i have this sad feeling that I've sold my soul for a 4 point L1R5 :|
OK i probably feel more horrible now because doing research for drug trafficking motions are, well, depressing to say the least.
But I'm happy cos there's an A maths test tomorrow!
I love algebra :D I dislike graphs but I love the curvy wavy lines!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Integration, Surds, Inverse Matrices, oh my!
there once was boy
who got so sick of school in P5
that he had to resort to faking disease to stay at home to revise
and enjoy what was left of his childhood
there once was boy
who enjoys informing friends of his colour-blindness
and savouring their amazed
and mostly disturbed expressions
when told that the green and red files they waved mockingly in front of him
all appeared as black patches in his eyes
there once was a boy
who suddenly grew up
and got so boring
that his abhorrence towards
poor grammar and boring sentence structure
became predominant themes in his blog
much to the dismay of many loved ones
there once was a boy
who enjoyed debating
singing, planning, writing,
cooking (playing with food),
doing algebra, performing music,
reading, playing around with orchids,
drawing, painting,
and watching plays
though not all at the same time
which was a pity, because if a week
was 70 days long,
life could have perhaps been
more accomodating
there once was a boy
who,
suddenly
one day,
realized that SYF was undermining
the joy of singing and performing
and was again reminded of 6 hellish years in primary school
and to his horror, realized that
the one thing that he once looked forward to each week
has turned into 2 and a half hours of
insane, traumatizing, hurting, torturing,
bitter, agonizing, tormenting, vicious
ugly, depressing, sickening, spiteful
hateful, weary, worrisome, joyless and unbelievably negative experiences that don't deserve a pleasant and pleasing sentence structure in any poem however bleak or darkly poetic it may seem but whatever you know I'm just too tired and angry to write any more rubbish or let alone sing rubbish or speak rubbish and get rubbish back but everyone's being so rubbishy I just can't understand moronic behaviour or even speak of it cos who cares it's rubish anyway but who hears me I haven't been angsty for a long time but it builds up when everywhere I go I never fail to see at least something in my field of view that's getting into my nerves oh well it's not the fault of people that they may be insensitive at times but when they seem so deaf sometimes i feel like ripping their throats out dammit so they'll finally listen instead of flopping around while people are trying to cover up for them. Ugh.
I hope that's now out of my system!
no it isn't, yet. because
shucks I'm already getting a headache from practice just now. It's not funny if teachers are getting so worried for us and only a handful of people are practising so hard only for the less passionate ones to ruin everything. Fffffh. Which is why I lose my appetite before every choir practice. And that's why I've grown into hating Wednesdays and Fridays, because I anticipate feeling the pits after every practice now.
who got so sick of school in P5
that he had to resort to faking disease to stay at home to revise
and enjoy what was left of his childhood
there once was boy
who enjoys informing friends of his colour-blindness
and savouring their amazed
and mostly disturbed expressions
when told that the green and red files they waved mockingly in front of him
all appeared as black patches in his eyes
there once was a boy
who suddenly grew up
and got so boring
that his abhorrence towards
poor grammar and boring sentence structure
became predominant themes in his blog
much to the dismay of many loved ones
there once was a boy
who enjoyed debating
singing, planning, writing,
cooking (playing with food),
doing algebra, performing music,
reading, playing around with orchids,
drawing, painting,
and watching plays
though not all at the same time
which was a pity, because if a week
was 70 days long,
life could have perhaps been
more accomodating
there once was a boy
who,
suddenly
one day,
realized that SYF was undermining
the joy of singing and performing
and was again reminded of 6 hellish years in primary school
and to his horror, realized that
the one thing that he once looked forward to each week
has turned into 2 and a half hours of
insane, traumatizing, hurting, torturing,
bitter, agonizing, tormenting, vicious
ugly, depressing, sickening, spiteful
hateful, weary, worrisome, joyless and unbelievably negative experiences that don't deserve a pleasant and pleasing sentence structure in any poem however bleak or darkly poetic it may seem but whatever you know I'm just too tired and angry to write any more rubbish or let alone sing rubbish or speak rubbish and get rubbish back but everyone's being so rubbishy I just can't understand moronic behaviour or even speak of it cos who cares it's rubish anyway but who hears me I haven't been angsty for a long time but it builds up when everywhere I go I never fail to see at least something in my field of view that's getting into my nerves oh well it's not the fault of people that they may be insensitive at times but when they seem so deaf sometimes i feel like ripping their throats out dammit so they'll finally listen instead of flopping around while people are trying to cover up for them. Ugh.
I hope that's now out of my system!
no it isn't, yet. because
shucks I'm already getting a headache from practice just now. It's not funny if teachers are getting so worried for us and only a handful of people are practising so hard only for the less passionate ones to ruin everything. Fffffh. Which is why I lose my appetite before every choir practice. And that's why I've grown into hating Wednesdays and Fridays, because I anticipate feeling the pits after every practice now.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I've never been so enthused by a televised competition before.
