I'm feeling gloomy (as usual) again right now because tomorrow at 8am I shall be going to the SL camp. I don't like camps. They take up all my time and freedom (or rather, illusion of it). So, my bags are all packed and I'm mentally prepared for the worst, e.g. games involving waterbombs, games involving The Night and Torchlights, games that bond bond bond. Gah. I'd rather sit in an auditorium and listen to lectures, thank you very much.
So how did I spend the last 24 hours before The Camp? I had choir and then I went for a dinner with my parents. Think, sort of haute chinese cuisine. I would have put up pictures but I have to sleep now in preparation of The Camp. I need to fall sick by tomorrow morning.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
My Sunday: A nearly-photographic journey
Last Sunday after church my family went shopping. Because it's the Great Singapore Sale now and we only go serious shopping during sales.
Random thing: Here's a picture of my sister reading a book while in church. It's by Nick Hornby. (the book, I mean)
Then I went to kinokuniya to buy more books. In a while you'll see Esther reading yet another book but anyway, we went to art-friend after that. It's so very big. But it's that way with art supply stores. I think the one here was bigger than the one at Bras Basar Complex. And there were other art and craft shops too. But another one that caught my eye was bookbinders which was just so cool, though they remind me also of Prints with their 30 dollar fabric notebooks and $90 fabric holders.
But really this post is more befitting of the title 'Praise for Art-Friend' because I LOVE this store. Here's just some of the stuff they have (which I discreetly took with an aging camera phone).
Just look at all those brushes! Better than Popular, I'd say.
And those sketchbooks and sheets of catridge paper and huge A2 drawing blocks and watercolor paper and oil painting pads and oil and soft pastel pads in three colors!
What can I say? (at this juncuture I realize that the 'W' key on my keyboard isn't working properly because it's rather desensitized and i have to stab it violently before it works. Stupid Ws.) Pantone markers by Letraset! And there's so much more really.
After visiting Bookbinders, I sat outside while waiting for my parents. And took this panorama thingy from the bench.
Then we went to Food Republic (that never seemed quiet) to attempt to find seat to have dinner. Well we found seats and my sister and I ordered beef noodles out of convenience because our dad was planning to buy beef noodles too. Okay, I was kinda expecting the Yoshinoya kind of beef but I was so. Seriously. Wrong. (I've led such a sheltered life—sigh)
This bowl of beef noodles MAY seem harmless and at the same time, sinfully delicious but—
It's just sinful. Well, delicious for a while until i bit into what seemed like a tongue (and rather long tastebuds. I knew it was a tongue because I could still distinguish its dissected muscles and tendons that looked like a drawing out of Gray's Anatomy). gah I can't get over that feeling of having two tongues simultaniously in my mouth. But tongues aren't so bad really. Until I sank my teeth into a soft and pleasantly chewy piece of meat (that wobbled and shone with all that sauce on). I guess my sister also fished out a fatty, oddly shaped thing from her bowl and asked my dad what it was, after the tongue-in-my-noodles scare. And to my horror he told her it was actually stomach. Now if there's something in the world that I wouldn't eat for a freakin googolplex of simoleons (besides liver or any insect with long and sometimes hairy legs), it's kway chap. And kway chap is kway chap because of its intestines and stomach and God-knows-what. And it tastes and looks really odd because the sauce that it's drenched in looks sorta like blood if you squint your eyes really hard and look through red cellophane paper. I don't even want to know that thing in the buttom of my bowl is. A heart? A lung? A spleen? Why am I even trying guess, anyway?
Up till here I haven't mentioned my mum. She was waiting for her famous Hokkien Mee somewhere 20 metres away while all this was happening. So finally after my dad bought drinks and one of the cleaning staff took away our empty and not-so-empty bowls, my mum returned, triumphant, with a plate of Oyster Omelet and her Hokkien Mee.
This is my sister reading another book: (at this point in time everyone's going to bed but she accidently turns off the switches for my internet connection.)
Then we went to Topmen because I was looking for a belt. And after spending nearly an hour in there, I finally decided on a $13 brown fabric belt, from my initial $40something faux-retro leather belt with white stripes on blue (which personally, I preferred). You know, if not for my parents, I would never have been able to spot flaws in design.
