I haven't been posting for some time, so here goes:

Wednesday: SA Day. English was relatively okay; I had to write the summary question down to keep focused, but other than that I think it should be averagely all right.

Lit was the killer. I blanked out and started sweating (in the airconditioned room) and my pulse started racing and I felt like crying a bit. But I sort of got my head together in the end and finished a (short) answer. Was a bit scary when I saw everyone else tying their scripts together when I hadn't written enough to need to tie my papers, though.

I think RALA's messing with my priorities. Bleh.

Training was pretty fun, Arts Fest prac was quite fruitful and for once, I learnt to appreciate my forced music training. PT was...touching. It's really weird to be exhausted and yet feel like crying at the same time.

Yesterday: Math GA2, after 2 hours of solid mugging. It was easier than the assignment, sheesh :/ Not complaining though. 311's supernice WelfareComm gave the Jan-Feb babies cute sunglasses as birthday presents! It was pretty amusing when people started camwhoring while wearing the sunglasses.

Today was boring; SLIGOH was okay but listening to the speeches after that was torture. Physics CES made me wonder why I'm still taking Physics when I swore I'd never touch the subject again in Sec 2.

Finally ate a McValue lunch, yay! Still felt abit hungry after eating the Big Mac McValue Meal, though. THIS CAN'T BE NORMAL. A BIG MAC IS BIG AND FILLING. WHY AM I EATING SO MUCH?! I used to eat very little when I was a kid, but suddenly at the age of 7 my appetite just grew and grew. Scary.

Victor has an incestuous relationship with Elizabeth.

Walton has an unnatural fondness of Victor.

Creature, Victor and Elizabeth have a triangular relationship filled with sexual tension...?!?!

Walton has an almost-incestuous relationship with Mrs Margaret Saville.

Creature is TIKO EWWWWWW (because he wants a female companion)

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...just some of the things I found in my notebook while studying Lit. Did we really say all that stuff in RALA?!

Mentors' Tea was...somewhat disappointing.

Left home super early in the morning, but the bus drove off just as I reached the interchange so I only got to J8 at 7.55am. I ran all the way to the gate Vic was trying to direct me to, and she brought Jinghui and I to Junior Block.

We were early, so we went to the toilet first. The RI girls' toilets are SO CHIO kay. They look like freaking chalet toilets. Life is so unfair.

I took a picture.

Don't ask me why I look fat. I don't know, okay!

Tea with our student and expert-mentors wasn't much of a tea, because we all forgot to get food for ourselves. And the meeting was so formal and working-relationship la D: I know it's stated in the rules and regulations, but it's so...not fun. Anyway our student-mentors are coming to RGS to see us on Thursday during RS block squee!

Oh, and our rules and regulations regarding the relationship between mentors and mentees are so detailed it's freaking hilarious. Will post it up sometime.

Our expert-mentor, Ms Pao, is apparently from the Supreme Court :O Wow. And she was an old girl, too.

I went for high tea with my parents and grandma at Sheraton Towers after that, it was awesome and they served chocolate fondue! I decided to practice calligraphy with my leftover melted chocolate.

Thus:


But my dad picked up a metal fork, dipped it in chocolate and changed it to this. :/



(Note: These two pictures were posed for; ie. I scrubbed out the top part of the 'g' my dad wrote and added it back in later for the sake of photo-taking.)


This wasn't posed for, though. I got more chocolate to write a longer message and draw a star with. So pretty right. :D But all the waiters and waitresses didn't dare to clear the plates I wrote on leaving me with plate overflow and too much chocolate. Sigh.

Or maybe they actually managed to figure out that I wrote the message to laugh at them for their plate-clearing efficiency, and refused to take away my plates after that. :/

Firstly, let me thank everyone who wished me a happy birthday. Since I lost count somewhere after recess, I shall name groups of people, but be assured that I'm thinking of every one of you even though I'm lazy to type out your names one by one:

1. Yearmates <3 who came to my CLASS and wrote Happy Birthday on my whiteboard, thus cementing my fate. Everyone in class obviously remembered my birthday after that. And they sang me my third birthday song before lunch! And were really nice about my not going for ArtsFest prac for the next two days :/ Mentors' Tea, sigh.

