Monday, July 31, 2006
Firstly, let's see...I'm elated to say that today has been a wondrous day! Who the hell am I kidding?
Sure, the tests today were relatively easy compared to the previous tests but somehow, the kick isn't there. It's kind of like taking calculus when you just needed to do simple addition and subtraction. Get the drift? Well, except for ENV. That one, although based on CS has the potential to get my arse pulled down all the way down to a horrendous U. (I don't even know if that exists!)
Anyways, finally got to upload this tribute poem of mine. After I did, lo and behold! A new review! :) I wonder when who'll be my tenth review giver (weird term, I know)...Sundown, Zeva, diebyownhands or AncientBloodChild. I'm guessing Zeva.
I feel like I'm on the top of the world! Ok, so I get pleasure from the simple things in life like gettting a poem uploaded, writing one, having my fav story updated, getting a review...all in a day. Oh how blessed.
I found a fellow classmate's blog. And he seemed upset from his entry (you can't mess with a pure lit kid- we can READ!) because of that. I wonder why do people self-censor? I understand censoring for say racial, religious, political etc but for life in general? A bit kooky to me. So I bring my latest issue forward.
Of what use is a blog if you don't treat it as a diary that you allow the world to read?
That's a rhetorical question by the way. Ok, I'm hyper, on a high now.
Oh, oh, met Nik AND Clarissa! How wonderful is that?
I told you I was hyper. Anything may spike up my happiness again...this feels so wrong...like I'm on steroids or something. Shouldn't have gotten a MARS bar for breakfast.
Oh, oh! Grey's Anatomy is gonna start soon! Skipping DH. Ain't so nice compared to McDreamy. (Not that I like him or anything. SO not my type. Too old)
Oh, oh...CSI Season 6 has finally ended. But best bit? CSI MIAMI 3 is coming! Woohoo!
However, I must dismiss the finale of CSI as rather anti-climax and truly a waste of my time. I mean sure, Brass was fighting for his life but come on! I wanna see Archie! (Now that's a cute adorable person! and more Nick and Greg...so subtext)
Still, I disliked how Sara and Grissom got together. There goes all the fun.
But did you see that incredible waist size?! 19 inch! I WANT!!!
ok, so not THAT much...I want something like 24 or something...wait...I already have a nice waist. It's my butt that's the problem. Thank goodness for detox. I feel slimmer already!
Ok, while I sincerely apologise for the lack of clarity and maturity in my post, do understand, I'm on a HIGH people.
So do be wary. May spill over tmr.
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Thursday, July 27, 2006
Don't mind me. Just needed to rant.
I received my (freaking disgusting-well, to me at least) letter asking me to register for NS. The deadline is like a week or 2 away and guess what?
I'm strangely not the one freaking out. My mum is. Which I find disturbing; but not as disturbing to just realise that she doesn't trust the Internet. I mean come on, would there ever be a server crash? *rolls eyes* (If there was, then I'll wonder if we'll even make it to 2007)
Anyways, today handed in the proposals for hortpark. Damn, the competition's tough. And that's just within my class. I'm wondering why I even give a damn. I lack the dedication, enthusiasm and passion to pursue to see the plan materialise because I'm being realistic. No one in their right mind would pay more than 40k for an 8 by 8 plot of land (unless cash rolls in like the proverbial cows)
I have a feeling that I won't ever enjoy my next few years. It stinks to be a biological male.
Why'd we need to protect the land anyways? Just one blow and poof, the entire land's gone, so why bother?
Try diplomacy. It works.
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Saturday, July 22, 2006
Let' see...this week has been sort of hilarious. Considering the fact that my goddamn bimbo side got loose, people have either been looking at me weird or straight avoid me like the plague. Ok, so it's just one guy.
I mean seriously, to feel me up in the literal sense of the word? WTF. I blew up like the ticking timebomb that I am. He's thankful I was just verbal. I didn't even get to finish my litany because I was having a conversation.
