I've stayed up till this late, waiting in anticipation to find out my class next year... but school's decided to release it later in the morning at 9am. !#$%^
It's not going to be a very good start to the year because I'm missing my long pants. I haven't bought them yet! ohmygawd!
I tried checking my Gmail account... and it worked! (I've just seen the publicity video for the upcoming Reflections & Retreat. It was. Surreal. Very Surreal. Haha)
And Esther... Seth Cohen isn't cute!
Seth Cohen = Not so cute = not so worthy
(smug.)
Anyway she's really happy that she got into SOTA. Along with 3 other schoolmates. Isn't that cool? It could have been like, oh I dunno, me getting into IP with my closest schoolmates? (Only difference is that I don't think I want to get into IP afterall. But gah. My sister's not gonna sit for the Os. Just the IB. Crumbs.)
I'm going shopping with my sister tomorrow! (actually today) There's this shop in Far East that stocks Threadless Tees. I'm so gonna need those. Then I'll get this sweater I saw at Matinique that's very emo, with all the black and red stripes.
You know... I dreamt I had an older brother. And he loved heavy metal so we didn't get along. I wonder how it feels like to have an older sibling. Or older siblings. I'd rather have an older brother because older sisters and little brothers rarely get along. And I can pick out the people who have older siblings because they sometimes think like 5 years ahead of their mental capabilities, and their dress sense is slightly better. Slightly.
It's gonna be my Grannie's, Leonard's, Judith's and my birthday in a weeks' time! Yay!
Get something for me. I think I'll do a wishlist. As a guide for those who have no clue about what to get me =D
1) Topman Gift Card
2) Havaianas
3) an iPod (that one I'll leave to my parents)
4) handmade, homebaked cookies/chocolates/pavlova
5) a modest, presentable, professional looking school bag ie. that calfskin one
6) socks that I could wear to school *that aren't the 3 for $5 kinds*
7) Clarinet reeds (size 3 Rico Grand Concert)
8) A piano. Or, at least a keyboard that has a full piano on it, because I'm sick of playing songs only to realize that I don't have that note because it's beyond the 4 octaves that I have. And, my keyboard's older than me and it's still half-working only because it's Yamaha and was hardly used during the 1989-1996 period.
9) The new Camera Obscura CD (available at HMV for $19.95 :) )
10) A new Bible, or a Bible protecter/case/cover
(And for sympathy and self-pity:)
My birthday falls during the period when everyone is still recovering from an overdose of Festive Joy, so poor us, we're all forgotten anyway. And everyone's too busy in the rush to complete their holiday homework/make new friends in class/prepare for Chinese New Year to care. Happens every year, ah well, I've grown used to it already.
And Elizabeth's op falls during that period too! That's just... 6 days away! whoa.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
What I want for Christmas... Really
1. 2 years' Blackbook subscription
2. Cyber-shot® DSC-N2 Digital Camera
3. Sony Ericsson Cybershot k800i
4. Vertu Ascent
5. Havaianas Men's Wardrobe Bag
6. 7 For All Mankind jeans
7. Alexander McQueen Puma Sneakers
8. Warhol Factory X Levi's stuff
9. Tod's Messenger Bag in Calfskin
10. Daler-Rowney System 3D Acrylics
2. Cyber-shot® DSC-N2 Digital Camera
3. Sony Ericsson Cybershot k800i
4. Vertu Ascent
5. Havaianas Men's Wardrobe Bag
6. 7 For All Mankind jeans
7. Alexander McQueen Puma Sneakers
8. Warhol Factory X Levi's stuff
9. Tod's Messenger Bag in Calfskin
10. Daler-Rowney System 3D Acrylics
It's Christmas!
Wellll.... I hate it when I run out of Christmas cards. Because I didn't get to write to everyone that I wanted to write to and it makes me more selective of the people that I decided to write to... which is still much more than the number of cards I could use. (and the extra cards I used as a last resort were older than me, anyway. So vintage huh.)
And then I had another relapse of my flu after several Christmas lunches. !@#$%
I didn't receive any actual presents this year, apart from the bars of chocolate that my grandparents gave me. Oh well, the $95 I collected should be enough to reimburse me for my Christmas shopping expenditure. Looks like I have a childhood that ended prematurely, gah. (I mean, what do most people my age do during Christmas? They go around wishing people Merry Christmas and then assume that he/she/it will receive a present, tsk tsk.)
Anyway I'm super worried for next year. Like, really, morbidly worried. I think I'll probably be requested to drop some activities/posts by a teacher, and then I'll take the emotional highground saying that I just can't, and then I'll sit for my exams and then I'll get an L1R5 of probably 40+ (now that is really scary) and then I'll get a nervous breakdown and quit everything. I'm clairvoyant... cool. Either that, or I'll probably barely scrape through.
Alright I've just ruined Christmas for myself by momentarily thinking about the future.
And then I had another relapse of my flu after several Christmas lunches. !@#$%
I didn't receive any actual presents this year, apart from the bars of chocolate that my grandparents gave me. Oh well, the $95 I collected should be enough to reimburse me for my Christmas shopping expenditure. Looks like I have a childhood that ended prematurely, gah. (I mean, what do most people my age do during Christmas? They go around wishing people Merry Christmas and then assume that he/she/it will receive a present, tsk tsk.)
Anyway I'm super worried for next year. Like, really, morbidly worried. I think I'll probably be requested to drop some activities/posts by a teacher, and then I'll take the emotional highground saying that I just can't, and then I'll sit for my exams and then I'll get an L1R5 of probably 40+ (now that is really scary) and then I'll get a nervous breakdown and quit everything. I'm clairvoyant... cool. Either that, or I'll probably barely scrape through.
Alright I've just ruined Christmas for myself by momentarily thinking about the future.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
5 days to Christmas
Things to do:
1) Complete homework
2) Blog about camp
3) Buy gifts
4) Write Christmas cards
5) Order pizza for Christmas party
6) Get well soon! Argh!
So I'm having a runny nose and wearing my other sweater, which is less comfortable, because the favourite one is in the wash (or supposed to be after the lack of sun for drying these few days) and I think I have a temperature too. It started with a headache that nearly knocked me out after debate yesterday (while groping my way in the darkness along the school staircases) and then I woke up sniffing with reddish eyes and an equally red nose. And I have 5 days to recover in time to devour all that Christmas Goodness. Be sympathetic.
My companions shall be Satie and The Decemberists and in my dreams I'll once again remember a perfectly starry night sky. I'll hear guitar strumming and the slight drizzle, I'll smell lavender and tea tree, I'll speak oddly with surreal gobbledeegook, all because I have a headache and visions of metal blades for tongue scrapers and separation anxiety torment my sleep.
And my sanity is at stake too, argh
1) Complete homework
2) Blog about camp
3) Buy gifts
4) Write Christmas cards
5) Order pizza for Christmas party
6) Get well soon! Argh!
So I'm having a runny nose and wearing my other sweater, which is less comfortable, because the favourite one is in the wash (or supposed to be after the lack of sun for drying these few days) and I think I have a temperature too. It started with a headache that nearly knocked me out after debate yesterday (while groping my way in the darkness along the school staircases) and then I woke up sniffing with reddish eyes and an equally red nose. And I have 5 days to recover in time to devour all that Christmas Goodness. Be sympathetic.
My companions shall be Satie and The Decemberists and in my dreams I'll once again remember a perfectly starry night sky. I'll hear guitar strumming and the slight drizzle, I'll smell lavender and tea tree, I'll speak oddly with surreal gobbledeegook, all because I have a headache and visions of metal blades for tongue scrapers and separation anxiety torment my sleep.
And my sanity is at stake too, argh
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Cryptic speech, cookie heart, small rant
A year ago, I would have been swearing and devoting my life on the spur of the moment to the extermination of them. But despite (or perhaps due to) their grating manner of expressing themselves in manner of melodrama, I find that it is perhaps annoyances like these that inject flavour into the casserole of life (what sort of flavour, I really don't know).
Perhaps I'll grow to become of tolerant of them. Or even behave like them. Shudder. I don't want to end every freaking sentence that that I type with a 'ya?' in some attempt to make it sound less offensive than it already is. Or break into frantic babble eg. "omigawd, girl, I haven see you in like, 7 minutes!" before they start hugging. Or start up some sort of Reverse Soup Kitchen where the poorer, older one has to treat a meal at an overly hyped up eatery. As if pricier = yummier (although in most cases, pricier = another conned teenager, another penny(s) earned, muhaha).
But most of the time they're lovable anyway.
However, the thing that will never be lovable would be to give up a pet for the sake of interior design. (And in my context, pretty bad interior design involving beech Ikea furniture. I mean, I'd never thought they could produce such a gaudy design for a cupboard door, cringe.) Because just like how Imelda Marcos has her shoes, my family has our books. The only safe walls that haven't been covered with hoards of shelving are the kitchen and toilets. And the area above where the chinchillas stay too. So you know, yada yada, the usual crap that people give when they think they're all too big and human-y and sentient to allow room in their lives for cute furry things that give you unconditional love (after feeding them with raisins and apples.)
And my sister and I have finally finished watching Tim Burton's Edward Scissorhands after several interruptions to have dinner, wash the dishes and fix my dad's videocam woes (technology hasn't been kind to the older folk). The movie was so so good! We kinda cried at the end because snow is so evocative and romantic, etc. etc. But I never cry during movies. Anyway, I really do love Tim Burton's films, because they ain't cheesy and overtly reeking of Christmas and Festive Joy.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm born in the wrong decade.
Perhaps I'll grow to become of tolerant of them. Or even behave like them. Shudder. I don't want to end every freaking sentence that that I type with a 'ya?' in some attempt to make it sound less offensive than it already is. Or break into frantic babble eg. "omigawd, girl, I haven see you in like, 7 minutes!" before they start hugging. Or start up some sort of Reverse Soup Kitchen where the poorer, older one has to treat a meal at an overly hyped up eatery. As if pricier = yummier (although in most cases, pricier = another conned teenager, another penny(s) earned, muhaha).
But most of the time they're lovable anyway.
However, the thing that will never be lovable would be to give up a pet for the sake of interior design. (And in my context, pretty bad interior design involving beech Ikea furniture. I mean, I'd never thought they could produce such a gaudy design for a cupboard door, cringe.) Because just like how Imelda Marcos has her shoes, my family has our books. The only safe walls that haven't been covered with hoards of shelving are the kitchen and toilets. And the area above where the chinchillas stay too. So you know, yada yada, the usual crap that people give when they think they're all too big and human-y and sentient to allow room in their lives for cute furry things that give you unconditional love (after feeding them with raisins and apples.)
And my sister and I have finally finished watching Tim Burton's Edward Scissorhands after several interruptions to have dinner, wash the dishes and fix my dad's videocam woes (technology hasn't been kind to the older folk). The movie was so so good! We kinda cried at the end because snow is so evocative and romantic, etc. etc. But I never cry during movies. Anyway, I really do love Tim Burton's films, because they ain't cheesy and overtly reeking of Christmas and Festive Joy.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm born in the wrong decade.
Monday, December 04, 2006
I wish I lived in Paris...
... because look at all the desserts!
(I'm starting to sound lame, whatever.)
Darn page's in French and I don't know how to switch it to English so I'll have to make do with looking at the pretty macaroons and eclairs.
Which (somewhat) reminds me of the disaster-dinner I cooked yesterday. Which was supposed to be a New Orleans style gumbo chicken stew but my family didn't know what gumbo was or whether we should eat it with a spoon or with chopsticks like a porridge. But it was nice, anyway.
However, stupidly enough, I tried making a stacked salad with olives and avocado but didn't press down on it hard enough for it to mould into the shape I wanted and my mum thought it looked very lo hei, with the purple cabbage and stuff.
And after reading too many food blogs I've rather subconsciously imposed expectations on my dinner later, followed by the Three concert at the esplanade!
By the way, My Big Fat Greek Wedding's a really good movie. It's free of those cheesy Hollywood scripting that I've had enough of after watching My Super Ex Girlfriend and their, well, lame, connotations. And it's not art housey enough to impose ideas by way of melodramatic lighting and sad, provocative endings that often leave one disturbed and without anymore faith in humanity. After Pride and Prejudice and MBFGW, I'm starting to find hope in 21st century cinema again! Yay!
(I'm starting to sound lame, whatever.)
Darn page's in French and I don't know how to switch it to English so I'll have to make do with looking at the pretty macaroons and eclairs.
Which (somewhat) reminds me of the disaster-dinner I cooked yesterday. Which was supposed to be a New Orleans style gumbo chicken stew but my family didn't know what gumbo was or whether we should eat it with a spoon or with chopsticks like a porridge. But it was nice, anyway.
However, stupidly enough, I tried making a stacked salad with olives and avocado but didn't press down on it hard enough for it to mould into the shape I wanted and my mum thought it looked very lo hei, with the purple cabbage and stuff.
And after reading too many food blogs I've rather subconsciously imposed expectations on my dinner later, followed by the Three concert at the esplanade!
By the way, My Big Fat Greek Wedding's a really good movie. It's free of those cheesy Hollywood scripting that I've had enough of after watching My Super Ex Girlfriend and their, well, lame, connotations. And it's not art housey enough to impose ideas by way of melodramatic lighting and sad, provocative endings that often leave one disturbed and without anymore faith in humanity. After Pride and Prejudice and MBFGW, I'm starting to find hope in 21st century cinema again! Yay!
Friday, December 01, 2006
Meme
Well... My sister tagged me. And I share most of her answers anyway, so it was just a matter of copy paste edit edit.
Name: Samuel
Nicknames: Samuel
Name spelled backwards: Leumas
Name without consonants: aue
Birthday: 5th January
Ethnicity: Chinese/Peranakan
Glasses or contacts: glasses
Hair color: black
Hair length: boy
Hair style: boring, layered for the sake of layering
Pets: Zsazsa, Pip & Mochi! =D
La Favourites
Animal: Cats & Chinchillas
Band: Beulah, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Belle & Sebastian
Brand: Ben Sherman, Topman and I don't mind Hollister (hint)
Brand name for shops: (huh?) like Candy Empire ah? Ohhh got alot alot one!
