Happy Valentine's Day!

It has been an aeon (close to) since I last TOUCHED my laptop. True enough, I had sent it for repair a week ago and I have just received it back. To my chagrin though, my motherboard had been replaced. I knew this was coming, that my motherboard was getting swapped for another one, but the feeling of having to look at this empty, hollow computer that used to be mine- to be devoid of any files and programs... is lonely.

So, why am I posting today?

There is no particular reason in question- I just felt like posting. Nothing wrong with going with your heart, is there? Probably I should just dabble myself in the mundane activities that any average teen would, log onto the net and start typing a blog post and start swearing away at teachers, adversaries and what-have-you. I would love to do that too, just that well, I rarely breed animosity within me. This leads to a lack of writing content and normally I end up rambling about something that does not seem to concern about my life a lot.

Maybe today I'd just do a slight change and depict what happened to me today.

Honestly, nothing happened to me today. I woke up, and felt like crap. Indeed, my throat was akin to a dessicated fruit, its moisture getting sucked up by some unknown THING, and it's abandoned there to swell and expand in size. I climbed out of bed and my mother was staring at me curiously, almost questioning my health. I questioned my health, but wait- I did feel all right on general.

Apparently, I looked like some kind of ghostly apparition in her eyes. She was telling me to take another medical leave, but I told her I had common tests today, and getting another medical leave would just be troublesome. Seriously, it would. The teachers would all be eyeing me keenly, just waiting for me to hand out that medical certificate (more like a piece of cheap paper) that would have cost me about 30 friggin' bucks just to attain it. So I need to spend 30 friggin' bucks just to prove my reliability and truthfulness. And either way, I had SYF rehearsal. It was better to get my butt down there to just check out the whole place out and probably get myself in tune with what was going to occur on the actual competition date.

When I reached school, it was a little late as usual, given the hectic stream of traffic in the mornings. Apparently the 'Valentine' mood WAS around in the class. I felt a little guilty for forgetting to bring chocolates with me. I am one who will give without expecting anything in return, that's why. However, it isn't because I am too selfish or anything, I have truly forgotten to bring the chocolates along with me. True, the easiest excuse, but do you really want to blame your brain for having forgotten it when it has to computes millions of things per day? Honestly, stop putting so much pressure on your brain. I mean just think about it, seriously.

So I just sat around for a little bit, trying to write a story but obviously my pen tip could not even reach the paper. I was suffering from a serious case of writer's block. I wouldn't blame myself since that story has been written about two years ago, terminated and now I'm trying to pick up from where I had stopped two years ago. It is not quite the easy feat, since I normally terminate stories at points whereby I do not feel inclined to write any further. But wait- it has my favourite story background. From Fullmetal Alchemist. I cannot resist not writing about the comely blonde-haired alchemist, his brother in an armor, the... (how do I describe her in the best way possible?) The nice but well-I-still-hate-her Winry Rockbell, or AKA their mechanic friend. And my main girl is just so awesome that I cannot not write about her.

Thus, while I dilly-dallied, time around me slipped past me and when I looked up, I was shocked to see Ms Wu standing in front of the classroom. Not exactly who I was expecting to see, seriously. While I was wondering what to do, we had to stand and sing the National Anthem. Honestly, I wanted to sing but my sore throat prevented me from doing so. Thus, the classroom settled into a chilling silence.

Afterwards, we were told to daydream while waiting for the clock hand to reach the perfect number. I was staring in front at the whiteboard, spacing out honestly, and Kai Wei began telling me how he would fail if the first question did not have a part (a), since he had written it down on his blank sheet of paper. I just kept staring on, just waiting for time to pass by. Eventually she handed down the question paper, and when she told us to check for missing pages, I eagerly checked the questions and the questions testing on vocabulary. They all seemed manageable, but hey, you never know. Besides, I haven't exactly executed my revenge plan. I have fallen sick, remember? And sick people have sick brains that do not function as properly, or at least this is to my logic. (When you are sick God normally bless you a bit more luck than you normally have, no?)

However, it turned out that there were some people who had missing pages. Thus we waited for a pretty long time just for SOMEONE to reach the people responsible. Apparently Ms Wu could not contact them, thus we just sat there and waited. Me? I sat there with lifeless eyeballs fixed on the whiteboard. Zombie-fied. Hell yeah.

When finally SOMEONE came to give us some extra sheets of question papers, I heard Kai Wei commenting, "Beautiful woman", and thus I looked outside and realized for myself his extent of sarcasm. Hmm.