Consider me a blessing/curse since I was documenting the episode of The Arena earlier. Did you notice, while interviews with the 'public' on their opinion of humour in Singapore were being conducted, the red sale banner at the Samuel & Kelvin store in the background drop off? I'm the kind who doesn't really pay attention what's going on in the foreground.
Oh well, my TV's still the prehistoric CRT kind. So many interfering lines! I was amazed by Tan Kheng Hua's eloquance when she gave her critique of the crossfire round but perhaps due to the blatant firing of examples to take the place of logic, the adjudication was neither promising nor was there even a hint of credit. But in the end I think she was the judge who managed to understand where the debate was going, instead of being flowery and enigmatic to exude some aura or lack thereof in her speech.
I expect the Xinmin vs. Loyang round to be... interesting. In the end, style mostly covers for lacklustre content, which may be annoying, depending on whose side you're on.
Oh well, my TV's still the prehistoric CRT kind. So many interfering lines! I was amazed by Tan Kheng Hua's eloquance when she gave her critique of the crossfire round but perhaps due to the blatant firing of examples to take the place of logic, the adjudication was neither promising nor was there even a hint of credit. But in the end I think she was the judge who managed to understand where the debate was going, instead of being flowery and enigmatic to exude some aura or lack thereof in her speech.
I expect the Xinmin vs. Loyang round to be... interesting. In the end, style mostly covers for lacklustre content, which may be annoying, depending on whose side you're on.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Psyching up!
MUST DESTROY. MUST DESTROY. MUST DESTROY.
It's pre-tournament night and I'm getting into the mood to scold and criticize! (I turn into a monster unlike myself overnight)
I'm so excited! Yet anxious. Yet nervous. But more excited!
Anyone wants to go shopping after that? I'm looking for a new bag. Non-crumpler.
It's pre-tournament night and I'm getting into the mood to scold and criticize! (I turn into a monster unlike myself overnight)
I'm so excited! Yet anxious. Yet nervous. But more excited!
Anyone wants to go shopping after that? I'm looking for a new bag. Non-crumpler.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Shima e (To The Island)
Music by Toru Takemitsu
Lyrics by Mann Izawa
Shima E is the song that suckered me into loving choir music! OK I wouldn't have used suckered but that's the sheepish feeling I had when I realized that choral music wasn't all cheesy and lame in sec 1.
I miss being Sec 1 and seeing all the seniors get ready for SYF!!
I was just digging up electronic junk and virtual stacks of photos. Oh how I reminisce the past~ (violin plays in the distance)
I remember there was this debate outing to Yishun (where we watched the Adventures of Lava boy and Shark Girl. (I think that's more or less the title) And we had lots of fun laughing at the really really lame jokes. (Eg. 'Take shelter! There's a brainstorm approaching!' etc. We were all like 'urgh no...') And I had this obsession of photographing every meal before I ate.
Ah yes. This was after the SRJCs in 2005. Darren gave us $10 to feed my neoprint addiction, for which I'm still to this day touched yet guilty and ashamed.
The SAID tournament in 2005 as well! I'm so glad that Nelson's blocking me, cos evidently I was not having a good hair day.
The next few photos are chinchilla-oriented cos I love really really really really really really really furry and poofy animals.
I think Mochi's the first chinchilla that I've seen that sleeps like that all the time. Lazy bones!
Mochi and her dad, Pip. Pip and Zsa zsa's other daughter is with Rachel (from choir). Long, funny and interesting story.
Mochi when she was still small. Notice the tail! Notice the tail! It's so big and furry!!
This is Zsa zsa and Mochi. Zsa zsa's the relatively big and grey thing with fur. The white bit with small ears that's squished is Mochi. She was only like 4 hours old. Aaaaa! The ears!
Family photo! Now Mochi is bigger than her parents and lives in a seperate glass condo on top of them.
And the next photos are purely random.
Remember the tiger that used to 'guard' the piano area near the old dance room (now a classroom)? Legend has it that a girl jumped to her death from the low wall there and the old out-of-tune piano at the corner used to play songs without needing a pianist and the tiger there was watching everything. Or was it at the girls' toilet? Well I don't know but I've seen the dance room door open on its own before. And if you know that place, it doesn't get much wind. Cool!
Geishas I saw at Kinokuniya, probably to promote Memoirs Of A Geisha. I watched that movie with Elizabeth and Nicholas, and Ms Quek sat behind us in the same cinema! It was too funny.
Previously unreleased photos of 1E3's Homecoming Day stall!
Sherilyn at the drinks! Wristbands were still cool then. Wow. I feel old just saying that.
Chongyi! He still looks the same now.
I know Andrea'll kill me. But it's the only photo I have of the previous canteen without the fancy fittings and pro-social roundtable furniture that makes recess a social event that manifests social taboos when you sit at the wrong angle of the table to the other person; you don't get that sort of dilemma in long tables and benches.
Our sandwich board! Guess who it's modelled after ;)
Rozarios! In Perth. Look at my sweater—très hongbao chic.
Rozarios! At the last night of Kaleidoscope. It was so so so fun!
Acting spazzz. It comes so naturally innit?