Candy: Chocolates!
Cereal: I don't mind rice puffs
Colour: grey, brown, maroon
Cookie: chocolate chip, peanut butter, fudge, white chocolate
Day: Friday
Disney character: Eeyore
Drink: Iced Peach Tea, Caramel Frappuccino, Chai Tea Latte
Fast food place: Carl's Junior
Food: Japanese when I'm hungry, French when I'm not
Holiday: Christmas (that's the only one I can tolerate)
Ice cream flavor: Cookie Dough, Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby, Haagen Daz's Strawberry Cheesecake— all doused with Bailey's. Mmm.
Month: December
Number: pi
Perfume: I don't know... Allure Homme?
Pie flavor: Chocolate. But a hearty meat pie would do.
Pizza topping: Triple Cheese.
Restaurant: NYDC, New York New York, and hoity toity Les Amis though I've only seen their food plating.
Subject in school: Literature, Certain Algebra Componants
Type of music: Indie
Type of sandwich: Avocado
All Of Your Friends
The best advisor: Elizabeth Chan/Minghui
The best hair: Although there's no such thing as perfect hair I'll reward Shao Jie for effort
The best handwriting: Samuel/My brother.
The dirtiest mind: Shao Jie/Andrea
The funniest: Hazel/Eve/Lucas
The loudest: Stuart
The prettiest: Any self-respecting girl (faggots not considered la =P)
The most trusting: Ruimin/Christine
The nicest eyes: Me/My sister
The shortest: Heh.
The smartest: Zizhao (who is so all rounded), Jialin (1st in level eh),
The tallest: Elgin/Yao Ming
Haver You Ever
Asked out a crush (ed alumnium can): nope.
Been on stage: yep
Been scared to get a shot: Needles aren't that scary
Cheated on a test: Yes
Cried during a movie: No
Felt like you didn't belong: Yes
Fought a black belt: nope
Gone to camp: I hate camps
Kept a New Year's resolution: Yes
Kept a secret from everyone: Yes
Pushed all the buttons on an elevator: Yes
Stolen something: No
Told a guy you liked him: Yurk no way.
Won a trophy: Yes
Written a love poem: No
La Last
CD listened: Yo La Tengo's Prisoners of Love
Movie watched: Moulin Rouge
Person that's called you: My mum
Person who saw you cry: No one
Person you went to the mall with: My mum
Song listened to: If We Can Land A Man On The Moon, Surely I Can Win Your Heart – Beulah
Thing you ate: fried rice
Thing you drank: Water
Yes Or No
Growing up scares me more than it should: yes
I adore getting mail: yes, mostly.
If at first you don't succeed, do you try again: yes
La Others
If you could describe yourself in three words: I don't know
Is your computer in your room: bedroom? no. Study room? yes.
What are some of your favorite junk foods: pizza, seaweed tempura, cup noodles, and I'm a sucker for deli crisps and their exotic flavours
What color are your bedroom walls: white, sadly.
What do you do when you're bored: Cook/Microwave random stuff/draw/sleep
What makes you happy: Knowing that everything in this world is created for a purpose/Apple stuff/A1s/Cats/Chinchillas/
What makes you sad: this corrupted world.
What's your favorite thing to do on the weekends: sleep in.
Worst feeling in the world:envy.
--
My teacher once said that
her locker number is eleven.
Never in my life have I regretted
treasuring life
The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile
Homer Simpson
When I'm nervous
I talk in non sequiturs
The last time I laughed was
The SL intensive camp last month. Hahahaha just kidding
Hair is
black. dry. undesirable.
My feet
were once extremely cracked and dry during a bad bout of ezcema when I was P5.
Last Christmas I
went to church, went to Aunty Magdelene's House, like all other Christmases.
When I turn my head left
I see my sister
When I turn my head right
I crack my neck
When I look down
Space bar
The craziest recent event
Grad night!
By this time next year
I would have already been 365 days older.
I have a hard time understanding
quantum physics and Einstein's Theory of Relativity
One time at a family gathering
we had lunch, and then discussed my grand aunt's burial. LOL!
You know I like-like you if
you were nice to me.
If I won an award, the first person I'll thank is
GOD.
Triangles are
part of the title of a song composed by Toru Takemitsu, "A Song of Circles and Triangles"
My ideal breakfast is
crab mayo sandwich on the seaside with the ones I cherish.
If you make me really happy
I'll be like, way happy?
Where do you plan to visit anytime soon
Cuba
Boys are
immature, misunderstood, so stop complaining already.
I'd stop my wedding if
someone died
The world could do
with some love, and a sense of security
I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than
go to hell.
Most recent thing you've bought yourself
Sushi
Most recent thing someone else bought you
Lunch
My least favourite time of the day
Very early morning 3 hours before the sun rises
The last time I was high
thinking about my ideal breakfast
The last person I talked to
Sister
I shouldn't
keep on worrying
Last night I went
home after debate
There's this girl I know
who really loves indie and listens to screamo as a lullabye
I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy
that they've made my day alot easier
I'm listening to
Thursday by Asobi Seksu
I last ate
fried rice.
My bedsheet is
something that I'm totally oblivious to.
I smell
citrusy things
On my table
are too many things!
My full name is
Samuel Lee Wan Heng
The next 4 people who are gonna do this quiz are
The 4 people who bother reading till the end of this quiz. You've made my day alot easier :)
Name: Samuel
Nicknames: Samuel
Name spelled backwards: Leumas
Name without consonants: aue
Birthday: 5th January
Ethnicity: Chinese/Peranakan
Glasses or contacts: glasses
Hair color: black
Hair length: boy
Hair style: boring, layered for the sake of layering
Pets: Zsazsa, Pip & Mochi! =D
La Favourites
Animal: Cats & Chinchillas
Band: Beulah, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Belle & Sebastian
Brand: Ben Sherman, Topman and I don't mind Hollister (hint)
Brand name for shops: (huh?) like Candy Empire ah? Ohhh got alot alot one!
Candy: Chocolates!
Cereal: I don't mind rice puffs
Colour: grey, brown, maroon
Cookie: chocolate chip, peanut butter, fudge, white chocolate
Day: Friday
Disney character: Eeyore
Drink: Iced Peach Tea, Caramel Frappuccino, Chai Tea Latte
Fast food place: Carl's Junior
Food: Japanese when I'm hungry, French when I'm not
Holiday: Christmas (that's the only one I can tolerate)
Ice cream flavor: Cookie Dough, Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby, Haagen Daz's Strawberry Cheesecake— all doused with Bailey's. Mmm.
Month: December
Number: pi
Perfume: I don't know... Allure Homme?
Pie flavor: Chocolate. But a hearty meat pie would do.
Pizza topping: Triple Cheese.
Restaurant: NYDC, New York New York, and hoity toity Les Amis though I've only seen their food plating.
Subject in school: Literature, Certain Algebra Componants
Type of music: Indie
Type of sandwich: Avocado
All Of Your Friends
The best advisor: Elizabeth Chan/Minghui
The best hair: Although there's no such thing as perfect hair I'll reward Shao Jie for effort
The best handwriting: Samuel/My brother.
The dirtiest mind: Shao Jie/Andrea
The funniest: Hazel/Eve/Lucas
The loudest: Stuart
The prettiest: Any self-respecting girl (faggots not considered la =P)
The most trusting: Ruimin/Christine
The nicest eyes: Me/My sister
The shortest: Heh.
The smartest: Zizhao (who is so all rounded), Jialin (1st in level eh),
The tallest: Elgin/Yao Ming
Haver You Ever
Asked out a crush (ed alumnium can): nope.
Been on stage: yep
Been scared to get a shot: Needles aren't that scary
Cheated on a test: Yes
Cried during a movie: No
Felt like you didn't belong: Yes
Fought a black belt: nope
Gone to camp: I hate camps
Kept a New Year's resolution: Yes
Kept a secret from everyone: Yes
Pushed all the buttons on an elevator: Yes
Stolen something: No
Told a guy you liked him: Yurk no way.
Won a trophy: Yes
Written a love poem: No
La Last
CD listened: Yo La Tengo's Prisoners of Love
Movie watched: Moulin Rouge
Person that's called you: My mum
Person who saw you cry: No one
Person you went to the mall with: My mum
Song listened to: If We Can Land A Man On The Moon, Surely I Can Win Your Heart – Beulah
Thing you ate: fried rice
Thing you drank: Water
Yes Or No
Growing up scares me more than it should: yes
I adore getting mail: yes, mostly.
If at first you don't succeed, do you try again: yes
La Others
If you could describe yourself in three words: I don't know
Is your computer in your room: bedroom? no. Study room? yes.
What are some of your favorite junk foods: pizza, seaweed tempura, cup noodles, and I'm a sucker for deli crisps and their exotic flavours
What color are your bedroom walls: white, sadly.
What do you do when you're bored: Cook/Microwave random stuff/draw/sleep
What makes you happy: Knowing that everything in this world is created for a purpose/Apple stuff/A1s/Cats/Chinchillas/
What makes you sad: this corrupted world.
What's your favorite thing to do on the weekends: sleep in.
Worst feeling in the world:envy.
--
My teacher once said that
her locker number is eleven.
Never in my life have I regretted
treasuring life
The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile
Homer Simpson
When I'm nervous
I talk in non sequiturs
The last time I laughed was
The SL intensive camp last month. Hahahaha just kidding
Hair is
black. dry. undesirable.
My feet
were once extremely cracked and dry during a bad bout of ezcema when I was P5.
Last Christmas I
went to church, went to Aunty Magdelene's House, like all other Christmases.
When I turn my head left
I see my sister
When I turn my head right
I crack my neck
When I look down
Space bar
The craziest recent event
Grad night!
By this time next year
I would have already been 365 days older.
I have a hard time understanding
quantum physics and Einstein's Theory of Relativity
One time at a family gathering
we had lunch, and then discussed my grand aunt's burial. LOL!
You know I like-like you if
you were nice to me.
If I won an award, the first person I'll thank is
GOD.
Triangles are
part of the title of a song composed by Toru Takemitsu, "A Song of Circles and Triangles"
My ideal breakfast is
crab mayo sandwich on the seaside with the ones I cherish.
If you make me really happy
I'll be like, way happy?
Where do you plan to visit anytime soon
Cuba
Boys are
immature, misunderstood, so stop complaining already.
I'd stop my wedding if
someone died
The world could do
with some love, and a sense of security
I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than
go to hell.
Most recent thing you've bought yourself
Sushi
Most recent thing someone else bought you
Lunch
My least favourite time of the day
Very early morning 3 hours before the sun rises
The last time I was high
thinking about my ideal breakfast
The last person I talked to
Sister
I shouldn't
keep on worrying
Last night I went
home after debate
There's this girl I know
who really loves indie and listens to screamo as a lullabye
I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy
that they've made my day alot easier
I'm listening to
Thursday by Asobi Seksu
I last ate
fried rice.
My bedsheet is
something that I'm totally oblivious to.
I smell
citrusy things
On my table
are too many things!
My full name is
Samuel Lee Wan Heng
The next 4 people who are gonna do this quiz are
The 4 people who bother reading till the end of this quiz. You've made my day alot easier :)
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Satie's Gymnopedie no 1
I think contemporary dance is pretty cool. The movements seem so intuitive and fluid, yet complex and emotional. Cool.
Monday, November 27, 2006
But I don't know whether I'm sick
Dry eyes... headache... ugh.
Banana Phone is a very cute flash cartoon.
My week is made up of the entire season 1 of One Tree Hill, Moulin Rouge, My Big Fat Greek Wedding and music that I like listening to but can't play. Grr!
An article about Periodic Male Tension.
Banana Phone is a very cute flash cartoon.
My week is made up of the entire season 1 of One Tree Hill, Moulin Rouge, My Big Fat Greek Wedding and music that I like listening to but can't play. Grr!
An article about Periodic Male Tension.
Graduation Night
The tables are all set...
... the banners are finally up and ready...
... and the lights shine brightly for you tonight.
Months of planning have paid off, our imaginations materialized. The food was alright, the program was smooth enough (for a dinner, we were only about 30 minutes behind schedule). I took a cab home and reached safely. And to think it was only last year when I wondered how it felt to see seniors graduate. Not as sudden as death, but as inevitable and vacuous.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
stupid stupid stupid!
I'm have to be at 2 places at the same time tomorrow. I'll have to rip myself apart into 2. And then perhaps I'll become a martyr for the rest of the students who feel like me and henceforth bring greater understanding between students and teachers. Or I also could also go for one activity and anger the other people in charge of the other activity. Either way I lose. I need some time machine of sorts and then I can truly feel more at peace with things.
God, I know you're in control. Help me.
I'm have to be at 2 places at the same time tomorrow. I'll have to rip myself apart into 2. And then perhaps I'll become a martyr for the rest of the students who feel like me and henceforth bring greater understanding between students and teachers. Or I also could also go for one activity and anger the other people in charge of the other activity. Either way I lose. I need some time machine of sorts and then I can truly feel more at peace with things.
God, I know you're in control. Help me.
Shower addicts, mosquito bites, teriyaki boyz, and PSLE trauma
I'm back from the P6 Camp!
First and foremost, this was my first time leading a group in a camp like that, with primary school kids calling you 'cher cher' which I eventually found exasperating, and to have to listen to every single random thought that they would like to share with you. I mean, I've passed the age of fascination for repetitive monosyllables ('ba-na-na', 'pa-pa-ya', 'ah-ha-ha-ha') and deliberately slapping on slander in front of an annoying kid who happened to accidently let an insensitive remark slip through. I've stopped spending every bit of my time in front of a screen, and I actually can sit still for half and hour.
But that's being shallow and self-centred. Because amidst the pain (and loss of blood from my 42 mosquito bites) and the frustration (and shock) of having to shush loud people up, of having to get them to stay at one place and prevent dispersal, of having to deal with their insensitivity (are all P6 guys so dense and recalcitrant? eg. my sister's classmates), I realize that I was one of them when I was young too. Small, skinny/fat, myopic both optically and mentally, and probably whiney. The thought horrifies. However, I also realize that kids have an infectious personality. (well, most of it has its charm in one way of another) And I've grown to love their incessant babbling and high-pitched squeals, or the cheeky grin on their faces when they do something really wrong and win you back with their childish ways that you wished you still saw everyday. (girls usually grow up much much much faster at 12. which can explain my sister and her indie-emo-screamo obsession and slight animosity towards anything eastern, including anime. 'but sushi's OKay') Sometimes they may frustrate, but they're lovable lil guys anyway.
