Thursday, August 31, 2006
Teachers Day was perhaps one of the well, poignant events of the year. Sure, I got to meet many much loved people but it brought home the point that everyone's at different points in their lives (hopefully having a better time) and well, I must continue on my journey in Life.
Gawd, truly, I missed everyone; it was perhaps made worse when some people chose not to come- considering the fact that any class gathering made would be deemed a failure for lack of a better term. It was one of the few days to meet one another. It was a great time to catch up with one another; it was surprising to note that Nanthini's in Biomed. Well, I guess, it was a greater shock for some that I'm in horticulture. (Me, one of the four who DID NOT take geog for O at all. Yes, I absolutely detest geog but heads over heels in love, in adoration with English Lit.)
Anyways, I do hope to see most of the VJ people on Sat. I shall bring my camera and grab a picture with my sisters and the rest! :)
After seeing some teachers; MC it seems has been sick since last month...hmm...preggers?, Shidah and I went to Banquet at AMK. Waikeat and friend joined us for lunch. Went to Amk lib after walking around; ok, so we intended to disturb Daniel at his workplace but he was on his lunch break. After that, we went our seperate ways.
My apologies to G4c for not attending yesterday's event. I hoped you people had a great time!
So well, I have to prepare for tmr. I have a meeting before I head to Vj!
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The rain is pouring outside. I can hear the raindrops hitting the metal railing, making me appreciate more the beauty of sound. I can smell the wonderful smell of rain that cleanses. And I realise that I'm not ready to die.
Ok, so well, I'm currently in a reflective (moody some say) mood. I just managed to catch Sophie Scholl. Mein Gott. Es war ein schoenes Film aber es traurig war. (wait...I think I just screwed the German grammar)
Anyways, it was about this admirable woman who stood up for her beliefs. The movie starts with this innocent, happy music circa 1940s (liek duh). Then it progressed to more tension-building music that was base heavy. (I'm crapping). While I must applaud the lead actress for her stellar performance, I must say that the cinema's acoustics weren't very good. I could hear strains of the piano and violins in the background (coming from another hall) while the scene was meant to be strictly serious and silent. I loved the powerful shots of the locations; it heightened the sense of trepidation as one is made to witness the horrendous interrogation.
However, while the movie was rather enjoyable, it was marred by this group of young people who kept laughing at inappropriate moments. While I myself do find the moustached police officer amusing, I couldn't help but feel irritated when they laughed during the court proceedings. I would have preferred a more serious attitude. I myself do understand the irony in the court; their denial concerning the military strength and might of Hitler's Army, I don't think the scene warranted laughter. Perhaps it is just me being a bit sensitive or something but I hold the opinion that they should be more quiet. Chuckles are fine but outright guffaws? You're watching the wrong type of show hun. Comedy's someplace else. This is a HISTORIC ACCOUNT OF THE FINAL DAYS OF A WAR HEROINE. So please, observe. Reflect.
Anyways, I squirmed when it was the final scene. I could feel bile rising up my throat.
I know the german war movies almost always end gruesomely; I should have expected it but I still get affected by it.
Are you willing to die for an idea?
Are you willing to die for your opinions?
Despite what Sophie Scholl and countless others have done, are we living in a better world or are we in a similar situation as they did? Still struggling to change the world for a better place for everyone to live in?
I have done enough contemplation for today. I feel somehow at ease now.
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Monday, August 28, 2006
Just finished watching the grand wedding of the year- Siti Nurhaliza's. Kudos to the designers of the hall. However, I must say that the pink gown that she wore for the cake cutting ceremony was a tad obiang. (outdated)
I hated the ruffles and the bustier seemed to have been wrongly sewn or something. Bleh. The silver white kebaya that she wore earlier was miles away in terms of aesthetic beauty. Now THAT was a gown befitting the Princess of Malay Pop.
Anyways, I have realised that I ain't got a life. Ok, I need to go out tomorrow. I mean if I start to even have conversations with myself onscreen (essentially typing out a dialogue), then it's a strong indicator i need to get out.
