So there was GuZheng playing (of which I'm really starting to appreciate) by one of the girls from 303, guitar by one of the guys and Chinese painting by (one of which was Z.Z from 302~!) two others as well.

 The sad thing was there was this riddle game in Mandarin and I couldn't understand anything but the occasional number or ren... And yeah, the entire thing was conducted in Mandarin so there was quite a few quotes I found hard to catch. But it would be in Sonal and Ivan that one should place their pity. Really, they must have understood less than I did; and I was already quite squeamish. (Squeamish might not seem appropriate to fit into this context, but I assure you it is)

 I also thought of a few things... I mean, I am Chinese. And I know little on my culture's history or background. And even less about its traditions... I do know the basics, stuff on Chinese New Year, do's and don'ts, and Why It Is Not Okay To Wear Black During Chinese New Year.

 I'm now studying in the study room. With the distraction of my warm, comfy, bed, it's hard to get anything down and I just collapse every time I open a book. It seems to work, I managed to get in one solid hour of studying... (Wow!)

I've just been asked to be an mc for Monday. I was to be someone who would 'fill in the blanks' within programmes, a way of introducing good spoken English. (In which I was to use difficult adjectives to describe events. Strange, considering that I'm more familiar with expletives than adjectives. And not that my spoken English is any good, compared to 90% of the school population. I'm so nervous, Mrs. Yap said that I was to be a model student which means pinning up of all of my hair, making me look bald and through the use of a hairband, making me look even worse than I already do. Not a very good prospect. I don't know what to do.. I feel so nervous, standing in front of a school I barely am part of and making a speech in front of hundreds of equally bored people as if I know what I'm doing. Which I don't. So I hope I can make a prepared speech.
It's going to look good on my testimonial, so I'm taking it up.

I'm also going to enter a Science Research Programme which will take up about two hours every week of my time. If our results are good enough, we get published in Science Journals. And it will look just as good on my testimonial. So yeah...

And with all that, I have to balance my studies.. It shouldn't be that bad, considering that I have two years to prepare myself. Might as well undertake everything for experience this year and focus on studying, and studying alone the next.

Gah. Someone should just shoot me. 

 Anyway, I'm trying to get better in all my subjects... (Overlooking the fact that I'm now using the computer and all.. I really can't help it, my five hours of comp per day has now been reduced to about five a week!!!!!) Especially Maths. It isn't really difficult, not as if I can't understand it or anything but I can't see the patterns at times and it really frustrates me.

 On a side note, I borrowed the Olympiad Maths book for papers for the past ten years and I have full confidence that I'm going to.. fail.

 And yeah, we had a very interesting EM class today. In which consists of inequalities, a bloody question, half an hour and a lot of confusion. From both parts.

 For anyone who cares, Happy Valentine's Day!

 Today, as I was walking to the bus stop,

 (BTW, when you guys back in KL see me, I'll be even blacker than before)

 I met an old lady. (Yet another of the hundreds of people I randomly meet. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but on the first Malay class, I got lost on the way back and met a nice lady; who was a nurse. She helped me find my way back and even escorted me to the right bus stop. Singaporeans are just so nice.) I didn't precisely meet her, she sat opposite me on the bench. I dropped my bottle and gave an embarrassed smile to her when she stared at me. She smiled back and said:

 "Jaga baik-baik nanti pecah."

 I was like, er... I'm CHINESE. And I told her so, politely, in Mandarin. She thought I was a Malay like all the other Singaporeans except for my choir teacher. (She guessed that I got baked from swimming, which is sorta true)

 And it was sort of a pass for her to tell me her life story. She was talking about a certain group of shadowy people who lived in the HDB flat just opposite the school who stole her jade bracelet that she wore for 40 years... I felt bad for her, but not knowing how to express myself I just nodded and gave a sympathetic smile. And then somewhere along the lines I told her I was a Malaysian. She then went, "The money we're paying to the government is for your Malaysians to study here, you know..."

 I was totally dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. It wasn't as if I didn't already know, but I didn't know how to respond to that so I said, "Yeah, and that's why we have to study hard."

 Talk about lame. 

 I tried to escape her as soon as possible, which was when my bus came. I waved goodbye and left.

 And I waited for about 15 minutes in Anderson Sec in which I saw lower sec students kicking their friends' schoolbags, cursing in assorted chinese accents and people screaming in general. Then one of the Malay teachers took pity on me and unlocked the door to my classroom. In class, my HMT teacher assumed that I did not know the meaning of UJI BAKAT.

 I felt so friggin insulted I wanted to kill myself. She gave quite a length lecture about how she didn't want scholars to do narrative essays because their Malay sucked. I blinked.

 Yeah, and I still feel sick.

 If anyone asks me about Singapore, I'm going to describe it in one word; rainy.

 I've been typing stuff into my computer for the past few days, with full intent of posting it when I get a chance to go online - which isn't very often because it means I have to go downstairs and charge my batteries to full capacities. It takes time, something I usually don't have on weekdays. And now, everything is GONE. I don't know where the hell everything went, but they definitely disappeared! And the class t-shirt I designed cannot be hosted in photoshop, the fking thing. AND hotmail cannot be acessed, some idiotic update thing at the EXACT time that I need to go online. What the helll?!??!?!!?!

