng cos of his seemingly violent tendencies. (whacking the back of your hand till it bleeds apparently) And we concluded that guys have veins that stick out, and nicholas has this uncanny (albeit disturbing) ability to move one vein across a bone or something. =S Then the rest of the seniors and jas came then we proceeded to Temasek club. It's in this place which looks really ulu from the outside, but is very re nao inside. Finally managed to play bridge properly whilst waiting for it to become 6 pm, since jas booked it from 6 to 9pm.

Went in there and finished the bridge game, whilst other people were singing. It was quite funny, since whenever any weird or old song came up, the mike was passed to kaijie, since he was the one with the remote control and probably chose all the weird songs too! I think I recorded some of it, shall look through my phone later. I remember the guys acting gay all over again, and dancing ai ni! (which I video recorded... XD) I also recorded dang ni gu dan (daoju version), haiz...

I'm going to miss hanging out with this bunch of people. =( I feel closer to them than I do to my class, but thankfully my class has a lot of huang cheng people, so we all know what each other is going through. And I think I'm finally getting used to having a large number of guys around the school now, from daoju, since my class can't be said to have an even remotely large number of guys... I enjoyed the karaoke part and even the nightwalk through some weird track where we sang things from daoju 2005 de gao bai to the tchs school song to entertain ourselves and zhuang dan since it was extremely quiet. We crossed a train track and avoided stepping on the middle line since it's the one that's connected to the electric supply, I think. But quite cool lahz, since I've never done it before and will probably not do it again... =) They ended the day having dinner at some old hawker centre which didn't sell very good food, and I reached home past 11 again. Thankfully didn't get nagged or anything since both my parents were already asleep and my grandma was close to falling asleep.

Unfortunately expenditure for the past two days has been really really large and I hope that I get my money back from xiaolee soon... My piggy bank is getting empty... =(


Saturday, March 12, 2005


I know I haven't been blogging for a while, but my busy schedule does not permit me to do so. Although I used to blog after huang cheng last time, but now by the time I reach home and come online, most of the time I would be asleep in front of the computer in an hour or less. That of course does not make for a good state to be blogging in.

But things are more or less the same, huang cheng every day! =) Lessons etc. I think I managed to start some bridge thingy in class, since everyone seems to be so interested in playing bridge now. I still suck at it, but never mind, I should get better with practise. The entire of this week, I don't think I did a single piece of homework that wasn't of utmost importance. In fact the only thing I remembered doing was GP, and that was 'cos there was presentation the next day. Didn't do it very well anyway, cut and pasted information and once again did not write my speech or prepare well beforehand.

Anyway, back to huang cheng. I love it to bits! (Have I been saying that a lot recently?) It's very fufilling, and the only reason why I came to school at all the last entire week was for huang cheng. I look forward to it, counting down the lectures and tutorials that I would have to sit through before school ends. I look forward to it coming, the climax of my entire experience I would think. But yet I don't want it to end. I know it's not possible to wish for one and will the other away, but one can hope, can't I? I want to go to the VT and do everything well. I hope daoju doesn't get scolded, but I'm sure even if we do, our morale will still be really high after that. =) I love daoju for our closeness, that everyone is there for each other and how we work together for one common cause.(Does that sound vaguely communist??) I'll probably never ever get a chance to do something like that ever again, and I really treasure it. I could never imagine that three months before, I was tired of huang cheng. Now I don't know what I'll do next week... =(

Read a rather disturbing blog entry by someone somewhere. Details can be obtained from hui mei mei de blog. But in short I just find it sad and extremely ironic for someone to declare the huang cheng people in class to be self ostracising, when the person in question ostracises him/herself even more often. (Not that huang cheng people ostracise ourselves anyway, we're an extremely sociable bunch) Secondly, if you don't want to get to know and socialise with other people, do you think it's fair to declare that no one in class knows you? Or that you will never relate to anyone in class?

Haiz, I feel a bit maligned, but never mind. I will not let such a small issue affect me. =)


Sunday, March 06, 2005


Hehe, I shall heed my junior's advice and type in paragraphs. Should put my GP knowledge to good use too, ie. including Topic Sentences.

TS: I am clumsy and hence have more injuries from huang cheng.
Elaboration + Examples: Huang cheng zong cai 2 was yesterday, and I think there was an overall improvement for daoju, although I still felt very dead from everything. But I think we're getting used to it or something, since I didn't feel like we moved a lot of things over... Although on Friday I felt terribly weak by the end of the night, that even moving the canteen bench felt difficult (and it was with someone else at the other end too). And yes, it's the same canteen bench that fell on my foot before. Which reminds me, I now have a blister on my toe. I don't know how it got there, but it hurts, a lot. =( The above mentioned toe is also on the same foot that the canteen bench fell on. Also, my foot got rolled over by a platform during tech run. Actually I think I'm more accident prone than clumsy, or maybe it's a heavy dose of both.