And I've made many new friends too! There's John, who took many many many showers in 3 days and found the scent of my body wash quite fascinating, and there's Jun1 and Jun2 who shared the same names as many other children in Singapore :P, Leonard and his Teriyaki Boyz song in his phone that's stuck in my head now, Ali and his funky hair and Ee Meng the really really chubby guy who looks like chicken little. (and wears his chicken little sleeveless top too.)
So yes. I've learnt alot, and I don't really mind the 42 mosquito bites anymore.
And now to survive Grad Night tomorrow! I hope it works out great for everyone. (and hopefully i'll be able to get transport home)
Thursday, November 16, 2006
All your stupidity are belong to us
Quite happy: got into 1A3 stream. Life of megaloads of homework, here I come!
On a sidenote, I have come across a blog aptly named AdVerbatims. (it sounds like a brand of aspirin eh?) and I can totally relate. And I have tons too, eg. "Can you make your design less 'red'?" (and at that point I was rolling my eyes because apparently a million colours smooshed into a T-shirt is better than one. And apparently I wasn't caught up in the I Want To Wear My Blogskin faze. And apparently the people preferred something black and jersey-like, ya know, cuz it's like so w@y k0oL worxx. But it wasn't such an annoying situation.) and the less subtle "I like the colour, but I never said I liked your design" which was, I thought, an interesting statement. Quite interesting.
And what is it about babies? I only find them cute when they are sleeping; I can't stand the sound of a baby wailing. Even when I was a baby I might have hated being one too, because I was trying to will myself to grow up faster. I believe in keeping babies safely stowed at home, instead of exposing them outside to a world where materialism, consumerism, and strange people with the long fringes, gold hair and multiple ear piercings lurch about with hunched shoulders and acne on their faces.
(ok. something happened on my way home from Vivocity which sparked once-more, an old animosity towards babies.)
On a sidenote, I have come across a blog aptly named AdVerbatims. (it sounds like a brand of aspirin eh?) and I can totally relate. And I have tons too, eg. "Can you make your design less 'red'?" (and at that point I was rolling my eyes because apparently a million colours smooshed into a T-shirt is better than one. And apparently I wasn't caught up in the I Want To Wear My Blogskin faze. And apparently the people preferred something black and jersey-like, ya know, cuz it's like so w@y k0oL worxx. But it wasn't such an annoying situation.) and the less subtle "I like the colour, but I never said I liked your design" which was, I thought, an interesting statement. Quite interesting.
And what is it about babies? I only find them cute when they are sleeping; I can't stand the sound of a baby wailing. Even when I was a baby I might have hated being one too, because I was trying to will myself to grow up faster. I believe in keeping babies safely stowed at home, instead of exposing them outside to a world where materialism, consumerism, and strange people with the long fringes, gold hair and multiple ear piercings lurch about with hunched shoulders and acne on their faces.
(ok. something happened on my way home from Vivocity which sparked once-more, an old animosity towards babies.)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
urgh
It was a bad day today.
(i) I woke up late; had to go for the meeting 30 minutes behind time.
(ii) Went to J8, was immediately bombarded by other teenagers trying to make a quick buck by getting people to donate for a 'charitable cause'. I'm not sure 'charitable' referred to the organization they were touting for. Lost $5 dollars in the process.
(iii) Bought chicken from Shihlin. They cleverly refried a burnt piece and paraded it as freshly made with freshly fried batter.
(iv) Was crossing road (with traffic lights). Nearly hit by maroon Mercedes (which I found quite attractive actually). Oh why didn't it actually hit me harder? It might have made me happier. But anyway.
(v) Went home, it started to rain.
(vi) Read newspaper. Oh... fuck, the gahmen has done it again. Stupid 7% GST. Clever diplomacy and model use of nonspeak by PM Lee.
(vii) No one will laugh with me when I watch Spongbob Squarepants :(
Spheres and helium by *kisskornel on deviantART
I want to live by the lake and release balloons periodically to celebrate the passing of time.
Just kidding
(i) I woke up late; had to go for the meeting 30 minutes behind time.
(ii) Went to J8, was immediately bombarded by other teenagers trying to make a quick buck by getting people to donate for a 'charitable cause'. I'm not sure 'charitable' referred to the organization they were touting for. Lost $5 dollars in the process.
(iii) Bought chicken from Shihlin. They cleverly refried a burnt piece and paraded it as freshly made with freshly fried batter.
(iv) Was crossing road (with traffic lights). Nearly hit by maroon Mercedes (which I found quite attractive actually). Oh why didn't it actually hit me harder? It might have made me happier. But anyway.
(v) Went home, it started to rain.
(vi) Read newspaper. Oh... fuck, the gahmen has done it again. Stupid 7% GST. Clever diplomacy and model use of nonspeak by PM Lee.
(vii) No one will laugh with me when I watch Spongbob Squarepants :(
Spheres and helium by *kisskornel on deviantART
I want to live by the lake and release balloons periodically to celebrate the passing of time.
Just kidding
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Chalet!
Also, I have just arrived home from my class chalet. Same place as last year, only in a different unit that was much further from the pool than before. Hmphf.
The Movie
I arrived on the second night with shaojie, and together with andrea, we watched The Guardian (which was very touching and quite meaningful) at GV Tampines. I had an NY hotdog and Long John Silvers' Meal A. (the one where everything on the plate looks the same, it's only a question of the microportions of fish of chicken or potato that they serve. But they still taste like flour and salt, anyway.)
The movie we watched was roughly about the US Coast Guards and it was sad. But inspiring, despite rather mediocre less art-house-y cinematography. The movie was long! And so we ended at 12 am and had to catch a cab back to the chalet.
The Barbeque
I think we should have set up the grill much earlier beforehand! We ended up starting to cook at around 7.40 after a frustrating round of trying to stack charcoal and handle stubborn fire-starters.
Yeah and we managed to get the fire ready after a while—
and could barbeque our food. I loved the satay. I have always loved satay.
We took lots and lots of photos after that. All our three form teachers came! Miss Ong (our very first sec 1 form teacher), Miss Kuck and Ms Lim! I'll have to bug my other classmates for the class photos we took with them. So we were trigger happy most of the time and my eyes and limbs still hurt from looking at the flashes everywhere and having to strike some 'natural' pose when one thinks one is in the picture. How strenuous!
I took photos of people taking photos. Har-har.
The Movie Marathon
Ours was on-the-spur, because we started out watching House Of Wax (while I and some people were hitting each other while playing that I've-got-peace-like-a-river game which is not for a chi dun soul like me.) and then we got interested so everyone gathered in front of the telly and screamed at a gruesome parts (that were real gruesome) (but it was fun to see Paris Hilton's head being impaled by a rod. Ok. Must stop evil thoughts.)
After that, we watched The Park (that was in Cantonese i think). I'll never look at theme parks the same way again. But it wasn't that scary as I thought it would be, and the ending when everyone's photos were taken to 'help spirits to reincarnate' looked like a cheesy National Day video.
And I've finally watched Click! Hollywood is getting so vulgar and tasteless in comedy nowadays, it seems. Good thing Click could pull it off without annoying me. But I thought Morty (or was it Marty?) had a creepy face and when he said he was the Angel of Death I felt very scared, for a funny reason.
I loved Dark Water. It was very psychological and confusing at first, but once everything becomes clear you start to feel really awfully terrified. I think the part that sent the most chills and goosebumps was when Dahlia was alone reading to her daughter Ceci after her bath (wearing a sinister hooded sweater), or so she thought, when she suddenly heard the bathtub tap turn on and realized that Ceci was bathing and the girl with the hooded sweater wasn't her daughter. That feeling of sudden realization and dread.
I forgot what the titles of the other shows were because I was slowly switching off but I woke up to find a woman shouting on the television. heh.
The Movie
I arrived on the second night with shaojie, and together with andrea, we watched The Guardian (which was very touching and quite meaningful) at GV Tampines. I had an NY hotdog and Long John Silvers' Meal A. (the one where everything on the plate looks the same, it's only a question of the microportions of fish of chicken or potato that they serve. But they still taste like flour and salt, anyway.)
The movie we watched was roughly about the US Coast Guards and it was sad. But inspiring, despite rather mediocre less art-house-y cinematography. The movie was long! And so we ended at 12 am and had to catch a cab back to the chalet.
The Barbeque
I think we should have set up the grill much earlier beforehand! We ended up starting to cook at around 7.40 after a frustrating round of trying to stack charcoal and handle stubborn fire-starters.
Yeah and we managed to get the fire ready after a while—
and could barbeque our food. I loved the satay. I have always loved satay.
We took lots and lots of photos after that. All our three form teachers came! Miss Ong (our very first sec 1 form teacher), Miss Kuck and Ms Lim! I'll have to bug my other classmates for the class photos we took with them. So we were trigger happy most of the time and my eyes and limbs still hurt from looking at the flashes everywhere and having to strike some 'natural' pose when one thinks one is in the picture. How strenuous!
I took photos of people taking photos. Har-har.
The Movie Marathon
Ours was on-the-spur, because we started out watching House Of Wax (while I and some people were hitting each other while playing that I've-got-peace-like-a-river game which is not for a chi dun soul like me.) and then we got interested so everyone gathered in front of the telly and screamed at a gruesome parts (that were real gruesome) (but it was fun to see Paris Hilton's head being impaled by a rod. Ok. Must stop evil thoughts.)
After that, we watched The Park (that was in Cantonese i think). I'll never look at theme parks the same way again. But it wasn't that scary as I thought it would be, and the ending when everyone's photos were taken to 'help spirits to reincarnate' looked like a cheesy National Day video.
And I've finally watched Click! Hollywood is getting so vulgar and tasteless in comedy nowadays, it seems. Good thing Click could pull it off without annoying me. But I thought Morty (or was it Marty?) had a creepy face and when he said he was the Angel of Death I felt very scared, for a funny reason.
I loved Dark Water. It was very psychological and confusing at first, but once everything becomes clear you start to feel really awfully terrified. I think the part that sent the most chills and goosebumps was when Dahlia was alone reading to her daughter Ceci after her bath (wearing a sinister hooded sweater), or so she thought, when she suddenly heard the bathtub tap turn on and realized that Ceci was bathing and the girl with the hooded sweater wasn't her daughter. That feeling of sudden realization and dread.
I forgot what the titles of the other shows were because I was slowly switching off but I woke up to find a woman shouting on the television. heh.
Intensives
I stand corrected— it wasn't an SL camp I went for. It was an Intensive, ie. no games all planning til at least 2 AM. But it was enjoyable, for most parts of it. I went to school thinking that I hated things like these but I left the Intensive enriched and encouraged.
And yes, the bigger picture. Sometimes we always fail to see that. It's always the case of putting too much focus into planning that we fail to see the more intangible results that we want.
I think the most memorable part of the camp, for me, would be my family group! The fun and effervescent BABA-rians!—Beh beh Minghao, Bu bu Sandra, Bibilaine, Bibigigi, Bibilana, Bibi Ruimin (and Bibi Samuel. That's me) and our BI BI BA BI BU! cheer. (I have to admit, I love that senseless but funky nonsense) At the last day of camp, we all hugged and cried. Nothing like that has really happened in a camp I've gone to. I guess it shows that we weren't ready to break so soon, I would have loved to spend another few days with them! Really! I love our whimsical sheep drawings on every mahjong paper we attacked, the strange conversations we would carry out during meal times, everyone's laughter when I lose in that hand-clapping-on-table game again (esp. when I made a mistake twice in a row while telling alanna that I would not lose. So we broke into this explosive laughter that people get when they are laughing at two things at the same time), our quirky dance moves and catwalk poses (posture!) and our passion for strawberry jelly.
Our lack of sleep turned us into zombies, especially after playing the Electric Fence activity. And then we had about 8 hours to prepare for a camp presentation, inclusive of coming out with a professional-quality dance item, group presentations and a few individual sharings. When I was up there giving my short speech, I tried to sound natural and sincere as possible. (and I was staring at the spaces above their heads, heh)
After our the camp presentation, we had dinner at close to 9 PM (there were only chicken wings left for non-spectators). And there was this impromptu mentor-mentee gathering at the swings outside the canteen suddenly. Which was evocative of other experiences under a starry sky in previous SL camps.
I must allude to the buffet-style meals we had throught the Intensive. It taught us teamwork and empathy towards the needs of others.
And yes, the bigger picture. Sometimes we always fail to see that. It's always the case of putting too much focus into planning that we fail to see the more intangible results that we want.
I think the most memorable part of the camp, for me, would be my family group! The fun and effervescent BABA-rians!—Beh beh Minghao, Bu bu Sandra, Bibilaine, Bibigigi, Bibilana, Bibi Ruimin (and Bibi Samuel. That's me) and our BI BI BA BI BU! cheer. (I have to admit, I love that senseless but funky nonsense) At the last day of camp, we all hugged and cried. Nothing like that has really happened in a camp I've gone to. I guess it shows that we weren't ready to break so soon, I would have loved to spend another few days with them! Really! I love our whimsical sheep drawings on every mahjong paper we attacked, the strange conversations we would carry out during meal times, everyone's laughter when I lose in that hand-clapping-on-table game again (esp. when I made a mistake twice in a row while telling alanna that I would not lose. So we broke into this explosive laughter that people get when they are laughing at two things at the same time), our quirky dance moves and catwalk poses (posture!) and our passion for strawberry jelly.
Our lack of sleep turned us into zombies, especially after playing the Electric Fence activity. And then we had about 8 hours to prepare for a camp presentation, inclusive of coming out with a professional-quality dance item, group presentations and a few individual sharings. When I was up there giving my short speech, I tried to sound natural and sincere as possible. (and I was staring at the spaces above their heads, heh)
After our the camp presentation, we had dinner at close to 9 PM (there were only chicken wings left for non-spectators). And there was this impromptu mentor-mentee gathering at the swings outside the canteen suddenly. Which was evocative of other experiences under a starry sky in previous SL camps.