2. 311!!! Greenchopsticks. Denise was cutting green cloth before PE, and I thought she was using it for needlework or something until the whole class suddenly put this green sash on me with the words "<3 FINALLY FIFTEEN" on it. :O Now our class has a class birthday sash, lol. Super touching k, I almost cried until everyone decided to sing me a birthday song. IN THE CANTEEN. GRAWRRRRRR. But thanks 311 for the 2 birthday songs :DDDDD

3. Zhiming, whom I haven't talked to in super long, but still came over and wrote me a note!!! She is too nice.

4. Yanhan. Okay she's really creepy, because I don't know how she knew it's my birthday today and nobody ever told her. I think. I suspect Vic/Xinyuan involvement.

5. RALAians and Dr Sakhar, who amusingly stuck his head out from the 3rd floor of J2 and shouted down "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRYSTAL!" He apparently has all his students' birthdays written down somewhere and memorized. Amazing.

6. Mrs Abbas, who normally scolds me because I'm her worst nightmare but was super nice to me today because it's my birthday. Lasagne and tiramisu <3

7. Yoony! MPP groupmate! I have no idea how she remembered either. It's amazing how much people can remember these days.

8. Lidan. This is starting to freak me out. Everyone has a microchip embedded in their brains dedicated to birthdays, I swear.

9. AIYA FORGOT LE LA. Shall add more when I remember! If you wished me a happy birthday and your name's not here, feel free to punch me.

Okay now on to the presents!

Thanks to:

Mala, for the really sweet birthday letter;
Xinyuan, for the chio shirt which she picked out because she hates it and I love whatever she hates;
Rachel, for the promised freelunch at Yoshinoya;
Chuleevoon/Voony, for the AWESOMELY CUTE STITCH SOFT TOY which Vic used to play a prank on Denise because it reminded us both of Wesley;
Denise, for the sock which I used as a hand puppet, to great comical effect;
Vanessa (Tan), for the chocolatey mirror which I think I cooed about a very long time ago in Action City;
Xinglingzhi, for writing on my class whiteboard and staying up till 12 midnight to dedicate a post plus write on my tagboard (omg I feel so bad. LINGZHI IF YOU'RE READING THIS, GO SLEEP. NAO.)
Audrey, for the fake bread which I almost tried to eat lolol!
and
Vic and Xinyuan for the subsidized Pastamania lunch today.

Did I miss any present out? Kill me if I did.

Now for the confession:

I DON'T DESERVE ANY OF THIS. When I see birthday alarm thingums on Facebook, I routinely dao them. I hate writing birthday letters unless I've got a poem to go with them, which is why I still owe Xinglingzhi a birthday letter from last year. I don't give people birthday presents. For that matter, the only person whose birthday I can really remember is Jean Henri Dunant.

SO PLEASE, DON'T BE SO NICE TO ME. I CAN'T TAKE IT. I think I shall shrivel up in guilt while surrounded by all my nice presents.

Haha just kidding la. I'm honestly touched. I vow to remember people's birthdays from now on.

And I owe Voony a tofu. I think I told someone I'd get one for her when I have enough cash, just that I spend every single cent of my money every month :/ I should have savings this month, though, thanks to excellent financial planning and prudence. Yay.

I was listening to my iTunes library when I realised I have a pathetic number of songs, thanks to the comcrash last year which left me bereft of songs.

SO, IF YOU HAVE NICE SONGS BY ANGELS AND AIRWAVES (superband! Hinthint Xinyuan :D) OR GOOD CHARLOTTE (because I lost my GC songs in the crash) OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT PLEASE BE NICE AND SEND ME TYTY.

Hopefully I'll be able to reach 500 songs by the end of this year. I used to have a lot more D: currently I've only got around 280+ .

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Math sucked. That's all I'm going to say.

I had a rather interesting day.

It started at 4.28 am when my phone suddenly beeped. In a recent Facebook quiz I mentioned in my answer to the "Someone SMSes you at 4am. Who is it?" question that nobody would ever SMS me at 4am.

Well, I take that back.

Xinyuan dearest SMSed me. And it wasn't anything important either. SHE WAS SUFFERING FROM INSOMNIA AND DECIDED SHE HAD TO TELL ME WTF. I was partially woken up by the beeping, and my mind started running through all the reasons why my phone could be beeping.

