Yay! Not Gay!

Probably not the best way to start an entry but...

Sigh, haven't done literally TONS of homework! Wish I could quit Fine arts now!!!!

As usual, the choir had to perform some sort of 'marathon' of 7 songs. Kenneth was like not-so-enthu about this(???). We had to humiliate ourselves by standing in front of the school, with the spastic Mrs Lim going crazy overdoing the singing(go join s'pore idol lah! o.o) No choice, had to stay from 4pm to 7.15pm(what?!?!) for the rehearsal the previous day. Mr Clifton Soh, who was supposed to be the lead singer in the national day celebration, was definitely NOT prepared. Seriously. Who sings a song on stage while reading lyrics?

Just like in primary school, we had to stand like penguins cuddled together in front of a crowd of students with boring gazes. Like, hell no, I wouldn't like wearing a house T-shirt upstage(who was the douchbag who made it mandatory to wear red tops and jeans!?). The first song was 'What do your see', where Mr Clifton Soh easily managed to demonstrate his mediocre vocal skills(again, who's the idiot who got him to sing?) The 'Munneraeu Valibaa' was the killer. We actually had to run around the hall like gays(sry girls...), and give the people downstage the shock of their life(they just found out their classmate was a homo). I don't care to elaborate though, the rest is sooo boring...

When we had potluck in class, I realised the stress we put on the farmers. For a start, ALL the food(well, almost)was erm... potatoes?(Bad planning, guys). Then I felt lonely. Extremely lonely. Somehow, I became invisible. As we were clearing up, mischief got the better of me. I poured the coke and water into a container of chips, and passed it to Matthew(What?). Matthew walked about the classes, and somehow, miraculously, managed to prank a girl into putting her hand into the container(pwned!). Yan Tong got the container from Matthew, subsequently attempting to dump its contents into a plastic bag. Feeling annoying and spammy, my hand got the container. Weirdly enough, YT smacked my hand(ouch to the heart :'(). Sigh

My group for the physics project, randomly chosen by Ms Li, decided to meet up at Jurong regional library. Somehow, either a blessing or a curse(most probably the former), another group was going to the same location.

My initial plans for the rig was repulsion force between the surface and the bottle by placing magnetic tape on both to reduce friction . Unfortunately, my plans came to nought when I found out(much too late) that we would strictly need to use the ramp provided. No magnets. Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!

Failed planning. We actually left our stuff in the library while the other group helped use take care of our belongings. After a fruitless effort in search of a hardware store to buy magnet tape, saws and superglue, we dashed across the whole circle to IMM shopping centre at the opposite end in 5 minutes!!(OMG). Pity Jia Ying, she couldn't quite keep up(are we rly that fast?).

Yay, Diaso.

We started to look for random items, which we obvious didn't need(except for a tennis ball, which we apparently couldn't find). In the end, we settled on a wood saw, but... doesn't the sight of four people purchasing a saw a little...you know, suspicious?(epic fail!)

As we failed to look for magnet tape, we went in search of 'Home-fix' or similar hardware stores. After running and doing a wild goose chase on the first floor, we sprinted towards what I thought was a service counter. Turns out it was a money changer(wow, I sure as hell have good eyesight!). It went to such an extent that we just HAD to resort to the directory. Heck, I knew the location all along.

$3.90 for a magnetic tape. We need 8. Where in the world are we going to use so much money for an A+? Sigh, we retreated back to the library, regretting our fruitless search for nonexistent materials(how I wish I could get epoxy for the wood)

We could have chopped our heads off looking for an optimum shape of the fins of our rocket. I actually tried out this idea of having 10-degree interval, with a reduction of the line length, for the contour of the front of the fin(I don't know how to phrase that O.O. Call me for more info. Btw, it costs $10 for the tip). Starved myself for the whole afternoon, yet I didn't feel hungry at all(you can post to judge whether I suffer from anorexia, *shrug)

After much pulling out of hairs(I'm bald now) and racking of brains, we decided to try with the bottle alone. With the help of the other group(thks :D), we managed to borrow the pump and pierce a hole through the bottle cap. However, our efforts came