Me, ZZ and Elizabeth, part of the artisan collection, at library@esplanade, dance section. I love that place. (I mean, the whole library, not just that area)
I think that was one of the coolest moments during the class chalet in 2005! We rode in a pickup truck that offered us a ride to the mall nearby after seeing our luggage-to-body size ratio.
This is my favourite photo. Don't they look so sweet, yet cunning, and at the same time, displaying Precious Moments-quality wide-eyed innocence?
You know, viewing all these photos has made me sort of happier. Because I have a Chemistry test tomorrow and am sort of worried, but not entirely anxious because it's 'relatively easy'. Hopefully!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Horse
Smile, Loyang — you've beaten schools that weren't expected to lose! Go out there and do neighbourhood schools proud! :)
Arena today was less exciting than the preliminary rounds. There were the usual peacocks parading in drag and I felt like attacking some speakers with my plastic clappers but I couldn't do that on national TV could I? And then the level of misunderstanding and ignorance was excruciating, especially on the fragile audience stand, but few can perform under pressure (and distracting lighting), so kudos to the speakers! A sudden breath of fresh air awaits them post-Arena.
And, I'm reminded of the urgency to complete my portfolio for CAP and I'm having serious doubts about whether I have enough time/talent because the English lessons on common spelling mistakes and grammatical errors were demoralizing to say the least. Suddenly, much like algebra, English becomes less natural and more tied round rules of grammer that steers clear of complicated sentence structure. Blah. My creativity is being supressed in economically-driven Singapore that doesn't believe in a future in the arts.
In fact, I'm so tired of having to conform to standards that I don't believe in ie. become a doctor, get rich, have fat little kids who demand PSPs and iPods, that I have started to re-contemplate my sec 1 whim of going to LaSelle/NAFA to study visual arts or music and get a cultural medallion. (Frankly I was pissed when the opp came up and said that anonymity will somehow lead to a better economy, and the audience cheered. It's as if we have sacrificed culture, history and values for money. How great your country stands when everyone looks at your GDP isn't everything, especially not if pragmatism becomes infused with traditional Chinese values of prosperity and good fortune in Singaporean society, and when visitors from other countries have nothing to say except the usual 'Singapore Is A Very Clean City' nonsense. OK. We're clean. We're pretty darn spotless. But so what? It doesn't say much about ourselves except that we hire lots of cleaners to clean up after us, how embarrassing.)
This may be slightly juvenile but I've put up a list of infectious songs that I'm into right now. As a response to annoying ghetto music I hear blasted from handphones across the bus stops of Singapore.
Arena today was less exciting than the preliminary rounds. There were the usual peacocks parading in drag and I felt like attacking some speakers with my plastic clappers but I couldn't do that on national TV could I? And then the level of misunderstanding and ignorance was excruciating, especially on the fragile audience stand, but few can perform under pressure (and distracting lighting), so kudos to the speakers! A sudden breath of fresh air awaits them post-Arena.
And, I'm reminded of the urgency to complete my portfolio for CAP and I'm having serious doubts about whether I have enough time/talent because the English lessons on common spelling mistakes and grammatical errors were demoralizing to say the least. Suddenly, much like algebra, English becomes less natural and more tied round rules of grammer that steers clear of complicated sentence structure. Blah. My creativity is being supressed in economically-driven Singapore that doesn't believe in a future in the arts.
In fact, I'm so tired of having to conform to standards that I don't believe in ie. become a doctor, get rich, have fat little kids who demand PSPs and iPods, that I have started to re-contemplate my sec 1 whim of going to LaSelle/NAFA to study visual arts or music and get a cultural medallion. (Frankly I was pissed when the opp came up and said that anonymity will somehow lead to a better economy, and the audience cheered. It's as if we have sacrificed culture, history and values for money. How great your country stands when everyone looks at your GDP isn't everything, especially not if pragmatism becomes infused with traditional Chinese values of prosperity and good fortune in Singaporean society, and when visitors from other countries have nothing to say except the usual 'Singapore Is A Very Clean City' nonsense. OK. We're clean. We're pretty darn spotless. But so what? It doesn't say much about ourselves except that we hire lots of cleaners to clean up after us, how embarrassing.)
This may be slightly juvenile but I've put up a list of infectious songs that I'm into right now. As a response to annoying ghetto music I hear blasted from handphones across the bus stops of Singapore.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Onion
Well. There was a lot of negativity in the air yesterday... glad I'm recovering already.
Meeting Ms Lim at the workshop yesterday was a feeling that was similar to meeting a long-lost mother, after finally hearing about her for 3 years of your life but never really meeting her after the auditions in sec 1. Which makes us and Anderson seem like... half-siblings. So odd. They reminded me of XM Chorale 2 years ago. I miss the seniors!
I don't think the sec 2 batch was that bad 2 years ago. What's wrong? Did we leave something out while frantically preparing for Kaleidoscope? Are we nice enough for them? Are we too nice? Should we give future sec 1 auditees holistic assessments based on sound quality and character as well? What's the darned problem?
