a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
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-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
-mugger/slacker/writer-
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Sunday, September 23, 2007, 8:27 pm
I am OFFICIALLY mentally unstable.For instance, I absolutely cannot bear the sound of that wretched Sean Kingston song, 'Beautiful Girls.' Nor its female counterpart by Jojo, 'Beautiful Boys'. Even as I type these words, the thought of these songs has started up the music player in my head, playing them on endless loop.
Moving on to other things, as Kingston whines in my brain about wanting to do himself in (allow me to assist you, mister, I'd only be too happy to have a part ro play in your untimely demise), tomorrow marks the beginning of my study break before the Promos. On one hand, I'm happy because it's only Promos, not the actual bloody 'A'-Level exams and hence I have significantly less to study. Plus I'm jetting off to KL to spend some valuable quality time with the gang after the flying visit last December.
Going back to the music, I attacked Abdillah last Thursday for playing that nasty piece of work. Of course, that led to a Torture-May-Ching session, in which he, Peng Tiong and Miss Kim plotted to synchronise their handphones' playing of the cacophony in order to drive me over the edge. (Or at least that's what I figured they were doing.) Thankfully, their diabolical scheme was foiled.
There's a whole lot to be done after Promos, though nothing fixed to specific dates. Like there's the Dramafest, in which the H1 Lit students of 07S07 and 07S08 will be putting up a play. I've got my eye on the director's job, I can't wait to implement my vision on actors and try my hand at directing. If I can't get it (which will be unlikely because I plan to be an extremely forceful voice), I don't mind being a member of the cast or at the very least, stage manager. But I'd most probably die if I have to play an ah ma role again like during my school's 2005 SYF drama entry.
Not to mention preparation for next year's Orientation camp. I'm looking forward to participating in another camp as an OGL, especially when it's a major one like O1. Man, I do feel a little sorry for those second-intakers who missed out on O1 - they didn't get to participate in a J2-run camp. (Sorry Desmy, Peng Tiong, Hui Shin and the other guys - at least you got people like me and the rest of the fabulous SHADOWS in charge :) ) The only thing is, I won't be as involved in the preparation in terms of time and effort spent, not being a councillor and all.
The 27th Students' Council - I won't air my complete and sanitised opinion of them here, the Internet being a public domain and such. I could've been one of them, if not for some b*****d who put his f*****g foot down knowing f**k all about Council, like the dog who slept on the horse's hay. I used to be very supportive of Council, being full of my friends and all, but now I've grown very indifferent. Mr. Leow once mentioned that back in JJ's history, there were batches of leaders who ranged from getting along very well with their councillors to outright hatred between the two parties. In my personal view, this year's batch seems to be forming a rift already, thanks to the antics of some councillors.
My point is, I will not stick my nose in where it doesn't belong. A few other ex-council applicants and I used to pop in to help now and then but we were subtly put in our place - one rung below. Apparently, only certain people can obtain dispensation to the inner sanctum. Maddening, considering I used to lend a hand. Don't get me wrong, I never wanted outright and open gratitude. But surely a little quiet appreciation wouldn't be out of place? No. Failing that, more demands were made of me. Charming, I don't think. My help, in future, will be not be as easily obtained.
That will be rather tough, since I enjoy helping people.
Academically, my mugging progresses in a painfully ponderous fashion. I'm feeling anxious, sad, happy, scared, nervous, tired and angry all at the same time. I've started doing crazy things which make people look sideways at me. I'm going quietly ballistic and the world rotates on its axis.
I have to go to school tomorrow to go through the Maths sample Promo papers given out a good time ago and I haven't finished one of them. It's not that I don't know how to do (and I have an answer key to refer to if I don't), it's that I can't bring myself to, for some strange and mysterious reason. I'm not sleepy, I don't want to play computer games, watch television, read a book, chat online... This sucks.
My life has disintegrated into a slurry of pain and depression and the days have blurred together into a sea of studying and pleasureless entertainment and I'm only 17. Whoopee, let the best years of our lives begin.