Still, somehow staying at home has been rather productive- I wrote my first one-shot. Well, technically uploaded my first one-shot. I'm STILL reworking and revising my poem for the competition. Yes, I have decided to join. Screw the copyrights. The poem is essentially mine; I can still view it whenever I want to.
So erm ya. Life is great? Who the hell am I kidding? I'm setting myself for 7 weeks of rotting at home. Ok, make it six.
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
Hey, I JUST finished watching "My name is kim sam soon". I'm feeling so mellow right now; like I can melt. Heh.
It's the start of a week, ok, so it's the second day since Sun is supposed to be the first day of the week. Ok, whatever. I'm supposed to do so many things like gettting a haircut, teach, visit the museums etc but I guess my butt is refusing to get off this chair. I'm glued to the screens. I need to get away though.
But I must say that having passed this hurdle, I've gained a sense of peace. I've taken the time to catch up with people like Ritika, Joyce, Nat, Nora, James, Bryan etc. Having talked with Ritika is extremely refreshing. My mind's awakened from its slumber, albeit temporarily. Got to discuss topics that are shall I say, more substantial. Things like US politics to the death penalty. Ah...
Bryan called me out of the blue. It was surprising! Of course, I'm making a date on Sept 2. I will be there. To disturb the people I know and miss like my sisters. :)
So let's see, today's Emmy was shall I say it? Rather humdrum. Maybe it's just me but I still think 24 should have ceded to Grey's Anatomy. Oh well...at the very least the clothes are a major improvement. But I just HATED Fawcett's gown. The two "collars" thingie at the back didn't accentuate the back. Instead, it was such a contrast, it made her look like she had just rushed there and forgotten to zip up. But overall, fine outfits. (Baring in mind, it is the lesser cousin of the Oscars)
I can't wait for the 31. I wonder how everyone's really doing. If you're to read some blogs, it seems they're screwing their lives up. But who knows? Could be an entry that reflected their feeling there and then.
I really need to get out and watch some movies. Ok, so two. Sophie Scholl and The Devil Wears Prada. I know i'm sounding a wee bit desperate but if I do, I won't have enough moolah. Haiz...the perils of being an unemployed.
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Saturday, August 26, 2006
So the exams have finally ended. The hydroponics paper was relatively easy but I've learnt my lesson. Never judge a paper until you get the result. you may think it's easy and all but horror of all horrors: you fail; ok, so you didn't get the marks you so badly wanted. I'm a bitter arse, so sue me. You won't get anything except well, my plushies and some books. I sold my magazines to the karung guni recently and it was a bloody rip-off! I got like TEN CENTS! Should have just recycled em instead.
Anyways, after the paper, went to have lunch with Daniel and Loy at Deli. Goodness, I never knew potato gratin was off the menu. I totally splurged man. Sometimes, you just gotta pamper yourself.
I spent the rest of the day doing my nails (trimming them I mean) and watching My Name is Kim Sam Soon. And I'm hooked. For crying out loud, I watched the show from 3 to 10. 7 hours of watching...goodness, new record for me.
I browsed the papers today and saw this interesting competition. Creative writing of course. Organised by SP. I was wondering if I should participate, considering I would be relinquishing all rights to it. My heart will be heavy if I do, but the tangible rewards like a cash prize and the possibility of being published is tipping me to the side. I'm undecided as of yet but I shall post the answer when I do.
Can you believe how productive being on an almost empty NEL train is? I finally finished the plot outline of my story! Now to just get past writing Chap 6 (Which has gone through some twenty or so changes)
Btw, can someone PLEASE sms me and confirm with me when the following events will be:
G4C gathering
6/1 gathering
1g03 gathering.
I hope to see you guys in And. :)
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Monday, August 21, 2006
I thought I would have moved on from the whole freak out thing but I guess I'll never change huh? I actually had a panic attack on the MRT. Thankfully I kept my mouth shut but my heart was pounding like crazy. I was going well...ala Kingshaw from KOC. I kept reading and rereading the stack of paper I had, praying that the information would stick to my head. Somehow or another, I calmed down. Should be around 30 min...
Got to school on time but got lost. How the hell could I have forgotten where block 56 was? I went there weekly for lessons! Then got a bit panicky when there was a question that a classmate and I had diff answers for. Called Saiful. I feel so darn embarassed, like some sort of a goon- I could have asked it yesterday when I met him.
