Went unpacking at the newly reconstructed Cedar Avenue campus today. I have got to say that the school is just gorgeous. I was definitely in awe as I walked into the building that looked pretty much like a country club. It’s so posh like whoa. I am most definitely dragging my cousin to the Open House next weekend; hopefully Cedar will be a better place for her than it is for me. I’m convincing myself that the Geylang campus was just a bad omen in general; Secondary 2 and 3 sucked really bad for me. But I felt a wave of excitement and energy when I stepped into the new school. I’m going to stay back everyday to study in that awesome campus. I don’t care if I end up being like some nerd. At least I’ll be a nerd in a posh institution, hm? I’m gonna make the best of the new old campus, and ace my O Levels. -Pumps fist in the air-

Although I must say the compass on the foyer is ugly. It totally should have been Izah’s art piece. D<

I’m definitely looking forward to going to school now, a different feeling than what I’ve been going through for some time now. The Geylang Bahru compass is pretty crappy; it’s tiny, forever dusty and just old. Sure, the canteen’s near the classroom – but hah, the Cedar campus has a shelter connecting the canteen to the classroom blocks. So beat that, muddy grass Geylang.

Oh. The temporary band room sucks too. Because it’s puny and I don’t see how 90 students with instruments are going to squeeze into that 1 1/20 room. Psh.

Walking home was nice; it almost felt like walking down memory lane. I traced my route again as I walked alone. Zebra crossing, then the house with the big, scary dog (I’ve learnt 3 years ago to not walk near the gate). Afterwards it’s the house with the yellow Porsche, followed by some house that always has movie props piled up outside. A couple more houses down the street, there’s a right bend, an indication I’m halfway to the bus stop already. There’s a house on the right of the street with three dogs that never makes a single sound, it’s amazing. I saw something new then; two new houses on the street. But apart from that, still the same rat-infested corner before the bus stop’s in sight. Smiled on the way home, recalling my Secondary 1 days.

Maybe I’ll share those days next year with my cousin? (:

Like I said, hopefully Cedar’s a better place for her than

Dear teachers,

When your students don’t say anything to you,
It doesn’t mean they don’t want you to say something.
When they fake a smile then hide their faces,
It means that they want you to understand their pain.

I realised why 2009 is such a big pain in the butt.

Because even when we fall,
You expect us to run harder.
Do you not realise we have to get on our feet,
Before we can even walk?

I don’t think I’ve heard anyone say anything motivating this year.
I remember last year, I had teachers who believed in us.
Teachers who had faith in us that we’ll manage through the storms.
Teachers who pat on our backs and congratulate our achievements.

So we’re a year older and nobody cares now?

This year, I tripped and I fell.
Then it kinda feels like I got stepped on.
And then I got ran over, as things just got worse over the months.

And you think everyone’s starting to run again.
When in truth, all I think you’ve been doing,
Is blow the whistle to a bunch of students lying on the ground,
Finding no reason to get up again.

Maybe I’ll just drag myself,
Dig my fingers in the ground and drag myself,
Till the end of 2010.

Because then I’ll be glad my four fking years in Cedar will be over.

So I’ll admit.
I bottle things up.
I put on a facade and attempt to live through the days.
But when things just spill over,

I am a volcano.

And maybe I’ve just declared I’m sick and tired of all this nonsense.
I’m feeling rock-bottom after everything has just accumulated.

And just to tell you,
More than half the time, your students want you to offer your hands
To pull them back up when they fall.
Because we can’t do it alone.
In life, nobody does anything alone.
So you’ve got to say you believe in us.
Or we won’t believe in ourselves.

It’s baaaaack in Singapore! (: Isn’t anybody feeling excited that sexy cars and its drivers would be in town, zooming around our landmarks? It really is awesome, right? And it’s the only night race. And it’s a street circuit. And rain is expected on Sunday. Doesn’t that sound like a giant adrenaline rush to you? I know it’s not as exciting if you’re watching at home – which I would be doing for the 2nd year now ): – but I heard the high-pitch zooms firsthhand before. So that’s something to be ecstatic about – having a major sport taking place in our very own little red dot!

Plus plus plus, I’m determined to get photos with Nico Rosberg this year. Hahaha, the drivers are doing more roadshows than last year, so I want to catch a glimpse of him before my very eyes at least once! (: If I fail however, Sarah Tan and I have decided to hunt them down next year, no matter what. -Pumps fist in the air-

AND OH MY GOD. DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE CELEBRITIES, ALRIGHT. I’m hearing so many stories from Ashreen (naturally) about big names here in our town and I’m getting so damn hyped up. I feel like running up and down the streets of Singapore, demanding celebrities to step out of their hotel rooms to shake my hand / give me a hug / give me an autograph / take pictures with me / bring me to their hotel room. Okay, that’ll apply to Justin Timberlake only, if he’s truly here.