Brain's line of reasoning: What day is it today? Saturday? Sunday? Oh, it's Tuesday. Now, why is my phone beeping? Aren't I supposed to be going to school? HOLY SHIT, I MUST BE SO LATE IT'S RECESS AND MY FRIENDS ARE SMSING ME TO ASK WHERE THE HELL I AM.

*jumps up*

And...it was 4.28am. Majorly pissifying man. For the rest of the day I kept taking short naps between lessons because I felt sleepy the whole day. Though it isn't actually Xinyuan's fault because most people switch off their phones when asleep or have the sense to put them on Silent, I shall just blame her because I don't want to admit I should have switched it off. (:

I slept for another hour till 5.30 am, dressed, got onto the schoolbus, got off, went to class and promptly fell asleep on my table again until Yvonne woke us all up and dragged us to assembly.

In the GO, I ran into Mr TJLee. So I asked him whether my group got into MPP, and he told me to go inside and ask Vic and Xinyuan lolol.

WE GOT IN MUAHAHA.

It was a glorious morning. Apparently we have a Mentors' Tea to go to on Saturday, but it doesn't clash with Saturday high tea with the parents HEE HEE HEE. Poor Xinyuan can't go because of Challenge Shield. All the more reason to laugh TEE HEE HEE.

Best of all, it's at RI, which I've been wanting to visit since forever because I'm already Sec3 but have never stepped into RI before.

TEE HEE HEE.

4 out of 5 of the teams RGS sent in made it through the second round. But here's the bad news: we have a final round to go through. Something about the mentors selecting us, sigh. Must present self well during Bill presentation!

Ohmygosh I am convinced that Denise should join RALA. She is WAAAY awesome. If you can't beat the crowd, join them!

AN ELEGY ( LAUGHS)

I have been keeping this to myself for an inordinate amount of time.


I have bottled these thoughts ----up to the point where silence is not an option.


I cannot keep silent; this gross injustice must be addressed.




(* adjusts fringe to dangle over eyes and thereby obscure everything in view; turns mouth downwards for better emo effect.)





I CANNOT STAND THIS.

I CANNOT STAND THIS ANY LONGER.




I REFUSE, DIFFUSE, ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO KEEP SILENT ANY LONGER.

There is too much at stake. My sanity for one.




Here goes.

Don't kill me for this.

I'm putting myself on the stake here people ! I'm doing this for the greater good!





And that is:





WHY WON'T THE RALA PEOPLE SHUT UP ABOUT THE GREATNESS OF DR SAKHAR FOR ABOUT FIVE MINUTES??







If they manage to do that, I'll stop crying and give them a sweet.
No, wait. I'll not just give them a sweet; I'll throw them a bloody PICNIC.




It's like Discovery Channel Special Edition whenever the Rala people troop back into class.


And what's worse, they troop back in trickles, so I get to hear about the greatness of Dr Sakhar in drips and drabs, culminating in a rather repetitive effect.




Hannah: Denise ! Do you know that Dr Sakhar has DOUBLE DIGIT, DOUBLE DIGIT –DOUBLE DIGIT--assurance! He can speak seven languages !

Denise: OOOH.

( five minutes later )

Xinyuan: DENISE ! DR SAKHAR CAN SPEAK TEN LANGUAGES ! Tamil, German, some Indian dialect, French, Chinese, Japanese, Cantonese and Tutsi!

Denise: oooh.


( five minutes later )


Vic and Crystal : HEY DENISE ! DR SAKHAR HAS DOUBLE DIGIT ASSURANCE! HE CAN SPEAK TWENTY MILLION LANGUAGES!
Denise: oh.


( five minutes later )

Yvonne: DENISE ! DO YOU KNOW, DO YOU KNOW—
Denise: Yes I kno--
Yvonne: DR SAKHAR CAN SPEAK FIFTY THOUSAND LANGUAGES! ISNT HE INCREDIBLE ! He's the best teacher we've ever had! Can you imagine! DOUBLE DIGIT ASSURANCE!
Denise: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Yvonne: DOUBLE DIGIT ASSURANCE ! DR SAKHAR! DOUBLE DIGIT ASSURANCE!
Denise: *cries self to sleep*

( x 100 )



And whats even more frightening is that them Rala people have this awestruck, passion-filled, fiery expression whenever The Dr Sakhar is mentioned.