Talking about that, I arranged the meeting only to find out he got the timing mixed up. So I went to study alone first. Then when he came, he didn't even answer my questions! He just said that the papers wouldn't ask for such stuff. Trust me to believe it hook line and sinker. One mark's gone now.
So let's return to today's event. Did the paper and got a bit let down by it at first. Then I realised that the the paper concentrated more on phosphorus and potassium. That was when I freaked out (again). It was a short one but still, I think by the time I get my phD, I'll get admitted to some mental institution for panic attacks.
So erm ya...I calculated the potential marks I've lost and I have bid farewell to 12 marks, of which 2 is confirmed. (Got mixed up with lime and sulphur)
So I think I might have just said goodbye to my first A. It's such a heartbreak. Not as bad as lit O levels; I'm still getting over that. The wound's three-quarters healed.
So where was I?
Oh forget it. I'm gonna study for hydro lest I'm doubly screwed.
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Saturday, August 19, 2006
I'm back from Womad in the Heartlands. I was rather apprehensive going with my parents and my little sis. Some might say this stems from a need to rebel, blah blah blah but whatever.
Anyways, actually argued with my mum about the merits of taking mrt versus taking the bus. When i raised the point that we were late (the thing started at 7 and we were still at home at 7.15), I guessed I touched a raw nerve or something. It was so...so...argh. In the end, we took the MRT.
Anyways, arrived to watch the Australians Aborigines act. My goodness, utter beauty. I was enthralled; it was like an anthropological class of sorts. Too bad my cam is a pathetic model. Still, here's a picture. Shall upload the other two some other time. The lag is killing me.
Then it was followed by this African act. It wasn't very interesting. I guess it's just not my thing. So instead we headed to KFC for dinner.
However, we were side-tracked watching this group of people line-dancing. To one of my all time favourite songs (Save the Last Dance) AND it was Michael Buble's rendition! So we stayed to watch. And one dance lead to two then to three. Before we grabbed a quick meal and returned to watch them dance to songs like Ring My Bell, Uptown Girl (Westlife's rendition), Perhaps and many more. It was seriously entertaining to watch them.
Before we headed home, I rushed back to Womad and watched this lady from Rajakstan (or something along those lines) dance. I was momentarily stunned by the twirling. It was beautiful but my favourite act of the night was STILL the Aborigines'. I mean to even tell a story about Boomerangs and share info like the inspiration of the helicopter, it was truly the best.
I can't wait for next year's. I wonder where it will be.
And to all those who are struggling to cram, don't be too stressed. Wait...that sounds so hypocritical considering that I freaked out like three days ago. Bwahahaha.
So erm ya, jia yu?
I'm off to go cram more info for SS in my head. Shall study hydro only after SS papers. Haiz...wish I could cram m0re in my head but I'm afraid that the information will be too jumbled up. I feel like the proverbial dam that's about to burst.
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Thursday, August 17, 2006
I just realised I'm like 10 posts away from my 100th post.
Anyways, for the past few days, I've been cramming for soil science. Ok, and failing terribly. TV has been taking a prime slot in my life. From SI2 (xiao di di and xiao mei mei are really something. Deaf I tell ya...) to reruns of Holland V to channel surfing: oh gawd. Couch potato madness!!!
I've just realised how different poly is from sec sch in terms of teaching. I've been perusing the notes and have been unable to find the asnwers for the past year exam papers. (Brings back good ol' memories of the TYS)
It's really independant learning. While i do like the whole study at your own pace etc, it irks me when you can't get answers asap. So now I'm trying my best to get notes on the nitrogen cycles etc.
Oh well. Just a couple of hours left before I move on to hydroponics. I'm gonna skip religious class because I'm not gonna waste my time listening to why casual sex is wrong and stuff like that. Bah humbug.
Still, my mum was telling me yesterday that MOE and MOH will be working together to find out which students are HIV carriers. And the letters will be sent to the student's institution to inform them.