Perhaps the SYF auditions would sieve out the ones who really want that Gold from the ones that don't even deserve a place. It gets so irritating when a handful of other people are weighing the rest down. Hello? What happened to urgency? After that talk I really really hope that everyone could wake up and be more attentive and alert during the next choir practice. Or at least, try to show it. It's getting on the nerves of those who show true commitment.
TJCs are in a week's time too. I'm so excited =D
Meeting Ms Lim at the workshop yesterday was a feeling that was similar to meeting a long-lost mother, after finally hearing about her for 3 years of your life but never really meeting her after the auditions in sec 1. Which makes us and Anderson seem like... half-siblings. So odd. They reminded me of XM Chorale 2 years ago. I miss the seniors!
I don't think the sec 2 batch was that bad 2 years ago. What's wrong? Did we leave something out while frantically preparing for Kaleidoscope? Are we nice enough for them? Are we too nice? Should we give future sec 1 auditees holistic assessments based on sound quality and character as well? What's the darned problem?
Perhaps the SYF auditions would sieve out the ones who really want that Gold from the ones that don't even deserve a place. It gets so irritating when a handful of other people are weighing the rest down. Hello? What happened to urgency? After that talk I really really hope that everyone could wake up and be more attentive and alert during the next choir practice. Or at least, try to show it. It's getting on the nerves of those who show true commitment.
TJCs are in a week's time too. I'm so excited =D
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
the hills are alive and they ate up all my chocolate and ba gua :(
I can't stop dozing off during S.S. and Physics! It's weird. I'm sure it's something to do with the long pants.
Choir today was fun! We did Jaakobin Pojat and got one step closer to getting it better. Until something happened during Everyone Sang and the whole day was screwed up. Why can't people control themselves? What are we doing wrong? Will we get Gold With Honours this time?
But I think we're improving because the tenors are somewhat more disciplined and everyone's sound is getting better.
The auditions are coming! I really hope no one will get left behind, seriously. Let's all go to the SYF as a whole choir and come back with That Sparkly Glittery Glossy Stuff :) ie. Gold With Honours, heh. I'm so excited! yet nervous and somewhat panicky.
XM Chorale, you did it two years ago, you can do it now.
I miss lots of things, suddenly. I think the school felt like a more welcoming place when the classrooms could be opened til 6pm and when everyone could do class decorations together and well, just keep talking. And I miss being Sec 1 again, in the 1E3 classroom with everyone.
But it's inevitable I guess, all that growing up and stuff.
Choir today was fun! We did Jaakobin Pojat and got one step closer to getting it better. Until something happened during Everyone Sang and the whole day was screwed up. Why can't people control themselves? What are we doing wrong? Will we get Gold With Honours this time?
But I think we're improving because the tenors are somewhat more disciplined and everyone's sound is getting better.
The auditions are coming! I really hope no one will get left behind, seriously. Let's all go to the SYF as a whole choir and come back with That Sparkly Glittery Glossy Stuff :) ie. Gold With Honours, heh. I'm so excited! yet nervous and somewhat panicky.
XM Chorale, you did it two years ago, you can do it now.
I miss lots of things, suddenly. I think the school felt like a more welcoming place when the classrooms could be opened til 6pm and when everyone could do class decorations together and well, just keep talking. And I miss being Sec 1 again, in the 1E3 classroom with everyone.
But it's inevitable I guess, all that growing up and stuff.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
sick of bread
Making canapés is such an aesthetic experience. But irritating when the cheese becomes a tad messy. I could live on them for the whole year...
I went to Joo Chiat after church today. For lunch at Charlie's and then to visit a church friend. It was raining. But the food was nice.
Offtopic: My mum told me that the old xinmin secondary was at the site where the Hiding Place now is. That a few doors down from my church... cool.
I'm tired and the rain's lulling me to sleep. Gah I want to study TKAM more!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
corn
CCA orientation for the secondary ones today was... cool.
My sister could tell that the choir wasn't so excited about singing Breaking Free (but Cui Dong Cui was so much better), the band sounded very professional with a CD-like quality to their music, Lanterns Never Go Out was about being a different person that what you want to be and comforming to society's expectations and Dance was very good (and she could recognize Ruimin and Elizabeth). I didn't ask her about Guzheng but it's probably good as well (based on past performances). Well done, Esther! I'm so proud of you :D
OK. Choir today was tiring but pseudo-rewarding. At the end of practice, each row had to perform Cui Dong Cui for the rest to hear (to gauge our standards. Standards. What an annoying word.) and you know, being in the 1st row we're mostly made up of sec 2s and our numbers are, well, much smaller. Much smaller. So not surprisingly, we were quite bad. Gah.
I'm starting to find To Kill A Mockingbird quite an interesting book, albeit riddled with the foreign Southern American colloquial. I can't wait for Literature :3
I love the shape of trees!
