What's really annoying me right now is MSN and its horrible glitches. Not only does it not update changes in my nicknames nor my personal messages, it keeps showing me offline on others' contact list. This is going to be a huge problem when I need to communicate with people.

Choir PT felt really short today, though I'm quite thankful for that because I'm rather tired. There are tonnes of tutorials and assignments awaiting me and yet at this rate I'm going with distractions, I don't think I'll ever get to clear it soon enough.

I am so horribly reluctant to write essays. Explains why I'm not in the Arts stream huh.

My print-screen would have looked so much better but MSN's screwed up on my side. We shall make do with Li Zhi's and here is a part of our MSN conversation. What great people we totally are.
Lol great. I really did sound bimbotic there. BUT WHO CARES LOL. Talk about partner-in-crime :D

Maybe I was born to be different, to be one of those who struggle with being integrated within social circles and adapting to certain social norms. Different, but not necessarily great. Though I enjoy watching people giving me weird looks as they slowly discover my interests which do not seem to coincide with what they perceive me to be, like everyone else, I struggle with insecurities too.

I haven't felt it in a while but I suddenly miss SC so so much. Everything and everyone. Perhaps it started with Shafwaty texting me in the morning. Spent the entire trip to school replying her messages and all. Azidah and I are trying to arrange for dinner on Friday and even though nothing's actually confirmed, I'm already looking forward to Friday as if everything will go as initiated. However, we all know that in life, plans are always disrupted and we live mostly by spontaneity.

I've never seen more unfamiliar numbers than as of now on my phone. Even the dialled numbers are filled with those who are from SA. I doubt that even in SC, I had that much of an opportunity to use the phone so freely.

Good music makes Yi Ting happy.

VICKI, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE MP3 :D

Nightwish's lyrics has it that old loves die hard and that old lies die harder. It isn't anything difficult to understand nor to remember for it's true.

I feel absolutely lifeless at the moment. Maybe I need to learn to eat more than just a sandwich and talk less. Lectures thus far haven't been too bad. In fact, some of them were highly entertaining, such as the GP lecture yesterday.

So it was my first time at SAJChorale today. (Sidetrack: Omgomgomg, I see a TNS school bus from my window lol. What made the greatest impression today was the Swedish song. Duh right. For a Finland fanatic like me, naturally anything that comes under the radar of being near Finland will set me into first-gear and spur me on.

Thank you to OG21 guys for buying us girls the balloons and Weng Keong for another balloon. Thank you to Zhiyi, Jocelyn and Jeslyn for their chocolates. Thank you to Lynn, Pearlyn and Victoria for sticking with me throughout this week at school. And finally, thanks to everyone else for making the Valentine's Day Eve and the final day of Friendship Week such an entertaining one.

Sometimes, it's not encouragement nor optimism that one needs. It's empathy. The act of compassion in its simplest form.

Engulfed in the odours of ammonia, I can barely think straight. All I have to say is that MY HAIR IS BLACK-ER THAN EVER. The colour's even darker than my natural hair. So I'd successfully dyed my hair back to black, but the colour is just odd for my hair had never been this dark. Ah damn, no more red highlights.

On the other hand, we've been sorted into our houses today. We'd laughed at a couple of people for their wondrous house names. Honestly, dialect names are no good. Perhap's it's SA's odd way of showing that being in the school was definitely no mistake, but I'll be wearing the shirt of my favourite colour from now on. Need you guess? GOMES :D

Spent CCA sign-up with Nicki, who happens to be in the same house :D Having not seen each other in perhaps forever, we talked quite a bit on TNS stuff - from school bells to the people. It's definitely awesome to see her again. It's not often that I say this but I definitely meant it.

After school yesterday, part of OG21 stayed behind in school to wait for our OGL because we had agreed on an outing. The ten over of us sauntered into the Plaza Singapura GV cinema rather noisily, arguing over if we had entered the wrong cinema and apologising to the rest of the audience. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was a rather cool movie though I swear it needn't have been three-hour long. Took away food from all over PS, sat in a circle outside the Dhoby Ghaut MRT station to eat and joked about getting debrief-ed. I got home at about ten at night, having to face a mother who wondered if I actually had school the next day.

Honestly, I have mixed feelings towards the new school; feelings that I know not how to put in words. The orientation group had been an entertaining bunch of new friends, but I can't get over myself. Things of the past hold me back and letting go is definitely the best thing to do. However, it is not as easy to let go as we would wish it could be. Perhaps it's all in the mind like everyone says, but that's definitely a hell lot of willpower and forgiveness. But if you can't even forgive yourself, how do you forgive others?

I'm not pretending to be intellectual nor do I possess profound intellect. I'm merely one of those nonconforming motormouths who have much nonsense to rant about. And you, should honestly stop trying to convince me of what I should be doing because you obviously don't know me well enough. Thanks for trying to be encouraging but it doesn't always work.

I just hope everything on Friday will work out. It's been such a long while since.

What should be in order right now, is a workshop to educate certain speakers to use the correct words during their speeches. But luck isn't on my side and I shall have to endure more speeches of such.

I don't even sound like a sexy man anymore. My voice cracks whenever I start speaking and it's so embarrassing. I hope it'd get better by Monday.

Pictures from yesterday:

There are people that you can tell just by the way they interact with people and through the eyes that they are amazing socialites fraught with insincerity. It's not just about being paranoid, but actions really do speak louder than words.

Being back in a mixed education institute is really different. Sexism may be subtle but it definitely exists. Equality between the two genders will never be "fully" attained because men and women were not created with duplicated features and physique. As grateful as we are to have the guys doing the menial stuff, I don't quite see the point of having guys to carry everyone's bags to the LT everytime we head off for activities and to carry them back to us after the activities end. I mean, simple things like these only involve volunteers. Chivalry is an inherent characteristic of males and sometimes, to the point of absurdity. I'm not really complaining. Though I must really get used to have others doing menial stuff at times.

The orientation group became a little more interactive today. Due to the outbreak of a small fire on Monday and a loss of a bag yesterday, we are suddenly treated as P1s rather than J1s, hanging lanyards around our necks so as to minimise the loss of valuables. So we travelled mainly along the Northeast MRT line today and I'd acquired quite a number of blisters, but it was fun. Nobody brought cameras but people were camwhoring with their phones on the trains. I guess we earned a few looks from the commuters but.. Whatever.

Is it so shocking for one to like things of both extremes?

Aaaand. I think I've already reached my text-messaging limit. Ah, crap.

Appeals are like kidnap cases. People suddenly go missing after a phone call.
Vertigo, be gone. I wish my head stopped spinning ugh.

All that I'm actually worried about now is whether or not I can wake up on time to get to school tomorrow.