TS: Huang cheng zong cai 2
Elaboration + Examples: Woke up relatively early in the morning feeling rather blur and groggy, probably due to having not enough rest/sleep. My muscles were protesting after the night before's labour, but to no avail, the show must go on! XD (too much moulin rouge) But went there and did painting of the brother's door, which I think doesn't look too bad. (Coincidentally the brother's door's platform was the one that rolled over my foot) Then my jeans became very artistic with random blobs, straight lines and curvy lines in assorted colours. The huang cheng shirt was also spotted with yellow... If there were competitions for backwards walking, eating and maybe lifting weights, daoju would win hands down. I really applaud everyone in daoju for being daoju, with that spirit and all. =) Love all of them to bits! The rehearsal went relatively smoothly, with not so much noise or screw ups, but apparently one of the scene changes took close to 22 sec cos of something... =( Oh dear. Must jia you! Hope to get below 8 by the time we jing VT, cannot let the seniors and everyone down. What we don't have in numbers, we make up for in spirit.

On a less emotional note, daoju has > 10 minute lunches and starves till the end of the night. Especially yesterday, we were hungry, then saw all the food from damuzhi, like the packet rice, the cake etc. But we didn't have time and couldn't eat till the entire thing was over. After which we rushed down to the daoju area and started on the biscuits that the very nice damuzhi people sent to daoju. =) Xie mu was quite okay I guess, ame and I were hypering by ourselves at the side, and she actually brought ear plugs... By the end of the entire thing my legs felt like dropping off, since we couldn't sit down throughout the entire play and we were essentially moving things around, arranging things and keeping alert for our cues. In the end, I was hopping a bit before xie mu to keep my feet less suan, even though the effect was only temporary. Not to mention that the incident involving the canteen chair had left a huge blue black on my foot, and that it was starting to hurt and affect my walking. Oh well, helped to move daoju back anyway, and after applying some weird medicine it feels better. =)

TS: Rest of the day... (This is a CRAPPY topic sentence that doesn't really seem like one at all, but wtheck)
Elaboration + Examples: Went to go find talentime people at the audi (actually I wanted to crash, but I didn't know how and I was so tired that I wanted to go home anyway). Saw the usual people and talked and stoned around for a while before going back home. =) I love co peeps too. Although I miss my juniors horribly as well. Which reminds me, they're going to start camp tomorrow, hope they have fun! Especially the sec 3s and 4s, sec 3s must enjoy OBS, it's really cool and must be open about experiencing new things there. The sec 4s should just take lots of photos, since sec 4 camp is quite... Crappy. But it's fun 'cos you're with a class that you've known for 2 years and the food is good and they let you have quite a bit of freedom in movement if I'm not wrong... =)


Wednesday, March 02, 2005


I started off this morning feeling quite down, for no apparent reason. A bit emotional maybe and definitely I was so bloody sleepy, that I actually slept from the time he came in (which was some way into bio) till we were supposed to greet him. Within that short span of a few minutes, I managed to fall into deep sleep... Unfortunately we had to do some Oral Presentation that day and I couldn't sleep the rest of the lesson, especially since I got niaoed on my speech + distracting actions + lack of eye contact + fidgeting + shifting of my weight from one foot to the other etc. I'm feeling quite miserably academically, especially after the chemistry test and practical, not to mention the release of the o level results and tomorrow's impending doom - biology lecture test. It may not sound that scary, but when it's on 5 topics, and you've only done 1 miserable topic which isn't even very important, you might start to freak out, or wallow in self pity, which is what I'm doing now. Today's the first time in a while I felt low after daoju. Maybe it's because the actual show is getting closer and everyone's nerves are a bit frazzled, so sometimes people start to get a bit tense. Somehow throughout the course of the day I managed to cut myself 5 times, since I now see 5 lines on my fingers... And then I also somehow managed to drop the canteen bench on my right foot, at which a nice blue black is in the midst of forming. Then of course had co auditions before daoju, happily screwed up most of it, since I wanted to go for daoju earlier. Then at daoju, I suddenly missed co (or rather the people inside) and wanted to go back, but I couldn't. =( We were also lianning huan chang, and now we're moved to stage left, with much more space, but is also disgustingly far from where are props are supposed to be! Meaning that each time the act changes, we move from the top right hand corner of the stage to the bottom left hand corner, move the prop around then go back to the top right hand corner. Then they say we're too slow, don't run, too noisy, not accurate etc. =( Swivel chairs are noisy nasty things, they're probably the only daojus that I will be happy to see go. I got rather irritable during daoju, to the point that I got annoyed with wq for whining in a kidding manner about how I didn't tell her where to put the props. I got fantastically defensive, then when we were supposed to paint the bottles, the paint looked gross! The lines were clearly visible and the paint was so thick and took so long to dry... =( It's times like these when I feel I can't do anything right, that the more you do, the more mess you create. Haiz. How awful.