OHMYTIAN I'm finally back home and using the computer for the first time in like 1.5 weeks! Man there's so much I wanted to blog about that I've forgotten it all. And its quite late now, so I guess I'll just say i'm happy to be online now. I shall try to recall some things tmr. For now I'll just show you what goofballs my classmates are :D And you'll see why I love them so much.

MARISSALEE: "Oh no what am I going to do for FAM! If I embarrass myself on stage you guys better laugh okay!" Sure marissa, we laugh at most people who embarrass themselves XD

(After MLee signs Deb, Sim and I out of school at 1150 instead of 1050, we finish lunch at 1150 and are preparing to take the bus home.)
MLee: "Eh this is the time I signed us out! So can we walk back to school so that we'll have spent more than 5 mins outside school!"

(Walking back to school)
MarissaSim: "Hey, where does Spiderman's web come out from? He doesn't have holes in his wrist right?"
Kat:" I think his gloves and suit are detached right, so the web comes out from there."
Sim: " Oh, right. I was thinking it'd be kinda weird if his web came out from his fingers right?"
...
Sim: "But spiders produce web from their mouth right?"
Kat: "Then how to eat?!"
Deb: "Oh I was thinking it could be that kind of recyclable web, yknow, like the sticky thing that helps to grab food and it retracted again?"
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Sim: "OH so it comes out from the butt la!"
Lee: " Yeah!"
Sim: "But then how come spiderman's web comes out from his wrists and not his butt?"
Lee: "But if the web comes out of his butt, then he'd be hanging like a moron! And he wouldn't be able to move at all!"

HAHA can you imagine Spiderman hanging doubled over, with the strand of web coming out of his ass, and screaming for help! HAHA OMG.

Oh yeah, went to Ace to try out yesterday, and I actually quite liked the place. The people there are pretty nice, and though the program we did yesterday wasn't that hard and I was kinda dying, I think its just cos I'm unfit. I think I'll like the program, but I'm prob going back once or twice more to try out again. We'll see I guess. Jaan's not gone yet anyway. <3

Alright will try to post the pictures of Mayumi's party, my getting cheated at BKmidpoint (whish seems like ages ago), and the random pics of my cousin's 3month old Westinghouse Terrier LIZZIE and other stuff. VVV tired now, and we're playing netball again tmr morning.

Off to clear stuff.

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JUST SAW THIS ON MEL'S BLOG and its totally hilarious. Courtesy of Zhixin!

"Dear Diary,

In three months time I will be leaving my beloved secondary school to enter a new phase and passage of horrors, a CO-ED school education! The teachers at school gave us a talk on Friday on "Getting Ready For A Co-Ed Education" during CLE and they showed us some pictures of the Other Species. At that point of time I wanted so badly to raise my hand and ask them a question which had been troubling me throughout the entire talk:

"What, exactly, is a guy???"

because they didn't seem to adequately explain it. Sure, I saw some pictures of rather short-haired individuals mostly who were running with balls and piled on top of each other (which I still couldn't get the purpose of-- it did look rather fun though, if you were looking at them from the point of view of a giant getting ready for his breakfast of pancakes.) but I decided not to ask them the all-so-confusing question in the end because everyone else seemed so sure of what they were and I felt certain that they would definitely laugh at me. When I asked my friends this question they felt sure that I was joking around with them and laughed, and I laughed with them as well so as not to seem like a complete moron, but in the end I still couldn't see what A Guy was because nobody bothered to explain that term to me.

The teacher had several colourful slides on the Other Species and How They Behave. According to her, we couldn't treat them like we treated each other, such as giving gifts and hugs to each other, asking them to go out with us and giving them special attention, because they would get the Wrong Idea and it was Very Very Bad of us to give them the Wrong Idea if we weren't intending to act upon it. Hereforth I was puzzled again; why would doing that to the Other Species give them a Wrong Idea, and what sort of a Wrong Idea was it? I decided that this foreign species must be very sensitive to Ideas because they seemed to take everything wrongly. Maybe they haven't been passing their tests, which might lead to poor self confidence about themselves and thus cause them to think wrongly all along. Poor things, to have been lacking in intelligence all their lives.