I'm not sure about the legitamacy of the above mentioned but if it's true, all I can say is that all efforts to get the young people tested will go out the window. Seriously, most young people will stop going for checks. I do understand that the govt is trying to curb Hiv infection from spreading but it's the wrong approach.
I say schools should instead adopt a more proactive stand and inform the students about the HIV check up clinics/ centres whatachmacallit. I know there's one in Penang Lane (I have no idea where that is). And the govt needs to make support groups for HIV patients and their families more prominent.
We can't control our youths sexual drives but we can somehow teach them how to practise safe sex. Still, there's nothing that we can do officially for msm until homosexuality is legalised. It's basic human rights! Damn, i can't wait until the old fuddy duddies die then perhaps we can change the world. People need to understand that like LOVE, HIV doesn't discriminate. I'm all for same sex love! Love is love. PERIOD.
( I feel like my old self again!)
Anyways...I'm WAY excited about tmr!
WOMAD in the Heartlands.
Come on down to the open field near Blk 814 (Just step out of hougang mrt/bus interchange. You should be able to see it)
Come down and have a blast.
Best bit?
It's FREE.
So come on and revel!
From 7 to 10 pm.
I sound like some gimmicky dort ya? Anyone wanna join me? *hopeful*
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Sunday, August 13, 2006
It sucks to be down with some random ailment. Currently, I'm nursing a terrible sore throat, the occasional sneezing and of course the damn cough. The fever has passed. That ain't the worst bit. Tis' the damned nagging for me to sleep early. Argh.
Seriously, there's a reason why I sleep in the day. It's to be alive at night. I find that the general atmosphere is much better. No mad barkings from the deranged canines, no loud music/ horrendous karaoke etc. Just peace and quiet with the occasional freaky sounds of the common house lizard. The crickets symphony of the night however is strangely familiar and calming. It's the best time to study since the lack of distractions will help one to focus.
However, being sick puts the above mentioned plan in jeopardy.
Anyways, I'm just here to regal any bored soul about my day.
I attended my religious class in spite of my ill health (so not my decision, can't you tell?) where the topic about burial preparations got directed towards sexual health. .
While I liked how the teacher asked us to consider between sexual thirst and life's aspirations, I disliked how it was very one-sided. I guess it's expected; I mean it is religious class after all. I'm just so sick of the whole don't have casual sex discussion. I mean it's ultimately your call. You have the power to decide if you want to proceed or not. Just make sure you're responsible for the outcomes, if any. Who are you to impose your views on others? Wait...scratch that...Unless you're Bush, who are you to restrict one's rights? (If you think I'm in support of him, what are you? Nuts? America will one day wake up and realise that it's no longer the world's big super power but rather reduced to a decaying third world country)
Where was I? Yeah...the only reason why I'm blogging today is because I wish to spread some news of hope.
Ceasefire between Hizbollah and Israel to start as of 14 August 2006, 0500 hrs Greenwich Mean Time (S'pore 1pm). Thank heavens. One month of skirmishes and bombings and what have you; and all for the release of two kidnapped Israeli soldiers.
I pray that it lasts. I don't want half of the paper to consist of war-related issues. (Trashy tabloids on the other hand is different matter all together...)
Thus, good night. The Panadol Extra is taking its toll on me. And I shall blog soon, in a week's time hopefully...(who am I kidding?! Blogging is an integral part of my life now)
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Friday, August 11, 2006
This entry is dedicated to Bryan. Lol. Seriously, i was just about to write it when I saw your post. It's kind of freaky in a good way!
Unless you're one of those who are stuck in a stone cellar deep in the pits of some castle (although in reality it's just a damn well), you would have known about the transatlantic bomb threat that was to occur on the 16th? (Bush is said to have known about it since last Sun and Blair knew it months in advance it seems)
In a nutshell, a plot to use liquid explosives to bring down about a dozen transatlantic planes that are US-bound was foiled. They would be working in groups of five or so. Upon take off, they would head to the restroom, each carrying the ingredients (stored as a liquid form or insoluble granules in water) and one carrying the detonator (either hidden in an Ipod or a laptop). There, they would hand it to the leader of the cell group and he or she (though it's likelier to be a he) would construct the bomb and then return to his seat prior to bombing up himself alongside the entire plane. [Seriously, to have 4-5 people crowding the loo is sure to raise many eyebrows, won't it?]
