Amortentia

It's a little bit funny.

2010-05-02T19:59:00.004+08:00

AJC has changed me in so many ways. If it's for the better or for the worse, I do think it's a bit too soon to tell.

In a span of four months, I have joined orientation games and water games with much gusto. I have begun to think that knee-length uniform skirts are disgusting, and that FBTs actually look pretty okay. I now laugh at most vulgar jokes and even come up with my own. I have started to think that barely passing tests - excepting Maths - is a huge achievement, and that sleeping at 11 pm instead of 2 am on a weekday is bliss. I have more leadership positions than I know what to do with, and one more on the way (hopefully!). I have pranced around the stage at the Esplanade concert hall, wiggled my ass and wagged my finger at over 1000 people - friends, family and total strangers.

If you told me in 2007, three years ago, that I'd be doing all these things, I would have laughed and called you a presumptuous idiot.

But now, they're true.

And I'm happy.

From crunch time to red alert.

2010-04-20T19:54:00.003+08:00

There's really no time for anything, is there?

But then again, this is partly my fault; I bit off much too much. It doesn't seem to be more than I can chew yet, but I'd hardly say I'm doing marvelously. (Think Chubby Bunny with jumbo-sized marshmallows.)

I'm so tired that I'm losing coherence.

7 hours of choir tomorrow. *blinks*

*crawls towards mound of tutorials*

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I promise you, I'll talk about all the things I promised to talk about. I have so much to say~~, especially about those sex scandals in the Church.~~

Hang on in there, pal.

2010-04-08T23:11:00.003+08:00

Just a bit more, Nica.

Just a few more hours and you'll be finished with this week.

Just a few more hours and you can start catching up on your newspapers and your Geog notes and your Math tutorials.

Just a few more hours and you can reward yourself with digging a fanfic out of the pile that you built before JC started.

I'm seriously going into literature-withdrawal now; I haven't read anything since I finished "Fire from Heaven" last Saturday, and I'm practically foaming at the mouth in my desire for more. *le sigh*

On the bright side, since I was too conked out yesterday to get anything done (Yep, I sat down after choir, intending to get some work done. The next thing I know, it's 5:30 am on Thursday, and I don't know how I ended up in bed.), I now have nearly enough energy to stay up tonight...

Just to give you all an idea of just what I intend to finish this whole weekend, starting from 18 hours from now:

[ ] H2 Geog notes (1, 2, 6)

[ ] H2 Maths tutorial (Functions, Binomial Theorem)

[ ] H2 Chem tutorial (Gases, Atomic Structure)

[ ] GP summary

[ ] PW research for PI

[ ] PI draft

[ ] H2 Econs revision

[ ] Choir requirements

[ ] CHOIR

Get the point? There's a lot to get done, and I'm spending the better part of my Saturday in choir. So how, so how, so how?

Maybe I shouldn't have gone for 4 H2 subjects. o_O

*slinks back to Geography tutorial*

Update.

2010-03-28T21:32:00.004+08:00

I'm surviving, but just barely. There are so many things to do, and not enough time to do them. Le sigh.

Just yesterday, I spent the better part of a day in choir, learning choreo for West Side Story. (No words, really. Let the smiley speak for itself. -_- There's the fact that I'm far too gone in my fatigue to churn out a pretty and nice descriptive narrative on how my day went, and the other fact that I generally find blow-by-blow accounts of my day to be quite juvenile.)

After choir practice, I went to Somerset with some friends (from choir, doy) to go shopping for our choir costumes. It was, as they say, "damn fail." We managed to trek from Forever 21 to Wisma and then Ion just to look for pastel-coloured tank tops and white shirts that don't look like men's undershirts. It took us forever to get to Dorothy Perkins, and I was so very desperate to get the shopping done with, that I just took the first tank top that fit me.

So I've got everything, except the belt and the ribbon headband and the flats. YES, I have the white monstrosity that is a gigantanormous flower on a headband. It's amazing how unrecognisable I'll probably be during the second half of our concert this April. A white flower in my hair, seriously. And a flowery skirt. o_O

Here's something to make you laugh (if you've got a slightly sadistic and warped sense of humour): I was trying the costume on in Gisela's room last night, and I happened to complain that I looked like a cake - a very WHITE cake. "IC," her PRC roommate, answered me with "It's okay, Nica. You look like a delicious cake. ^^"

FAIL, really. T_T

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On a lighter note...

Someone special is almost 99% sure to be coming to Singapore this May! (I won't say who, because there are some people who have access to this blog that shouldn't know who ahead of time, since they'll probably think of something harmful and malicious towards said person. They can just put the pieces together when the time comes.)

I can't wait for them to get here! We'll have so much fun, away from the prying eyes of people with minds far filthier than the most disgusting gutter that ever was. It'll be good, clean fun. I'll try to make it as peaceful as possible, so that said person can actually spend the time having fun and relaxing, away from "it all." (Of course, I'm probably going to die AGAIN from blitzing my way through homework AGAIN just so that I can guiltlessly spend the better part of an entire weekend to ensure a good holiday for them. But it'll be worth it to have the chance to spend an extended and untroubled amount of time with them, yes? :D)

How many days?

I'm seriously excited about this. :)

Conundrums.

2010-03-20T15:06:00.006+08:00

Like the little delinquent that I am, I'm currently sneaking away from my gradually dwindling pile of holiday homework to post something, just to let you know that I'm still alive, contrary to popular belief.

No, darling, the first term of JC1 didn't kill me. No, I wasn't hacked into pieces and flushed down a toilet during Choir camp's Nightwalk. No, I didn't die of exhaustion at 7 pm yesterday after dinner - although I was probably nanometers away from that. I was supposed to sleep at 7 and wake up at 8. I woke up at 7 am the next day. BAH.

