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Jocelyn A. Monique

is currently an undergraduate student, and coping with her ~~overwhelming~~ commitments. I like long walks in solitude, cosy chats, usually sleep like a log, and beg your patience in tolerating my versatile humour

Blood, sweat and tears

Friday, October 19, 2007

9:30 PM

If I had but one word to desribe this past two weeks, it'd be WHOA.
Honestly.
I've been through a minefield of emotions and the experienced the most strenous workout ever that would put Atkin's diet loss programme to shame. But I'm afraid that time is one luxury that I do not have as always( yes, even after promos mind you) so I shall have to condense the past week's happenings into the dimensions of my blog space.

Sat- Class CIP. We had to travel to some LRT station called Jelampang which is like oh so far away from civilisation. Train ride alone took 1 hour plus (Good Lord) but it was worth every minute. I actually enjoyed knocking on the doors of complete strangers on the morning of Hari Raya (gosh, this sounds sadistic) and telling them about the Interact Club's endeavours for OCIP. And wow, I actually managed to converse in my rather rusty Tamil to the Indians around. Wow I am actually socially adept. And the whole running up and down HDB blocks was quite laborious, agreed, but it was quite enjoyable since it involved most of the class. After the whole distribution of flyers ended, I took the MRT back with Seren to Far East where we had chicken rice! Mind you, it was one heck of a chicken rice that sends you to heaven. And I got earrings (haha, see I never learn my lesson not to buy those flimsy cheapo accesories).

Sun- Class gathering at Rina's. Oh boy oh boy oh boy, her house is a freakin' palace I tell you. Everything seems so niceprettyglossyshinyexpensivehighclass affleunt. Quite intimidating at first, but I did get used to it. It was a potluck affair so everyone brought a little smth and though not all of us did dress according to the Glamourous theme, it was a very memorable gathering, given this was my first proper outing with 11. I ate enough otakotak to cause major fish stock depletion in the Indian ocean. And I absolutely enjoyed the Truth or Dare plus the I Neh! games in her room. Goes to show that everyone has their own dirty little secrets and skeletons in the closets whatnots. Would have loved to stay longer, but parents arrived too soon. BOO.

Mon- went for my long overdue ear appt at TTSH. Bad news, just as suspected. After the basic hearing tests, the doctor said I'm slightly deaf in my right ear from the infection and have to come back for a scan in a month's time to see if there's any improvement. Damn. I really hope my hearing isn't screwed up.

This week: (omg, I hate how my posts are sadly, in point form nowadays)
1) Results Week. I dunno whether this is really a good thing or bad. The school spirit is so freakin emo now, just cant feel the sprightly vibes any more when I walk past classes. To aggravate the situation the J2s arent exactly around either. I'm really worried and concerned about those who couldn't make it. Already, 11 has been plagued with all the usual underperformance commments and all that, but I feel somewhat judgemental here, when I say that some people don't really deserve the things they are gg thru. God works in mysterious ways that I find unfathomable. It's unfair how people who studied their brains out months before promos started now have to face the option of leaving the school, while the gift of promotion went to others, undeserved. The nagging thought of dropping Geog perturbs me occasionally, with the other voice telling me that I should stick to my current subjects as it is. Already, the pain of loneliness gnaws at me, what with the departure of a beloved classamate, and the potential dismissal of another. All I can do now is perhaps, to have faith, like what I've told you to do. Perhaps I should practise what I preach now, instead of brooding over dark morbid thoughts at the prospects of your absence. Sigh, what a sorrowful close to the school year.

Random Rant:
Well, as you all know, everyone's entitled to their little BMWing sessions so they can vent all that pent up feelings they've bottled up before it explodes violently and self-destructively. So now, ladies and gentlemen, presenting to you the female dogginess of Moss:
Omg, I don't mean to sound vindictive or downright evil whatsoever, but I think that you totally deserved what you got. You reap what they sow, they say. And yes, touche. I guess this is retribution for being the uncommitted, unreliable, irresponsible, attitude-showing _____ you are to us. And to think that all the while I was acutally rooting for you, even when the rest lost hope on you. To think that I was always giving you the benefit of the doubt, to reassure others, to remind myself to be patient with you even in the most exasperating of times. Well, I'm almost overwhelmed, appreciative even, by the "kindness'' that you
ve repayed me with. And your attitude today at the Econ lec was the last straw. I hope one day you realise what a great pain in the neck you've been this year, and hope you feel REMORSE for it.

Oh gosh, I really hope all this ends well.
Give me hope, God, give me faith.
Give me eleven.

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