And these are some pictures of the returning-home process:
And this is the chocolate that I bought today when I went to Compasspoint after debate with Elizabeth and Hazel.
Yum ^^
Random thing: Here's a picture of my sister reading a book while in church. It's by Nick Hornby. (the book, I mean)
Then I went to kinokuniya to buy more books. In a while you'll see Esther reading yet another book but anyway, we went to art-friend after that. It's so very big. But it's that way with art supply stores. I think the one here was bigger than the one at Bras Basar Complex. And there were other art and craft shops too. But another one that caught my eye was bookbinders which was just so cool, though they remind me also of Prints with their 30 dollar fabric notebooks and $90 fabric holders.
But really this post is more befitting of the title 'Praise for Art-Friend' because I LOVE this store. Here's just some of the stuff they have (which I discreetly took with an aging camera phone).
Just look at all those brushes! Better than Popular, I'd say.
And those sketchbooks and sheets of catridge paper and huge A2 drawing blocks and watercolor paper and oil painting pads and oil and soft pastel pads in three colors!
What can I say? (at this juncuture I realize that the 'W' key on my keyboard isn't working properly because it's rather desensitized and i have to stab it violently before it works. Stupid Ws.) Pantone markers by Letraset! And there's so much more really.
After visiting Bookbinders, I sat outside while waiting for my parents. And took this panorama thingy from the bench.
Then we went to Food Republic (that never seemed quiet) to attempt to find seat to have dinner. Well we found seats and my sister and I ordered beef noodles out of convenience because our dad was planning to buy beef noodles too. Okay, I was kinda expecting the Yoshinoya kind of beef but I was so. Seriously. Wrong. (I've led such a sheltered life—sigh)
This bowl of beef noodles MAY seem harmless and at the same time, sinfully delicious but—
It's just sinful. Well, delicious for a while until i bit into what seemed like a tongue (and rather long tastebuds. I knew it was a tongue because I could still distinguish its dissected muscles and tendons that looked like a drawing out of Gray's Anatomy). gah I can't get over that feeling of having two tongues simultaniously in my mouth. But tongues aren't so bad really. Until I sank my teeth into a soft and pleasantly chewy piece of meat (that wobbled and shone with all that sauce on). I guess my sister also fished out a fatty, oddly shaped thing from her bowl and asked my dad what it was, after the tongue-in-my-noodles scare. And to my horror he told her it was actually stomach. Now if there's something in the world that I wouldn't eat for a freakin googolplex of simoleons (besides liver or any insect with long and sometimes hairy legs), it's kway chap. And kway chap is kway chap because of its intestines and stomach and God-knows-what. And it tastes and looks really odd because the sauce that it's drenched in looks sorta like blood if you squint your eyes really hard and look through red cellophane paper. I don't even want to know that thing in the buttom of my bowl is. A heart? A lung? A spleen? Why am I even trying guess, anyway?
Up till here I haven't mentioned my mum. She was waiting for her famous Hokkien Mee somewhere 20 metres away while all this was happening. So finally after my dad bought drinks and one of the cleaning staff took away our empty and not-so-empty bowls, my mum returned, triumphant, with a plate of Oyster Omelet and her Hokkien Mee.
This is my sister reading another book: (at this point in time everyone's going to bed but she accidently turns off the switches for my internet connection.)
Then we went to Topmen because I was looking for a belt. And after spending nearly an hour in there, I finally decided on a $13 brown fabric belt, from my initial $40something faux-retro leather belt with white stripes on blue (which personally, I preferred). You know, if not for my parents, I would never have been able to spot flaws in design.
And these are some pictures of the returning-home process:
And this is the chocolate that I bought today when I went to Compasspoint after debate with Elizabeth and Hazel.
Yum ^^
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Results
English - 72.4 (A2)
Literature - 74.8 (sort of A1 if you round up)
E Maths - 82 (A1)
History - 66 (B3)
Art - 84 (A1)
Science - 70.8 (A2)
Design and Technology - 63 (B4)
Chinese - 55 (C5 -.-)
Literature - 74.8 (sort of A1 if you round up)
E Maths - 82 (A1)
History - 66 (B3)
Art - 84 (A1)
Science - 70.8 (A2)
Design and Technology - 63 (B4)
Chinese - 55 (C5 -.-)
Friday, May 19, 2006
okay I've hit breaking point.