According to her this Other Species do not greet each other like we do; apparently they do a lot of grunting and punching each other in the arm. This idea is certainly new to me, to have been so evolutionally unevolved throughout the entire hundreds of thousands of years of our existance! It must take a great deal of effort to remain stagnant in their development, because according to my History lessons primates from the past grunted a lot as they did not have a full set of language devloped. It must be incredible to still grunt even with a full set of language predisposed to our resources. My friends and I tried to practise grunting but we didn't seem to have succeeded. Note to self: I must remember to observe these new creatures to better imitate the primitive sound of grunting.

She also advised us not to take their words too harshly and to heart, because they were apparently more direct and not as diplomatic as we are. They also tend to be more "task-oriented" and even when a person is sick, they will still go on with their projects with no concern whatsoever to the person. This is not to say that they do not care, she said, because apparently underneath they do. This is all very strange to me, because how can they be so machine-like in their daily projects and actions, and not care about the people themselves? Such bolshelvistic thinking. They must be the reason for the Bolshevik Revolution in Russia, or the Industrial Revolution in England. These unfeeling, unthinking and primitive creatures are truly a marvel to me.

Before the talk we had a questionnaire, and these are the questions for us to circle yes/no beside:
1. I have male sibling(s).
2. I attended a co-ed primary school.
3. I know how boys behave.
4. I am looking forward to studying in a co-ed environment.
5. I think RI boys are nerdy and bookish.
6. I think RI boys are ungentlemanly and insensitive.
7. I think the boys I meet at RJC will be super-smart.
8. I think the boys I meet at RJC will be considerate and caring.

All of this I did not give an answer because I had no idea what they were asking, seeing that I did not understand the entire notion of "boys". However, when they asked the questions, a lot of hands went up for question 5 and 6 and no hands went up for questions 7 and 8 for "yes". This has made me very fearful of entering Junior College, especially when there is an entire bunch of this Other Species who are nerdy, bookish, ungentlemanly and insensitive, and obviously not very smart, considerate or caring.

I think Junior College would be a terrible experience for me. I am counting down the days to go and feeling the rising dread in me, consuming me from inside out. There is something very wrong in the world if such creatures are allowed to study with us. Perhaps the authorities hope that with our influence, such creatures will grow in intelligence and maturity, and therefore put us into the enclosure with these barbaric animals. However, regardless of whatever reasons the authorities have, which I am sure must be good ones, I still do not think this is fair to us. There must be some form of negative liberty that we have, the rights to movement and choice as to whether we want to be dumped into the cooking pot and fried like kentucky chicken (which I ate three and a half pieces on saturday). The world isn't fair of course-- maybe we aren't included in Mill's Harm Principle as we could still be considered children. I do not think that this is a form of paternalism though, because how can this be for our good??? I think we should start a protest with regards to our rights.

In mortal fear of entering junior college,
September 16, 12.18pm."

HAHA!

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I've been asked to blog, but it won't be a long one cos I've just finished my philo notes, and I've just trained harder than I have this whole year, so I'm really tired.

Math test was just shizzz okay. I did almost all the revision exercises, and felt quite well prepared and pleased with myself, until I saw the paper. I realised that there wasn't much point in my preparing, because nothing could have prepared us for that kinda shizz. I do not want to get that paper back kthxbye.

Shall blog about how I got cheated of my onion ring upsize complete with photos tomorrow.

I actually just wanted to say one thing here, but felt bad, so hence the short update. If it can even be considered one.

I wanted to say that I would die if someone sang "every woman in the world" by Air Supply to me, because I swear it is just the sweetest song EVER, and its been stuck in my head for the past 3 days.

Over night scenes, dinner and wine
Saturday girls
I was never in love, never had the time
In my hustle and hurry world
Laughing myself to sleep, waking up lonely
I needed someone to hold me, oh

Its such a crazy old town, it can bring you down
Till you run out of dreams
So you party all night to the music and lights
But you don't know what happiness means
I was dancin in the dark with strangers
No love around me, when suddenly you found me, oh

(chorus) girl you're evry woman in the world to me
You're my fantasy, you're my reality
Girl you're evry woman in the world to me
You're evrything I need
You're evrything to me, oh girl

Evrything good, evrything fine
Thats what you are
So put your hand in mine and together
Well climb as high as the highest star
I'm living a lifetime in evry minute that were together
And I'm stayin right here forever oh
(repeat chorus)

And so we watched Hairspray on Friday. In a nutshell, the show was cheesy, and it was a lot like High School Musical, except that the singing was a hell lot better, and it had a lot less plot. (That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it, by the way) Zac Efron looked better than in HSM, and yes his eyes are really nice, but that still doesn't stop the rest of his face from being quite screwed up still. (No offense to Efron fans) I think James Marsden is quite hot. Yknow, the Corny Collins guy. And John Travolta's fats were obviously fake cos they were SOLID. Like SOLID. They didn't wobble like normal fats do when real fat people jump (e.g. Nikki Blonsky) Was rather amusing.