My sister could tell that the choir wasn't so excited about singing Breaking Free (but Cui Dong Cui was so much better), the band sounded very professional with a CD-like quality to their music, Lanterns Never Go Out was about being a different person that what you want to be and comforming to society's expectations and Dance was very good (and she could recognize Ruimin and Elizabeth). I didn't ask her about Guzheng but it's probably good as well (based on past performances). Well done, Esther! I'm so proud of you :D
OK. Choir today was tiring but pseudo-rewarding. At the end of practice, each row had to perform Cui Dong Cui for the rest to hear (to gauge our standards. Standards. What an annoying word.) and you know, being in the 1st row we're mostly made up of sec 2s and our numbers are, well, much smaller. Much smaller. So not surprisingly, we were quite bad. Gah.
I'm starting to find To Kill A Mockingbird quite an interesting book, albeit riddled with the foreign Southern American colloquial. I can't wait for Literature :3
I love the shape of trees!
Monday, January 08, 2007
celery
::::::........:::...::::::::............... [ here is transient beauty caught in a permanence ] +
I'm gonna do away with those dots.
Whatever. So anyway;
I've been feeling bitter and spiteful the whole day. Oh well, it's true when they say that chocolate cures everything. But they weren't kidding when they said that too much of a good thing could be a bad thing. (though for Nigella Lawson, too much of a good thing can be a good thing)
So how was my official first day of school, you ask. I guess it took it's toll on me eventually at the end of the day because I had to sort out so much redundant repulsive admin stuff that forever bugs me. And I couldn't believe the level of insensitivity! It could have been funny if it wasn't so offensive and sad. Did kindness and consideration graduate together with last year's sec 4s?
We're doing To Kill A Mockingbird for Literature. I have to admit, after having to do a comprehension passage about in in my PETS worksheets in primary school, I found it difficult to read it. Sometimes prejudice and injustice strikes me more deeply than other issues, and wearies me after a while.
I wonder how teachers feel when their lessons get commented online. I know how strange it is to see an unknown stranger blog about you hours after they exchange handshakes in some debate tournament. It's rarely unsettling though, more of encouragement than intimidation and mere critique. I guess it's probably really painful when, after spending hours cooped up in a cubicle coming up with a lesson plan, the students remain uncooperative and unmotivated.
but what sane kid enjoys studying things that they were never interested in?
My motivation for studying was always for self-gratification. I guess that's real self-centred of me. I'd rather study to further appreciate what God has made. And the balance and uniqueness of everything, like how an atom is held together by positive and negative charges (ok that's roughly what I heard Mrs. Chow say) or the intricacies of the transportation system in living organisms, or even how we can know what's Right and Not Right.
But I'm sick of so many things now. Does everything turn sour once there's competition and expectations? And what ever happened to enjoying doing the things you once had passion in? So I guess it all always ends up this way. Wow, I was really suckered into believing all those lies.
I'm gonna do away with those dots.
Whatever. So anyway;
I've been feeling bitter and spiteful the whole day. Oh well, it's true when they say that chocolate cures everything. But they weren't kidding when they said that too much of a good thing could be a bad thing. (though for Nigella Lawson, too much of a good thing can be a good thing)
So how was my official first day of school, you ask. I guess it took it's toll on me eventually at the end of the day because I had to sort out so much redundant repulsive admin stuff that forever bugs me. And I couldn't believe the level of insensitivity! It could have been funny if it wasn't so offensive and sad. Did kindness and consideration graduate together with last year's sec 4s?
We're doing To Kill A Mockingbird for Literature. I have to admit, after having to do a comprehension passage about in in my PETS worksheets in primary school, I found it difficult to read it. Sometimes prejudice and injustice strikes me more deeply than other issues, and wearies me after a while.
I wonder how teachers feel when their lessons get commented online. I know how strange it is to see an unknown stranger blog about you hours after they exchange handshakes in some debate tournament. It's rarely unsettling though, more of encouragement than intimidation and mere critique. I guess it's probably really painful when, after spending hours cooped up in a cubicle coming up with a lesson plan, the students remain uncooperative and unmotivated.
but what sane kid enjoys studying things that they were never interested in?
My motivation for studying was always for self-gratification. I guess that's real self-centred of me. I'd rather study to further appreciate what God has made. And the balance and uniqueness of everything, like how an atom is held together by positive and negative charges (ok that's roughly what I heard Mrs. Chow say) or the intricacies of the transportation system in living organisms, or even how we can know what's Right and Not Right.
But I'm sick of so many things now. Does everything turn sour once there's competition and expectations? And what ever happened to enjoying doing the things you once had passion in? So I guess it all always ends up this way. Wow, I was really suckered into believing all those lies.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Continue the Strange Sentence Meme
Continue the sentences
1) If I was a non-primary pastel colour, I would be...
The darkest shade of pale grey
2) I never liked George Michael much...
Because he's getting fatter and I never liked his voice anyway
3) I would eat sushi on...
Wednesdays if it rains, and Tuesdays if I feel happy
4) My dream CCA is...
Coffee and avant-garde music appreciation
5) I think the person with the most fascinating hair is...
Debra, because it resembles a Danish pastry!
6) If I was stranded on Ibiza after an emergancy plane landing...
I would go beach-hopping and watch the sunset while drinking some overrated designer mineral water
7) I think the most idiotic shoe colour is...