 So there was GuZheng playing (of which I'm really starting to appreciate) by one of the girls from 303, guitar by one of the guys and Chinese painting by (one of which was Z.Z from 302~!) two others as well.

 The sad thing was there was this riddle game in Mandarin and I couldn't understand anything but the occasional number or ren... And yeah, the entire thing was conducted in Mandarin so there was quite a few quotes I found hard to catch. But it would be in Sonal and Ivan that one should place their pity. Really, they must have understood less than I did; and I was already quite squeamish. (Squeamish might not seem appropriate to fit into this context, but I assure you it is)

 I also thought of a few things... I mean, I am Chinese. And I know little on my culture's history or background. And even less about its traditions... I do know the basics, stuff on Chinese New Year, do's and don'ts, and Why It Is Not Okay To Wear Black During Chinese New Year.

 I'm now studying in the study room. With the distraction of my warm, comfy, bed, it's hard to get anything down and I just collapse every time I open a book. It seems to work, I managed to get in one solid hour of studying... (Wow!)

I've just been asked to be an mc for Monday. I was to be someone who would 'fill in the blanks' within programmes, a way of introducing good spoken English. (In which I was to use difficult adjectives to describe events. Strange, considering that I'm more familiar with expletives than adjectives. And not that my spoken English is any good, compared to 90% of the school population. I'm so nervous, Mrs. Yap said that I was to be a model student which means pinning up of all of my hair, making me look bald and through the use of a hairband, making me look even worse than I already do. Not a very good prospect. I don't know what to do.. I feel so nervous, standing in front of a school I barely am part of and making a speech in front of hundreds of equally bored people as if I know what I'm doing. Which I don't. So I hope I can make a prepared speech.
It's going to look good on my testimonial, so I'm taking it up.

I'm also going to enter a Science Research Programme which will take up about two hours every week of my time. If our results are good enough, we get published in Science Journals. And it will look just as good on my testimonial. So yeah...

And with all that, I have to balance my studies.. It shouldn't be that bad, considering that I have two years to prepare myself. Might as well undertake everything for experience this year and focus on studying, and studying alone the next.

Gah. Someone should just shoot me. 

 Anyway, I'm trying to get better in all my subjects... (Overlooking the fact that I'm now using the computer and all.. I really can't help it, my five hours of comp per day has now been reduced to about five a week!!!!!) Especially Maths. It isn't really difficult, not as if I can't understand it or anything but I can't see the patterns at times and it really frustrates me.

 On a side note, I borrowed the Olympiad Maths book for papers for the past ten years and I have full confidence that I'm going to.. fail.

 And yeah, we had a very interesting EM class today. In which consists of inequalities, a bloody question, half an hour and a lot of confusion. From both parts.

 For anyone who cares, Happy Valentine's Day!

 Today, as I was walking to the bus stop,

 (BTW, when you guys back in KL see me, I'll be even blacker than before)

 I met an old lady. (Yet another of the hundreds of people I randomly meet. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but on the first Malay class, I got lost on the way back and met a nice lady; who was a nurse. She helped me find my way back and even escorted me to the right bus stop. Singaporeans are just so nice.) I didn't precisely meet her, she sat opposite me on the bench. I dropped my bottle and gave an embarrassed smile to her when she stared at me. She smiled back and said:

 "Jaga baik-baik nanti pecah."

 I was like, er... I'm CHINESE. And I told her so, politely, in Mandarin. She thought I was a Malay like all the other Singaporeans except for my choir teacher. (She guessed that I got baked from swimming, which is sorta true)

 And it was sort of a pass for her to tell me her life story. She was talking about a certain group of shadowy people who lived in the HDB flat just opposite the school who stole her jade bracelet that she wore for 40 years... I felt bad for her, but not knowing how to express myself I just nodded and gave a sympathetic smile. And then somewhere along the lines I told her I was a Malaysian. She then went, "The money we're paying to the government is for your Malaysians to study here, you know..."

 I was totally dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. It wasn't as if I didn't already know, but I didn't know how to respond to that so I said, "Yeah, and that's why we have to study hard."

 Talk about lame. 

 I tried to escape her as soon as possible, which was when my bus came. I waved goodbye and left.

 And I waited for about 15 minutes in Anderson Sec in which I saw lower sec students kicking their friends' schoolbags, cursing in assorted chinese accents and people screaming in general. Then one of the Malay teachers took pity on me and unlocked the door to my classroom. In class, my HMT teacher assumed that I did not know the meaning of UJI BAKAT.

 I felt so friggin insulted I wanted to kill myself. She gave quite a length lecture about how she didn't want scholars to do narrative essays because their Malay sucked. I blinked.

 Yeah, and I still feel sick.

 If anyone asks me about Singapore, I'm going to describe it in one word; rainy.

 I've been typing stuff into my computer for the past few days, with full intent of posting it when I get a chance to go online - which isn't very often because it means I have to go downstairs and charge my batteries to full capacities. It takes time, something I usually don't have on weekdays. And now, everything is GONE. I don't know where the hell everything went, but they definitely disappeared! And the class t-shirt I designed cannot be hosted in photoshop, the fking thing. AND hotmail cannot be acessed, some idiotic update thing at the EXACT time that I need to go online. What the helll?!??!?!!?!