Although it may seem like i'm at a disadvantage due to my thin frame (compared to his gym bunny build), I confidently shared with a fellow classmate, L, that as he strived for his idealised body (the whole abs, pecs, arms deal) he forgot the most important part of the human anatomy. The grey lint up there.
I swear, if he's gonna repeat it again, I swear, the shoes will fly. And I don't mean my school shoes ( bless them for they have moved on to the great incenerator in Jurong Island) but my steel toed boots which I have resorted to wearing every day.
I wish I could slow down my speech; I'm a bloody bullet train. And I don't even know how it ended up this way. Anyways, I totally bombed my prepared speech; I'm praying that I don't get marked down so badly. There goes all inspirations to reach the top.
Monday will mark the reign of a new queen. Like I give a damn, ok, so I do. I find the whole pagaent a farce. Why bother to get an international "cast" when the judges want to see the return of the busty and leggy Puerto Ricans and the likes?
Btw, one more reason to abhor the man Europe loves to hate. George fucking Bush. (Don't even think about it, mister)
Bush vetoed a Bill that could potentially save millions all around the world for the sake the Snowflakes; a bunch of babies conceived from disposed embryos. I can't stand it. Oxford, Britanica and all other dictionaries should just place his image under the caption Stupidity and its other forms.
The fact that he thinks that he's the moral protector of the world irks me. Stem cell research NEEDS to proceed so that we as humans can progress towards a world where debilitating diseases like Parkinson. He says that he won't cross a "moral line". Who the hell does he thinks he is? The new Messiah? How could he have dashed the hopes of millions? Does he NOT realise the enormity of his fatal judgement?
George FUCKING Bush. May someone you love and hold dear get Alzhemiers or Parkinsons and THEN you'll know how much it hurts to see someone you love wilt to a shadow of yourself; to have that someone not know who you are. Then you'll understand the pain I felt.
So on behalf of the rest of us who support stem cell research for scientific reasons,
FUCK YOU. GET THE DAMN OUT OF THAT OFFICE.
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Sunday, July 16, 2006
Procrastination...they entice you with offers of relaxation but before you know it, the time is up and boom, there goes all those precious time...
Stuck doing the design. As much as we want to make it fun and whimsical ala Alice, we ain't got the brains to do it- or rather enough creative sparks and talent to make it look plausible. Not to mention, I've been making changes here and there, without telling her. Wonder if she'll freak tmr...hmm...
Anyways, yesterday was enjoyable as I got to catch up with Jumx and Shidah. We cycled instead of eating our fill so yeah, we went back rather hungry (ok, so it was just me and jumx)
Still, it was nice to discuss pent up issues like politics, food etc. So now, we're making plans to watch pirates soon. Then if they're willing, Lake House! I wanna see the original Speed couple together- even though I already know how the story goes, I'm a sucker for romantic movies. I need to squeel once in a while.
I have lost my weird and excessive food cravings. I'm thankful for that. The last craving was well...for Old chang kee's curry puff.
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Friday, July 14, 2006
Ok...I'm dead beat from today's activities.
It started with on the right foot! >)
Due to the heavy downpour, class was cut short as the trip to the shadehouse to complete transplanting plants from soil-based to hydroculture was cancelled. Hurrahs!
Had a decent conversation with Min Yi as we reminiscise about the past.
And I FINALLY got to watch 4:30.
I was wondering why the critics were raving about it; whetted my appetite. There was this guy who sat on MY seat. Thankfully, the seat next to him was empty. It bothered me for a while- people who know me should know that I'm a bit of a perfectionist, and that applies to this case. I was uneasy about seating in the wrong seat; my thoughts conjuring images of an enraged individual or an usher who would kick me out for being in the wrong seat (I know...a bit too extreme but still, it's plausible)
Anyways, the movie was truly a cinematic gem. I adore the actor who played the protagonist. His acting is so raw and believable that he practically supported the entire movie.
