The morning arrived way too soon. And so I tumbled out of bed feeling like I was a kid again as the bedroom light scorched my eyes. I can't even remember when the last time I'd felt like that had been.

School had been so horribly draggy. I escaped as quickly as possible and ended up back at SC to collect the yearbook and to disturb Serena who was at study camp. Every trip made back to SC always feels like returning home. So I flipped through the yearbook while Serena tried to make notes on physical Geography.

Before we left, she dragged me off to her classroom just to show me the state of which my Chemistry notes are in and her attempts to imitate my handwriting in the notes. Gosh, it's seriously hilarious because her handwriting is a lot rounder than mine and SERENA, LEARN THE TRICK, USE A 0.28 PEN!

I like to harp on things that I can recall from young because I have this irrational fear of losing my memory. I've always wondered that if I would still remember, when I'm thirty, how it was like to wake up in the middle of the night, peering into the semi-darkness of my parents' bedroom, and felt like I was seeing helicopters and ceiling fans whirring about in my peripheral vision. And there's this other thing about deteriorating audio sensitivity as we grow older. Prior to LCD telelvisions and what not, did you ever take note of the high frequency buzzing coming from the telelvision set? It'd always annoyed me and my mom claimed that I was hearing things. And I remember how badly I used to cry when my mom left me home alone after school when I was still studying in a kindergarten. I freaked out so badly, my mom thought I fell and hurt myself or something.

Everytime I close my eyes to go to sleep, I feel like I'm on lysergic acid dyethylamide. Psychedelic-coloured lines like worms and forming patterns sneaking across the endless expanse of black and grey.

Don't mind me, I'm not feeling mentally-sound at all right now.

I felt like being at the piano but I realised that I didn't know what I wanted to play. Ended up spamming quite a bit of The Cure and thought about the times when Debo and I jammed to Lovesong as well as the awesome near three-hour concert in the Singapore Indoor Stadium with Skylar and Debo. Maybe I'll listen to them before I sleep tonight.

I've been using Twitter quite a lot. What a weird thing to say, but true.

It's only been three days back at school with lessons and I already feel so tired. Sheesh. They'd postponed College Day and Learning Fest but homework's coming back on and MSAs are coming in about a month.

School's been ending pretty late and because of H1N1, we actually have fixed seating arrangements now, even for laboratory practicals and lectures. It's one of the most ridiculous things ever because the new timetables scheduled many more breaks and within these breaks, close contact is inevitable, espcecially when it's always so packed during the breaks. And because there are so many students taking H2 Economics, they can't even afford to seat us in alternative chairs. As for the other lectures, the people sitting right at the side can't even look at the screen properly.

If they're ready to move on from H1N1, why are they still making this fuss?

Anyway, I watched a wee bit of Michael Jackson's public memorial service on the television yesterday. I'm still in a wee bit of denial about his death. Though I am kind of annoyed at how the media's digging into his private life and releasing it to the rest of the world. Sheesh, can't the man die in peace? So does fame compromise extensively on privacy? Does it always have to be that way?

You know, my Chinese teacher is totally annoyed at me and claims that I'm being deliberately difficult. Okay firstly, why are you being so defensive? It's not like I'm saying you're at fault. Secondly, it was just a comment, I didn't mean it in the you're-wrong-I'm-right way. Lastly, damn, you're reminding me of my mom.

We got back 2 out of the 3 sections of the Biology paper. It looked better than I'd expected but I'm undoubtedly still upset about failing it. Genetics did me shockingly proud though. And I seriously mean shockingly. I just hope for the best when section A is returned next Monday.

Mmm, I've been rambling. Did I mention anything about tchoukball?

& by the way..

#900:


Was watching the Official All-Time Top 40 Michael Jackson hits last night on MTV and that song got stuck in my head. Went out to meet up with Zi Wei yesterday, planning to have towhuay but it was such a hot day, we bought grass jelly instead. After that, I took a bus down to Tampines to meet up with Jia Ying and Li Zhi because we wanted to go to Ikea. I stood among the hundreds of people at the beeping cashiers but unlike their trolleys full of things, I was just paying for a CD rack which cost $2.70. I must have been insane. But at least I have enough space for my CDs now.

There was supposed to be lunch with the class today, but only four people could make it. So instead of the initial plan, Nathaniel, John, Mitchell and I stalked off from City Hall, ate at Long John Silver's and watched I Love You, Man. The funny thing was that I'd wanted to collect my thumbdrive back from Li Zhi after the thing but he replied to say that he would be out. The next thing I knew, while we waited for Nathaniel, Li Zhi walked past us. And at Subway, we were killing time before heading off to the cinema, when Ruici and the entire group of Rafflesians walked by. Talk about coincidences.

Here are my final hours before school officially starts again and I'm going to spend it.. Watching the television.

Dinner today, was one of the funniest ever.