Sorry does this post sound emotionless? I am feeling that way. I still cannot believe that Jaan's really leaving. I cried myself to sleep last night. Spent two hours lying in bed crying, and I think I fell asleep at about 2 plus when I didn't have any more tears to cry. I don't know why this affects me so much, but I think it's because he's the only coach that really bothered to get to know us, and to talk to us and find out what we wanted and needed, and actually bothered to explain why he did things to us. How many coaches do that? This isn't really the loss of a coach. Its the loss of so much more than just a coach. Its the loss of a friend, and mentor, a teacher. And this really hurts so much, knowing that there was nothing we could have done to prevent it, and that it wasn't because of anything that he or we did wrong. He did so much right, but thats not really what matters to them, and we all know that. That's what's wrong, that's why its so fucked up, and that's why everyone is so damn freaking upset about that. You know that he made ALL his objectives set for him, and please he didn't just make them, he totally brought the level of swimming in SSC to the next level. Like before he came we had one national age group swimmer (kang), and now, almost 3 years along, we have 10 national reps, and one SEA games swimmer. Its not easy, considering that its taken us 10 years to build our team up to what it is now, from nothing at all. And now its just going to be taken away from us again.

I don't just hate the way the best coach we'll ever have is being taken away from us, I hate the way our family is going to break up because of this. Its just. Unfair. And. Unjust. And no we really do not deserve this. All he and we ever did was work our asses off, and now this is how its supposed to end. This isn't right. Yesterday when Jaan stopped training halfway through and talked to us, I knew that there was a sense of finality to it all. It probably still hasn't hit me hard yet. Cos he's not really going back, not yet. You know when the team sat there, and you could see most of us crying, and the parent crowding around us and crying as well, I really got a sense of how damn much I'm going to miss this family, and though we probably don't treasure the friendships and stuff half the time, I know that this IS half my family, and that we really love one another so much. When I think of the times in the future when there isn't really going to be an SSC, and we've all gone to different clubs, I really really get damn sad.

There's just so much I want to say, and yet its all jumbled up in my head, and everything is fighting to be let out first, and I really don't know what I should say and what I shouldn't at the moment, and I dont' really trust myself, so we'll leave it at this tonight. I realise that we shouldn't get so upset about this cos things like this happen to people all the time, but this is the first time its really happening to us, so it does take some time to sink in and get used to. I really hate this. I don't know what to think anymore. We are now officially messed up. Sad isn't quite the word. Its more like a mixture of anger and indignation and sadness and everything there is in between. How do you begin to say goodbye to someone who's been there for the past 3 years, someone who tolerates all my slacking and shit at training, and who believed that I could do it when I didn't think I ever could again? How do you even begin to comprehend how much he's done for us, and put that emotional and physical growth down on paper? Its not possible. He was there for me, when I hated swimming, and believed in me, when I really thought I couldn't swim anymore. He believed in us, and has never stopped believing. He get angry with us and shouts at us, but we know that's cos he loves us, and each time we just get closer and understand one another better. How do you leave three years of memories behind? Its not the happy times that are the hardest to let go of, its the hardship and all the tantrums and talks that really get to me. So maybe now I'll really begin my retirement. This just doesn't fit anything I know.

This is a long post, and I really have a lot more to say. How do you fit three years of memories and gratitude and belief and fun and laughter and rapport and understanding into one blog post? Its impossible. But on a brighter note I suppose that we've still got another 2 to 3 weeks with him when he gets back from his honeymoon. I guess we all just want him to enjoy his honeymoon now, and we'll have so much fun together with the remaining time nothing else will ever replace it. Who knows? Maybe its not the end yet. There might be a faint sliver of hope somewhere. We just have to find it. Its not the end. Not yet anyway.

Say it isn't so.
Tell me you're not leaving.

PLEASE.

OH. MY. SHIT. JAAN ISN'T STAYING OMG SHIT WHAT THE HELL. ITS SUDDENLY BECOME A REALITY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. OUR BEST EVER COACH GONE. WHAT THE FUCK I'M ON THE VERGE OF CRYING NOW.