The movie is a genre of its own; a genre-bending movie with elements of fantasy juxtapoxed with doses of reality and dashes of humour. Makes you question whether the entire movie was the boy's whimsical fantasy world or was it real? Which aspects of it were real then?
Clue 1: The boy goes to school...in DECEMBER (last entry in his "diary" was 19/12)
Clue 2: That he managed to procure bottles and bottles of cough mixture. And the doctor can keep prescribing it to him?!
Certain segments of the movie, in particular the "Dream Assignment" struck a nerve within. Everything in school was horrendous to watch.
However, I am truly intrigued as to why Royston Tan did not provide Korean translations. I think that it could have made the movie more understandable. However, it may also make the movie just another form of visual entertainment, not a disguised social commentary on isolation.
I can't stop gushing about the movie. It's too good!
Afterwards, I bumped into my aunt and uncle and we had dinner before we headed back.
And thus the day's journey ends.
I have to hit the drawing blocks to make the concept more marketable etc. Bleh. Have I mentioned how much I HATE the Hort Park.
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
As much as I like to doodle, I'm starting to get REAL annoyed with design aspects. Seriously. I mean maximum width allowed for a thread (your step- the one which u step on) is like 325mm? And that is like what? Smaller than my tile size of 450mm? ARGH. Headache...A pretty fun whimsical fantasy turned into a horrendous nightmare of precision.
Ok, ok, I know I'm ranting. So back to mindless entertainment news. (Everyone needs to empty their minds once in a while...)
Norman Then got eliminated. Aww...pity his sis. Note the sarcasm.
Seriously, it was the first time I see family members coming up on stage during an individual's elimination. I kow it may be seemed as an unflailing show of support but come on...it reeks of bad publicity.
As much as I liked yesterday's show, the clothes and the hairstyles were so horrendous, I was cussing. There's other colours to show chic and classiness dearies. There's something called royal purple, emerald green, velvet red etc...too much black. Sure, everyone wants to stand out but black? So uninspiring!
And was it just me or were Ja's mammary glands trying to invade the world, or rather our google boxes? It was...disturbing to say the least. And some of the guys need to get a haircut. To neaten the image. Like Paul, Jay, Hadi. I love Paul's hair but it's soon gonna cross the line to hippie nirvana where long hair ala the Pontianak and Sadako reign supreme. ( No offense to anyone ya?)
And I could barely hear Jay's song...but the overall night's best performance came from the media darling, Paul.
And somehow, is it just me or does Jonathan seem to be singing the same song? I dunno; maybe it's in the same melody. I mean, I like his choice of songs but somehow, he needs to show a bit versatility. Lest his head gets chopped off next.
So there you have it. My constructive criticism (aka bitching) of SI2. (which is worse than SI1)
Btw, I found the best Char Kway Teow- going for $3.50 at SIM Megabytes. It was a plate of sinful delight. Well, at least my cravings seem to have died down. Seriously, it sucks to have random food cravings that won't leave until you've eaten the food. Now I know how a pregnant woman feels when she can't satisfy that wrenching urge.
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Argh. Seriously, I think I'm getting my PMS periods earlier and longer. So aplogies to anyone who got the short end of the stick. I remember Mon, hate to admit it but I think that somehow D may come back. I hope not. But seriously, I think I'm gonna lose myself. I actually laughed at nothing. (which kind of freaks me out now) and I almost cried on the bus for again...no absolute reason. WTH is wrong with me?!
In other news, is it just me or is my gaydar on fire (or malfunctioning)? Just today, I had 5 hits. Which in my books is A LOT.
I'm going on to random useless rubbish aren't i? Ok, ok. So more on to the usual stuff.
Life as you can see, is beginning to become more mundane. My ink's dried up. And I'm left with barely a few lines that don't fit.
I don't understand why Mr Brown's column was suspended. I mean, do we need a higher authority to tell us how to detect sarcasm, etc in the column? I thought that his column was a refreshing change. And now, they say it's anti Govt, that reporters are not allowed to use the media s propaganda. When i read that, i snorted up water. (It hurts) come on!