Microsoft blue screen purple
8) When I grow old, I want to...
Visit Cradle Mountain again and spoil my grandchildren
9) Tea is...
Soothing but usually boring and bland
10) If I died in a tragic car accident...
I would have indie music at my funeral
11) I wish that my toaster could...
laugh and tell me jokes in the morning
12) Eileen Grey could be...
My distant relative and captivator of my admiration for modernist design
13) If I had a heart attack in your enemy's swimming pool, I would be wearing...
An Ermenegildo Zegna suit, because I wouldn't want to be caught dead in morbidly embarrassing clothing
14) I feel that octopi are...
deserving of much greater recognition
15) If I was cornered in Prada by a mob of angry salespeople, I'd reach for the...
pointy stillettos and patent leather suitcases to defend myself
16) I should be the Norwegian Ambassador to Swaziland because...
I have always wanted a change of climate
17) My friends would enjoy a ski trip to the Swiss Alps because
it was won in a lucky draw contest so it's free
18) Even if I was offered a trillion dollars, I would not visit...
Escape Theme Park's Haunted house alone
19) The most awkward thing that happened to me was...
Falling multiple times in front of the whole school in the hall
20) The smallest dilemna that I face is...
wondering which new shirt to wear first
21) If I caught my spouse cross-dressing in my clothes, I would...
Be disturbed. Very disturbed.
22) I think the person who most closely resembles myself is...
my evil twin that emerges on the 39th of October
23) My favourite gradient is...
Beige to brown
24) The number 24 is...
Not that significant but evokative of long haul flights to the US
1) If I was a non-primary pastel colour, I would be...
The darkest shade of pale grey
2) I never liked George Michael much...
Because he's getting fatter and I never liked his voice anyway
3) I would eat sushi on...
Wednesdays if it rains, and Tuesdays if I feel happy
4) My dream CCA is...
Coffee and avant-garde music appreciation
5) I think the person with the most fascinating hair is...
Debra, because it resembles a Danish pastry!
6) If I was stranded on Ibiza after an emergancy plane landing...
I would go beach-hopping and watch the sunset while drinking some overrated designer mineral water
7) I think the most idiotic shoe colour is...
Microsoft blue screen purple
8) When I grow old, I want to...
Visit Cradle Mountain again and spoil my grandchildren
9) Tea is...
Soothing but usually boring and bland
10) If I died in a tragic car accident...
I would have indie music at my funeral
11) I wish that my toaster could...
laugh and tell me jokes in the morning
12) Eileen Grey could be...
My distant relative and captivator of my admiration for modernist design
13) If I had a heart attack in your enemy's swimming pool, I would be wearing...
An Ermenegildo Zegna suit, because I wouldn't want to be caught dead in morbidly embarrassing clothing
14) I feel that octopi are...
deserving of much greater recognition
15) If I was cornered in Prada by a mob of angry salespeople, I'd reach for the...
pointy stillettos and patent leather suitcases to defend myself
16) I should be the Norwegian Ambassador to Swaziland because...
I have always wanted a change of climate
17) My friends would enjoy a ski trip to the Swiss Alps because
it was won in a lucky draw contest so it's free
18) Even if I was offered a trillion dollars, I would not visit...
Escape Theme Park's Haunted house alone
19) The most awkward thing that happened to me was...
Falling multiple times in front of the whole school in the hall
20) The smallest dilemna that I face is...
wondering which new shirt to wear first
21) If I caught my spouse cross-dressing in my clothes, I would...
Be disturbed. Very disturbed.
22) I think the person who most closely resembles myself is...
my evil twin that emerges on the 39th of October
23) My favourite gradient is...
Beige to brown
24) The number 24 is...
Not that significant but evokative of long haul flights to the US
Potato
I guess I'll call my posts random names now because I can't seem to think of the overall theme of my posts now.
I saw Elizabeth's blog! So touching... and I haven't seen someone kick up such a fuss about undercooked peanut butter cookies XD kidding only, of course. Thanks!
Man, I miss the seniors already. Gah! !#$% I think I was closer to them than even my peers.
My table is so messy.
And I'm getting sick of chocolate!
I saw Elizabeth's blog! So touching... and I haven't seen someone kick up such a fuss about undercooked peanut butter cookies XD kidding only, of course. Thanks!
Man, I miss the seniors already. Gah! !#$% I think I was closer to them than even my peers.
My table is so messy.
And I'm getting sick of chocolate!
Escalators, crocs
OK, I still feel rather offended but I'll forget about it... Because people tend to misunderstand things and it isn't their fault.
I've been having very strange dreams ever since the toe-ripped-off-by-escalator incident. (I think a girl's toe was severed when the side of her shoe got snagged into the gap at the side of the moving steps) And my parents also witnessed a boy's crocs getting caught at the side of the escalators at J8 and when they were going down saw a pool of blood, ew. I think just like platform shoes that ruined the ankles of many, crocs are beginning to look unsafe as well. Well you know, shoe fads keep changing.
