Three journals will be released on Monday 4th August at the concourse. Come early to grab one!

Remember, you can write whatever you want in it (within reason, of course, and no slandering or badmouthing whatsoever) and feel free to express yourself! The best entries will be scanned and posted on Twitter and here on the blog.

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Only great minds can read this

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So, fellow victorians, you thought that your tests and exams were extremely difficult, and disappointed with your poor performance? Felt as though you are an idiot?

Well, think again You are better than what you think, so continue to strive hard!

Have you ever wanted to express yourself but never found anyone willing to read your fanfiction about Twilight or listen to the song you wrote declaring your love for the school’s gorgeous Igloo?

Now VJC Subjectif has just the thing, Project 10 Journals!

10 black journal books will be placed around school at specific, undisclosed locations. Any Victorian or teacher can pick one up and bring it with them to decorate, draw, and express himself. Do remember to put them back where you found it, however.

The most creative pages will be scanned and put on this blog. There are attractive prizes to be won as well!

Watch out, because 10 Journals will be coming your way NEXT WEEK 2 August!

More info will be sent to your VJ Gmail and the locations will be released via Twitter and on this blog as well so do check back for updates soon!

I’m a huge fan of Google Documents— it works (almost) like Microsoft Office, with more perks. For the poor unenlightened souls, it allows you to share your documents- be it Word documents or spreadsheets with anyone you choose to. So you type your essay or project outline or whatever into Google Docs, save it and hit ‘Invite people’ and then voila, these lucky people can access what you’ve typed and make edits that can be viewed amongst themselves!
So we can pretty much say goodbye to the forwarded PBLs/ GPPs with the message ‘Please edit and send it back to us’ because really, you just need to provide everyone with that one link to that convenient platform! I’ve even used it more innovatively once— I held a discussion on Google Docs for a project. My whole group got on the same document and started throwing out all our ideas while commenting on each other’s ideas, resulting in a really fruitful discussion.
But as they always say, technology can help… and harm. Take the recent use of Google Spreadsheets for the registration of events like Arts Day and Feeling Fab. The teachers in charge obviously created these spreadsheets with clear intentions in mind—to increase the efficiency of registration and make the whole process more convenient for all of us.
But what happened? Some dark sheep among us began to vandalise the spreadsheets. Bear in mind that everything we input can be seen by others and while the vandals might have amused some students who logged onto the spreadsheets, it was still… vandalism. Even worse, some people selfishly and thoughtlessly removed the names of other people to get into the activity they wanted. Or just for the fun of it.
Come on, how old are we? The basic assumption (and not an unreasonable one) that the teachers made was that we’d be civilised enough to be able to click on the link, put down your name in an available and desired slot, press ‘save’ and leave. I don’t know if it’s more disappointing for them or for ourselves that we can’t do something as simple as that. For them, because they’ve poured in so much effort into helping us arrange these activities so that we can take a break from the tedium of lessons and have some fun for a change… and then we break their trust in us even before the event started. Plus, they have to put in even more effort trying to solve The Cases Of The Missing Entries. Even though Google Docs has a revision history, try ploughing through that for a spreadsheet sent out to 1800 students. And the last time I checked, Google Docs only gives you an approximation of the time that a change was made, making the poor teachers’ lives even more difficult.
And it’s really unfair for those who got a place first, only to discover later that they were no longer in that activity they wanted. I mean, could you imagine how you’d feel if that happened? Especially since they made the effort to rush onto the spreadsheet to indicate their interest before you did. Queen of Convenience, another blogger, wanted to go for the Pixar exhibition for Arts Day really, really badly. And then someone took her place in the spreadsheet and she ended up going for an event that she didn’t really enjoy. Come on, Victorians, we’ve got to play fair! Don’t steal (and yes, it’s stealing) a spot that isn’t rightfully yours!
So Victorians, the next time we use a Google spreadsheet, just follow this golden rule. Type (your name in an empty slot), Save, Leave. You’ll be doing everyone around you a favour.

How odd. My surroundings currently smell like fart. Sorry, I am trying to be truthful. Look, fellow lit-ters, an allusion! xD Hmm, have you finished your Duffy assignment yet? xP

On to the real topic of this post: 23.4FM.

It was so good, you could even compare it to one of SCPA’s talent competitions from MTV’s Taking The Stage.