It's quite scary. One has just got to be content with sitting there and nodding meekly to their adoration filled rants in the fear of being bashed up by ralaies..





AND THEY ARE ALL DEAF.


Rala people are purportedly expert at reading and writing skills.

Since they fail so much at the hearing aspect, I shall type this for them to reread, analyse, and tut tut over.


I hope I get my point across this time:

Hear ye, rala people:



HEARD YOU!!! I HEARD YOU!!!! DON'T REPEAT THIS OVER AND OVER TO ME LIKE CUCKOO OR I'LL GO CUCKOO TOO . I HEARD YOU!!! I HEARD YOU!!!

I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME, I HEARD YOU THE SECOND TIME, AND I MOST DEFINITELY HEARD YOU THE THIRY-SEVENTH TIME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!??!!?!?!?!?!

Goodness.



All this D0-you-know-dr-sakhar-what what what sentence structures are driving me crazy.


Rala people seem to take great pride in shocking the living guts out of innocent passerbys with juicy bits of Dr Sakhar's history.

I tell you, one day I might just, in a fit of frustration, run down and call the famed Dr Sakhar and just ask him for his autobiography .




* Hypothetical situation*

Xinyuan: DENISE! Do you know Dr Sakhar graduated with a PhD from Princeton?

Denise: ( smug look) Yes Xinyuan, calm down. Do you know that Dr Sakhar specializes in fungal growth?

Xinyuan: ( shocked look ) HOWDDYAA KNOW! AHH! I must go forth and tell all
other RALA people to spread the news but avoid repeating it to you because you already know this terrifically juicy piece of news !

Denise: * Enters happy place *




Or even better, we could host Who-has-the-more-magnificent-RA-teacher competitions.




* Hypothetical situation*

Hannah: DENISE!!! Do you know that Dr Sakhar is an expert at fungal growth??? He specializes in the life cycle of enoki mushrooms!

Denise: BIG DEAL ! Do you know that Mr Lim has discovered that the apical membrane of a polarized cell is the part of the plasma membrane that forms itslumenal surface,distinct from the basolateral membrane, and that this is particularly evident in epithelial and endothelial cells, but also describes other polarized cells, such as neurons ??? AHHH!!! AHHH!!!

Hannah: Oh….* sad despondent look* Oh…

Denise:* Enters happy place*



One day.

Unfortunately for Denise, Hannah happily copypasted her post and forwarded it to the RALA yahoogroups, of which Dr Sakhar himself is a member. Well, I suppose he'll be flattered (:

WELL DONE FOR FDC '09!!!!!

Haha 2nd in District and 2nd overall.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Squad #34,
we love you!

17's too tight,
19's too much.
But 18's just right
To impress the judge.

Ahem. The more literary stanza was done by Lingzhi, not me. :D

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Supporting FDC was fun! Only my best memories of supporting were when we were in the Fairfield toilet admiring everything (and retying hair over and over again!), and when we were in Raffles City. Lol. I've got weird highs.

The one annoying thing was the influx of happy couples from all over Singapore at Raffles City. Every few steps you'd see another couple holding hands with the girl holding one of the following: Teddy bear/Random soft toy/Flowers. WHY MUST THEY BE SO HAPPY?! THIS IS NOT NORMAL, I TELL YOU. Nobody at that age likes soft toys anymore, and flowers are just plain depressing because they DIE after a few days. How could anyone derive pleasure from causing the death of a living organism?!

I told Vanessa I'd whack the next joy-filled couple I saw with my pencilcase. So I thudded menacingly up to them, and WHAM! brought it down hard upon the girl's head. But all she did was to say "Oh, honey, it's such a lovely night! I'm sure I felt Cupid fly right over us..." before she fainted, blood streaming from her shattered head. Even then, the romance was not lost as she fell gracefully into her horrified boyfriend's outstretched arms and died there, complete with singing angels and crying lover. It was so Romeo and Juliet that I gagged and ran away. **

On a completely unrelated note, I have tuition in 40minutes' time. How depressing. I should end this post now.

