PW...

Strange to say, I enjoy doing PW! In fact, I love doing PW. It is one of the greatest pleasure in my miserable JC life (or rather, lack of JC life). Why you ask? It's because of the PW days, that's why! I love PW because PW days are holidays! WHEEEEEEE!!!!!

Okay, I have raved enough on the joy, the wonders, the beauty of PW. So now, I shall wax lyrical about Robin Hobb.

I LOVE ROBIN HOBB!!!

Hahahaha... That was direct ain't it? *sniggers*

Oh, don't go~ I'm not done yet!

Yes, I am serious. I AM NOT DONE WITH SINGING PRAISES ON HER BOOKS SO DON"T YOU DARE TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!

My favorite books are the Farseer Trilogy, the Tawny Man Trilogy, and The Liveship Traders trilogy. They are wonderful, they are fantastic, they are magical, they are... out of this world... *smiles dreamily*

Huh? What? Hey, don't judge me. I live vicariously through the characters in her books. I adore the Fool, FitzChivalry, Malta, Reyn, and Althea. Yes, I can see a few raised eyebrows. I can just hear the incredolous cries of "Malta and Reyn? Whatever happened to you(referring to me of course. Who else deserves so much attention? You? Pfffffft... In another hundred years perhaps...)?". Well, yes, I concede that I am not a fan of romance, but in this case, it is different. The relationship between the two is essential to the plot. It actually aids in the weaving of the story and developement.

Ah well... It's getting late, so I can't fangirl over my darling books. G'nite!

Competition...

I am so tempted. I want to win those three books by Robin Hobb and the figurine. Well, here goes nothing. http://bit.ly/guIWCJ

JC life and relevant math equations

I have discovered that in JC, I'm stuDYING. In fact, I *gasps* read a book perhaps only once a fortnight.

Oh the horror!

However, that have not stopped/distracted me from being the same old lame wacky/unique/narcissistic me. I have evidence to back up my claim.

For instance, here are some newly formulated Math equations:

JC = No life

and

time you are released from school = (no. of subjects taken)/k (where k is a constant)

Put it into words, and it will be the time which you are released from school is inversely proportional to the number of subjects taken. Lovely isn't it? Let me report to you my findings that support that particular formula.

In Secondary 1 and 2, I the subjects that I took were English, Math, Science, Geography, History, English Literature, Higher Chinese, Appreciation of Chinese Culture, Home Econs, Design and Technology, Chinese calligraphy/painting, Charisma (in layman terms, that's civics and moral education), PE, English Drama (Sec 1), Chinese Drama (Sec 1), Project Work (Sec 2), Art, and Music.

Those subjects without "(Sec 1)/(Sec 2)" next to them are subjects that were taken for both years. That is an average of 16.5 subjects. And guess what? I was released at 1.30pm almost everyday.

In Secondary 3 and 4, I took English, A and E Math, Higher Chinese, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Social Studies, Elective Geography, Charisma, Creative Arts (Sec 3), and PE. That is an average of 11.5 subjects, a difference of 5 subjects compared to Sec 1 and 2, and I was released at 2.45pm almost everyday.

In JC, I'm taking, GP, PW, Biology, Chemistry, Math, English Literature and Civics tutorials. Only 7 subjects, yet I'm released at 3.45pm almost everyday.

In conclusion, life sucks as you get older.

To my dearest sister...

Just grow up! Crying won't solve anything. So what if you have tonnes of homework? You can't get them done by locking yourself up in the bathroom and crying your eyes out. You can't get them done by pinning the blame on me too. What? It's my fault??? That's the first I've heard of it. What does the speed of you doing your homework has got to do with me?

Absolutely nothing.

Pur-lease... There's no point in crying. Never heard of the saying "There's no point in crying over spilt milk"? It's not my problem that you're oh-so-sensitive, so fragile and would shatter the moment I breathe on you. Besides, you don't have to get new school shoes urgently. What's wrong with your old ones eh? We bought our school shoes at the same time, and mine is still serviceable. Yes, I admit it's scruffy and no longer pristine white, but hey, they're still wearable. So what if they're not the fashionable type of shoes everyone in your school wear? Just face it. Changing your shoes to fit in with the popular group doesn't automatically entitle you to a membership card to join them. My shoes are definitely not the height of fashion and are too big and bulky to look good even when it was new and yet I still wear them. I don't fit in with my nerdy get-up (I'm the nerdy-nerd, not the fashion-nerd), I'm different, but the difference between me and you is that frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. I don't know about you, but I go to school to study, not take part in a fashion show.