I nearly wanted to type out an angry post filled with swear words but I think I need to calm myself down and not waste my energy by drowning in a vat of Milo.
I'm done a drawing entirely in a blue 0.38 gel pen and I want to scan it. It's filled with angst.
I'm feeling angsty these few days. Over exam results. Over people you thought you could depend on. Over conceited, self-centred, attention seeking woe is me hypocrites to their own emotions. Over the insensitivity of every single being on earth, wanting to speak their mind at the expense of other people's feelings. Over ingenuine concern that nearly every person has. Over every fucking object on earth.
Don't tell me. I know I need to chill. But I think I feel less uneasy like this. Don't suddenly start to think gasp Samuel's so insensitive and difficult to please and so proud and stuck up and arrogant and unkind but still, I know there are people out there who deserve better treatment by their peers. There are people who seem happy but they really aren't; on the other hand there are people who would rather feel happy by being depressed. There are people who change. It's not they're fault. So just accept them for who they've turned into. Or so I have learnt, the hard way. Just appreciate the diversity that we have and be yourself, not give criticism to those that are not what we expect them to turn out to be.
This post is so contradictory but I don't care anymore.
I'm done a drawing entirely in a blue 0.38 gel pen and I want to scan it. It's filled with angst.
I'm feeling angsty these few days. Over exam results. Over people you thought you could depend on. Over conceited, self-centred, attention seeking woe is me hypocrites to their own emotions. Over the insensitivity of every single being on earth, wanting to speak their mind at the expense of other people's feelings. Over ingenuine concern that nearly every person has. Over every fucking object on earth.
Don't tell me. I know I need to chill. But I think I feel less uneasy like this. Don't suddenly start to think gasp Samuel's so insensitive and difficult to please and so proud and stuck up and arrogant and unkind but still, I know there are people out there who deserve better treatment by their peers. There are people who seem happy but they really aren't; on the other hand there are people who would rather feel happy by being depressed. There are people who change. It's not they're fault. So just accept them for who they've turned into. Or so I have learnt, the hard way. Just appreciate the diversity that we have and be yourself, not give criticism to those that are not what we expect them to turn out to be.
This post is so contradictory but I don't care anymore.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
a beautiful weekend
This rapid degenaration of brain cells. It's spreading :(
I have a headache. I have to live debate breathe debate think debate sleep debate dream debate draw debate. I have the words 'Sustainable Development' stuck in my head. I can hear it breathing!!
It's just so difficult to be preparing for both sides because you're saying this and while you're prepping there's this mini-debate in your head already rebutting and counter-rebutting and POI-ing and 'wouldn't you agree with me sir/ma'm?'-ing. Multiply that by the number of points you introduce in ever argument as your prepare. Nerve wrecking, I can tell you now.
I think debate does wonders for the brain. Because just a few weeks ago of rarely speaking due to exams, I couldn't properly articulate my thoughts (and that would have been just horrifying).
And there's going to be a hair check very soon, hints Mr Singh at silent moments of mortification. And it's so irritating that they have to do it at this time (of all times) because my hair is neither short nor too-long but and I can't do anything about it but I'm not sure whether I should do anything about it and it's so depressing I've been worrying about it for the whole freaking weekend!! Like whatever I'm just upset when people can't accept others for who they are. I should start accepting some people for who they are. Really. It's not like it's their fault I don't like talking or even associating with them. It's just my flawed mentality. I'm not being sarcastic. Shoot me if I snigger suddenly.
Hey and I've just missed the deadline for the VJC and NJC IP programs! Looks like I would be STUCK wearing secondary school uniforms for another 2 whole freaking years So it's rather upsetting. But I've thought through the consequences of going for the Integrated Program actually. VJC is nearly 2 hours away from my house (and also NJ) and maybe I might not be ready for this pace of learning. I mean, I don't even have an A1 for science (although someone does and it makes me just very unhappy, ya know) and I did so badly for science and maths CA1. I just hope my mid-year exams can help to get into the 1A3 stream.
I'm so disappointed.
At least there's debate now to look forward to.
