Bleagh. That was totally crappy loser-sod stuff. And no, I am not cathartic.

Voila, so the exams ended unofficially for me on the 21st of Sept 2005, along with Estella and Yeekeow (bio paper one was not threatening enough). Being the bummers we are, it was decided that we borrowed VCDs to loaf around at Est's house.... Had lunch with them at causeway point's Long John Silvers where we saw this project superstar guy (apparently I did not notice and failed to notice even thereafter) At Est's house, we watched Bridget Jones Diary which was hilarious but we were evicted. Her brother had come home with his significant other to mark prelim papers (I assume). So we trotted to Yk's house and continued with Bridget Jones and then Bone Collector. Were rather interesting.

Went shopping the next day with Mom since it was a one-day break before bio paper 1. Shopping was RATHER dreary. Had to stand and wait and offer comments for 6.5h in the Ladies Dept with an armload of clothes. I felt my feet were on the verge of cementing itself, leaving me stranded in the world of frillies, heels and Triumph Sloggie Bras forever. 

Bio paper 1 was rather easy, but that remains to be seen. Had lunch with Yeekeow and Stephanie at KFC. After a little tussle with a hairy caterpillar found on Steph's back, Yeekeow and I decided to pierce our ears, after much apprehension on her part. Yeah, so now my left ear has a little hole and her ears had one each. I think the pain associated with piercings is overrated, it didn't hurt that much. The anaesthesia I got injected with when I went for my wisdom teeth extractions hurt alot more. Now, that is an ant bite, a fire-ant. Went to town to meet up with Mum again to shop till I almost dropped. At least I got my winter-wear. My mom called me crazy to go for a piercing and laughed it off. Next, trooped to HMV to meet up with Yanting and little did I expect to see so many RJ ppl and seniors along the way while I was waiting for her. As is expected, they were rather shocked that I actually had the audacity to pierce my ear but the general consensus was (or is) that it suited me (whatever that means....).  

So Yanting and I milled about (I heard screams in the background when I called her to ask where she was) in wheelock to look at the Ipod Nano, which I must confess, looks really sleek and sophisticated. It's my new object of lust. Proceeded to paragon to dine at the Thai Express there because HMV's lemongrass restaurant was too far for the defatigued duo that was us. I think we ordered a little too much but thankfully managed to finish it all. She then gave me a butterscotch irish liquor chocolate bar, which tastes surprisingly good and not overtly rich like most chocolates. My mom called and said she was still shopping and asked me to join her. Being the filial son, I accepted and Yt and I parted ways soon after (after gazing at the Chopard Cortina Watch fashion show that was on in Paragon) . All in all, my mom spent a total of $600 in two days which is really an amazing feat, but she probably spent alot more in her youth.

This is getting irritatingly narrative again. This entry has no purpose. Stop reading to prevent fermentation.

Celebrated Paula's and Shenye's birthday the next day at NYDC at Heerens. The Chocolate cake was interestingly crafted but tasted heavenly nonetheless. Milled about again. Then went to see Alyn for the last time before she flew off to England to read law. Okay. so that's it. My day has panned thus far.

before going home my mom called me lazy infront of dr. boey...and she said, "lazy means smart mah" ..as if...but it was meant as a rhetoric...my mom had to say, "no lah, he keep getting elephants!" bleh...and it's not wholly true...I've had my fair share of good grades k.

Desperate Housewives just ended its first season! YESTERDAY resulted in MULTIPLE CLIFFHANGERS!! Now I'm teethering on the precipice myself!!! I am desperate for Desperate Housewives!! Cold turkey, withdrawal symptoms and the whole plethora of mind-debilitating ailments now plague me!!! No DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES, NO MEANING IN LIFE! HAVE SUCCUMBED TO PERVASIVE AND TERRIBLY NEGATIVE MEDIA INFLUENCE INTO NEVERENDING SPIRAL OF CORPOREAL CRAVING! NEVER HAS CARNAL CONGRESS BEEN PACKAGED IN MIDDLE-AGED WOMEN! I LIKE OLDER WOMEN! ARGH!!!! MUST RESIST! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HULK CHANGE! (i wish....)

Key-event No. 2:
Assembly today was rather interesting- it got my attention at least. For the record, I was late for school yet again, so I hid in the Hall Control Room (HCR) to escape virulent attendance checking under pretext of AVU duty. 

So here comes HPB, being the holy public bureau under the stringent supervisory of a certain political standing, decided to efficiently meet public concern with taxpayers' money by giving us a pep talk on STRESS MANAGEMENT. It was a very good thing they didn't engage their own staff to lecture us but instead brought in this voluntary (i think) organisation called Thumbs-up: it'll only make us evade paying taxes more.