I must allude to the buffet-style meals we had throught the Intensive. It taught us teamwork and empathy towards the needs of others.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Annoyed Grunt
Packing lists come with subtle hints to the less-than desired program. Eg. extra set of clothing means: (a) a trip to the beach (which is good) or (b) waterbombs and shooting water with plastic water guns ha-ha (which is retarded); however coloured pens and pencils might mean the Warm Fuzzies Corner. Which is not so bad. Until someone starts bragging about the amount of warm fuzzies they have to the extent that the amount of yellow post-it notes we get become a measure of one's worth (much like what happened to Friendster testimonials).
And with the torchlight, I do anticipate waking up in the middle of the night getting pissed-as-hell after being shouted at and starting to hate camps all over again. And the viscious cycle continues. (at least they didn't have a fire drill or anything during the last camp i went for) (which is a good thing).
I hate camps.
(is miserable)
And with the torchlight, I do anticipate waking up in the middle of the night getting pissed-as-hell after being shouted at and starting to hate camps all over again. And the viscious cycle continues. (at least they didn't have a fire drill or anything during the last camp i went for) (which is a good thing).
I hate camps.
(is miserable)
(a) SL camp is tomorrow
(b) I haven't packed my bags for anything yet.
(c) Because I haven't receieved the packing list.
(d) and I have to go for choir and at the same time, SL camp.
(e) and I'll be going back to school on all the full days that I'll be at my class chalet.
(f) which probably means I wouldn't have time to go with everyone to, i dunno, have fun at escape theme park?
(g) so what's the point of paying for class chalet if you're probably not going to sleep and most likely end up moonlighting as a cleaner when you come back from school?
(h) what's the point of anything, really, when things beyond my own choice swallow up my own time?
(i) I want the right to spend my time the way I want it. I know it comes with responsibilities but at least I do get some control over vital aspects of my life?
(j) So, I've already decided. I need to give up something in order to concentrate more on studies next year. I don't want to waste my time on doing things that I don't enjoy. I enjoy debating. I enjoy singing. I might enjoy planning for things or ushering or shush-ing people up when they talk in the hall. I'm unsure whether I enjoy juggling with too many things.
(b) I haven't packed my bags for anything yet.
(c) Because I haven't receieved the packing list.
(d) and I have to go for choir and at the same time, SL camp.
(e) and I'll be going back to school on all the full days that I'll be at my class chalet.
(f) which probably means I wouldn't have time to go with everyone to, i dunno, have fun at escape theme park?
(g) so what's the point of paying for class chalet if you're probably not going to sleep and most likely end up moonlighting as a cleaner when you come back from school?
(h) what's the point of anything, really, when things beyond my own choice swallow up my own time?
(i) I want the right to spend my time the way I want it. I know it comes with responsibilities but at least I do get some control over vital aspects of my life?
(j) So, I've already decided. I need to give up something in order to concentrate more on studies next year. I don't want to waste my time on doing things that I don't enjoy. I enjoy debating. I enjoy singing. I might enjoy planning for things or ushering or shush-ing people up when they talk in the hall. I'm unsure whether I enjoy juggling with too many things.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Funny Random Thing
Crahh-p.
I was looking at my e-learning account and the wikipedia article about elections and I accidently fell asleep! So I missed that princess hours show (i think) that Xinyi was raving about during choir today, and I CAN'T GET BACK TO SLEEP NOW!!
Argh. It also means I have to postpone my haircut to tomorrow instead having it this evening. Argh. Argh. Argh.
I was looking at my e-learning account and the wikipedia article about elections and I accidently fell asleep! So I missed that princess hours show (i think) that Xinyi was raving about during choir today, and I CAN'T GET BACK TO SLEEP NOW!!
Argh. It also means I have to postpone my haircut to tomorrow instead having it this evening. Argh. Argh. Argh.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Haiku most zen
I.
a burning smell wafts
from the overworked printer
in my studyroom
II.
air-conditioned room
toner, inks and white bleached paper
form fresh new textbook
III.
lights flash silently
printer needs more ink dammit
it is frustrating
IV.
quiet in the night
disgruntled user annoyed
dozes off angrily
a burning smell wafts
from the overworked printer
in my studyroom
II.
air-conditioned room
toner, inks and white bleached paper
form fresh new textbook
III.
lights flash silently
printer needs more ink dammit
it is frustrating
IV.
quiet in the night
disgruntled user annoyed
dozes off angrily
Monday, October 30, 2006
My Holiday Timeline
By the 15th day of November, I should have finished my Holiday Reading List.
By the first day of December, I should have all my homework complete.
By the 28th of December, I should have already attempted to make a berry pavlova.
Plus, I need new:
- slippers
- bags
- iPod
- Sony Ericsson k800i, i think.
I'm still a teenager! Don't deprive me of these material delights!
By the first day of December, I should have all my homework complete.
By the 28th of December, I should have already attempted to make a berry pavlova.
Plus, I need new:
- slippers
- bags
- iPod
- Sony Ericsson k800i, i think.
I'm still a teenager! Don't deprive me of these material delights!
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Let it pour
You know,
sometimes I feel as if everything that happens to me is one big screwed-up practical joke that lasts for an eternity. Ha.
Like the times when I go flat broke, but my sister seems to have an everlasting flow of cash (curse primary school canteen food and their economics).
Like the times when I receive 3 messages on my phone, only to open them and see (i) something about grad night, (ii) something about SL camp, (iii) something about going to school early.
Like the times when your grandmother needs everything you say to be repeated twice (though sometimes, thrice), and when all you hear are the pointless nagging. (about drugged candy and smoking and coffee being a vice and all.)
Like the times when no one cares about helping someone 'beyond hope' anymore and have to force smiles in front of him. I don't understand why adults do that too. Perhaps they would rather be in their exclusive little Wisteria Lane-type lives. (yep, smear on that concealer! Loads of it.) Hypocrisy. And in front of children too.
Like the times when flight tickets sell out on you.
Blah blah blah. Blogging negatively ain't gonna do anything for my sanity.
So anyway Xinmin's in the Arena!! I think we performed alot better than most teams.
That's Junyi, Mingting, Fatimah, Andrea and me! (who is oh-so unfortunately slouching)
I've never made friends from other schools through SLB, nor through choir, but I think debate is one of the most social CCAs you can ever get (apart from, ohh I don't know, competitive social dancing?)
That's Andrea, Mingting and I. Mingting looks... slightly small here. Uh huh XD
Uh. The main focal point is really on the people on stage. Look at Andrea's cool pose!
Me and Vidya. I'm the one with the asymetrical smile on the left :(
That's them about to hear the results.
End result: cutesy certificate of congratulations. Ok mine's rather blur. You should see Andrea's blog for the clearer one.
The struggle to get dinner and return home was quite eventful, actually. While outside SIM trying to hail a cab, someone noticed the snails all over the grass and concrete we were stepping on, so naturally we all got out of the way. Until we heard this cracking sound (but it couldn't be help, the snail was hiding in the darkness under the grass!). So the smell of snail wafted through the air and we walked on to look for a taxi. Interestingly, there were many of them but not surprisingly, all hired. @#*! transportation!! Anyway we crossed the road, waved goodbye to Fatimah and her friend (as they boarded the cab. Sniff), and walked some more beside this forest, all while trying to flag down a taxi in futile attempts. I could almost visualize the passengers in the cab sneering at us!
We carried on walking until someone wanted to take the bus down first. So we crossed the intersection near Maju camp and we saw a taxi. It was bright. It was yellow. It gleamed and twinkled under the glare of the streetlamps. So naturally, we rushed in and gasp—accidently left Sid behind! In the dark! In the cold! All alone!
I hope he saw Nelson's smsed apology.
Well we finally boarded the cab, made our way down to Hougang Mall and pigged out at Cafe Cartel. (But Mingting couldn't join us then.)
We had the Supreme Platter (good), Texas Rodeo Ribs (good) and $6.20 chicken wings. So not good.There were only three, boring sized, boring-cut wings. 3!
Here's a picture shamlessly ripped from Andrea's blog! It's a acceptable looking photo of me.
And right now it's not very early and I'm tired so my brain is rather like this.
(It's supposed to mean hazy. Har de har har har)
sometimes I feel as if everything that happens to me is one big screwed-up practical joke that lasts for an eternity. Ha.
Like the times when I go flat broke, but my sister seems to have an everlasting flow of cash (curse primary school canteen food and their economics).
Like the times when I receive 3 messages on my phone, only to open them and see (i) something about grad night, (ii) something about SL camp, (iii) something about going to school early.
Like the times when your grandmother needs everything you say to be repeated twice (though sometimes, thrice), and when all you hear are the pointless nagging. (about drugged candy and smoking and coffee being a vice and all.)
Like the times when no one cares about helping someone 'beyond hope' anymore and have to force smiles in front of him. I don't understand why adults do that too. Perhaps they would rather be in their exclusive little Wisteria Lane-type lives. (yep, smear on that concealer! Loads of it.) Hypocrisy. And in front of children too.
Like the times when flight tickets sell out on you.
Blah blah blah. Blogging negatively ain't gonna do anything for my sanity.
So anyway Xinmin's in the Arena!! I think we performed alot better than most teams.
That's Junyi, Mingting, Fatimah, Andrea and me! (who is oh-so unfortunately slouching)
I've never made friends from other schools through SLB, nor through choir, but I think debate is one of the most social CCAs you can ever get (apart from, ohh I don't know, competitive social dancing?)
That's Andrea, Mingting and I. Mingting looks... slightly small here. Uh huh XD
Uh. The main focal point is really on the people on stage. Look at Andrea's cool pose!
Me and Vidya. I'm the one with the asymetrical smile on the left :(
That's them about to hear the results.
End result: cutesy certificate of congratulations. Ok mine's rather blur. You should see Andrea's blog for the clearer one.
The struggle to get dinner and return home was quite eventful, actually. While outside SIM trying to hail a cab, someone noticed the snails all over the grass and concrete we were stepping on, so naturally we all got out of the way. Until we heard this cracking sound (but it couldn't be help, the snail was hiding in the darkness under the grass!). So the smell of snail wafted through the air and we walked on to look for a taxi. Interestingly, there were many of them but not surprisingly, all hired. @#*! transportation!! Anyway we crossed the road, waved goodbye to Fatimah and her friend (as they boarded the cab. Sniff), and walked some more beside this forest, all while trying to flag down a taxi in futile attempts. I could almost visualize the passengers in the cab sneering at us!
We carried on walking until someone wanted to take the bus down first. So we crossed the intersection near Maju camp and we saw a taxi. It was bright. It was yellow. It gleamed and twinkled under the glare of the streetlamps. So naturally, we rushed in and gasp—accidently left Sid behind! In the dark! In the cold! All alone!
I hope he saw Nelson's smsed apology.
Well we finally boarded the cab, made our way down to Hougang Mall and pigged out at Cafe Cartel. (But Mingting couldn't join us then.)
We had the Supreme Platter (good), Texas Rodeo Ribs (good) and $6.20 chicken wings. So not good.There were only three, boring sized, boring-cut wings. 3!
Here's a picture shamlessly ripped from Andrea's blog! It's a acceptable looking photo of me.
And right now it's not very early and I'm tired so my brain is rather like this.
(It's supposed to mean hazy. Har de har har har)
Friday, October 27, 2006
My holidays are dwindling
You know when you're growing old when...
... you start not to notice the holidays because there's no difference between a holiday and a school day.
... you need to take out your planner/calendar when people want to fix dates to go out with you.
... you're awash with reunions with ex-classes. Many, many ex-classes.
... the birthday parties you attend now doesn't involve colourful decorations and guests wearing pointy hats.
... your somewhat youthful pimples start to disappear.
Not that I dislike being old or anything, but argh the change kills me because no one is forever the same person. (speaking of change I'm gonna leave my hair long, flat and layered now—wayyy emo.)
but whatever, anyway,
the holidays are here!!
It has finally dawned on me that I have 2 months, two months of a big supposed break (really it's a change-of-activities that is parading around as a long vacation). Heck— 2 months and I still don't have time to squeeze to take a short break with my family to Malaysia (and we were so looking forward to spending a whole week in Melbourne. Yes we do have our wild, empty dreams too.) Looks like I'll be spending my holidays alone doing my portfolio for CAP, doing my holiday homework, going for camp after camp after camp, at my class chalet, probably at a post-chalet barbeque, going for choir practice, going for debate, going for grad night meetings, etc. (and you can fit 'dying of exhaustion' nicely into that list too, though I'm not sure how long that would take.) At least I don't totally hate all of these activities.
Xinmin team 1 will be speaking in public at the second round of the auditions for The Arena! So exciting! (but if I were them, a truckful of supporters could kill me with anxiety) But there'll be banners all right :)
... you start not to notice the holidays because there's no difference between a holiday and a school day.
... you need to take out your planner/calendar when people want to fix dates to go out with you.
... you're awash with reunions with ex-classes. Many, many ex-classes.
... the birthday parties you attend now doesn't involve colourful decorations and guests wearing pointy hats.
... your somewhat youthful pimples start to disappear.
Not that I dislike being old or anything, but argh the change kills me because no one is forever the same person. (speaking of change I'm gonna leave my hair long, flat and layered now—wayyy emo.)
but whatever, anyway,
the holidays are here!!
It has finally dawned on me that I have 2 months, two months of a big supposed break (really it's a change-of-activities that is parading around as a long vacation). Heck— 2 months and I still don't have time to squeeze to take a short break with my family to Malaysia (and we were so looking forward to spending a whole week in Melbourne. Yes we do have our wild, empty dreams too.) Looks like I'll be spending my holidays alone doing my portfolio for CAP, doing my holiday homework, going for camp after camp after camp, at my class chalet, probably at a post-chalet barbeque, going for choir practice, going for debate, going for grad night meetings, etc. (and you can fit 'dying of exhaustion' nicely into that list too, though I'm not sure how long that would take.) At least I don't totally hate all of these activities.