I have a headache. I have to live debate breathe debate think debate sleep debate dream debate draw debate. I have the words 'Sustainable Development' stuck in my head. I can hear it breathing!!
It's just so difficult to be preparing for both sides because you're saying this and while you're prepping there's this mini-debate in your head already rebutting and counter-rebutting and POI-ing and 'wouldn't you agree with me sir/ma'm?'-ing. Multiply that by the number of points you introduce in ever argument as your prepare. Nerve wrecking, I can tell you now.
I think debate does wonders for the brain. Because just a few weeks ago of rarely speaking due to exams, I couldn't properly articulate my thoughts (and that would have been just horrifying).
And there's going to be a hair check very soon, hints Mr Singh at silent moments of mortification. And it's so irritating that they have to do it at this time (of all times) because my hair is neither short nor too-long but and I can't do anything about it but I'm not sure whether I should do anything about it and it's so depressing I've been worrying about it for the whole freaking weekend!! Like whatever I'm just upset when people can't accept others for who they are. I should start accepting some people for who they are. Really. It's not like it's their fault I don't like talking or even associating with them. It's just my flawed mentality. I'm not being sarcastic. Shoot me if I snigger suddenly.
Hey and I've just missed the deadline for the VJC and NJC IP programs! Looks like I would be STUCK wearing secondary school uniforms for another 2 whole freaking years So it's rather upsetting. But I've thought through the consequences of going for the Integrated Program actually. VJC is nearly 2 hours away from my house (and also NJ) and maybe I might not be ready for this pace of learning. I mean, I don't even have an A1 for science (although someone does and it makes me just very unhappy, ya know) and I did so badly for science and maths CA1. I just hope my mid-year exams can help to get into the 1A3 stream.
I'm so disappointed.
At least there's debate now to look forward to.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
there's debate at 8.30
Nicholas called me just now and I suddenly found myself doodling this thing. Kinda groovy huh?
Monday, May 08, 2006
well imagine that.
I did that last year when I was still young and naive. I miss the ignorance and lack of self-consciousness I had when I was sec 1.
Who reads my blog anyway?? Posting all my thoughts in anticipation of a discussion only results in avant-garde surrealist experimentalist style comments in my tag-board. I miss my online friends I had in the past. Ellie, Rida, Nini, Sussi, Ea, Phil, Josh, Willow, Opal, Glo, Dee, or anyone else whom I had missed out, if you're reading this, I miss you :weep I miss the Madhouse :weep etc.
English Paper 1 today was kinda crappy. I wrote the descriptive composition of a bus ride and I nearly felt asleep because bus rides remind me of dozing off. Heh.
Then after the break I returned to class, only to to find that I have A2 for science CA1. That's not enough for the 1A3 stream I need to apply for. Guess who scored the highest. Some people have ALL the time to study. I'm rather peeved.
Then Andrea told me that the motion for next Monday's debate tournament has been released, bringing me to a frantic panic machine.
History Paper was okay.. with rather forgettable questions. Just that I think section c is going to pull me down alot. Were those meant to be essay questions??? I only wrote like, 8 lines for a 6 mark question!!! There wasn't much to write about anyway.
Then I went home, but not before waiting for 55 for about 20 minutes. I don't like the time schedules for 55 in the afternoons.
I can't wait for English Paper 2 tomorrow. But I can wait for the summary.
I can't wait for Maths Paper 1 tomorrow. Maths is fun.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
I can think of no title at the moment
Some links that I have clicked on today:
— UIN/FIN Algorithm or rather, something cool to do with your NRIC number.
— Threadless
— vPOST A cool new way to order stuff from the USA and Japan
That's about it because I was eating my dad's birthday cake. Which was this mocha flavoured thing from BreadTalk, but the comparatively enormous chocolate mug on top that was filled with cream was heavenly. (In a counter-culture against slim and skinny ideals sort of way)
Yes, and the elections... I'm ratherglad we live in Singapore. Look at a few other nations. Riots and unrest breakout, usually after the election results come out. Look at Singapore. In half a day, the results come out, people celebrate, all is happy and well. I guess it might be due to the predictable nature of our politics.
There's English Paper 1 and History Paper tomorrow! I'm rather looking forward to them. I just hope that I have enough time to complete my essays and compositions. Which I totally suck at. You know, time-management and the pre-adult understanding of time. Yeah. I'm vague as usual. I apologize. blahblahblah.