I shall continue to support Mr Brown because let's face it, we need both sides of the coin to see the world. Too bad the board of old foggies think we're babes who need to be cuddled and led.
Remember that brown revolution. Damn man...I should have been there! I mean seriously, the ppl up there need to loosen up. White elephant cut-out cannot, protest cannot...Sucks to be here.
So I just made a goal. To join a protest by 25. For a good cause of course.
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Saturday, July 08, 2006
Sports bring out the best and the worst in people. I mean seriously, why do people fake pain? (Can someone please tell Christiano about the boy who cried wolf?)
Come on, I was expecting a beautiful, clean game, NOT some game where the referee was so darn one-sided (ok, so it was in favour of Deutschland) and own goals and what not.
Ok, ok. I know it's ironic that I actually went to watch a soccer match when let's face it, I find soccer a bloody waste of time. Well, not quite. My opinion towards it have gravitated towards the positive side but I will dislike soccer. (It's an improvement from abhorring the game right?)
The atmosphere at PS was nice. The "red hot"dancers were well, utter rubbish. I've seen better.
Not to mention, most of the audience were there to watch the game, not two bimbos clad in shiny itsy-bitsy things.
The german supporters were a very lively bunch. There was this one guy in front of me who danced when a goal was scored. Hilarious I tell you- like a monkey on Ice.
I'm just happy that Germany won the match against Portugal. But I think the game could have been better. Oh well.
I am not gonna watch the finals. Just not interested.
Ok, I GOT to get some shut eye, even if it's just for a couple of min or else my books won't be drool-free. :P
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Friday, July 07, 2006
After school reopens, it seems as though it's been fieldtrip galore- ok, so it was just two trips. Still, it was fun. Went to Horticulture Park (HortPark) and got a sneak peek at the place. Bleh. The place seems boring. I was dying to ask how it's going to sustain enough visitors to ensure that the park doesn't plod along. I mean we already have the Botanical Gardens (which is bigger) and all the other reservoirs. Ok, so the only attraction for me would be the 8 by 8 m plot assigned to NP. It's been a bit of a shock that as a first year, we already have to compete for a public spot (against other first years AND third years). With a budget of $4000, I say, have fun to those who badly want the project. I'm just gonna do it for fun and don't expect to "win".
Lessons have been proceeding smoothly. Only two weeks to the final presentation. I'm rather worried that I'll screw it up like I screw up my environment science project. I wish I can calm down and slow down, instead of rushing like a bloody bullet train.
Last trip was to Green Rose, an aeroponics farm. Learnt many things about the place. Like the fact that it stinks in certain areas and dead squashed frogs spot the place. So not what we're suppose to learn though. Seriously, the taste of the Lettucino (lettuce + kiwi +lemon juice) is seriously an acquired taste. I can't get used to the tingly sour taste. Not to mention, the pulp wasn't drained off. So after a while, you actually taste watery bits of the pulp. *shudders*
And now I'm supposed to do a report on the trip. But on exactly what topic, I have no idea. Dr Chitra (she's from Bangalore- south India) didn't wish to tell us.
The new lecturer, Mr Saiful is an amicable person. The first lesson was spent more on listening to him regaling us with stories from Scotland. He can't speak Gaelic though, it's a real pity. I think Gaelic is a beautiful lyrical language that I wanna learn. Well, after I brush up on German, take up Dutch, French, Mandarin. I wonder whether I'll ever be a linguist.
Anyways, whoever says that bouquets are easy to make must either have no experience or plenty. Seriously, I think it was one of the tougher floristry projects. The leaves and flowers keep getting out of position (even with florist tape). I am however, rather pleased with the end result. At least I passed.
I got the date for Germany vs Portugal mixed up. Haiz...woke up like 2.30 am and waited and waited until 3.30 but the match wasn't shown. Perplexed, I went online and discovered the error. Haiz...
Deutschland MUST triumph over Portugal!
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