Btw, the bomb would have been constructed at a price of about US$35.
While it may trigger imageries of the planes crashing into the twin towers, I do think that the precautions are getting more and more absurd. No liquid-based products, no bottled anything and no electronics. So now you'll only get to have your passport, your wallet and other allowed items on board. I do find it rather morbidly hilarious that people are freaking out about tissue boxes, I do get the mentality; better safe than sorry. Still, this is taking it to a totally different unprecedented level.
Why weren't this precautions taken back in 1995 after another plot to bomb a plane using liquid bombs? Why now?
Another thing that I have an issue with is the non-uniform procedures around the world. It seems that only Canada is imposing a footwear search. No where else is this done. I think that it's better for all the airports around the world to gather and decide what are allowed as carry on and also to discuss the check in procedures. Maybe the government bodies could be involved too?
The second thing I have an issue is the supposed rise in radical Muslims. I'm bloody sick of it. why can't all these idiots who are running around, screaming their heads off like a goddamn turkey just jump down a building or something? I mean it's the same thing ain't it? Suicide I mean.
Firstly, no where in the Quran, Torah nor Bible or any other religious scriptures or text that states that one should kill innocents. No religion encourages its followers to kill their fellow human beings. You can't just pick a quote from the texts and say that you're just following the book. You have to read the entire section of the text and understand the situation when it came about. Furthermore, the Quran clearly states that no women nor children are to be harmed.
Therefore, by bringing down a plane, bombing up a place like a train station and so on thus against the very religion you damn terrorists profess to be upholding? What have you been reading, may I know? Because I assure you, either you don't know how to read or your text is so radically altered, it's no longer a religious text. I wish all you terrorist would stop. It's useless to fight. And for what? Some lost cause that I doubt you even know?
There's more to ending whatever it is that's troubling you than committing grave sins. UI'm sure we're all mature adults. heck, who am I kidding? There are no such things as adults nor grown-ups. Just grown-up kids trapped in an adult body, placed in a mature situation and not having the mental capacity to deal with it rationally.
If you think that the end cause justifies the means, then I can't say much except I urge you to peruse history and realise your errors as you know more about the errors of the past. And realise that history was littered with many acts of stupidity like the Cultural Revolution in Mao's China.
Enough is enough.
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Thursday, August 10, 2006
So today marked the last lessons of my first semester in polytechnic. As much as I want to start reminiscing about it, it's not worth it now. I feel as though things are in a libo now. I'm still progressing; walking down the long corridor that I had found myself in but unsure where it'll lead me. The map in my hand had turned obslete at the last corner, so now I'm in unchartered waters.
Heh. I'm crapping. So to recap, had my first landscape design test. It was relatively ok, though I wished I had studied harder for it. The section elevation of the plan provided was a friggin bitch. On a scale of 1: 100, it was close to making me jump and shout Hurrah nad get sent off to Buangkok Green Medical Centre (don't let the chic name fool ya, it's IMH or better known as Woodbridge, hougang chalet etc)
To those who don't understand how crappy it was, get out your ruler. Now notice the ten itsy bitsy lines between 0 and 1? Now try drawing stairs with it. Thank heavens it's only four raisers.
After that, had a nice conversation with Ms Tek. While I loved the fact that the lecturers try their best to act on our ideas (from having a horticulturist day on Aug 3 to having a HLM gathering), talking about secondary school still opens old wounds that are still festering. It's not that I'm bitter or anything, but rather the what ifs are bloody irritating. I hope to just close the door but the key's broken into two.
So anyways, had breakfast with the guys (I swear, it feels like the old gender differences are never settled). The malay stall in SIM canteen has changed hands. If it's for the better or for the worse, at this point, I'm unsure. Well, look on the bright side, at least they sell kuehs. So i had like 3 kuehs and half an apple for breakfast. I don't know but somehow, I've been feeling fat as of late. Maybe it's my conscience bugging me for eating oily rubbish for lunch for the past few weeks. However, it's same to say that now I'm no longer feeling the pounds so to speak. I feel wonderfully thin. Wait...is it just me or that this section seemed as though it's plucked from some anorexic bitch?