— UIN/FIN Algorithm or rather, something cool to do with your NRIC number.
— Threadless
— vPOST A cool new way to order stuff from the USA and Japan
That's about it because I was eating my dad's birthday cake. Which was this mocha flavoured thing from BreadTalk, but the comparatively enormous chocolate mug on top that was filled with cream was heavenly. (In a counter-culture against slim and skinny ideals sort of way)
Yes, and the elections... I'm ratherglad we live in Singapore. Look at a few other nations. Riots and unrest breakout, usually after the election results come out. Look at Singapore. In half a day, the results come out, people celebrate, all is happy and well. I guess it might be due to the predictable nature of our politics.
There's English Paper 1 and History Paper tomorrow! I'm rather looking forward to them. I just hope that I have enough time to complete my essays and compositions. Which I totally suck at. You know, time-management and the pre-adult understanding of time. Yeah. I'm vague as usual. I apologize. blahblahblah.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Reminiscent of a pale past
So it's 12.01 am now. I'm blogging on a new Saturday.
And I was looking through my archive. Here's what I wrote a little more than a year ago in May.
A Life
Yesterday i nearly died coz i havent done so much homework, then the !%^& history project not nice enough....then it was like, most of the things i do on my own.....as usual. Then Jun da always want me in his grp coz then i can do EVEYFUKKINTHING in the project. so damn annoying. but aniwaes...
I re-ran my 2.4km again today. Then halfway through i couldn't breathe lor..then i felt like collapsing like that...then when i finish running i suddenly saw ching yi at the school gate already. then i was like, omfgwtf...he completed so early? then i pretend to be nice and asked him. and it turns out he gave up halfway. TYPICAL....... ¬¬ Good thing this time i clocked 13.40. still very bad but at least i pass lar......
tomorrow got bloody choral bloody speaking. so damn fukked up. i hate i hate i hate i hate >_< stupid akawakawaka lamerrr
And I shall use the wonderful skills/powers of reflecting that my wonderful marvelous supercalifragilisticexpelidociously amazing school has thought me.
- I don't remember any particular history projectOH!IREMEMBERNOW.
- I can't believe that I was once so incapable of running 2.4 km in under 13 minutes.
- Somehow that Chong Yi At The School Gate incident feels like it had only happened a week ago.
- And there was choral speaking the next day. Which means I felt angst and rage as I slept.
(zoom back to present)
Mother Tongue paper 1 and 2 was so-so. Except that I have this sad sick feeling that the letter-writing bit is not of passing standard. I'm rather looking forward to Monday's exams though. English Paper 1 and History. Looks like I'll be needing to stock up on pens during the weekend. But I still can't stand formal letter writing. It's like they're training us how to criticize management departments of companies at such a tender age. Ok that remark was only in jest of the hope of liberation from severe political correctness.
And afterwards I felt annoyed at myself for not putting in the effort that I needed to put in for Chinese. And to the social and educational reforms in the past century that have made me bitter and cynical of things to come. And you can raise your eyebrows in expectations of substantiation, and wondering why my sentence structure sub-department in my language department is suddenly so bad. The only conjuction I can think of now is 'and'. And and and and. I could tear out my hair in frustration!
But anyway Singapore's Polling Day is tomorrow. I'm not into politics but I strongly feel that as Singaporeans, it is our responsibility to be tracking the campaigns and rallies because they all play a part in our future. Our future. Not just the government's, or the future of those who are in the GRCs that are more heavily involved. And one day the generations after us will be sitting in the classroom as their teacher gives them a social studies lesson and makes them obligated to memorize the important dates, eg. 6 May 2006.
My drooping eyes and fatigued mind are a sign that I need/crave sleep. I shall not wake up until 12 noon later. Which means as I sleep, Singaporean voters will decide their leaders. Which means I shouldn't be sleeping til so late. Which means etc. etc.
And I was looking through my archive. Here's what I wrote a little more than a year ago in May.
A Life
Yesterday i nearly died coz i havent done so much homework, then the !%^& history project not nice enough....then it was like, most of the things i do on my own.....as usual. Then Jun da always want me in his grp coz then i can do EVEYFUKKINTHING in the project. so damn annoying. but aniwaes...