The paper was manageable. The questions... were less challenging than the practice questions that Mdm Choo had given us. Thus, I was cursing myself for my ill-rotten health. If I was in 100%, honestly, the paper would have been a piece of cake. I mean, seriously. When I was sitting for the best I had a throbbing headache. And every time I coughed the aching worsened. Worse still, I had difficulty writing down words. How marvellous, I am really getting all the luck in the world.

Now, I have to console my bleeding self that the common test is just a checkpoint, and that the major battleground is the 'o' levels. However I can't help but wonder, given my wonderful luck, wouldn't I end up in a similar state as I am right now? Thus, somehow, I know, I have to start building up myself that even if I fall ill, I have enough determination and kick that I would still 'mug' and perform exceptionally.

Afterwards, I excused myself from the classroom and headed down to LT2 to join the rest of the Chinese Orchestra crew for one hour of torture I mean, E-maths paper. When I went down I was thinking to myself, all the people here are smart people, so what is the logical thing they would say after finishing the paper? "It was very easy!" Thus I braced myself mentally for such devastating comments that would injure my fragile mentality. Yes, indeed, I am SO inclined in my Mathematics with their GIBBERISH language and PROFOUND questions that do not make any sense!

As expected I was writing at snail's pace and my headache seemed to be screaming away inside my eardrums. Thus, well, I do not carry high hopes with me for attaining high scores and probably OWNING Ms Wu, as Kai Wei calls it. Probably enough to show her I do know something out of her lesson, just not EVERYTHING. She was telling me to go find her, since she did not want to end up in a messy situation whereby I didn't know anything, so I just had to show her I DID know something- and everything should be fine. I hope.

Afterwards, we reported straight to the CO room and began the arduous task of transporting our instruments down to the lobby. As expected from the weak, fragile me I failed to carry anything heavy. I felt like falling every time I carried something, but since Jia Min was also complaining about her own body discomforts, I felt much compelled to shut my traps and just carry the items without grumbling. I wasn't one to talk after all.

At the concert hall, I played briefly, occasionally forgetting some parts but still managing to play some notes which seemingly blended in with the majority thanks to my familiarity with the entire song. It was at this moment that I realized that I was supposed to play for both songs, despite their claims that I only could play one. Mr Low was staring at me curiously and when he finally asked, Ting Peng looked like someone squeezed all his life juices out of him. Our instructor came up the stage and was shouting "Didn't I tell you guys? Didn't I tell you guys?" and I was just dumbfounded. Sorry mate, I didn't attend two sessions.

So either way, it means I'm going up for both songs. Even Journey. Well, I'm all right with Journey since I had (sort of) memorized the song.

Then we left, went back to CO room, and I sneaked around my classroomattempted to enter my classroom bravely and once I was inside everyone started flooding me with a few more chocolate. Hmm. I took them while lamenting about how I could not even eat them. Thanks to you, sore throat. I am so forever indebted to your kindness that I would live to remember it.

Thereafter, I sat around the classroom, talking to Chiew Xia mostly, ranting about my day and whatever in my raspy voice and distracting her from her school work. As expected from a demoness . Sabotaging others.

Then, I was walking home, and the scorching sun beat down upon me mercilessly. While I walked, I was trying to drink some water. Then, out of nowhere, "BYE PEIYUN!" This voice erupted. My brain that was about to get into slumber mode was awakened subtlely and I looked across the road, to find a single file of three guys who were staring at me. I stared back, before I found out who called. I waved.

The delayed syndrome as Yuxuan calls it- once again demonstrated by my slow nervous relay system.

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My day ended here. Though there has been something hanging around in my mind for some time now. I felt the impulse to share it with someone, but honestly, who would really understand the 'predicament' that I was in? When I did not get back my laptop, I was still grumbling to my friend that I would roasted on Valentine's if I did not get back my laptop on time, but it turns out it was the same result either way. He never came online and I was just, well, fed with the same consequences.

In Japan, they have a 'tradition' of girls giving guys chocolates on Valentine's Day. In return, the guys will give the girls chocolates on White's Day, which falls on March 14th. This only applies in Japan. And my dear friend, he did something which would attract me the same 5 girls who just does not seem to get over the fact that their chocolates cannot be handed out. Seriously, how does this have to do with me? It's more like they need someone to push the blame on, and HOLA! I am the perfect subject to subject for verbal abuse!

Well, but sadly, it takes more than 5 girls to try and torment and successfully wound me. And I mean it.

Now, with all those said, catch MBLAQ in Stay.