Firstly, a disclaimer: I won’t be going into too much detail about the actual performances, because did you know that you can actually watch these on YouTube? Not all the videos are up yet, but hopefully they will be eventually, and those of you who weren’t lucky enough to be there on the actual night can check this out! You can also check out Flickr! Credits go to Infocomm Club for the footage and Photosoc for the very clear photos!

So.

If I were to pick one word to describe Musicfest, it would be… (actually, it’s more of an expression?) whoa.

I had no idea. How was I to know (being a J1) that it was such a huge event? That we would have a guest of honour from the School of Music & The Arts? That the booklet would be so official-looking and so, so pretty? That we would have sponsors like NEWURBANMALE and CATHAY??

I’d heard of how big a night it was going to be, and I’d heard that people would dress up for it. (I came in school uniform, by the way.) Plus, the fact that we had to ballot to get tickets was a major clue.

But in the end, it was the whole sponsors thing that really had me going, whoa.

Musicfest opened with a guest performance by Thomas Yeo and David Ho, resident VJCSB percussionists, who are both extremely pro/imba drummers and funny:

Thomas: Can you play what I play?
David: No no no, can you play what I play?
(This goes on for some time, until, in conclusion..)
Thomas: Let’s play.

(I heard there were girls who were disappointed when they found out that one of them was rumoured to be attached. xD )

Anyway, the night looked promising, really it did.

Hold on. Are you waiting for a “But..” ?

There is no but.

It was pretty AWESOME. Fullstop.

After the guest performance by the two afore-mentioned drummers, it was on to the actual competition, beginning with the Vocal Solo category – Natalie, Eugene and Peijia in that order. (Endy, a fourth competitor, was unwell and therefore unable to make it. ) All three were amazing singers, of course, but in the end there is only one official winner, and that was Eugene, who played guitar and sang at the same time (FYI, not that easy).

If you constantly watch this abbrieviation, you’ll love this next part: SYTYCD. Being unable to dance myself No, you know what? Even if I could dance, I’d still be awed. All three performances were mind-blowing. Like, seriously. Fan of Michael Jackson? Catch O.M.G. Want to see super-cool dancers mirroring each other’s moves? Watch Mirage. And are you a fan of love stories (I am! xD)? Be blown away by the super, super, super sweet performance by M.A.D.

So, more singing: Vocal Group. If you like Phantom of the Opera-esque songs, you’ll like Arioso. If you like more mainstream music like Chris Brown and Britney Spears, you’ll like His Excuse. And if you like Backstreet Boys (I know people regard them as their guilty pleasure. Go on, don’t deny it!), then you’ll like OMG! We ate dinosaurs. But in the end you know you can’t deny that all three groups have got talent.
 
Intermission. Cue the toilet rush-hour.
 
We return to our seats, all relieved and contented. xD And need I mention how funny the emcees, Andrea and Rish, were? Anyone who went will tell you that they were.
 
Andrea: Can Justin Bieber sing?
Rish: Huh? How is that possible?
Andrea: Are we gonna get a full day?
Rish: HUH? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??

In between the hilarious music videos by HouseComm ‘09 (Accidentally In Love! ), GEEnius (SNSD!) and ODAC (JUSTIN BIEBER! Sorry, that was just to annoy anyone who dislikes him. I personally have nothing against him.), with HouseComm retaining the first-place title they won last year, was the highly-anticipated bands segment.
 
Bands opened with Sandy’s An Actress!, who sang Billie Jean + Mercy (and eventually won first place!), followed by The Zebra Joy Ride, who did Paramore’s Misery Business, followed by Defying Gravity, who sang Flyleaf’s All Around Me. To be honest, I thought all 3 bands were pretty darn amazing. Do you know how hard it is to coordinate with so many other members, while playing difficult songs??
Okay, there were sliiiight problems with the sound, but you still have to give it to the PA crew – I mean, come on, look at all the work they did! Just to give us audience members a rocking night!
 
And then the competition was over. But the night wasn’t!
 
We were graced by two more guest performances – the teachers, who sang Hey Soul Sister by Train, and the extremely mysterious group of ninjas. I can’t stop thinking about their very amusing headgear.
 
Finally, it came to the prize presentation ceremony.
 