Today, got back the results for ENV test 2. Damn, I scored well. I wonder why some people didn't turn up but hey, attendance wasn't marked so don't worry, no penalisation. Koh said that we were free to leave if we weren't interested, and correct me if I'm worng but most of us actually wanted to. But being the usual kiasu Singaporeans, we didn't. Not to mention it's a goddawful waste of time to wake up at 5 and be in school for like 15 minutes? So stayed to listen to 1.5 hr lecture of flower arrangement. I won't say I learnt a lot but at least I learnt something. Good enough for me.
So now I have a week of studying to do. Don't mind me. Unless something darn interesting pops up in the news or my mundane life, then well don't expect any posts until after the 22. Quite long huh?
Btw, do get down to Ngee Ann CITY to enjoy and marvel at Salvador Dali's works. :)
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Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Ok, so back from watching Yaacob Ibrahim and that has left me fuming. I don't wish to alienate my English readers but please bare again with me for a few lines.
Flu Burung? Landskap? Adakah ini bahasa Melayu kita ataupun Bahasa Inggeris yang di"melayu"kan hanya untuk kemudahan? Cikgu Arif Ahmad, saya menunggu surat Cikgu.
Selsemah Unggas. Suasana. Tidakah ini bahasa kita? Kepada mereka yang bertanggungjawab atas kesilapan besar ini, saya hanya mampu memberi maaf. Akan tetapi, saya risau jikalau pelajar-pelajar muda kita terikut-ikut Bahasa Melayu "moden" ini.
Basically, that was a response to the words used in the Malay version of the rally. I had issues with certain words. It was as though some bugger directly translated the speech without making the necessary adjustments. I find it highly ironic that while I defend the correct usage of the Malay Language, I still am guilty of butchering it up. Well, in speech anyways. It's been a long time since I've even used Malay as a form of communication. And that reminds me...why is it weird to use Standard Malay? (Bahasa baku) The mindset needs a complete revamp- we need to start using Bahasa Baku lest people in the region don't understand us, although I find that hard to believe. Still, use it as it's meant to be used. It's more "correct" so to speak, akin to using Standard English.
Anyways, this year's speech was rather short. I am wetting my pants (figuratively speaking of course) as I await the much anticipated rally.
This year's speech in a nutshell said that we need to adapt to the world around us. Singapore wants the current wars to end. (But it isn't doing anything is it? If those darn terrorists in Indon wants to go, I say, let them. That way Indon will have less trouble on their hands, don't they? Not to mention it'll solve the crisis to a certain extend, considering the talks are at a standstill and not made any progress) If the Doha trade talks fail, then our economy may be affected (prepare for retrencement of the masses ala '97...not so sure) And we need to seperate fact from fiction while on the Internet. (A thinly disguised dig at the buffons who can't detect sarcasm and the lies) And the youths of today need to feel responsible for the nation, to rise and lead. (We need more young PAP members. Join...NOW. Applicable to figureheads only. Cynics and critics and the dumb need not apply)
And have a happy National Day.
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Sorry to burst the bubble, honey. But thing is, according to a recent survey, our youths are far more likely to emigrate. And I intend to follow suit. As much as I like this red stain, I can't help but feel a sense of restrain. Freedom of speech can only go so far here. And society is still as bloody conservative as it was a gazillion years ago. Singapore, it may seem like paradise with its clean and green image but look closer and you'll notice the terribly well hidden signs of a crumbling society.
Heh. Told you I'm terribly cynical today. Must be the reds and whites. Does anyone realise the impact of August 9? It seems somehow sick to celebrate with jubilation when countless of people died and million others suffered the effects of the A-bomb. Still, it's part and parcel of history.
So while we celebrate our nation's separation from Malaya, we should also not forget to remember the innocent Nagasaki people who died. (Well, mostly innocent)
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Ok, so I promised myself that I would stay far far away from the comp for the next two days, or at least until after the ndp parade but blogging is somehow becoming an integral part of my life. (As though my mundane life is so darn interesting)
This will be a bloody long entry so bare with it.