Hithero strutts in smartly-dressed lady in suit, standard repertoire of the most boring standard and lo and behold, swaggers in largish man in typical poseur get-up. You know those so-low-it-shows-my-underwear/boxers/thong-and-makes-me-look-like-Ronald McDonald-but-hey-it's-cool jeans with the white shoulder-accentuating plain tee that also serves to show lineament of Pectoralis humongus which I must say, grudgingly, in the name of fairness, that he is qualified to have.(BLEH!) And in the true spirit of metrosexuality, he accessorised more than Ms. Smart Look! What with blue addidas cap (article no. 526.25) and blue wristband (article no. 6969.69) pushed up to near his elbow. And he has this accent! Yes the quintessential punk boy (he's in his 20s i think) is not what one would expect of a serious and structured lecture on STRESS MANAGEMENT. Juxtaposed against each other, I cannot help but wonder what they were going to do.

So blah blah blah, came the usual know your personality stuff DISC shit, true-life experiences and quite mild stuff which were not too dry and boring. Maybe lazing on stage with a lassiez faire attitude and an outrageous accent of untold origin much made up for the otherwise deadened hall.

Then came the special guest, MTV VJ Donita Rose. Her entre advertisement was amusing, most memorable being an MTV Show clip showing Donita in typical bondage costume in pompous black hair lounging on black chair against red-black intermingling background saying sultrily, "Yes, I am cute, I am nice, OH YES!!!!!!!(arches back from chair and swings black-clad legs)" With that, I was jerked deliciously from my half-supine position.

Oh yes, she was cool, bubbly and spirited without sounding too contrived. Relaxed and with a breath-taking aura around her, she tried to rouse the Rafflesian Spirit in us by claiming that she heard RJC was the best JC in Singapore. Tried meaning attempted but failed....Yes... We at Raffles Junior College are apologectic that as embassadors of the institution, the education system and Singapore have fulfilled our sacrosanct and utmost incumbent duty to showcase the true student's life in the island of the tiny red dot. Hiccup one. She came back gracefully and proceeded to go on with how she was actually very shyyyy and changed when she stumbled upon showbusiness and all the typical stuff about Awareness of stress, Accepting of stress and Adapting to stress. I do not remember typical stuff. She flirted outrageously on stage or below it with her husband (a la Pectoralis humongus and poseur guy) replete with batting of eyelids and the most seductive nuances of voices, references and gestures. Catcalls and coos aplenty from licentious male students. No further elaboration needed.

*on a side note, I commented to Lynette and Shenye that she had a big butt and that jeans did not really flatter her figure too well and Shen ye said it was because she was mixed blood, caucasian and some-other-race and that for caucasians, "fats get deposited on their butt". She said it with such brevity it was hilarious. Oops. Shenye followed quickly by calling me a polyploid peanut. =Reminds self never to buy wig.=

She got this male student to come up and recount his stories of stresss and divulge his secret of staying stress free: I chat with my friends to relieve stress when doing homework then I study late into the night to finish my homework- this followed by a very thoughtful 'hm...' from Donita at his intelligence and doubt of RJC's. To bring things back on track, Donita rejoined quickly, "Don't stare at me like that, I'm married." Laughter followed with playful punches exchanged between Mr. blue Adidas cap and intelligent RJC male student. 

She then volunteered Duyang, some Rugger and some girl to simulate a situation flashed on the screen that was supposed to be punctuated by sound effects from the floor (of course, most sound came from Donita's mic. duh.)  

Quotable quotes of the day, by Donita, just Donita:
"Now she can't read as well. Haha!! (guffaws- both audience and Donita) Just kidding."

Ended segment one of assembly. Segment two consisted of an Ex-rafflesian, Dr. William Tan, the Paralympian Guiness World Record Holder, who was so inspiring he received such a laudation from the floor after his introductory video. Was telling us about this crooked bottle and how the French still made it because it was so hugely popular and that errants should be given a chance to blossom. Did I say he was inspiring? HE IS! He's gonna cycle non-stop on the RI track on e 31July non-stop for charity! And he set up CANTEEN (cancer teens, not school canteens) beneficiary to help cancer-stricken teens! And the posters he was going to sell was in aid of CANTEEN! How often do you see a polio-stricken neurosurgeon doing such charities?! HE IS ONE COOL PERSON! Naturally I bought one poster, and it's autographed! -screams-

Key-event No.3:
PE was rather interesting. Had a 'theoretical' lesson on the principles of physical training. It is also interesting to note that most of the PE teachers have changed to those of the much younger blood variety. Was briefed on the F.I.T.T. and how shoppping is good aerobic exercise because of the 60-90% heart rate thingy....I love theoretical PE lessons.