(** Obviously a fictional paragraph. But everyone knows it would've happened that way, because VDay is so sickeningly romantic it's more than just annoying.)

OMG IS THIS CLASSIC OR IS THIS CLASSIC.

While some of us in RALA (including me) were hiding out in our Jblock classroom despite explicit instructions asking us to go back to our homerooms, my awesome class was coming up with this.

101 Reasons to tell RGS students not to be creative.

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Breifly, the Reflection Sheet Questions on our Fire Drill Summarized.

1. Name other unprepared for circumstances that might happen in RGS.

2. Name security lapses in RGS

3. Name solutions

Do it in one paragraph. Be creative in your answers.


They were asking for it.

311's Response:

RGS has threats of tsunamis, SARS outbreak, earthquakes, food poisoning, food shortages, typhoon, bomb threats, math tests, pest invasions, gas leaks, chemicals in the lab spontaneously combusting and with a huge symbol of ‘RGS’ emblazoned in the roof of our school for kamikaze suicide planes to identify easily and aim at. Since the Singaporean government is so popular that we have a Lee Kuan Yew room in the White House, terrorists will defintely try to attack us. For what they have done unto the United States of America they will definitely aim to do unto the United Rocks and Islands of Singapore. More importantly, we are affiliated to RI, which is a number one enemy as this is the party from which sprang forth the PAP. We as RGS girls must play our part and embrace civil, social, physical, psycho and economic defense. In order to prevent our impeding death and destruction we resolve to counter and provide a solution to the security lapses. We must expand our premises so that RGS is not so small that they will be able to eliminate us all at one bomb, build weather forecasts stations around the school, relocate the school away from obvious terrorist targets (Tanglin club which is british, American club which is American and the sacred heart of Singapore that is Orchard Road) and ultimately replace dance lessons with kungfu lessons to ensure that our lives will be filled with happiness, prosperity and progress for our nation. God Bless Am... Singapore.


Personally constructed by 311 and submitted as our class Reflection.

BRILLIANT. I shall never disobey instructions from the Powers That Be again. They have truly proven that whenever you don't listen to them, you miss out.

I don't have time to blog properly, but today was damn classic. We had 2 consecutive RALA blocks first thing in the morning, and everyone knows what happened then;

Dr Sakhar: "Now, we all know that something is going to happen at 8.45 am that we all know the name of but which I cannot mention - "

Class: "Fire drill. -.-"

Dr Sakhar: "...but you're not supposed to know that so let's practise our shocked looks for when the alarm rings later. 1, 2, 3!"

Class + Dr Sakhar: *:O face*

*bell for end of 1st block rings later*

Dr Sakhar: "Now that's your cue to pack up."

Class: "But there's 5 more minutes..."

*alarm rings*

Mrs Hoo: "This is your principal speaking. We have detected a fire at Block A..."

Class + Dr Sakhar: *:O face*

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The panel discussion thingy on Active Citizenry that all MPP people were forced to go for was pretty fun, actually. Denise was another classic; she went up to the mike and this was the question she asked:

"To preserve the common space in Singapore, the government must restrict some cultural practices. How far do you agree with this statement?" while the RGS girls giggled.

Xinyuan The Brave was the first one to step out and ask a question :O I was the last one the LawSoc chairman (Choo Zheng Xi, Xinyuan's idol) allowed to ask something, sigh. Personally I think my question was quite offensive, but nobody else thought so. Good for me :D

They showed the ACRES video again, but the founder of ACRES is a pretty inspirational speaker. Azura's dad was a speaker too. Wow.


Just to add on to Vic's points about Friendship Week:

This is a totally separate issue altogether, but why the hell do people keep singing birthday songs in the canteen? I swear from yesterday to today, I've heard at least 3 birthday songs being sung while I was eating, 2 renditions of Pass It On, 1 of Dedication and another of At The Beginning.

Is this something caused by Friendship Week, or does everyone just happen to share my birth month?

In 8 days' time, when I turn 15, anyone who tries to sing me a birthday song in the canteen, where everyone else will curse me for being the source of their annoyance, will get a big fat punch from me. It's okay if the canteen's empty, though.

