Basket.

Well, end of a fairly busy, but fun week. Got my new game and been playing it while I can, and been rather busy with school and CCA work. Life is not bad now, as things go, but well, the future is never predictable. If we all didn't have worries, we wouldn't have anything to think about, would we?

Well, O Level results done, the A Level ones are coming. After this, we'll be next. Scary.

Oh, and, ten A1s but have no idea who Khaw Boon Wah is? Why the hell am I not surprised? Apparently the government is, but that is usual for them. Next they will be forming committees to study the problem of the NUS High School causing increased social stratification. SHOCK AND HORROR! WHAT DO WE DO?!

Try to see the problem earlier, maybe? Novel new idea, isn't it? Give it a shot.

Went to another band performance (I have been averaging about one per year since 1998); a relaxing night of good music, but for the fact that the RJC hall was stifling.

Rest of the day was nothing remarkable. O-Level results? None of my business, but I think RI may just drop a rung this year.

A very ordinary Friday, all in all.

I feel very irritated today... too many funny people doing too many funny things to ruin my life, intentionally or otherwise. That sucks.

I was extremely annoyed by a fly just now. I caught it on my hand, killed it and spent about three minutes looking for its corpse so that I could desecrate it. But I was so happy to have stopped it from annoying me. Now, if only I could do something like that to certain people... swat them.

Another tragedy to make us think. The fragileness of life, that can be gone in an instant, sometimes, literally, in the blink of an eye.

Here today, gone tommorrow. Such it is.

Less than a month to Common Test. One month to NE quiz. By right it is time to feel a wee bit panicky, but I feel strangely detached from reality. As if this is not going to happen, and life will go on as it is now, forever and ever. I know it won't, but what is there to stop me from thinking it will?

I like this too much to even contemplate its end.

Change. Yay, how fun. Our education system cointues to undergo great, big transformations. Now they want to start JC 1 after the O-Level results come out. Single intake. Three terms a year, and a 14-week term? That has got to fucking hurt. So lucky we are over it, and for once do not have to be fat little guinea-piggy lambs to the slaughter. We, of course, also earlier escaped the new A-Level syllabus, which, whatever anyone has to say, is a horrible idea. We are so going to murder our young with all this. Hopefully by then I will be watching with a rather unconcerned eye from, quite literally, afar.

But let us move back into the real world. Ok, essay due. Why don't I feel like doing it? Ooops, actually I never do. The real question is, why didn't I force myself this time? Well, willpower failed I guess.

Damn History of RJ. It is finally done, and I don't care how it sucks. The RJC Archives from now on is going to turn down every single request of help from anyone and everyone, no exceptions. The Almighty could order us with his full persuasive reverie of thunder and eternal damnation and we wouldn't budge. Only he would probably be understanding enough to know how much work we have already, unlike certain mortal personalities.

Bah, well. Sunday morning. Where do the weekends go?

You think something sucks, but you can't say so publicly. Instead, you have to, effectively, still praise it. To me, one of the hardest tasks in life, even though I do think I am a rather experienced exponent of such a skill.

Late back tonight and people seem to be out deliberately to make my life difficult. Shall not say more.

"Bored and going mad from boredom... someone save me please". To quote my friend's MSN nick. If he wasn't in Australia I'll find him and give him a tight slap.

Heard a J1 complaining that day that she "slept at 11", and a contemporary expressing great shock at the fact.

Well, it all has to go on.

Another fresh school week, and it is shaping up to be a rather frenetic one, with my IPW Redux due, and CCA meetings all around. Not to mention, of course, academic work on top of all the above. Joy and happiness.

Let's call for radical change in the education system! No, please, not until we graduate. Yes, it is hypocritical, but people are just like that. Too many vested interests within the system, so change will really be bad, though many rail for it. Good thing we are at the tail-end of education in Singapore; hopefully, that is.

The birth rate has reached a new low. And so has the publicity campaign to encourage it to rise (teaching people how to carress each other in the bathtub on TV? What the fuck?). Oh, how worrying. Well, can't say I care. Maybe the government will find out the real reasons why one day, if only they would stop playing Captain Obvious with our education system (THROUGH-TRAIN WILL LEAD TO ELITISM! SHOCK AND HORROR!). It is good cause indeed for one to roll one's eyes.

Sunday evening and all is well. For now, that is. I predict, however, the piles of undone work will soon consume me, dragging me into its deep, dark maw where an eternity of cold, hunger and unceasing agony awaits.

Oh, what a joyous existence.

Well, survived a Thursday and was rewarded with quite a wonderful class dinner, with all the usual jokes and crappiness and fantastic chicken wings... hah. Wonder how many more such opportunities we'll have; the year is short and passing fast.

Well, that's the long term. Short term: survive one short Friday and it's another weekend, and my AC will soon enough be here. Good times, for now.

More fun and games today as interviews continued, and I played on my role as a sadistic interrogator who can ask an absolutely ridiculous question with a perfectly straight face. And after that bestow a condescending slight smile upon the unfortunate interviewee.

So evil. I just love myself for this.

Class dinner tommorrow, but have to survive a normal (ie tiring) Thursday first. Well, then.

How long have I not posted? Quite a while, apparently.

Had some fun today. I asked our dear interviewees weird questions, and the expressions on some of their faces was simply priceless. The joy of watching people squirm is highly underrated.

I also realise I should cut down on my audible explicit language.

Ah yes, our government is playing Captain Obvious again. Wow, so Singaporean parents don't keep track of what their kids are doing on the Internet! That took you long enough. Even better, our young are viewing pornography! Ok, seriously, are they pretending to be ignorant, or what?

The solutions are even better. "Talk to your children. Warn them of the dangers of the Internet." You can practically HEAR my eyes rolling. And Net Nanny? Oh, please.

I think if there is anything on the Internet we ought to warn our young about, it is the complete idiots, bigots, racists and other riff-raff they could very possibly meet online. After all, stupid people do far more damage to the world than naked women ever could.

I swear that the fucking TS area is fucking cursed. Someone who doesn't like my face probably put a fucking hex on it to jinx me or something. Because I found myself airborne once more in almost exactly the same spot, a mere two weeks after a similar incident occured. Once more on the ground with a sickening feeling, once more wounded in the left leg. Bloody hell.

Better stick to the straight and narrow next time.

I am somewhat intrigued that Shuang Ning can get along so well with her sisters' friends. Because about the only things I have said to my brother's friends are in the vein of "Are you staying for dinner?" and "Excuse me, but I want to use my computer NOW" (yes, with the stress). He is even better; I don't think he's ever spoken a word to any of my friends who came over.

Well, it's probably because they are all the same age, I guess. Can be very difficult to talk to people if you aren't the same age and/or shared similar experiences. Or maybe girls just get along with each other better.

Back to school after Haji. A rather relaxing day today; I was afraid of double PE but in the end I just stood there and fed the mosquitoes as volleyballs whizzed around me. That done, the three huge blocks of lessons slipped by surprisingly quickly.

Following the academic work was an afternoon of being a ruthless Darwinist as the Outlook committee sifted through applications to select some of the better ones for interview. I swear, when you do something like this, a lot of the time you just won't be able to believe what you are seeing and reading, and how people can fail to follow the simplest and most clearly-put-out instructions.

Then back home and etc. Tommorrow will be a fairly short day.

Great afternoon of mahjong followed by a night of MSN convos. I think I am slacking too much.

Fantastic tunes from Zihao. Thanks a lot man.