Today, I got back the marks for the practical examination. To say that I did badly would be an understatement. It was sheer luck that I was even able to pass considering the plentitude of mistakes that marred my paper, thus the red ink drizzled all over it. I guess this is my second wake up call huh? If you don't get Life's first call, then pray hard that the next call won't be painful. (And the next and the next...wait...is Life even a being or a state of being? Argh...damn philosophy. Shall comment later. Just proves how starved I am for reading)
Had lunch at SIM Megabytes. I shall from now on avoid the pizza corner. They added extra cheese on my pizza. I totally detest cheese powder on my pizza (weird considering I like the melted cheese). It did affect my appetite to say the least and apologies to those who were affected by my picking of food. heh.
Headed off for the afternoon musical. I laughed when they asked us to sing Stand up for singapore. The double entendre of the song couldn't be more apt. I unwittingly made a joke when I said the song never got me this hard before. (Yes, I've been laughing at the song ever since I realised the hidden meaning behind the song- procreation)
The video interlude was funny. It was nice to note that there were no French message. (Germans have finally gotten one up! Eric and the others don't kill me ja?) However, I find the standard of English used rather disturbing. Why can't people pronounce the words properly with the correct intonations and stresses and things of the sort? Is is that difficult or are they just being bloody sods? I got a huge shock when I saw what appeared to be a very very chuby Alvin on the video. Alvin is of course the guy, ok the nice NP senior who was also in choir, who shot to infamy when he rebutted Ken Lim with his retort, "My friends think I sing like Ronan Keating"
I was expecting a horrible musical, one filled with propaganda like how one loves Singapore etc. I was given a pleasant unexpected treat instead. The musical, though I disagree that it should even be termed a musical...can't find the word now. Back to the show.
The hiphop dance was admittedly delightful to watch. It reminded me of And's drama production...I think it was the SYF one that had a carnival feel to it. (The dolls still make me shudder)
The malay dance needed more training it seems; some were out of steps; most weren't in sync. And the fact that they failed to mention what type of dance it was perplexed me to no end, ultimately making the entire dance throughly unenjoyable.
The intepretative dance made up of all girls lacked the aggressiveness one would associate with rioting. Maybe it's just me but it seemed like the dancers lacked the energy.
It was from then on that the whole thing somehow became a day of nostalgia. Transported back to the era of greasy-haired dudes in leathers and puffy sleeves, I was immersed into a period that was far more desirable compared to today's war-torn days. I SAW THE KING! THE KING LIVES! ALL HAIL ELVIS! (Bwahahaha!) The imposter sang a rather enjoyable rendition of Jailhouse rock. *Bliss*
I was even more elated when the familiar strains of Grease Lightning played. Goodness, I made such a ruckus (And discovered I can no longer scream that high...damn.) I must confess, I was attempted to go on stage and boogie along with the hip and funky lecturers.
Nothing could top that off. Until two Np Idols sang their pleasant rendition of the often overused song, Stand by Me.
Then two others sang this Chinese song whose name eludes me. Something about a flower or something. Still, wasn't as fun as Grease!
And we ended singing once again Stand up for Singapore. (Which I started to hate by the way. Why can't we sing the more touching and more relevant home?)
Headed out and received free ice-creams (perhaps as compensation for a poor goodie bag?) I didn't take up that offer though. (And of course left my design file behind. Thank goodness I got it in the nick of time, though I still missed taking the same bus as the rest. Doesn't matter)
Got back home and sadly, I missed Lee Hsien Loong's National Day speech. Yikes, time for Yaacob Ibrahim. Shall blog about it later. Promise!
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Monday, August 07, 2006
All I can say is argh. I wish to rant and rave but I don't wish to negatively affect any budding friendships. However, I don't know if I'm taking the right step. I guess I can finally understand Z's mentality concerning self-censorship. Damn, I wish I was back in And. I shall write something more soon. I need to go over to my other blog, have fun trying to search for it. I need to release it all. I wish i can just call someone, say bryan. but I don't wish to bother anyone with my opinion.
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Saturday, August 05, 2006
Gawd, what did I get myself into?