Everyone won something, because in case I didn’t make it clear enough, everyone was awesome and everyone was a winner. To get into the finals is already a big deal, because only 3 or 4 groups/people are selected for each category, and frankly, I didn’t know VJ could produce so many and such talented people. GO VJC! (*chants: FULL-DAY-FULL-DAY-FULL-DAY…*)
 
One can only hope to have the courage to try out next year.

As you may or may not know, the third VJC-Canon Exposé, a photography exhibition collaboration by Photosoc and Canon, was held in VJC last Saturday. It was a day where student and teacher photography enthusiasts were out in force learning new techniques and sharing their photography skills with one another.

One of the highlights of the event was the launching of the Canon EOS Academy Portal, where students and teachers across Singapore can share photographs and exchange tips on taking the best photographs.

Video SLRs were also introduced during the event, where lucky participants got to try their hands at taking videos with SLRs in a workshop conducted by Mr Yeo Wee Han, a local photo-videographer from Canon. Filming with SLRs is definitely a different experience than filming with video cameras, as the participants got to find out and experience firsthand.

If  you had been there, you would have had been treated to the sight of cars such as a BMW and a Lamborghini parked in VJC’s bus bay, where shutterbugs were eagerly taking photographs of the shiny cars and the people milling around the cars were oohing and aahing at sleekness of the cars.

Events are never complete without freebies, and excluding the Canon goodie bag that every participant got, stations were set up where photographers could print out an A4 print of one of their photos. There were also free cleaning services for photographers with Canon SLRs. Fantastic prizes were also given away in the lucky draw – 2 lucky students walked away with a Crumpler camera bag each.

All in all, it was a fantastic experience for newbies and old hands alike. Kudos to Photosoc and Canon for providing students and teachers from all over Singapore such an eye-opening experience, and we hope to see a VJC-Canon Exposé IV in VJC next year!

The barbed wire fences line the perimeter of the compound. A pristine white two-level box is detached from the main building. Its sterile look resembles that of gas chambers. The pungent smell of toxins and chemicals contained within are vestiges of some forgotten massacre. It is dictated that 12:45 is the magic number in which no captive should leave the restricted area.

One might question the presence of escape routes. There are, indeed but chances are slim. The only unscreened areas are grossly red and scream “Keep away!”  The bars are deliberately built diagonal, much to the amusement of those who witness people sliding leftwards. Another incentive to pass pull-ups for NAPFA.

Yes, this is the modern day version of a concentration camp with high security.

If one has been groggily unaware, the people pressing their thumbs to technical gadgets protruding from the walls just outside the 1^st level washrooms, are actually subjects of a scientific experiment to gauge the efficiency of monitoring our every move and confirm our identity. Needless to say, before this was deduced to be so, multiple interpretations arose. My friend thought odd martians were wondering around, fiddling with the electrical impulses in our schools. Alas, they are successful in meddling with the WIFI (or absence of) connection in the concourse and disrupting the abundance of signals that radiate from LT5. Of course, this also explains the screeching siren at approximately 3.31pm, 16/04/10.  Aha! This is also the very reason that enthusiastic people giving out flyers at the school gates dare not intrude into this personal alcove of ours.

At the very least, personal monitoring is accompanied with excellent service. A bright cheery female voice responds with a saccharine voice, overtly thankful for our arrival in schools. After hearing her voice, we melt, why did we even think of the option of ponning?

One feels a sense of surreal reality. True, it is very GATTACCA. Soon, one has to purge oneself of all alien hair to remain aligned to his/her identity.

Ponder on this: “Freedom has many difficulties and democracy is not perfect, but we have never had to put a wall up to keep our people in, to prevent them from leaving us.” – President John F. Kennedy in his speech “Ich bin ein Berliner” on June 26, 1963. Parallel drawn. Will we one day, come to a state of utopia that people would enjoy school and not want to leave? Hmm…

When I picked up my timetable this year, I was oh-so-delighted to discover that the right side of my timetable was quite filled. Case in point- I end school at 4.50pm on Monday and 5.25pm for the last two days of the week.

Yes, stop laughing, my timetable is the pits. But hey, you get more out of this college when you stay back a little longer- Jancy’s 6pm announcements for Thaipan orders, the melodies of the Chinese Orchestra and the String Ensemble amalgamated (teehee) within the T Block… and today, I experienced something even more special.