Potential Happy Birthday song-singer: "HAPPY BIRTH -- URUMPH!!!!!!!!"

Yups. Try me.

(P.S. After I posted this, I noticed that darling Lingzhi tagged me a happy Friendship Week :O no offence to her, this is purely about (often tone-deaf) people who scream Happy Birthday songs in the canteen with no regard for other people's aural health. Happy Friendship Week to everyone too!)

I'm exhausted after sleeping around 5 hours last night and chionging out half a proposal for Math PT.

And I still have RALA summary to do. Am I glad Dr Sakhar wasn't on Facebook just now to see the conversation Xinyuan and I had about not doing our EL homework :/

I am starting to majorly dislike Amy Tan's books. Reading them makes me feel like my culture's being used to sell a few million copies of books, being eroded and eaten away by overethnicization one bite-sized paragraph at a time.

There is no need to say something in hanyu pinyin for the sake of saying something in hanyu pinyin, seriously. It just annoys the hell out of real Chinese people.

The sad thing is, I can almost imagine this fat, think-he's-so-worldly-wise angmoh picking up this book and going, "AH! A CHINESE WRITER WRITING ABOUT CHINESE CULTURE! AFTER I READ THIS, I WILL BE WELL-INFORMED ABOUT THE CHINESE PEOPLE. For example, I now know that Chinese people only eat potstickers and soggy dumplings."

*puke*

Omg Rach told me something on MSN yesterday that left me quite grossed out.

Vic agrees. It's totally ew la. And don't guys respect girls anymore? I tell you, the only way out is to be a NUN. Guys can't be trusted.

It'd work. If I ever become chio in future, and a guy tried to hit on me;

Random Guy: CHIOBU!!! - I mean, hi babe.
Me: Go away. *starts putting on brown cloth* IMMA NUN. How dare you attempt to befoul my pure, kind character!
Random Guy: *goes down on his knees* I apologize, Sister. Please take this money for a donation to the Convent, and I promise I will never try to lead a female into temptation again T.T

Ideally, that would be the case. If that doesn't work, I'll just grab my nearest girlfriend and proclaim that I am really a lesbian who has decided to come out of the closet. :D

LOL I was memorising my periodic table when I decided to take a break and listen to The Elements Song by Tom Lehrer. (Yes, the one everyone was introduced to in Sec1.)

And I found this song after some searching. It parodies the "New Math" approach to teaching math in the 1960s, and students around my age might find the "base 10" thing familiar - we were taught math that way in kindergarten and primary school. Maybe they still teach it this way now, but I've left primary school for so long, I've no idea what they're doing now.

You can't take three from two,
Two is less than three,
So you look at the four in the tens place.
Now that's really four tens
So you make it three tens,
Regroup, and you change a ten to ten ones,
And you add 'em to the two and get twelve,
And you take away three, that's nine.
Is that clear?

Now instead of four in the tens place
You've got three,
'Cause you added one,
That is to say, ten, to the two,
But you can't take seven from three,
So you look in the hundreds place.

From the three you then use one
To make ten ones...
(And you know why four plus minus one
Plus ten is fourteen minus one?
'Cause addition is commutative, right!)...
And so you've got thirteen tens
And you take away seven,
And that leaves five...

Well, six actually...
But the idea is the important thing!

Now go back to the hundreds place,
You're left with two,
And you take away one from two,
And that leaves...?

Everybody get one?
Not bad for the first day!

Hooray for New Math,
New-hoo-hoo Math,
It won't do you a bit of good to review math.
It's so simple,
So very simple,
That only a child can do it!

Now, that actually is not the answer that I had in mind, because the
book that I got this problem out of wants you to do it in base
eight. But don't panic! Base eight is just like base ten really -
if you're missing two fingers! Shall we have a go at it?

Tagged by Denise;

Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.

