currently listening to: Kagayaku Sora to Kimi no Koe [Ranma 1/2]

one week in acjc and orientation's over.

sometimes i really feel so blah at some things. for example you sms a friend, attempting to chat to cure your boredom. you receive some replies for the first few messages, and after that the phone quiets down and you realize that your friend must either had his or her phone missing while sms-ing you, or that he or she can't be bothered at all. *sigh* but i still miss them.

the last day of orientation was rather memorable. there were 2 dances that we had to learn and throughout the 5 days i was totally struggling to remember the sequence of the dance steps, boogie and superstar. during the very last practise, i was still screwing up and stepping on my dance partner's toes so i was thinking to myself,dead-ed. i'm a goner, i'm gonna make a fool of myself tonight!!!

but miraculously, i could do all the dance steps at the performance!! i dunno wat overcame me but the songs repeated and repeated and repeated and i could finish the dance no matter how many times the songs were played. *wahhahaha*

after that, there was this after-the-party kinda celebration where we also had to dance (for choir people, the kind of dance that the other choir members danced after the whole NDP performance ended in 2003), and i was dancing away like nobody's business. can you imagine?? me?? dancing as if i was at a disco party?? argh. i dunno what happened to me but everyone else was doing the same thing.

and i came back with my whole body full of rashes yesterday. why? we were made to roll in wet mud (one of the orientation games) and i think i'm allergic to that. yes, my WHOLE body is now covered with rashes with pus oozing out of them. someone comfort me.

oh, and i met my class yesterday too. i think i left a bad impression with my form teacher. i didn't know the difference between the abbreviations for maths, MA and MO. which one of them is for Math AO? and which one for Maths C? so i turned and asked the girl beside me in the smallest possible volume i could... but she still saw me. probably because there were only 16 students in the classroom (we only filled half the classroom). embarassed, i quickly replied that i think there was a mistake with my subject combination so she asked me to mark it in red but she gave me a really *ahem* face. plus i couldn't find a red pen.

after she went through all the rules and stuff, she asked for the list of subject combinations that she had passed around the class earlier on (the one i had problems with). my classmates had already finished checking the list so they passed it to me since i had problems with my subject combination. so when she asked for it, i stood up with the list and went forward to clarify the difference between MA and MO. i dunno what the hell happened.

"ahh.. i just wanna noe.. does MO stands for maths AO? cuz..." (i din get to finish my sentence and i doubt she heard what i said)
"yesssss...? (sarcastic) but you're not the only one who has to check! the others have to check their combinations too!!!" *she stares at the list in shock*
"....."
*she turns around and frowns, attempting to ask the class*
"but they have already finished checking so they passed it to me." (i was extremely bu shuang)

she didn't say anything after that and went on with her other rules and stuff. i din even get to clarify my stuff. man, there are only 16 students and she had been talking for 45 minutes already!! does she think that we're that slow and that she's that fast with her stuff??? GOD.

and she's a malay. so, as usual, like all the other non-chinese teachers, she can't remember my name because there are too many girls in the class with the "shi-" pronunciation kinda name.

so as you can guess, i'm gonna have a hard time in class with her, and she's teaching me economics.

but my classmates were ok, at least that was the first impression they gave me. the woman gave us time to talk among ourselves, introduce and etc so we talked until the meet-the-teacher session was over. I FOUND A GUY FROM RSS!!!! but apparently we didn't know each other, and hadn't heard of each other when we were in RSS. he moved to Pasir Panjang after primary school and was from Victoria Secondary. we talked, but not much.

the bulk of the class was from SCGS (Singapore Chinese Girls School), and i've heard that they are a little *ahem* (no, *ahem* does not stand for lesbians, just for your info. something other than that), according to the SCGS girl in my OG (i dun wanna mention names, just in case). but i'm not gonna give much serious thought to it since i don't really know them well.

*feel uneasy* someone may be reading this. maybe i'll consider deleting this section.

and there's this OG outing this afternoon but i couldn't make it because... MY BROTHER ENTERED THE ARMY TODAY!!!

i dunno. he has been dreading this day since the day he realised that there's no way he can escape from army life. but he took it all rather well these few days (even putting up with my nonsensical tantrums) and kept repeating that he's gonna keep a 'low profile' in there. whatever it is, i just hope that he doesn't become the black sheep there, whom everyone will pick on and bully. that's bad. very bad. *prays*

we went for the army briefing and camp orientation today at Pulau Tekong (my father, mother, 2 aunts and myself). i felt the place was nice, and they gave us the impression that life there was all right, at least not as bad as we expected. my natural instinct struck again and i began to doubt whether all that was just some cover to prevent piles and piles of complaint letters from coming in. maybe i should stop thinking like that cuz i don't exactly like the picture that i had painted inside my mind.

the amusing thing that happened there was that there were different stalls for Muslim and non-Muslim food at the army camp. my aunts and i decided to have the Muslim food since the non-Muslim chicken rice looked like prison food to us. we we spent some time queuing for the Muslim food, getting our plates and bowls and cups and cutlery and stuff. and when we finally got to the front of the queue...

"ahh.. sorry... the food is only for Muslims."

how embarassing it was for us to return all the plates to their original places ourselves.

yeah, so we ate and all gave our advice to my brother, who was nodding away and repeating that he would 'jing liang lah' (try his best, lah). my mother spotted an army officer walking around and called for him as if she was calling for a waiter -__-. questions were fired and the officer was patient and kind enough to answer them all. somehow i felt that he was just trying to polite and after that he will remember my brother's face then seek him out later and make him do a hundred chin-ups for having annoying parents and aunts.

our conversation:

"kor.. deng yi xia wo men zou le, scarly ta jiao ni zuo 100 chin-ups ar.."
"har? zhor mor leh??"
"mummy ta men yi zhi zai hong zha ta mah.."
"BU HUI BA!?!?"

our translated conversation:

"kor.. i think he's gonna make you do 100 chin-ups after we leave, ar.."
"huh? why, leh?"
"cuz mummy and co. are firing questions at him like nobody's business, mah.."
"(how do you translate "bu hui ba'??? lemme try...) no can be!?!?!?"

then it was time to say goodbye. we kept turning around and looking at my brother when he left for the enlistee group that the army officer had to come forward, tell us not to worry and may we please leave before we clog up the walkway.

then on the way home my father lost his handphone. there was this big hoo-hah over it and we went to place and place to look for it. first stop was the pasir ris mrt station where we set off. my aunt blew her top when the staff there started giving her attitude. and when she was on the phone with the SMRT staff, she was screaming into the phone and the whole station was staring at her and i was standing just in front of her. use your imagination.

my mum, who was waiting in the car, called up the helpline or something and the person gave her attitude too. so as you can imagine, everyone was screaming away.

but in the end we drove the the SAF ferry terminal where we waited for a long time for the ferry to return and finally found the phone with my aunt's very sharp eyes. she told me later that she was so agitated by the whole issue not only because the staff gave her attitude but also because she felt "bu an" (uneasy) that the phone was missing right after we left our brother at the army camp. superstition??? whatever. we still found the phone in the end but we ALSO discovered that our bathroom will flood when we bath cuz the water refuses to go down the drain. in other words, our bathroom drain is clogged up. now i'm getting worried, rashes and superstitions and ACJC and all.

hate to admit it but i'm gonna miss my brother very very much. i probably won't have anyone to tell my complaints to now that he's not at home. especially now that i'm in ACJC.. but at least he's gonna come back after 2 weeks, though only for a few days.

tough days. both my bro and me.

so now i'm living in a house without my brother. *cold wind blows* brrr... it's cold...

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