But despite the exhaustion, I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed myself during the camp, and I'm well on my way to becoming a proper chorister. ^^

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We spent most of the time doing "choir stuff," like workshops on the proper singing technique, projection and blending. (I just hope we all manage to remember and apply what we learnt there.) Sectionals, then a combined practice with Mr. Kwei in the evening.

Then NIGHTWALK. I was looking forward to being terrified during the nightwalk, since I'd been hearing a lot about it from the seniors. We had to walk around the school, following a route that they mapped out, with them waiting in corners and bathroom stalls to scare the shit out of us.

I was a bit disappointed, to say the least. It seemed more like a shock-fest than anything. It really wasn't as freaky as I'd expected, because every station was done in the washrooms. After the first three stations, you already know what to expect, so how can you be scared? By the time we got to the PE department, I was tired, sweaty, hungry and pissed off, and I screamed at the seniors just for the fun of it.

(I think I was more freaked out at the fact that we had to go inside the cubicles. Claustrophobia does not work well with dimly-lit male bathroom cubicles. I wanted to cry at the thought of the seniors possibly locking me inside a dark, smelly cubicle. ): Seriously.)

It took so long to finish, and we ended up sleeping at 2 am.

Friday was for games and choreo for our second-half songs. Marvel of marvels, I actually joined a water game. (If you know me, I always begged off the water games, even in sec. school.) AJC is changing me for the better, really. xD Then we played Captain's Ball. Or, rather, the guys played (Tenors VS Bases), while the girls cheered. Sops sided with the Bases most of the time. Teehee.

Then choreo. We... kinda sorta... sucked. Enough said. There's so much that we have to work on. Like focus, for instance.

But be proud. I actually managed to memorise most of the songs for our concert next month. ^^

I should really get back to that mound of homework. Even if it's disappearing at a constant rate, it's not fast enough that I won't experience any back-logs when Term 2 starts in - OH! - 48 hours.

Back to the mountain, then. Heigh-ho.

You people call this a holiday?!

*slinks back to holiday homework*

God help us all.

2010-03-07T23:33:00.003+08:00

So this is what it's like to be busy. o_O

I've got 98 unread e-mails on my Yahoo! account alone, 52 unanswered offline Y!M messages, 16 unread facebook messages, and God-knows-how-many alerts that I have yet to respond to.

I have more holiday homework than I know what to do with, and I haven't fully memorised the West Side Story songs for choir camp this Thursday.

And now I'm wondering, as I type this, what the hell I'm still doing on this page, when I should be getting to work on hacking away at that monstrous pile of virtual homework.

I'll try to churn out something of greater value after finishing the Chem, Maths and Econs holiday homework. -_-

JC life.

2010-03-07T23:33:00.002+08:00

I've begun experiencing "hell weeks" again, after two long years. And it's been fun. And no, I'm not being sarcastic when I say that.

In case you've been ~~living under a rock~~ out of the loop for so, very, very long, a student's hell week is basically characterised by a bombardment of school activities, both academic and otherwise. The student in question generally has no time for anything but schoolwork, often working into the wee hours of the morning, only availing of the respite that the bed offers for a few hours, for lack of willpower or strength to carry on. xD

That last bit has been very difficult for me, because I got so used to sleeping before 12 am in secondary school. Before 2008, I could go on with getting just 3 hours of sleep, between 1 and 4 am. Now, I need at least 6. o_O

It'll be a while before I can get back my night-owl habits. (So sad.) Until then, caffeine will have to do. xD

It's your smile now. It's the smile that comes to my face solely at the thought, mention, sound or sight of you. :)

Blitzkrieg.

2010-03-03T23:39:00.002+08:00

Everything's a blur -- there's so much - SO MUCH! - to do, and far too little time to do it.

Lectures, tutorials, choir rehearsals, class rep stuff, choir rehearsals, TUTORIALS. Alpha Programme, NYAA. So much to do in so little time. I can only imagine how wonderful life would be if there were enough hours in a day.

I wish I had time to add something to this layout for my new blog. It's "Amortentia", and I'm hoping that I could come up with an SSHG-themed background. Just a teensy, tiny bit, since I'm going minimalist for this blog, after all.

More this weekend when I actually have time to catch up on sleep. I've got something to talk about, since I just finished going through the GP comprehension passage for tomorrow. About nuclear and extended families, and the potential for parenting industries. Seems a bit Handmaiden-ish. O_O

Status update.

2010-03-02T22:24:00.001+08:00

After a long, long time, I've decided that I won't delete my old blog, despite my deep desire for the cleanest break possible. It's good to be able to look back once in a while, but not advisable to carry that sort of baggage for the next two years. I feel that it might be a better idea to keep it as a reminder that all bad things are temporary. Nothing that horrible lasts forever. The worst two years of my life - thus far - are over, and I think it's worth reminding myself that I was able to overcome those two years and come out of that whole ordeal in one piece. A little worse for wear, but still whole.

Being in AJC has been good, to say the least. Everything seems to be great, so far so good.

I have friends. I have great classmates who don't look down on me for being a scholar and a Filipina. I'm in CHOIR! I live in Parry Hall, which, after one month, feels more like home than Oldham Hall ever did for the past two years. The J2's actually talk to us, and are quite nice. The teachers aren't hypocrites.

Life is good, so far. I haven't woken up on a Monday morning wanting to cry and crawl under the covers yet, which is a large improvement, if you ask me. There's so much more to do, and I barely have time for myself, but I still like it here.

In other words, life is AWESOME at the moment. I'm actually living this time. I'm not simply surviving being in Singapore anymore.

Now I really should get back to work.