Xinmin team 1 will be speaking in public at the second round of the auditions for The Arena! So exciting! (but if I were them, a truckful of supporters could kill me with anxiety) But there'll be banners all right :)
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Yikes!
I had a good laugh just now! Ask me why, tomorrow.
But I'm really really so so dead. I haven't finished the card for a certain important someone who loves shoes and is probably turning 40.
Anyway we had a mega cake today during our class party, courtesy of Ms Lim! It was very nice of her to throw a surprise party for us, but sadly I had just went back up after a heavy recess (of chicken rice, which was delicious though the soup tasted a tad too salty) so nope, no space for cake. That was my lunch and I survived the rest of the day by eating one of Nelson's fries when Andrea, Nelson and I went out to Mc's at hougang point. (I've never eaten a meal with a bitch-faggot and a horny bugger before! I jest with love—of course ;) )
But I knew I shouldn't have scrimped for lunch because I didn't have energy to slide up and down the notes when we were singing Jaakobin Pojat during choir today and it rained too, so hunger, crippled with relatively frosty windchill from the rain, and a shirt that refuses to be tucked it and pants that were really loose, made me a really pissed, cranky, PMT-sy debater that almost had it his way when a lady at the table next to me started calling her bowl of beef noodles 'stupid' (they were talking so loudly that I had later learnt they attended BSF earlier on. Very sad.) while I was having my dinner. At 10 PM. It was cold and I had to hug on to my Xinmin portfolio for whatever warmth a thermoplastic could grant me— just another one of those uses for huge files that I would never have thought of.
How would you design a card for a woman who seems to have everything, from dusty old Chanel and boring old LV to D&G or Bottega Veneta? (and with a hint of envy, I might have detected— commes des garcons.) Should I paste on dried rosebuds from a pack of L'Occitane potpourri? And for a touch of bourgeois, crystal studs from Cartier?
But I'm really really so so dead. I haven't finished the card for a certain important someone who loves shoes and is probably turning 40.
Anyway we had a mega cake today during our class party, courtesy of Ms Lim! It was very nice of her to throw a surprise party for us, but sadly I had just went back up after a heavy recess (of chicken rice, which was delicious though the soup tasted a tad too salty) so nope, no space for cake. That was my lunch and I survived the rest of the day by eating one of Nelson's fries when Andrea, Nelson and I went out to Mc's at hougang point. (I've never eaten a meal with a bitch-faggot and a horny bugger before! I jest with love—of course ;) )
But I knew I shouldn't have scrimped for lunch because I didn't have energy to slide up and down the notes when we were singing Jaakobin Pojat during choir today and it rained too, so hunger, crippled with relatively frosty windchill from the rain, and a shirt that refuses to be tucked it and pants that were really loose, made me a really pissed, cranky, PMT-sy debater that almost had it his way when a lady at the table next to me started calling her bowl of beef noodles 'stupid' (they were talking so loudly that I had later learnt they attended BSF earlier on. Very sad.) while I was having my dinner. At 10 PM. It was cold and I had to hug on to my Xinmin portfolio for whatever warmth a thermoplastic could grant me— just another one of those uses for huge files that I would never have thought of.
How would you design a card for a woman who seems to have everything, from dusty old Chanel and boring old LV to D&G or Bottega Veneta? (and with a hint of envy, I might have detected— commes des garcons.) Should I paste on dried rosebuds from a pack of L'Occitane potpourri? And for a touch of bourgeois, crystal studs from Cartier?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Photos!
I'm quite high now because there was chocolate fondue at Benjamin and Vivian's wedding XD
I think this is a very nice photo of the debaters
Don't we all look smart and spiffy in our ties and blazers? So fancy =P I must say... Nelson has a very interesting expression and pose. And I did the tilt-body-smile-look-forward pose. Heh.
Remember this??
I remember I had just had my hair cut and I didn't like it particularly because the sides were too thick and puffed up like Chairman Mao. (well something like that) Look how some people have changed! (and also marvel at the people that haven't.)
I think this is a very nice photo of the debaters
Don't we all look smart and spiffy in our ties and blazers? So fancy =P I must say... Nelson has a very interesting expression and pose. And I did the tilt-body-smile-look-forward pose. Heh.
Remember this??
I remember I had just had my hair cut and I didn't like it particularly because the sides were too thick and puffed up like Chairman Mao. (well something like that) Look how some people have changed! (and also marvel at the people that haven't.)
Although it does have its perks...
Nope my team didn't make it through the auditions, because the judges felt 'we didn't have personality'.
Whoops! I totally forgot being on TV was about how much laughter you could squeeze out of the judges.
But then again, personality can be very important. I, too, wouldn't feel like being stuck in an auditorium listening to a debate about the environment by people who read off their plastic clipboards. However I feel I must allude to the insensitivity of certain staff, but I'll make a pass. (yes do blame it on showbiz stress) My glare would very probably be cut off from TV. I'll probably be shown staring blankly with my team mates after being hussled off while congratulating everyone.
But on a brighter note, Xinmin Team 1 made it in! We'll be waving our pom poms and banners (we'll consider lightsticks, heh) at Round 2 of the auditions this Saturday! (and that was probably the 4th time I said that) They'll still be giving their speeches presentation style ie. not against another team but with POIs from the judges though. Jiayou! I'm expecting to be seeing them on TV next year ;)
My experiences did not leave a jarring impression enough on me to write a tell-all book, but the wait to audition would have given me enough content. Xinmin team 2 was the last team from the group to audition, and frankly, we were way behind time.
And after that we went to Long John Silver's at J8 for lunch and then back to school. And I've finally printed my option form.
Whoops! I totally forgot being on TV was about how much laughter you could squeeze out of the judges.
But then again, personality can be very important. I, too, wouldn't feel like being stuck in an auditorium listening to a debate about the environment by people who read off their plastic clipboards. However I feel I must allude to the insensitivity of certain staff, but I'll make a pass. (yes do blame it on showbiz stress) My glare would very probably be cut off from TV. I'll probably be shown staring blankly with my team mates after being hussled off while congratulating everyone.
But on a brighter note, Xinmin Team 1 made it in! We'll be waving our pom poms and banners (we'll consider lightsticks, heh) at Round 2 of the auditions this Saturday! (and that was probably the 4th time I said that) They'll still be giving their speeches presentation style ie. not against another team but with POIs from the judges though. Jiayou! I'm expecting to be seeing them on TV next year ;)
My experiences did not leave a jarring impression enough on me to write a tell-all book, but the wait to audition would have given me enough content. Xinmin team 2 was the last team from the group to audition, and frankly, we were way behind time.
And after that we went to Long John Silver's at J8 for lunch and then back to school. And I've finally printed my option form.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Frustration. Frustration. Frustration.
My computer isn't cooperating!! I can't access the online option form to select my streams. I've tried Firefox, Safari, IE, Omniweb, Flock, Netscape but nope. Nothing. They all have their annoying problems.
Looks like I'll be needing to rush for time tomorrow morning. I'll have to rush on debate prep and selecting my stream and getting the blazers and stuff all done. If I don't collapse tomorrow I'm gonna have to attribute it to God's grace. Seriously.
Hoo boy. Auditions are tomorrow. Will my next post take on the effect of glowing positivity or disappointment? I'll leave that to God. But it's something I can change as well. Mantra: Mustn't stammer. Must feel confident. Must remember important points. Mustn't stammer. Must inhale at right moments. Must look directly at judges and remember lines at the same time. Must aim for fluent, at least semi-witty, eloquant, unidiotic delivery. Mustn't stammer. Must remember it's ce-MENT not CE-ment. Must feel confident.
... I'm starting to lose my cool! Help!
Looks like I'll be needing to rush for time tomorrow morning. I'll have to rush on debate prep and selecting my stream and getting the blazers and stuff all done. If I don't collapse tomorrow I'm gonna have to attribute it to God's grace. Seriously.
Hoo boy. Auditions are tomorrow. Will my next post take on the effect of glowing positivity or disappointment? I'll leave that to God. But it's something I can change as well. Mantra: Mustn't stammer. Must feel confident. Must remember important points. Mustn't stammer. Must inhale at right moments. Must look directly at judges and remember lines at the same time. Must aim for fluent, at least semi-witty, eloquant, unidiotic delivery. Mustn't stammer. Must remember it's ce-MENT not CE-ment. Must feel confident.
... I'm starting to lose my cool! Help!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
More Blogthings
| You Are Surrealism |
 Dreamy and idealistic, you've created a world that is all your own. It's very likely that you've either dabbled in drugs or are naturally trippy. You are always trying to push beyond the boundaries of your culture and society. You believe that art, love, and freedom can change the world. |
Cool! I'm surreal and sort of dadaist. Now if only the mainstream could appreciate that.
| You Are Likely a Third Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable. At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things. When you love someone, you tend to like to please them. In friendship, you are loyal to one person. Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer. You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration. |
I'm actually first-born but it would be nice to have older siblings. I've always wanted an older sibling.
| Your French Name is: |
 |
Hi, I'm Lance. Lance Cheron.
(It doesn't work. No.)
One more...
| If You Were Born in 2893... |
 Your Name Would Be: Laif Aoi And You Would Be: An Evil Space Warlord |
Cool.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Results
I feel kinda upset because I didn't manage to attain 75 for science. I got 74.
But all my subjects were pretty slightly-above average, and since consistancy is good, it all adds up (I guess)
Let's review my subjects, starting from the best. It makes me feel less worried (kinda) :
Geography - 84 (A1)
could have done better... dang.
Art - 84 (A1)
alright... I guess
Mathematics (Elementary) - 83 (A1)
Not good. I should have double checked paper 2! Because it sucked very badly T_T
Home Economics - 80 (A1)
I scored A1 in most of the mundane things... But still I could have done better
English - 76 (A1)
A1! Quite happy about it. But still could have done better
EL Literature - 74 (A2)
A2 for literature... ARGH. ARGH. ARGHKK. Quite idiotic. V. v. disappointing.
Science - 74 (A2)
If only I had changed my answer for Physics Section B! Woe.
History - 70 (A2)
Oh no...
Design & Technology - 69 (B3)
Nope I won't be taking that now
Chinese - 59 (C5)
Not surprising. But annoying because I improved greatly in SA2 itself. And I'm proud of it.
And A for music and CME.
And A2 for Project Work. Interestingly the teacher felt I put in lesser effort than the others. But it's ok, really.
Which makes my total percentage 75.3 and my level position 17th so far. I'm regressing! It's funny how a decimal point can determine exactly whether one person is better than the other person (academically, of course)
And I've got just a measly bronze for NAPFA. Sit and reach is just so relative to our own body types.
But the high distinction for English NSW put some glimmer into the day. (but I'm still griping that they never show recognition for that. Even the certificates are the same boring blue for every catagory of prizes. Everyone places so much emphasis on writing writing writing. Not that that's a bad thing, but some people can't do descriptive; some can't do argumentative. Let's not discourage future Man Booker Prize award winners by forcing writing questions with possibly conformist attitudes and not forgetting the cliché starting lines! Spare a thought for the markers!)
Time and time again I still have to remind myself that my results are really God-given graces. I have to remember that the most important thing is to acknowledge that all these are for the glory of God. The songs we sing, the things we say, even our thoughts and intentions should glorify him.
I'll really miss 1E3 and 203!
But when you've got a debate 'competition' coming up, little time is left for mere sentiment.
But all my subjects were pretty slightly-above average, and since consistancy is good, it all adds up (I guess)
Let's review my subjects, starting from the best. It makes me feel less worried (kinda) :
Geography - 84 (A1)
could have done better... dang.
Art - 84 (A1)
alright... I guess
Mathematics (Elementary) - 83 (A1)
Not good. I should have double checked paper 2! Because it sucked very badly T_T
Home Economics - 80 (A1)
I scored A1 in most of the mundane things... But still I could have done better
English - 76 (A1)
A1! Quite happy about it. But still could have done better
EL Literature - 74 (A2)
A2 for literature... ARGH. ARGH. ARGHKK. Quite idiotic. V. v. disappointing.
Science - 74 (A2)
If only I had changed my answer for Physics Section B! Woe.
History - 70 (A2)
Oh no...
Design & Technology - 69 (B3)
Nope I won't be taking that now
Chinese - 59 (C5)
Not surprising. But annoying because I improved greatly in SA2 itself. And I'm proud of it.
And A for music and CME.
And A2 for Project Work. Interestingly the teacher felt I put in lesser effort than the others. But it's ok, really.
Which makes my total percentage 75.3 and my level position 17th so far. I'm regressing! It's funny how a decimal point can determine exactly whether one person is better than the other person (academically, of course)
And I've got just a measly bronze for NAPFA. Sit and reach is just so relative to our own body types.
But the high distinction for English NSW put some glimmer into the day. (but I'm still griping that they never show recognition for that. Even the certificates are the same boring blue for every catagory of prizes. Everyone places so much emphasis on writing writing writing. Not that that's a bad thing, but some people can't do descriptive; some can't do argumentative. Let's not discourage future Man Booker Prize award winners by forcing writing questions with possibly conformist attitudes and not forgetting the cliché starting lines! Spare a thought for the markers!)
Time and time again I still have to remind myself that my results are really God-given graces. I have to remember that the most important thing is to acknowledge that all these are for the glory of God. The songs we sing, the things we say, even our thoughts and intentions should glorify him.
I'll really miss 1E3 and 203!
But when you've got a debate 'competition' coming up, little time is left for mere sentiment.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
2
I should have ignored my previous post.
Because I won't let their crimes against the literatus and culture get away so easily.
But first, I'll need to review my paper when I get it back and see whether it is really so deserving of that mark.
Yeah! So sue me for every mark that I've got. I'm prepared to defend my essay because it definitely wasn't writing for the sake of writing, and definitely writing from the heart. I'll write a thousand word explanation on my sentence structures and imagery used and how it totally makes sense in line with the question, however equally ambiguous it may be. I'll feel a sense of achievement from writing something I want to write, than selling myself out for something cookie-cutter and a contradictiction of my values just to attain high marks. I'll feel ashamed—very ashamed, mind you—of writing a warped piece that I hated writing just to add on to numbers that take on the facade of being the deciding factor of our future.