Anyway, I have had recurring nightmares of seeing people's feet get caught in the escalators but they're still smiling until the side of the escalator swallows them up and they get crunched to a bloody pulp. But in my dreams, I'm severely myopic, so it wasn't so gruesome in the end.
I just made dinner with my dad! We prepared Turkish apple tea and made a pasta dinner with mushroom and herb sauce with red wine and ground beef and bacon. I'm sure in Italian, there's a name for that...
Suddenly the gaps at the sides of escalators seem so big and menacing with their metallic grinding teeth.
And the Arena match yesterday was really fun! (And Andrea I'm sure you did your best so no point wailing about it right. Just remember to psyche yourself up in the future!) Kumar smooshed himself in between Maxine and Rose and it was... uncomfortable but funny. I wonder what perfume he uses because it doesn't smell like it was alcohol-based. And KCP was good, for school that had just started late last year, so I think they deserve a place in the wildcard thing. Sherina and Ruimin were like totally swooning over Ashraf at the back! That was funny too.
I'm quite excited for tomorrow because it is, for me, the first day of school. And I've only been in my class for 30 minutes so I still don't know their names... shoot.
I've been having very strange dreams ever since the toe-ripped-off-by-escalator incident. (I think a girl's toe was severed when the side of her shoe got snagged into the gap at the side of the moving steps) And my parents also witnessed a boy's crocs getting caught at the side of the escalators at J8 and when they were going down saw a pool of blood, ew. I think just like platform shoes that ruined the ankles of many, crocs are beginning to look unsafe as well. Well you know, shoe fads keep changing.
Anyway, I have had recurring nightmares of seeing people's feet get caught in the escalators but they're still smiling until the side of the escalator swallows them up and they get crunched to a bloody pulp. But in my dreams, I'm severely myopic, so it wasn't so gruesome in the end.
I just made dinner with my dad! We prepared Turkish apple tea and made a pasta dinner with mushroom and herb sauce with red wine and ground beef and bacon. I'm sure in Italian, there's a name for that...
Suddenly the gaps at the sides of escalators seem so big and menacing with their metallic grinding teeth.
And the Arena match yesterday was really fun! (And Andrea I'm sure you did your best so no point wailing about it right. Just remember to psyche yourself up in the future!) Kumar smooshed himself in between Maxine and Rose and it was... uncomfortable but funny. I wonder what perfume he uses because it doesn't smell like it was alcohol-based. And KCP was good, for school that had just started late last year, so I think they deserve a place in the wildcard thing. Sherina and Ruimin were like totally swooning over Ashraf at the back! That was funny too.
I'm quite excited for tomorrow because it is, for me, the first day of school. And I've only been in my class for 30 minutes so I still don't know their names... shoot.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
The fifth
I'll be turning 15 tomorrow.
I'm only fifteen
I get like, all moody and emo on my birthday. Some sort of strange phenomena I guess. Not really concerning the aging process, but really that of nostalgia. Because images of children celebrating their birthday are visions that strike me very deeply. Their smiles are always that of naivety, glee, sincere happiness without strings attached. I mean, it's their special day; not like Christmas Day, they are the only ones who receive presents. And they get to eat cake and get their photo taken in front there, and suddenly their joy is forever immortalized in a picture.
So forgive me if I ramble on talking nonsense and weird random stuff or zoning out tomorrow. Because it's my birthday.
I'm only fifteen
I get like, all moody and emo on my birthday. Some sort of strange phenomena I guess. Not really concerning the aging process, but really that of nostalgia. Because images of children celebrating their birthday are visions that strike me very deeply. Their smiles are always that of naivety, glee, sincere happiness without strings attached. I mean, it's their special day; not like Christmas Day, they are the only ones who receive presents. And they get to eat cake and get their photo taken in front there, and suddenly their joy is forever immortalized in a picture.
So forgive me if I ramble on talking nonsense and weird random stuff or zoning out tomorrow. Because it's my birthday.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
The Last Day Of The Holidays
I went in the morning to Cafe Cartel for Student Life meeting and totally forgot about my birthday until they bought me an Oreo Cheesecake with a candle on it and gave me a card and a present. So well, I was really touched, because I've never been surprised like this before. Not in the 14 years of my life, no. Thanks guys! =D
Then I was walking home when my dad called me regarding my phone. And he said I could come down to Junction 8 to meet him because there was an offer at the Singtel shop. So I walked back. And we inquired about the K800i and my present phone's trade in value. I was astonished how I could be put-off so quickly by an unenthusiastic phone saleperson. Like, he was fat and spoke about 2nd hand phone dealerships and I felt an aura of sleaze come upon me. Very unsettling, very discouraging. So anyway I'm playing with my new phone now and irked that the SIM card still doesn't work!
Singtel should review their frontline sales staff. As a consumer, I get really annoyed and put-off when I see disinterested and unhelpful sales staff.
But the camera's really cool. My sister's snapping pictures all over the place now and hogging it.
I would have been glad if I wasn't so tired and it wasn't so friggin' humid.