Tears won't solve anything. You think if you cry, someone will be there to comfort you and give you a helping hand? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, let me tell you this. The world is not so kind. Show any sign of weakness and it will consume you. Your tears did nothing but to make the entire family unhappy and annoyed. Mum and dad are blaming me for your unhappiness. Well, not my problem, I did try to help. Last night, you complained to me that you couldn't do the math questions and you rejected my offer to help you. Too bad, too sad, not my fault and none of my business. And as for my words that hurt your delicate heart, they are nothing but the painful truth. If you can't cope, if you can't complete your homework, you should not go out. Because when you start to drown and go under, who would get blamed? Not you, not Yilin, but me. Solely on the basis that we share a room and me being the smartest in the family. That is enough for mummy and daddy dearest to command me to take good care of you, by spoon-feeding you with all the answers and preferably doing all the homework for you. There's such a big difference between you and me. When I get lots of work, I grit my teeth and set upon completing it. There's no whining, and definitely no crying. I may curse and swear, but by jove, I still get everything done by the deadline. All I can say is this. "If you have so much homework, why did you watch more than three hours of crappy Taiwanese variety shows on Friday night?". Sorry to disappoint you my dear parents, but I won't help her. She's on her own. Call me heartless or unfeeling, I don't really care. So just stand back and watch your darling, the baby of the family, stand on her own two feet for the first time. I suppose your heart aches to see the apple of your eye suffer but if you didn't shelter her from birth, this won't have happened. She's a flower grown in a greenhouse who is finally transplanted outside to brave the elements. She may survive, she may not. I don't care either way. Besides, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. A word of advice for poor-little-thing-who-is-constantly-bullied-by second-sister-who-is-an-evil-tyrant. Be strong, or you will never be able to survive in the outside world.

And by the way, stop PMSing every single minute, every single day. I don't have time to deal with your childish tantrums. You're fourteen-going-on-fifteen, so please, just grow up. For the love of god and all things holy, just act your age. Yesterday is a good example. In fact, it's brilliant. From the moment you woke up, you started sulking and complaining about how much your day is spoilt because you had to spend the entire day with me. I was reading the newspaper, so I was definitely non-plussed by her behaviour. What did I d0? Nothing (Duh!)! In fact, I had a marvellous Saturday because you didn't speak to me at all. Thank you for such a priceless gift. I would be so happy if you would do it again.

This post is dedicated to my sister Sin Yee who should be honored since she is the only person in the family to warrant a whole post to herself.

Too Poor...

Boo hoo... I can't afford to go to Raffles JC... The school fees are $335 per month inclusive of the $35 supplementary fees. So I will have to pay $8040 for two years of education... The scholarships offered by MOE are pitiful. The maximum amount of money given is $1000 for a year. That's not even enough to cover the 3 months worth of school fees. Therefore, education is not based solely on merit contrary to what the government says. You have to be rich too to be able to afford the hefty school fees. This results in me going to a government school, which is Victoria JC, which in turn leads to my family not moving to the newly renovated flat we bought in Woodlands, causing a loss in income as we will not be able to earn rental money by letting out our condo as well as a loss of money invested in sprucing up a house that we would only live in during the weekends and at times like this when my father's job is not very stable, every single cent counts. We are practically hemorrhaging money.

Marvellous... Just marvellous...

It sucks to be poor...

Hooray!

7 points! 7 points!!! 5 A1s and 3 A2s!!!

Now all I have to do is to decide between Anderson, Hwa Chong, Raffles, and Victoria for my first choice...

Wheeee!!!

Hooray! No more work! I'm free!!!

The best part about not working is being able to read the day away. The good part is that I can save money as I won't be able to go on a shopping spree in Borders before work or during my lunch/dinner break. Before I even got paid, I spent approximately one-third of my pay. But it was worth it. I am now the proud owner of book one to ten of The Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan.

Yippee! Ten down, three to go!!!

By tomorrow, it will be twelve down. one to go!!!

Unfortunately, my cabinet stuffed with books to full capacity... So the eleven new books will have to settle for being stuffed into several Borders' bags (to prevent them from becoming dusty) and being placed on the floor. Hope my mum doesn't nag, or worse, just stuff the books forcefully into the cupboard. I will scream in horror and probably throw a fit or burst a blood vessel. Either that, or I will be buried alive in an avalanche of books, each the size of a brick, the next time I open the door of my book cabinet. So if I'm un-contactable for the next few days... Hee hee... you will know what fate has befallen on me.

Alrighty, I've updated my blog, so it's now time to play Plants vs Zombies!