Because I won't let this make me sad or anything, nor would I allow it to cause remorse or regret. I'm proud of every single thing I wrote that was filled with passion and that I actually enjoyed writing. If essays had feelings, mine would have been extremely hurt and insulted. I would embrace it rather than treat it with disdain. I would tell it of its shining qualities. I would love it as how a mother would love a child with special needs.
Because I won't let their crimes against the literatus and culture get away so easily.
But first, I'll need to review my paper when I get it back and see whether it is really so deserving of that mark.
Yeah! So sue me for every mark that I've got. I'm prepared to defend my essay because it definitely wasn't writing for the sake of writing, and definitely writing from the heart. I'll write a thousand word explanation on my sentence structures and imagery used and how it totally makes sense in line with the question, however equally ambiguous it may be. I'll feel a sense of achievement from writing something I want to write, than selling myself out for something cookie-cutter and a contradictiction of my values just to attain high marks. I'll feel ashamed—very ashamed, mind you—of writing a warped piece that I hated writing just to add on to numbers that take on the facade of being the deciding factor of our future.
Because I won't let this make me sad or anything, nor would I allow it to cause remorse or regret. I'm proud of every single thing I wrote that was filled with passion and that I actually enjoyed writing. If essays had feelings, mine would have been extremely hurt and insulted. I would embrace it rather than treat it with disdain. I would tell it of its shining qualities. I would love it as how a mother would love a child with special needs.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
uggghhkk
i feel robbed of even any remotest trace of talent, self-esteem, energy, free-will and possibly even the will to live. I'm not kidding. I feel that i've disappointed myself, plus everyone.
Because when you have always been at the top, there are people who want to get you down, I guess. They'll be happy when this will be their chance to catch me at my lowest. And well, shit—at the most important point in the year too. So what have I learnt? Life's a bitch. I tried to deal with it but it's funny how it hurls rotten fruits at you on a regular basis.
I'm sorry if you found this a post a tad too cryptic to understand. It was probably as abstract as my English Paper 1 too. Yeah, school's the last place I should be expressing myself because obviously being true to myself sometimes perturbs, or offends people that I don't intend to. And in no point in time, under any circumstances should I make Nabokovian references again. I apologize for writing in a style different from everyone's expectations. I apologize for my own creativity, or lack thereof. I apologize for experimenting with a different writing persona. I apologize for being probably too brash, and abstract, in standing for what I believed in, as a tribute to my friends who really made me re-think my mentality and attitude in the past.
Because when you have always been at the top, there are people who want to get you down, I guess. They'll be happy when this will be their chance to catch me at my lowest. And well, shit—at the most important point in the year too. So what have I learnt? Life's a bitch. I tried to deal with it but it's funny how it hurls rotten fruits at you on a regular basis.
I'm sorry if you found this a post a tad too cryptic to understand. It was probably as abstract as my English Paper 1 too. Yeah, school's the last place I should be expressing myself because obviously being true to myself sometimes perturbs, or offends people that I don't intend to. And in no point in time, under any circumstances should I make Nabokovian references again. I apologize for writing in a style different from everyone's expectations. I apologize for my own creativity, or lack thereof. I apologize for experimenting with a different writing persona. I apologize for being probably too brash, and abstract, in standing for what I believed in, as a tribute to my friends who really made me re-think my mentality and attitude in the past.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Indulge in a blogthing
| You Are 77% Indie |
 You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal. You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure! |
I'm SO indie. But I'm not really attracted to body piercings, no way. I think unnatural-looking holes in random areas just scare me. They look like dimples that went very wrong.
Washed out
I hated today. It was noisy, loud and full of insensitivity. But still, I've learnt to appreciate the people in school more, because their funny, almost eccentric ways never fail to crack me up. Yes, keeping a downtrodden face doesn't help or make everyone want to cheer you up. Staying depressed won't make me feel more confident or content. I hope that from the things that happened today, I'll begin to understand my own fragility without God. And that results aren't everything, because we need to ask ourselves: so what if you end up taking 4 more subjects than other people? I'll have 5 minutes of short-lived happiness when seeing the results, but 2 years of hardship and stress that will affect the other more imprtant areas in life?
Results aren't everything, even though society and our own government has to force predefined roles and their perceptions down our throat. What matters is whether one is convinced that our subject combinations are what we are most capable of. So even though how well I do in examinations are of certain importance, my top priority still is not just to myself, but to God.
Another thing I lack: patience and the ability to manage my own impulsivity. Sometimes emotions may be difficult to contain, but I believe that rational thinking often becomes diluted in our own sea of anger or discontent.
Results aren't everything, even though society and our own government has to force predefined roles and their perceptions down our throat. What matters is whether one is convinced that our subject combinations are what we are most capable of. So even though how well I do in examinations are of certain importance, my top priority still is not just to myself, but to God.
Another thing I lack: patience and the ability to manage my own impulsivity. Sometimes emotions may be difficult to contain, but I believe that rational thinking often becomes diluted in our own sea of anger or discontent.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
EOYs - Day 5 & 6
I can't help mentioning, but this is my 200th post :D I'm 200 posts young. Heh heh.
DAY 5
Science (biology, chemistry and physics) was sad and nerve wrecking! I shall predict my results now (I did pretty badly for the Physics componant)
I might get (out of 20)—
15 for Biology
16 for Chemistry
and
13 for Physics. (yes I screwed up the last question. how was I supposed to imagine that kid travelling to school nearly 5km away in a few minutes just on a bicycle??)
Art. That was the last art exam I would have sat for in my entire life (though hopefully not). I think I made the colours too pale and muted though, not that vibrant and outstanding as say, using simple primary and some secondary colours like the others.
DAY 6
Literature paper was so fun! We had unseen poetry and this time the poem was about a beggar in Bombay (heh– alliteration). Sadly, I spent 30 minutes on my Unseen Poetry, which, even sadder, was only the first section. Still I'm glad I filled up 2 pages of meaningful stuff. The usual questions came out for Monkey's Paw (well there isn't very much to ask since it's only a play slightly below twenty pages). At the moment I was attacking the paper, we were reminded to write at least 2 pages for each question, sparking panic among most of us. Note to self: write faster next time!
But when answering Literature essay questions, I need to get into the mood for Literature first. By numbing the sensations in my hand (they say that you don't feel anything once you've crossed the pain threshold) and mentally preparing myself to switch to Flowery Language Mode (in which I start sounding almost pretentious, which is the problem that I fear the most).
Section C was about Animal Farm. Yes, even though Animal Farm may be considered a 'classic', or at least, a significant work on political satire, the themes about power and corruption and equality sometimes gets too much into me that I start accusing (need I say, wrongly, accusing) some authorities of becoming tyrannical and somewhat beucreaucratic. I feel that Animal Farm did not exactly enlighten me, but brainwashed me into cynicism. George Orwell is one clever chap.
I'm sad. Sad and worried for those who seem almost unsure, or even ashamed of their faith to call themselves Christian. I do feel very, very encouraged by my other friends who are really devoted and disciplined, but then again, it is the ill who needs the attention of a doctor the most (I'm having a Mr-Lim-and-his-analogies moment). Nevermind, we shall continue in our prayers about them :)
DAY 5
Science (biology, chemistry and physics) was sad and nerve wrecking! I shall predict my results now (I did pretty badly for the Physics componant)
I might get (out of 20)—
15 for Biology
16 for Chemistry
and
13 for Physics. (yes I screwed up the last question. how was I supposed to imagine that kid travelling to school nearly 5km away in a few minutes just on a bicycle??)
Art. That was the last art exam I would have sat for in my entire life (though hopefully not). I think I made the colours too pale and muted though, not that vibrant and outstanding as say, using simple primary and some secondary colours like the others.
DAY 6
Literature paper was so fun! We had unseen poetry and this time the poem was about a beggar in Bombay (heh– alliteration). Sadly, I spent 30 minutes on my Unseen Poetry, which, even sadder, was only the first section. Still I'm glad I filled up 2 pages of meaningful stuff. The usual questions came out for Monkey's Paw (well there isn't very much to ask since it's only a play slightly below twenty pages). At the moment I was attacking the paper, we were reminded to write at least 2 pages for each question, sparking panic among most of us. Note to self: write faster next time!
But when answering Literature essay questions, I need to get into the mood for Literature first. By numbing the sensations in my hand (they say that you don't feel anything once you've crossed the pain threshold) and mentally preparing myself to switch to Flowery Language Mode (in which I start sounding almost pretentious, which is the problem that I fear the most).
Section C was about Animal Farm. Yes, even though Animal Farm may be considered a 'classic', or at least, a significant work on political satire, the themes about power and corruption and equality sometimes gets too much into me that I start accusing (need I say, wrongly, accusing) some authorities of becoming tyrannical and somewhat beucreaucratic. I feel that Animal Farm did not exactly enlighten me, but brainwashed me into cynicism. George Orwell is one clever chap.
I'm sad. Sad and worried for those who seem almost unsure, or even ashamed of their faith to call themselves Christian. I do feel very, very encouraged by my other friends who are really devoted and disciplined, but then again, it is the ill who needs the attention of a doctor the most (I'm having a Mr-Lim-and-his-analogies moment). Nevermind, we shall continue in our prayers about them :)
Monday, October 09, 2006
EOYs - Day 4
Right. I couldn't help it but
I'm tired and sort-of stressed and totally hating exams.
English Paper 1 was quite easy. Much much easier than paper we sat for during Mid-year's (remember 'waves permeating her body as she struck the bowl'?) but rather boring and let's face it– forgettable– it was something about bee hunting and the Rajis from Tibet.
Maths Paper 1 was so fun! The questions were 'fresher' (albeit with a variation of the 'if (a+b)^2=x, was is a^2+b^2?' which has appeared in every one of my class tests that concerned factorization and differences of perfect squares). I for one particularly enjoyed the Venn Diagram questions. I hope Paper 2 would be just as fun. Heh.
Do I sound like I've been preparing for my art exam for the whole afternoon? If I pick up another colour pencil I'm gonna smash it very badly into my half-malfunctioning non-manual pencil sharpener. And then let my chinchillas chew on its woody delights. Urgh.
And... there's science tomorrow :D
I'm tired and sort-of stressed and totally hating exams.
English Paper 1 was quite easy. Much much easier than paper we sat for during Mid-year's (remember 'waves permeating her body as she struck the bowl'?) but rather boring and let's face it– forgettable– it was something about bee hunting and the Rajis from Tibet.
Maths Paper 1 was so fun! The questions were 'fresher' (albeit with a variation of the 'if (a+b)^2=x, was is a^2+b^2?' which has appeared in every one of my class tests that concerned factorization and differences of perfect squares). I for one particularly enjoyed the Venn Diagram questions. I hope Paper 2 would be just as fun. Heh.
Do I sound like I've been preparing for my art exam for the whole afternoon? If I pick up another colour pencil I'm gonna smash it very badly into my half-malfunctioning non-manual pencil sharpener. And then let my chinchillas chew on its woody delights. Urgh.
And... there's science tomorrow :D
Friday, October 06, 2006
EOYs - Day 3
I can hardly believe it's Friday already.
I'm suffering from post-EL Paper 1 syndrome, where one feels intense worry over the quality of the essay written. Oh yes I get that all the time. This time, I felt, I made it sound like my most personal work, but it just sounded irritatingly rhetoric. I'm rather pleased with my Letter of Persuation though. Something about participating in a 'Go Green' competition– easy peasy.
Geography paper was really amusing. The MCQs were in fact, subtly funny if you thought about it– just by imagining Miss Ng reading out the question aloud and laughing at the mistakes. Seriously, just by doing that, I had figured out most of the answers.
I'm having feelings of nostalgy now because the sec 4s are leaving soon. Yes the sec 4s are leaving soon. I don't like this sinking feeling of knowing that the people whom you've always looked up to are going to leave in just a couple of month's time. I don't know whether Mother Bird gets this feeling everytime her young ones have learnt how to fly and leave the nest to fend for themselves in that harsh cruel world.
I don't have feathers and I ain't no mother, but I'm starting to miss my seniors already. Like Nicholas, Elizabeth, Christine, Anthony, Hazel, Jonathan, Pin Hui, Jing Bao, Yi Xuan, Lisa, Eve, Zhiqing, Baozhen (the list would get longer if I just rattled away) Reason being that I could have never imagine a person in a different level when I was in sec 1. (oh, that was just only a year ago) But for some people it can sometimes feel as if you had known them all your life. Funny, innit? I can think of purple seascapes and jelly donut clouds but can't imagine life next year without the sec 4s.
I'm suffering from post-EL Paper 1 syndrome, where one feels intense worry over the quality of the essay written. Oh yes I get that all the time. This time, I felt, I made it sound like my most personal work, but it just sounded irritatingly rhetoric. I'm rather pleased with my Letter of Persuation though. Something about participating in a 'Go Green' competition– easy peasy.
Geography paper was really amusing. The MCQs were in fact, subtly funny if you thought about it– just by imagining Miss Ng reading out the question aloud and laughing at the mistakes. Seriously, just by doing that, I had figured out most of the answers.
I'm having feelings of nostalgy now because the sec 4s are leaving soon. Yes the sec 4s are leaving soon. I don't like this sinking feeling of knowing that the people whom you've always looked up to are going to leave in just a couple of month's time. I don't know whether Mother Bird gets this feeling everytime her young ones have learnt how to fly and leave the nest to fend for themselves in that harsh cruel world.
I don't have feathers and I ain't no mother, but I'm starting to miss my seniors already. Like Nicholas, Elizabeth, Christine, Anthony, Hazel, Jonathan, Pin Hui, Jing Bao, Yi Xuan, Lisa, Eve, Zhiqing, Baozhen (the list would get longer if I just rattled away) Reason being that I could have never imagine a person in a different level when I was in sec 1. (oh, that was just only a year ago) But for some people it can sometimes feel as if you had known them all your life. Funny, innit? I can think of purple seascapes and jelly donut clouds but can't imagine life next year without the sec 4s.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
EOYs - Day 2
YESS!
Ben Sherman and Miss Selfridge are re-opening in Singapore!! And they are having their It's a mod mod world fashion show tomorrow at the paragon but I'd be stuck slogging for art exam. Ugh.