Then I was walking home when my dad called me regarding my phone. And he said I could come down to Junction 8 to meet him because there was an offer at the Singtel shop. So I walked back. And we inquired about the K800i and my present phone's trade in value. I was astonished how I could be put-off so quickly by an unenthusiastic phone saleperson. Like, he was fat and spoke about 2nd hand phone dealerships and I felt an aura of sleaze come upon me. Very unsettling, very discouraging. So anyway I'm playing with my new phone now and irked that the SIM card still doesn't work!
Singtel should review their frontline sales staff. As a consumer, I get really annoyed and put-off when I see disinterested and unhelpful sales staff.
But the camera's really cool. My sister's snapping pictures all over the place now and hogging it.
I would have been glad if I wasn't so tired and it wasn't so friggin' humid.
Monday, January 01, 2007
A to Z of the past year
The Internet's finally cooperating!
I apologize if I sound angsty, because my CD drive doesn't seem to be working and I can't import the songs from the 5 CD Satie by Ciccolini compendium! Grrr!
Anyway I've compiled a list of things important to me in 2006.
Ah-mina/Animal Farm/Andrea and The Long Pants Episode
Ben Sherman opens in Singapore!/Brothers' Retreat in Changi
Church Camp in June/Choir Exco/Class Chalet/Cats
Debate debate debate ^ 10/Discovering avocado/Debussy
Esther gets into SOTA!/Elizabeth's birthday party
Forbidden City Musical at the Esplanade
Grandaunt falls to her death during Teengames
Hongkong might be really fun/Holiday thievery/Having an anti-ruling party slant
Intended Artisan Afternoons/Intergrated Programs and Disappointment/Interclass Debate/Interclass Drama
Jialin is scared of... many things/Jam and Icecream
Kaleidoscope Fesitval of the Arts/K.K. Seet... reemerging homophobia
Lemon Tea sachets/Laughing/Literature/Lying about whether one had already eaten
Mission Camp to Machap Baru/Miss Yap's maths lessons/Mayor's Shield Debates/Mochi is really cute
Neiman Marcus' Online Store/New York Cheesecake
Olive oil, butter and garlic go so well, yum!/Old vintage stuff from the storeroom
Pythias gets married!/Prayer Meetings around school/P6 Camp
Queen's aristocratic manner of speech becoming 'less aristocratic' according to experts
Reading Virginia Woolf's thought flow and ideas of Being/Rainy days!/Reminiscing Perth with choir family/Rediscovering the clarinet
SL Intensive camp/SRJC debate
THREE concert at the Esplanade/The Nightingale by the Chinese Opera Troupe at the National Library/Twenty-six over thirty marks for composition practice
U-14 Debates/Umbrella article in Urban
Veer's wallpapers
Watching Edward Scissorhands, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Moulin Rogue (finally!), Love Actually, Pride and Prejudice and lots and lots of Spongebob Squarepants!
Xinmin Story and Lanterns Never Go Out at the Kallang Theatre
Yeah Yeah Yeahs rock/Yo La Tengo
Zizhao goes to USA
I apologize if I sound angsty, because my CD drive doesn't seem to be working and I can't import the songs from the 5 CD Satie by Ciccolini compendium! Grrr!
Anyway I've compiled a list of things important to me in 2006.
Ah-mina/Animal Farm/Andrea and The Long Pants Episode
Ben Sherman opens in Singapore!/Brothers' Retreat in Changi
Church Camp in June/Choir Exco/Class Chalet/Cats
Debate debate debate ^ 10/Discovering avocado/Debussy
Esther gets into SOTA!/Elizabeth's birthday party
Forbidden City Musical at the Esplanade
Grandaunt falls to her death during Teengames
Hongkong might be really fun/Holiday thievery/Having an anti-ruling party slant
Intended Artisan Afternoons/Intergrated Programs and Disappointment/Interclass Debate/Interclass Drama
Jialin is scared of... many things/Jam and Icecream
Kaleidoscope Fesitval of the Arts/K.K. Seet... reemerging homophobia
Lemon Tea sachets/Laughing/Literature/Lying about whether one had already eaten
Mission Camp to Machap Baru/Miss Yap's maths lessons/Mayor's Shield Debates/Mochi is really cute
Neiman Marcus' Online Store/New York Cheesecake
Olive oil, butter and garlic go so well, yum!/Old vintage stuff from the storeroom
Pythias gets married!/Prayer Meetings around school/P6 Camp
Queen's aristocratic manner of speech becoming 'less aristocratic' according to experts
Reading Virginia Woolf's thought flow and ideas of Being/Rainy days!/Reminiscing Perth with choir family/Rediscovering the clarinet
SL Intensive camp/SRJC debate
THREE concert at the Esplanade/The Nightingale by the Chinese Opera Troupe at the National Library/Twenty-six over thirty marks for composition practice
U-14 Debates/Umbrella article in Urban
Veer's wallpapers
Watching Edward Scissorhands, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Moulin Rogue (finally!), Love Actually, Pride and Prejudice and lots and lots of Spongebob Squarepants!
Xinmin Story and Lanterns Never Go Out at the Kallang Theatre
Yeah Yeah Yeahs rock/Yo La Tengo
Zizhao goes to USA
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