I had a workshop today on entreprenuership. My goodness...and I thought Gary was bad...This guy is bad on so many levels! I understand that to be an entreprenuer one needs to have passion, dedication etc. But this guy? He's so enthusiastic, he rubbed me in the wrong sense. He's kind of like the damn cheerleader you hate. The one that actually dislikes the school but is enthu for personal reasons? Yeah.
His goal in life is to have 55 apprentices. WTF right?
Now he aims to have an Entrepreneur Club started in the school. That was my first inkling. When he started getting so hyped up about getting us to create our own game, that was it. Goodness. While I must commend his tremendous "fire in my belly", I say, he needs to get his priorities straight first. He first needs to relearn English.
I mean come on!
ENGLIGHTEN?
DISCIPNE?
SUSCESS?
goodness, the horror! The horror!
(You've got to know, I think that everyone should speak standard english, especially if they're a TOASTMASTER, PRESENTER etc. I do think that it's fine for people to speak Singlish; however, they MUST know how to switch from substandard to standard)
ARgh. So well, now I'm supposed to think of the new game. *rolls eyes*
I think that I shall just ignore his request and concentrate on my studies, particularly with the EOS coming. (Promos are around the corner too I heard)
So to one and all, good luck.
Happy National Day! (Though I find it deeply ironic that as our nation celebrates its independence, our occupier will be commemorating the death of thousands in Nagasaki)
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
Firstly, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO Shiyun! I can't believe I forgot...heh. So paiseh.
Today was a day that ended in dejected sighs of resignations. Let's see...I almost fell down twice on the mrt because I was sleeping standing (or standing sleeping, whichever you prefer). So downright embarassing. Was rather beat for class. HAD to get a Snickers Almond bar to get me high. (If I was naturally high, then it's a different story. Go check mon. Now THAT was high)
I'm redoing my entire section plan again due to well...my lack of artistic vision, essentially a poor eye for details and colours.
Played bridge after lunch (a rather rubbery chicken chop). I guess once you let bimbotism out for a while, she stays huh? I kind of forgot how to play a proper game of bridge. So apologies to Loy, Min Yi (CCTV!) and Gerome. Haha.
However, what made the day worse was essentially two things:
1) Realisation that my vocabulary has somehow shrunk due to lack of usage, which is essentially a proper waste.
2) The practical exam. Sure, we were told to prepare for this about two, three weeks in advance. I guess I only have myself to blame for not studying. I could have passed the test! Now, I'm teethering on the verge of a borderline pass. Which is unacceptable in my books. Seriously, to confuse cocopeat with peatmoss, not knowing what osmocote is until AFTER the test. Worse bit? I totally forgot the units for Amount. *Hides self* So ashamed...
Random fact of the day: Did you know that the S'pore Govt used to impose a rule that for every six trees a landscaper planted, s/he had to plant a fruit tree a couple of decades back? Kind of funky huh?
I have to study harder for all the test now. Toodles.
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Today seemed to be an antithesis of yesterday. I guess life just handed me my ticket to real life say...3 (?) hours ago? Sure, it was disappointing to not get one of the higher marks, a part of me was rather insulted, no...demoralised to say the least when Chitra commented that another guy, Z and I (once he gives the green light to use his name, haha, you'll know who is who) lost interest in the subject. I wish I could correct her but it wasn't in my place to do so. Haiz...seriously, I couldn't get the whole deficiency sympthoms; they all seemed the same to me! I guess I just have to work harder huh?
Still, the marks I had made me felt more like a joke. I know the feeling's not new but somehow, it felt magnified a couple of times more this time round. I'm gonna freak out soon because of the impending doom I'm headed for.
It's like the O's all over again. ARGH.
I guess Life's just started with the lemon-throwing huh? I wonder when the rotten tomatoes will be thrown. *sic*
Yesterday's GA was a true heart stopper. I LOVE it. I almost shrieked everytime there was a close call. But the ending literally blew me away. I was speechless.
I wonder if bomb squad members have families of their own...I wonder how they'd feel knowing that because of two goddamn assholes, they lost a best friend, a partner, a father, a brother, etc.
I just feel so down now. I think tomorrow I shall head out to the cinema to catch the lake house after I'm done with my LDS. Maybe that will cheer me up.
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