I re-ran my 2.4km again today. Then halfway through i couldn't breathe lor..then i felt like collapsing like that...then when i finish running i suddenly saw ching yi at the school gate already. then i was like, omfgwtf...he completed so early? then i pretend to be nice and asked him. and it turns out he gave up halfway. TYPICAL....... ¬¬ Good thing this time i clocked 13.40. still very bad but at least i pass lar......
tomorrow got bloody choral bloody speaking. so damn fukked up. i hate i hate i hate i hate >_< stupid akawakawaka lamerrr
And I shall use the wonderful skills/powers of reflecting that my wonderful marvelous supercalifragilisticexpelidociously amazing school has thought me.
- I don't remember any particular history projectOH!IREMEMBERNOW.
- I can't believe that I was once so incapable of running 2.4 km in under 13 minutes.
- Somehow that Chong Yi At The School Gate incident feels like it had only happened a week ago.
- And there was choral speaking the next day. Which means I felt angst and rage as I slept.
(zoom back to present)
Mother Tongue paper 1 and 2 was so-so. Except that I have this sad sick feeling that the letter-writing bit is not of passing standard. I'm rather looking forward to Monday's exams though. English Paper 1 and History. Looks like I'll be needing to stock up on pens during the weekend. But I still can't stand formal letter writing. It's like they're training us how to criticize management departments of companies at such a tender age. Ok that remark was only in jest of the hope of liberation from severe political correctness.
And afterwards I felt annoyed at myself for not putting in the effort that I needed to put in for Chinese. And to the social and educational reforms in the past century that have made me bitter and cynical of things to come. And you can raise your eyebrows in expectations of substantiation, and wondering why my sentence structure sub-department in my language department is suddenly so bad. The only conjuction I can think of now is 'and'. And and and and. I could tear out my hair in frustration!
But anyway Singapore's Polling Day is tomorrow. I'm not into politics but I strongly feel that as Singaporeans, it is our responsibility to be tracking the campaigns and rallies because they all play a part in our future. Our future. Not just the government's, or the future of those who are in the GRCs that are more heavily involved. And one day the generations after us will be sitting in the classroom as their teacher gives them a social studies lesson and makes them obligated to memorize the important dates, eg. 6 May 2006.
My drooping eyes and fatigued mind are a sign that I need/crave sleep. I shall not wake up until 12 noon later. Which means as I sleep, Singaporean voters will decide their leaders. Which means I shouldn't be sleeping til so late. Which means etc. etc.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The cryptic blog post
It's beyond our control anyway. It's not like it's a world that revolves around one particular person who controls all friendships and freaking shallow pool of friends/aquaintances. But it's cool, duncha think, that everywhere you go you can wave your hands, you'll always have people at your sides and even better—you can ALL go toilet together! Then you'll have people to Pei you everywhere, and the people who Pangseh you will be so out of your circle of friends. You can carry your tote bags everywhere with you now! To go shopping for ballet pumps, sling bags that aren't cool in your eyes anymore, super cute keychains and graphic tees that claim to be art. I mean, now that surf brands are not acceptable now, you need to venture your field of expertise in making the normal people sick, right? Crumpler, Zinc, Billabong, Roxy. They once used be cooler ya know. Blech! Fashion, over my dead body, huh. See? Even my toes are laughing at such crude unoriginality
And I also can't figure out how people can look like okay-people but become freaking anal when they start talking. Lord help me.
I am deranged. I am also estranged from the people whom I thought could all grow old together and bring our grandchildren for walks down, say, the central business district, and sit in al fresco cafés to reminisce the past to match our bittersweet mocha. But I'm okay with dreaming of idealistic fantasies that I doubt will ever materialize.
And I also can't figure out how people can look like okay-people but become freaking anal when they start talking. Lord help me.
I am deranged. I am also estranged from the people whom I thought could all grow old together and bring our grandchildren for walks down, say, the central business district, and sit in al fresco cafés to reminisce the past to match our bittersweet mocha. But I'm okay with dreaming of idealistic fantasies that I doubt will ever materialize.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Fake Model Photography
They're easy. They're cute. They are addictive. It's fake model photography! And, there's a flikr group too!
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