Discomfort.

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So anyway, I am currently suffering from a Very Big Thing called Indigestion. You would think that I've learnt my lesson after more than a few times of experiencing it(e.g. OG outing after second lunch, etc, etc), but NO; it came back again, after eating a cookie and drinking 500ml of Ice Lemon Tea AFTER lunch. So there I was, entering chorale practice late(after lunch), trying to sing my best and getting that blasted condition after expending too much energy. Hence having very little blood, what was left after being directed to my abdominal muscle area went to my stomach for the dgestion of fod. I.e. not much at all. So I had to endure four hours of standing/sitting (mostly the former) with my stomach being subsituted for a roiling, tight knot, and one hour of travelling home, and voila! I'm now writing this post with the darn indigestion playing havoc with my insides. Praise me for being hardworking.

There's actually not much to blog about, but I had to skip the morning portion of practice to go to NUS(National University of Singapore) for something called the SRP(Science Research Programme) aptitude test. Basically, you sign up, take the test and cross your fingers and hope you get in. Said test consists of sections A, B, C and D; A comprises of 25 MCQ questions on Physics, B Chemistry, C Biology and D Mathematics. I took A, B and C, and realised i forgot my secondary school knowledge, and realised i didn't have any knowledge to do with higher level (A'level and beyond) syllabus, and so I probably flunked the test. Oh, yeah. At the test I met someone new; Jia Ni, who's a Chinese scholar, really, REALLY hyper, and super smart. Welcome to RJC. So then we sat in my father's car together with my secondary school choir acquaintance back to RJC and went back to chorale practice after lunch, and Jia Ni went back to the student hostel. And the rest, as they say, is history. Which is located in the paragraph above.


Another thing: The condominuim i am living in has underone an en bloc. Which means that my family has to move out within the next few months, to a few bus stops down the road(sigh.), and since my parents are generally inefficient in such matters, we will be living here until the company which purchased the land evicts us. And so i will witness the construction of temporary structures like new carparks and the showflat, and how most other families living in the condo will move out, as though evacuating. The lights that sparkle and shine through the darkness will slowly wink out, one by one, and the place will become like a great organism that is slowly rotting. Slowly dying away; and yet i cannot do a thing. But of course after the new condo is built, the people will flock back and the energetic feel will be back, a tangible feel in the atmosphere. But it wouldn't be the home i once knew anymore. The greenery, the laughter of the neighbours' kids frolicking in the swimming pool, the 'resort feel' as my friend put it. All will be gone, because nothing will ever remain static.

Also something that i might bring up in the next post if i have time:
1. The Ethics Issue (How the younger generation's ideals are changing; how a newspaper arcticle commented on how developers cut corners by dumping excess concrete and wood chips as mulch for trees: e.g. the condo which i pass by daily)
2. How your personal mood can affect what you perceive around you. For example, if you're estatic, not even grey skies can dampen your mood, but if you're depressed, even the fluorescent tubes in shopping malls can seem unfriendly, clinical, and artificial.(If done, will be in narrative format)

p.s. Like a certain Normal Teenager (http://anormalteen.blogspot.com/), the reason why i blog is to firstly relieve stress and whatnot, and secondly to improve my GP writing skills; lastly, because i enjoy writing narratives, however dark and tending to the macabre they are, and i don't want to give this up after the secondary school chapter has been put behind.