Mom: There are so many places we haven't been too!
Brother: Yeah, like Japan and Korea? Oh by the way, are we going anywhere for the (year-end) holidays?
Dad: Maybe. Where do you want to go?
Mom: Hey, what about Korea?
Me: Nurrrr.
Dad: {Attempts to mock the way they speak} hee-hee-hor-hor

Omglol.

Anyway, I've been spamming The Nanny on YouTube and am almost done with Season 1 while the television airs Season 2. The series however, were out since 1993 and ended in 1999. Yes, it's rather old but the dialogues are fresher than stale gossip of new sitcoms and drama series. The enthusiasm of following up with the series led to a lack of sleep.

Five people turned up for choir today and the teachers decided to cancel in the end because we simply couldn't do anything productive with 2/3 the choir missing. Jodie, Ying Yian and I refreshed our memories by going through the songs due for next Friday at the foyer before we left school.

So choir was cancelled, jamming was cancelled and I went back to the Katong area to collect my new spectacles which most people claim hardly has any difference from my old pair. Well, thank goodness for that. I don't think I'll be able to cope with anymore physical changes. Bus-ed to Tanah Merah to meet Li Zhi because he wanted to buy a CD and I'd insisted on HMV.

When we got to HMV, he didn't buy a shit and I left the place feeling forty-bucks poorer. Oh, the irony. So I walked out with With Teeth by Nine Inch Nails and Fantasy Ride by Ciara. Okay, so they aren't the most complementary of albums but who are you to judge me anyway!

I need the Ikea CD rack so bad right now. I don't like it when my CDs lie around exposed in the room. They look so vulnerable and so threatened by the possibility of being stepped on or even sat on. And you don't know how irrational I can get when my CDs or even just their covers get defaced.

Talking to my mother can be quite exasperating even though I know she means well.

I was planning to wake up an hour later that I had today, but my phone vibrated at seven-thirty. Being a light-sleeper, I woke up and took a look at the screen. Realising that it was a teacher on the other end, I answered the phone call, attempting the best I could without sounding as though I'd just woken up. But it failed. I couldn't go back to sleep so I woke up and attempted to revise a wee bit more of Math before heading for piano.

The piano lesson was mainly spent doing the third movement of the sonata and I struggled with the triplets, once again. Maybe the air-conditioning got so annoyed with me that it started leaking. It sent a stream of cold water trickling down onto my piano teacher's books and scores. Not a pretty sight.

Math paper wasn't that much of a horror but I couldn't do the last question. After minutes of stubborn trial-and-error with some methods, I managed to get the answer to one part but the others.. Nah. So the shock about my hair continues though it's already been a week or so. The CT walked in after the paper to introduce the new co-CT and hand out new timetables and entry proofs. I've never felt so glad about a change in teachers. Not so much in the position of the CT, more so the Chemistry teacher.

Went off to Tanglin Mall after we were dismissed to meet Deborah to get the Nine Inch Nails tickets. I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. We absolutely can't wait for the 10 August now. Met Li Zhi at Dhoby when I was getting home from Orchard because SOMEONE didn't know how to get to the Grand Cathay.

Not sure if jamming's still going on tomorrow since the jamming studio hasn't gotten back to Mitch. Anyway, I'm collecting a new pair spectacles tomorrow. I just hope I won't get dizzy with the new astigmatism prescription.

AHHHH. NIN. NIN. NIN. <3

To be really honest, I quite hate it when people talk to me about studying. Especially about the ways I should be studying according to yourself. Call me stubborn or completely unappreciative but I belong to the category of people who repel people stronger than they are being pushed. So please, don't try.

Okay, I hate to say this but I've started going on Twitter, thanks to our dearest Jade Puget and Hunter Burgan. So that's half of AFI up on Twitter and I secretly wish Davey Havok's on it too, but the chances of that are rather meagre.

I'm contemplating about locking up my Twitter account so that it'd be less public. But honestly, I don't think I'll need to do it because hardly anyone would be able to find it because I signed up with a less public e-mail address. What's screwed up about my account is that I'm following four people but the one and only person they show on my sidebar is not even an account I'm following. Ridiculous. But I need things like these to shut the voices up in my head and if you didn't already know, I'm against multi-posting in one day on one blog, so Twitter provids an absolutely convenient platform (and you can start saying therapy).

Anyway, talking about Davey Havok, I remember the time he'd described how he acted like a total fanatic when he met Trent Reznor from Nine Inch Nails. So Deborah and I went for The Cure's concert in 2007. This year, even though we've already gone for Kaiser Chiefs', we're going for NIN's upcoming concert too. Woohoooo. I'm kind of worried about the crowd though, frankly speaking. It's in one month's time and we're hoping to be able to get the tickets this Friday. Oh my goodness, I already can't wait. This will be another step closer to AFI. Heh.

I spent today spamming NIN songs on the music player. Pretty Hate Machine and With Teeth, I will get my hands on you. Were you wondering where my love for rock music went?

After tonight, the first half of 2009 would officially be over and I know I sound like a broken recorder but time is really passing way too fast.