1. What is your name? : Crystal

2. A four Letter word : Coke

3. A boy's name : Charlie (radio communications yay!)

4. A girl's name : Charis

5. An occupation : Columnist <3

6. A color : Cyan

7. Something you'll wear : Contacts, when my mum finally allows them

9. A food : Cement

10. Something found in the bathroom: Cap. Like, shower cap. Or toothpaste cap. Or soap bottle cap...you get the idea.

11. A place : City Plaza (home of the prostitutes, baby!)

12. A reason for being late : "C****** kena caught by cruising policemen while peeing on the sidewalk!"

13. Something you'd shout : COLD STORAGE, THE FRESH FOOD PEOPLE!

14. A Movie title : Charlie...and the Chocolate Factory.

15. Something you drink : Celery juice. Not.

16. A musical group : ClickFive

17. An animal : (Monkey, gorilla) CHIM-PAN-ZEE!

18. A street name : Chinese Garden Road. Actually I don't know if it exists, but it probably does.

19. A type of car : Car

20. The title of a song : Chasing Cars

Lol cooking lesson today with Mrs Abbas was so funny.

Xinyuan didn't want to renew our cooking-partner contract (okay fine, we never had one in the first place), so we both fought over Vic lolol. In the end Xinyuan partnered VTey and I partnered Vic, which turned out to be a good thing because Xinyuan + me always ends up in disaster.

Mrs Abbas took attendance first, which was hilarious because when she got to me, her eyes opened really wide and what followed was this:

Mrs Abbas: "And Crystal - " *eyes widen, jaw drops*
Me: "Hi, I was in your class last year. And yeah, I'm the one who can't cook. :D"
Mrs Abbas: "Yeah, I can remember you. You're a nightmare. Next, Xinyuan..."
Xinyuan: "I'm the other one who can't cook! Remember, Crystal and I were partners?"
Me: "Yeah, I think we burned something."
Xinyuan: "Yups :DDDD"
Mrs Abbas: *tragic look*

Vic is SO lucky she wasn't in Mrs Abbas' class last year. But she CAN cook, fortunately, which makes us a fairly okay pair since I like washing dishes and she likes cooking. So she just cooked everything and I washed. Brilliant. I love not having to cook, because when it comes to me and cooking lessons, anything that can go wrong WILL go wrong.

I think our decorated cakes are pretty :D Vic made her cake look like a fruit cake even though we had around the same number of fruits (which wasn't a lot). I figure it was the way she cut the fruit, but I guess I'll never find out how she did it.

I arranged my fruits into a man's face complete with ugly peach unibrow, giant kiwislice eyes, a BishanGay grin and a thick chocolate rice mustache, the last one courtesy of Xinyuan who helped me sprinkle the choc chips because I was running out of time. Then I asked Mrs Abbas whether it looked like a face or not, but she replied that she really couldn't care less because she was happy enough that I managed to get this far already D: I shall attempt to convince her that I'm really a budding chef in the making, just that my *cough* potential hasn't been fully unleashed upon the world yet.

JAPFOOD ON MY BIRTHDAY, HERE I COME~~~

Oh and SS today was awesome, Mr Lee's the best teacher ever :D


"So does that mean that if you're stupid, you can't be different?" (Because people of low intellect are forced together and don't know how to appreciate differences between people, therefore they cannot be put together or they'll fight. So says the official policy, anyway.)

"Yeah, I suppose...that's the way the world works."

Article 14 is hilarious la. I think Xinyuan put it up on her blog before. Basically they have 3 clauses. Clause 1 gives you freedom. Clauses 2 and 3 are caveats to ensure that they can override Clause 1 anytime.

Update: Congress forum now anonymous again. Yay! Let's hope it stays that way, then maybe there'll be more than just Xinyuan, Hannah and I posting.

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Free Will and Determinism

- Caveat: Determinism/Indeterminism are not actually positions in the free will argument

- Theological determinism: Existence of a God who controls our every movement (Problem: If God controls our every movement, then He cannot punish us for what he determined for us to do.)

- Biological determinism: Genetic programming

- Environmental determinism: Frankenstein’s creature’s argument. He is what he is because the environment made him so; therefore his actions are controlled by his environment and not by his free will, so to speak.

- In that case, is the creature vindicated?

Research for RALA. I feel like I've made a gigantic breakthrough. Hallelujah.

fifteen. a chopstick (though not chopstick-thin). ex-coralite, ex-riverlite, ex-rosythian and now a rafflesian.
member of rgsrcy&aikirinashi; love always
and rgavpa - girls in black.

hobo. part-time PUSSian.