So my class was having History Tutorial and everyone was pretty much struggling to stay awake, as we are wont to do at 3.30pm in the afternoon. We were learning about the Korean War, a devastating war in, well Korea, and our teacher had just gotten to the most crucial part of this whole crisis when…

WHUARWHUARWHUARWHUARWHUAR

(or something to that effect)

An emergency alarm started blaring.

At 3.31pm.

Very loudly.

To provide some context, we were having our class in E13- a History classroom on the first floor of the Electives Hub block which is, well, roughly the size of a T block toilet, I kid you not. But it has its advantages- I once hung out in there during a thunderstorm and it was all peace and tranquility inside. Yes, it is that soundproof.

And right there in E13, that alarm blasted us straight in the face in that WHUARWHUARWHUARWHUARWHUAR fashion.

First, the ‘Fire Drill’ reaction. There was a tone of excitement in everyone’s voice as we speculated, “Fire Drill? Now?” Some of us started packing up casually. Our teacher dismissed it as a false alarm and tried to continue teaching.

Then, the ‘Uh oh’ phase. My classmate interrupted, “What if it could be real?” Imaginations ran wild as the image of a science lab being devoured by flames danced around in our minds. One of us asked our teacher to leave the door open so that we could run out to the parade square if the emergency was a genuine one. Which, to that, I pointed out, “What if the fire started in the parade square?” We heard the people from Guitar Ensemble/ Choir outside panicking mildly. My teacher called the General Office.

Finally, the ‘CHEY!’.

False alarm.

So life went on and we were split into groups for discussions. But E13, being small and cramped and thus echoey, was not a conducive environment… so some of us ventured out.

To be greeted ungraciously by the blaring of the alarm.

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The alarm finally died an abrupt and welcome death at 3.37pm, leaving our ears ringing in the aftermath.

And that ends the account of the misbehaving alarm.

To end this post off, allow me to reproduce a (rather cheerful) note on the whiteboard by Miss Goh Hui Hua that may be of concern to some of us (verbatim, may I add):

To users of E13,

Please do not push the vent of the aircon up as this may spoil the aircon. If skinny+cold, wear a jacket for @#$%’s sake. If I catch the idiots who have been doing this, you sit outside the classroom.

Yep. Take note, Victorians!

A literature class was discussing the following poem quite animatedly last Thursday:

Recognition, by Carol Ann Duffy

Things get away from one.
I’ve let myself go, I know.
Children? I’ve had three
and I don’t even know them.

I strain to remember a time
when my body felt lighter.
Years. My face is swollen
with regrets. I put powder on,

but it flakes off. I love him,
through habit, but the proof
has evaporated. He gets upset.
I tried to do all the essentials

on one trip. Foolish, yes,
but I was weepy all morning.
Quiche. A blond boy swung me up
in his arms and promised the earth.

You see, this came back to me
as I stood on the scales.
I wept. Shallots. In the window,
creamy ladies held a pose

which left me clogged and old.
The waste. I’d forgotten my purse,
fumbled; the shopgirl gaped at me,
compassionless. Claret. I blushed.

Cheese. Kleenex. It did happen.
I lay in my slip on wet grass,
laughing. Years. I had to rush out,
blind in a hot flush, and bumped

into an anxious, dowdy matron
who touched the cold mirror
and stared at me. Stared
and said I’m sorry sorry sorry.

After it was suggested to the class that “I lay in my slip on wet grass, / laughing.”, one thing led to another and soon EVERYTHING started happening. Sexual innuendos were suddenly unearthed. People started talking about weepy Korean dramas and menopause. Cheese and the dowdy matron obtained sexual significtions. A discussion about alcohol and dessert sprung up. A poem about the indignation of having one’s coloured markers messed up was read out to a rapt audience. People giggled, tittered, screamed, stamped their feet and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. It was utterly random, as 17-year-olds have a right to be.

The following may be of importance to you, especially so if you are a JC1.

A list of things you may require tomorrow:

- Water
- Strepsils
- More water

… HOCKEY GIRLS FINALS AGAINST ACJC TOMORROW!

My class has been exempted for lessons – needless to say, I’m way excited! Let’s scream our lungs out to show support for them, and hopefully they’ll win for the 8th consecutive time! (or was it the 9th? I forget.) Regardless of whether they win or not, though, we’re all superbly proud of them, so GO HOCKEY GIRLS!

When the going gets tough, DON’T STOP BELIEVING!

(Oops, I seem to be one of those who’ve caught the Glee bug.)