MT paper 1 was alright—I ended up writing about one destructive boy who didn't receive enough love from the people around him. And formal letter writing wasn't too bad either, although I think I wrote a wrong numerical form in my letter.
MT paper 2 was no so alright. I managed to finish all the questions but some of my answers were as good as leaving the question blank! The cloze passage was about grass and its strength and resilience, etc. etc., the most memorable passage, for me was the first comprehension passage about independence (which gave me a very very bad impression of the author's sense of judgement). At first I panicked, because I didn't know what the passage was talking about, and actually thought for some time that the author was talking about dieting until I read the last sentence. Heh. I shall never be able to become fully Chinese, despite actually being in HMT in primary school and passing it for PSLE. (Not many people are convinced of my ethnicity so I usually have to lie if I was in a hurry, sadly.)
I'll be sitting for my English Paper 1 and Geography paper tomorrow– two fun, managable subjects! I'm kinda starting to love exams more.
Did I mention I'm starting to find the work of Claude Debussy wonderful and perhaps almost even magical? I especially enjoy Arabesque no.1 and Reverie. He weaves intricate patterns and sculpts soundscapes that are still fresh and relevant today, something that I particularly admire in most classical piano music. Try searching for him in the iTunes Store!
Ben Sherman and Miss Selfridge are re-opening in Singapore!! And they are having their It's a mod mod world fashion show tomorrow at the paragon but I'd be stuck slogging for art exam. Ugh.
MT paper 1 was alright—I ended up writing about one destructive boy who didn't receive enough love from the people around him. And formal letter writing wasn't too bad either, although I think I wrote a wrong numerical form in my letter.
MT paper 2 was no so alright. I managed to finish all the questions but some of my answers were as good as leaving the question blank! The cloze passage was about grass and its strength and resilience, etc. etc., the most memorable passage, for me was the first comprehension passage about independence (which gave me a very very bad impression of the author's sense of judgement). At first I panicked, because I didn't know what the passage was talking about, and actually thought for some time that the author was talking about dieting until I read the last sentence. Heh. I shall never be able to become fully Chinese, despite actually being in HMT in primary school and passing it for PSLE. (Not many people are convinced of my ethnicity so I usually have to lie if I was in a hurry, sadly.)
I'll be sitting for my English Paper 1 and Geography paper tomorrow– two fun, managable subjects! I'm kinda starting to love exams more.
Did I mention I'm starting to find the work of Claude Debussy wonderful and perhaps almost even magical? I especially enjoy Arabesque no.1 and Reverie. He weaves intricate patterns and sculpts soundscapes that are still fresh and relevant today, something that I particularly admire in most classical piano music. Try searching for him in the iTunes Store!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
EOYs - Day 1
English Oral Exam was a breeze! I found the read-aloud passage about snakes rather dry and insipid (it was something about two boys called Vincent and Antony and their zeal for snakes), but really, the last line of the passage made me snicker, because it served as the major 'punchline' to this little story. Very cute.
The conversation bit caught me a little off-guard, because it was about snakes, and eventually that progressed into a discussion about animals, which is a subject I hadn't been expecting (until I read the passage, with a dismal sigh). What I had been looking forward to was a topic about social problems, such as the nature of teenage delinquency or the danger that the mass media poses to teenagers, but since my examner was such a wonderful conversationalist (something that I hadn't thought him of), we managed to cover the conversation into something much deeper and meaningful. I particularly enjoyed the bit about naturalists such as Steve Irwin who over-sensationalize animals in danger of extinction, and how the phrase 'life is all about gaining knowledge' may take a very self-centred approach. However, I found the points I brought up very random and unexpected but I think it all fitted together nicely.
Mother Tongue Oral Exam was hellish. I waited for quite a long time to reach my turn, and was rudely surprised to see a passage about fighting fish that was riddled with words that appeared very foreign to me (but after that I faked my way through the passage, albeit with stutterings and oh no– 'ums'). But that aside, I think the topic given was quite interesting. Something on domestic helpers in Singapore, and whether it was rational for families to have domestic helpers. My points were good, my pronounciation was very obviously sub-par. And once again, I was asked the all too familiar question of whether I'm Chinese and whether I speak Mandarin at home. The thing about examiners who take me for Chinese is, they seem more sympathetic and 'interactive' then most EL oral examiners and I think it's very good that pointers and comments were given after the end of the examination, instead of in EL exams when one is 'left in the lurch', never knowing what the teacher might be thinking.
I'll be sitting for my Mother Tongue Papers 1 and 2 tomorrow. I'm definitely going to do the formal letter question.
The conversation bit caught me a little off-guard, because it was about snakes, and eventually that progressed into a discussion about animals, which is a subject I hadn't been expecting (until I read the passage, with a dismal sigh). What I had been looking forward to was a topic about social problems, such as the nature of teenage delinquency or the danger that the mass media poses to teenagers, but since my examner was such a wonderful conversationalist (something that I hadn't thought him of), we managed to cover the conversation into something much deeper and meaningful. I particularly enjoyed the bit about naturalists such as Steve Irwin who over-sensationalize animals in danger of extinction, and how the phrase 'life is all about gaining knowledge' may take a very self-centred approach. However, I found the points I brought up very random and unexpected but I think it all fitted together nicely.
Mother Tongue Oral Exam was hellish. I waited for quite a long time to reach my turn, and was rudely surprised to see a passage about fighting fish that was riddled with words that appeared very foreign to me (but after that I faked my way through the passage, albeit with stutterings and oh no– 'ums'). But that aside, I think the topic given was quite interesting. Something on domestic helpers in Singapore, and whether it was rational for families to have domestic helpers. My points were good, my pronounciation was very obviously sub-par. And once again, I was asked the all too familiar question of whether I'm Chinese and whether I speak Mandarin at home. The thing about examiners who take me for Chinese is, they seem more sympathetic and 'interactive' then most EL oral examiners and I think it's very good that pointers and comments were given after the end of the examination, instead of in EL exams when one is 'left in the lurch', never knowing what the teacher might be thinking.
I'll be sitting for my Mother Tongue Papers 1 and 2 tomorrow. I'm definitely going to do the formal letter question.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Strangest sympathy usually comes from me
I'm not sure about you, but I've came across the blog of this, supposed, man, who whines because he didn't like products from Malaysia, very much obviously felt the wrath of an exasperated girl (probably while drunk in self-centred egotist-misogynist glory. I can't blame the girls), and anyway still feels the urge to condemn, rebuke, and very excitedly spew ridiculous assertions, perhaps with the mindset he has all the mental capacity and artful vocabulary that sometimes is tragically mistaken for eloquence and thus can spew his thoughtless opinions around.
And hello, he preens that he had attended nyps and the raffles family of schools, but surprise surprise, doesn't have room in his cranium for a little friend called Rational Thinking. ergo, common sense.
Poor, poor man. I really do hope he finally sees the good in mankind, judging from his numerous angst-ridden bursts of uncontrolled confusion and hopelessness.
This post is dedicated to him and everyone who has ever felt that way :) Maybe one day you'll realize. If only.
And hello, he preens that he had attended nyps and the raffles family of schools, but surprise surprise, doesn't have room in his cranium for a little friend called Rational Thinking. ergo, common sense.
Poor, poor man. I really do hope he finally sees the good in mankind, judging from his numerous angst-ridden bursts of uncontrolled confusion and hopelessness.
This post is dedicated to him and everyone who has ever felt that way :) Maybe one day you'll realize. If only.
EOYs - Day 0
I went to mug with Andrea and Shaojie at the Bishan library this afternoon, but not before having lunch and getting my passport-sized photo taken. But I wasted $6 because of a wrong selection, so now I have a huge near-postcard sized photograph of me grinning stupidly (that surprisingly, most people ask whether they could have it. I know, I look great huh :) ) But that meant a few days of skipping recess... which is a promise made to myself that I can't keep, because we're not allowed to stay around the classrooms so the best place to go would then be the canteen, where one would be obliged to purchase some food due to peer pressure and encouragement from the mass media to 'keep fit by eating two servings of fruits and vegetables everyday' and from education, because 'it is important to stay in the healthy weight range' and since 'anorexia is a eating-disorder, with sufferers skipping meals and often giving the excuse that they are saving money', I don't want any suspicion.
But anyway, we spent our time in the library mostly reading geography (and I did E. Maths) before getting distracted by books on Applied Psychology and Western Philosophy and Animal Rights. Well I needed a break!
Right now my sister is half-panicking because she's taking her first PSLE paper tomorrow!
And that's really all the pens she's packing into her huge pencilcase. Two years ago, I hardly cared whether my remaining pen still had ink or not. Ah well.
And I'm the one panicking because MT oral will be one of the papers tomorrow and I can't utter a sentence of Mandarin that sounds clever and convincing. (especially for simple phrases like 'sponge' and 'absorbant' and 'porous') (yes I was trying to translate an episode of Spongebob Squarepants into Chinese.)
And I've figured out that I really hated life in primary school. I prefer secondary school.
But anyway, we spent our time in the library mostly reading geography (and I did E. Maths) before getting distracted by books on Applied Psychology and Western Philosophy and Animal Rights. Well I needed a break!
Right now my sister is half-panicking because she's taking her first PSLE paper tomorrow!
And that's really all the pens she's packing into her huge pencilcase. Two years ago, I hardly cared whether my remaining pen still had ink or not. Ah well.
And I'm the one panicking because MT oral will be one of the papers tomorrow and I can't utter a sentence of Mandarin that sounds clever and convincing. (especially for simple phrases like 'sponge' and 'absorbant' and 'porous') (yes I was trying to translate an episode of Spongebob Squarepants into Chinese.)
And I've figured out that I really hated life in primary school. I prefer secondary school.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Freedom
Freedom... by ~skidu on deviantART
Oh did I mention I'm one of the bloggers chosen to try out blogger beta? It's cool and I can customize templates by dragging different sections and headers around! No, blogger didn't make me say that. I just found that feature pretty cool.
Anyway, I like watching hundreds of balloons being released at the same time, or better still, colour-coordinated balloons. It evokes feelings that haven't been given words to describe yet, but I don't mind the frustration of the limited descriptive vocabulary since it takes the magic out of floating balloons by concentrating on things to say and write, one's personal thoughts and reflections, habits of mind (ok yes I responded with wonderment and awe, but, y'know, whatever, etc.
No I won't!
I shan't put my blog on hiatus just because of exams! I shan't succumb to worldy ideas and expectations that only breed envy and hate!
So I shall comment on my exam papers and perhaps some in-depth discussion. (with myself, since everyone would be mugging for other exams, anyway.)
But. Just for the sake of proving that I've done my revision, here are mathematical formulae for finding out the volume of... well, stuff.
Vol. of pyramid= 1/3 * base area * height
Surface area of pyramid= base area + 4(1/2 * slant height * one side of base)
Vol. of cylinder= πr^2 * height
Surface area of cylinder= (Ï€d * height) + 2(Ï€r^2)
Vol. of cone= 1/3 * πr^2 * height
Surface area of cone= (Ï€ * radius * slant height) + (Ï€r^2)
Vol. of sphere= 4/3 * π * r^3
Surface area of sphere= 4Ï€r^2
I shall study Geography and E. Maths tomorrow... again.
So I shall comment on my exam papers and perhaps some in-depth discussion. (with myself, since everyone would be mugging for other exams, anyway.)
But. Just for the sake of proving that I've done my revision, here are mathematical formulae for finding out the volume of... well, stuff.
Vol. of pyramid= 1/3 * base area * height
Surface area of pyramid= base area + 4(1/2 * slant height * one side of base)
Vol. of cylinder= πr^2 * height
Surface area of cylinder= (Ï€d * height) + 2(Ï€r^2)
Vol. of cone= 1/3 * πr^2 * height
Surface area of cone= (Ï€ * radius * slant height) + (Ï€r^2)
Vol. of sphere= 4/3 * π * r^3
Surface area of sphere= 4Ï€r^2
I shall study Geography and E. Maths tomorrow... again.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
i may look like i'm about to give up but seriously, i'm not. but anyway
There are times when I want to holler,
SCREW YOU, FREAKIN EFFED-UP EDUCATION SYSTEM!!
But then I don't see what's the use because they'll probably just concoct some (and I quote from various sources) 'deliciously empowering' scheme to 'fix' the 'mis-guided youth of today'. WHAT'S THE USE? We aren't in the GEP or IP so who really listens to the average student who hasn't had enough enlightment to sort his angst into a pretty little Letter To The ST Forum. And yet, then again, it quickly becomes overshadowed by letters concerning a Mr Heng who has already paid his credit card bill but is still mistakenly held responsible for his supposed debts and wants to share his frustration with millions of other readers, or a Ms Lee who feels the need to complain about taxi drivers in Singapore.
So, still squeezing your eyes tightly at your neighbourhood schools who are overshadowed by the elite? Why should a child's life path already be decided when he is only 9? And then again at 12? And occasionally at 14?
We have, I'm afraid, become a nation breeding a generation with a manic obsession solely focused on achievements that give delusions of fulfillment. And still 'leading psychologists have found out that a little competition is healthy'. I'm not sure how many students would at this moment, come up and proudly justify this statement, unless lured by lavish media attention of sorts.
SCREW YOU, FREAKIN EFFED-UP EDUCATION SYSTEM!!
But then I don't see what's the use because they'll probably just concoct some (and I quote from various sources) 'deliciously empowering' scheme to 'fix' the 'mis-guided youth of today'. WHAT'S THE USE? We aren't in the GEP or IP so who really listens to the average student who hasn't had enough enlightment to sort his angst into a pretty little Letter To The ST Forum. And yet, then again, it quickly becomes overshadowed by letters concerning a Mr Heng who has already paid his credit card bill but is still mistakenly held responsible for his supposed debts and wants to share his frustration with millions of other readers, or a Ms Lee who feels the need to complain about taxi drivers in Singapore.
So, still squeezing your eyes tightly at your neighbourhood schools who are overshadowed by the elite? Why should a child's life path already be decided when he is only 9? And then again at 12? And occasionally at 14?
We have, I'm afraid, become a nation breeding a generation with a manic obsession solely focused on achievements that give delusions of fulfillment. And still 'leading psychologists have found out that a little competition is healthy'. I'm not sure how many students would at this moment, come up and proudly justify this statement, unless lured by lavish media attention of sorts.
Friday, September 29, 2006
The Name Meme
THE NAME MEME!
1.YOUR PORN STAR NAME
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Harriet Bishan
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack)
Ceylon Dulce De Leche Butter Cookies
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant)
Fairprice Max Brenner
4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):
Nosey Bishan
5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name)
slee
6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
Chinchilla Xinmin
7. YOUR BARFLY NAME
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink)
Twisties Frappucino
8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
Wan Heng Singapore
9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME
(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name):
Reese's Bells Zinner
10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):
Elizabeth Singtel
11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name)
leeang
1.YOUR PORN STAR NAME
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Harriet Bishan
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack)
Ceylon Dulce De Leche Butter Cookies
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant)
Fairprice Max Brenner
4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):
Nosey Bishan
5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name)
slee
6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
Chinchilla Xinmin
7. YOUR BARFLY NAME
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink)
Twisties Frappucino
8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
Wan Heng Singapore
9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME
(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name):
Reese's Bells Zinner
10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):
Elizabeth Singtel
11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name)
leeang
Thursday, September 21, 2006
A walk
Though sickly and nursing my inflammed throat with heavy doses of cold water to numb my pain (haha.), I'm still blogging about my journey down my school to bishan. Breathtaking, really, in a literal sense. But before I move on, just a tiny, simple statistic.
Comment: Hey, guess what? I walked all the way from school to Bishan!
Response: 4 out of 7 people asked 'Why??' immediately, suggesting incredulity or shock. The other three were people who understood people who enjoyed walking. So I guess that means we've been taking public transport for-granted and wouldn't really care if our grandparents had to walk that same distance everyday when they went to school, on that same mundane, boring path, eh? Haha.
Anyway,
I, Samuel Lee, had walked nearly 5 km from Hougang to Bishan, and found it quite calming on the nerves. It took about an hour and I snapped some photos on a puny VGA camera phone that had lasted me from a year and a half ago. I'm proud of my achievements and it gives me a sense of accomplishment and joy. (consider them modern-day polaroids) and view them here!
Or you can click that picture above too.
Comment: Hey, guess what? I walked all the way from school to Bishan!
Response: 4 out of 7 people asked 'Why??' immediately, suggesting incredulity or shock. The other three were people who understood people who enjoyed walking. So I guess that means we've been taking public transport for-granted and wouldn't really care if our grandparents had to walk that same distance everyday when they went to school, on that same mundane, boring path, eh? Haha.
Anyway,
I, Samuel Lee, had walked nearly 5 km from Hougang to Bishan, and found it quite calming on the nerves. It took about an hour and I snapped some photos on a puny VGA camera phone that had lasted me from a year and a half ago. I'm proud of my achievements and it gives me a sense of accomplishment and joy. (consider them modern-day polaroids) and view them here!
Or you can click that picture above too.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Another meme
I get all of these stuff from my sister XD
Which song reminds you of your parents?
Sorry I don't exactly associate my parents with mere songs
Which songs remind you of your friends?
Hey Ya by Outkast (it was the sec 1 orientation dance)
Fruits Basket opening theme (because I had that for my ringtone during the class chalet last year)
The Owls Go by Architecture In Helsinki (because that was probably the song playing at the time my iPod got stolen. Hmph.)
Beautiful by Belle & Sebastian
List 5 songs you're into now.
1) Puzzles Like You by Mojave 3
2) Black Cab by Jens Lekman
3) Abel by The National
4) Heartbeat by Annie
5) Wait by Get Set Go
ooh can I add a few more? =D
6) Everyday is a holiday (with you) by Esthero
7) Art Star by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
State 5 friends and state which song which friend reminds you of.
1) Andrea - So Long by Rilo Kiley
2) Elizabeth - Clear Spot by Pernice Brothers
3) Nicholas - Dial: Revenge by Mogwai
4) Ruimin - Sunrise by Norah Jones
5) Zizhao - Wandering Star by Portishead
Name 10 songs you have on your MP3/MP4.
(If I had another one? Hmph.)
1) Pin by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
2) Autemn Sweater by Yo La Tengo
3) Four Hours In Washington by M. Ward
4) Flowers In December by Mazzy Star
5) Magic Mountain by Blonde Redhead
6) Surfing On A Rocket by Air
7) Shiny by The Decemberists
8) Soft Like Me by Saint Etienne
9) Art Star by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
10) Garçon Glaçon by April March
Lastly, choose five people to do this quest ~
Preferably,
1) Elizabeth
2) Zizhao
3) Sherina
4) Nicholas
5) Gwendolyn
and everyone else
but I'll leave them to discover this and blog about it on their own.
Which song reminds you of your parents?
Sorry I don't exactly associate my parents with mere songs
Which songs remind you of your friends?
Hey Ya by Outkast (it was the sec 1 orientation dance)
Fruits Basket opening theme (because I had that for my ringtone during the class chalet last year)
The Owls Go by Architecture In Helsinki (because that was probably the song playing at the time my iPod got stolen. Hmph.)
Beautiful by Belle & Sebastian
List 5 songs you're into now.
1) Puzzles Like You by Mojave 3
2) Black Cab by Jens Lekman
3) Abel by The National
4) Heartbeat by Annie
5) Wait by Get Set Go
ooh can I add a few more? =D
6) Everyday is a holiday (with you) by Esthero
7) Art Star by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
State 5 friends and state which song which friend reminds you of.
1) Andrea - So Long by Rilo Kiley
2) Elizabeth - Clear Spot by Pernice Brothers
3) Nicholas - Dial: Revenge by Mogwai
4) Ruimin - Sunrise by Norah Jones
5) Zizhao - Wandering Star by Portishead
Name 10 songs you have on your MP3/MP4.
(If I had another one? Hmph.)
1) Pin by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
2) Autemn Sweater by Yo La Tengo
3) Four Hours In Washington by M. Ward
4) Flowers In December by Mazzy Star
5) Magic Mountain by Blonde Redhead
6) Surfing On A Rocket by Air
7) Shiny by The Decemberists
8) Soft Like Me by Saint Etienne
9) Art Star by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
10) Garçon Glaçon by April March
Lastly, choose five people to do this quest ~
Preferably,
1) Elizabeth
2) Zizhao
3) Sherina
4) Nicholas
5) Gwendolyn
and everyone else
but I'll leave them to discover this and blog about it on their own.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Easy-peasy French Cooking
I decided to make a Rather French-ishyesque Dinner today. And I had no idea it was so simple! All I had to do was caramelized some onions, boil spaghetti and pour white pasta sauce (albeit with Japanese mushrooms and bacon) and serve. Interestingly, I decided to heat up some chicken pieces with cheese over them just in case the spaghetti didn't turn out well. (It was kinda like the first time I was cooking spaghetti, you see).
I love onions!
I've been rather interested in cooking these days, I realize. Especially after the Home Econs SA1 Practical incident in which my butter cookies went very wrong at first but really delicious in the end (due to the over-use of butter and frantic adding-of brandy to the initially slimy and horribly oily dough). Sandwiching them with generous spreads of Dulce De Leche squished in-between them only added to the risk of heart-disease from one piece. (I mean, double the butter and brandy mixture with caramelized condensed milk.) Health nuts, diabetics and the cholestrol-conscious would all probably squirm with disgust by now, but I'm beginning to dismiss the oxymoron of 'healthy and delicious' cooking. Because delicious food isn't possible without even the remotest trace of fat or cholestrol, so probably the solution to get around this is to eat a really cold salad consisting of celery, with all that negative calories. And perhaps, a cube of cheese or two?
Besides, cooking takes my mind away from conspiracy theories, darker and hidden agendas, and issues concerning the socially-challenged inevitably blamed for being outcast.
I love onions!
I've been rather interested in cooking these days, I realize. Especially after the Home Econs SA1 Practical incident in which my butter cookies went very wrong at first but really delicious in the end (due to the over-use of butter and frantic adding-of brandy to the initially slimy and horribly oily dough). Sandwiching them with generous spreads of Dulce De Leche squished in-between them only added to the risk of heart-disease from one piece. (I mean, double the butter and brandy mixture with caramelized condensed milk.) Health nuts, diabetics and the cholestrol-conscious would all probably squirm with disgust by now, but I'm beginning to dismiss the oxymoron of 'healthy and delicious' cooking. Because delicious food isn't possible without even the remotest trace of fat or cholestrol, so probably the solution to get around this is to eat a really cold salad consisting of celery, with all that negative calories. And perhaps, a cube of cheese or two?
Besides, cooking takes my mind away from conspiracy theories, darker and hidden agendas, and issues concerning the socially-challenged inevitably blamed for being outcast.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Yep it's finally done
I've been talking about creating a blog solely for poems and prose. Well, here it is. I've tried to cut down on my very bad habit of surrealism in my first piece :)
I Am The Starfish And The Sea Breezes Past Me
I Am The Starfish And The Sea Breezes Past Me
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Saturday Morning Inspiration
Thanks to Judith's constant-singing-of-praise of CAP, I'm thinking of starting preperations for my portfolio now. I'm going to create a blog and I'm gonna post poetry there.
That is, once I have time.
Gah.
That is, once I have time.
Gah.
just another blog meme about music
Open your Music, and hit Shuffle, and write the artist and the title of the song, next to each question.
Soundtrack of your life
Opening Credits: Belleville Rendez-vous by The Triplets of Belleville
Waking Up Scene: Born To Make You Happy by Britney Spears
Car Driving Scene: World Looking In by Morcheeba
High School Flashback Scene: Open Sea Theme - The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Nostalgic Scene: Yellowcard - Breathe Your Name by Sixpence None The Richer
Bitter, Angry Scene: In The Bath by Lemon Jelly (huh?? my music's so juxtaposed)
Break-up Scene: The Point Of No Return from The Phantom of The Opera (how fitting. For once)
Agony scene: Love is Everywhere I Go by Sam Philips (which is supposed to be a happy-lazy song)
Regret Scene: Proof by Coldplay
Nightclub/Bar Scene: Perfume by Sparks
Fight/Action Scene: It's Oh So Quiet by Bjork (which can be rather schizo)
Lawn Mowing Scene: Clear Spot by Pernice Brothers
Sad, breakdown scene: Simple Kind Of Life - by No Doubt
Death Scene: Dilworth's Theme by Saint Etienne
Funeral Scene: Enter Laughing by Electrelane
Mellow/Pot-smoking Scene: Come Down on Me by Lemon Jelly
Dreaming About Someone Scene: 99 Luftballons by Nena
Sex Scene ( eww!): Dancing with Myself by The Donnas
Contemplation Scene: Girl Singing In the Wreckage by Black Box Recorder
Chase Scene: Sweet Dreams are Made of These by Eurythmics
Happy Love Scene: Sadness by Enigma (right.)
Happy Friend Scene: Scarborough Fair by Vienna Boy's Choir
Closing Credits: Victor's Piano Solo by Danny Elfman
Soundtrack of your life
Opening Credits: Belleville Rendez-vous by The Triplets of Belleville
Waking Up Scene: Born To Make You Happy by Britney Spears
Car Driving Scene: World Looking In by Morcheeba
High School Flashback Scene: Open Sea Theme - The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Nostalgic Scene: Yellowcard - Breathe Your Name by Sixpence None The Richer
Bitter, Angry Scene: In The Bath by Lemon Jelly (huh?? my music's so juxtaposed)
Break-up Scene: The Point Of No Return from The Phantom of The Opera (how fitting. For once)
Agony scene: Love is Everywhere I Go by Sam Philips (which is supposed to be a happy-lazy song)
Regret Scene: Proof by Coldplay
Nightclub/Bar Scene: Perfume by Sparks
Fight/Action Scene: It's Oh So Quiet by Bjork (which can be rather schizo)
Lawn Mowing Scene: Clear Spot by Pernice Brothers
Sad, breakdown scene: Simple Kind Of Life - by No Doubt
Death Scene: Dilworth's Theme by Saint Etienne
Funeral Scene: Enter Laughing by Electrelane
Mellow/Pot-smoking Scene: Come Down on Me by Lemon Jelly
Dreaming About Someone Scene: 99 Luftballons by Nena
Sex Scene ( eww!): Dancing with Myself by The Donnas
Contemplation Scene: Girl Singing In the Wreckage by Black Box Recorder
Chase Scene: Sweet Dreams are Made of These by Eurythmics
Happy Love Scene: Sadness by Enigma (right.)
Happy Friend Scene: Scarborough Fair by Vienna Boy's Choir
Closing Credits: Victor's Piano Solo by Danny Elfman
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Wednesday
It's finally Wednesday! The only day this week that I'm totally completely free!
Sadly, I don't really know how to spend it.
I've been thinking of getting that pencil case for a long time now...
Heh heh. No. Must... abstain... from... spending... more... money... Because I've spent about $10 yesterday on sushi-on-a-conveyor-belt.
I've been thinking of getting that pair of havaianas for a long time now...
ARGH!
I'll be going out later with my mum and esther to visit different areas of the Singapore Biennale later. Do pray for me, I can't seem to stop spending money!
I really do need a wallet...
No, actually, I'm fine with my present one. It has kinda grown into me.
I think I'll try to cook dinner again. I'll just need to buy some of those things i saw in NTUC.
See? Idleness revolves around contemplations of spenditure.
Sadly, I don't really know how to spend it.
I've been thinking of getting that pencil case for a long time now...
Heh heh. No. Must... abstain... from... spending... more... money... Because I've spent about $10 yesterday on sushi-on-a-conveyor-belt.
I've been thinking of getting that pair of havaianas for a long time now...
ARGH!
I'll be going out later with my mum and esther to visit different areas of the Singapore Biennale later. Do pray for me, I can't seem to stop spending money!
I really do need a wallet...
No, actually, I'm fine with my present one. It has kinda grown into me.
I think I'll try to cook dinner again. I'll just need to buy some of those things i saw in NTUC.
See? Idleness revolves around contemplations of spenditure.
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