- I've used up an entire rainforest of tissue paper because I'm having a bad cold now.
- I'm frustrated with my lack of XML editing skills. And I accidently deleted my entire blogroll. !@#$% And tagboard. !@#$%
- English paper 1 and 2 was really fun!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Lost In Translation moment
Not that I can really identify with it, but I've never considered putting this song into the context of this film. Also note the woman in the pink wind breaker handing out flyers who seems to 'bow' to everyone she distributes them. (1:53) Now that sort of pride in one's service isn't evident in Singapore at all and the most I get is a faint smile, and that is, furthermore, a rare occurance.
And Eraserhead! I borrowed a copy from the library@esplanade but never really had the time to watch it.
oh yes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINGTING!!!
My dad's birthday is coming up and I'm having my usual gift-idea block.
I love exams
Chinese Oral last Friday was painful to say the very least. Perhaps it was remotely amusing to my examiner, who could not help but guide me along the way, explaining the different terms in the conversation topic as if I was Malawian and she was speaking in Java code. That was solely out of sympathy I should think, and yes—I wanted to cry— once upon a time, I took higher mother tongue so stop this torture already. But she happened to be a friend of my dad's so she already knew how atrocious my chinese was. I am ever-greatful to her as well, because she kept nodding after I made a point and it was really encouraging, even though I could see in her eyes that she didn't really understand what I was rambling about.
I'm listening to music podcasts from radio stations like MPR and KEXP and I must say I love their song selection. At least it's something I can study too, cos hey hey you you I don't like your music now, Avril.
Last evening, my sister and I spent 2 and a half hours making popcorn. We used butter instead of cooking oil, and the butter started to burn out, and the kernels hardly ever popped. Then, we finally used sunflower oil and the kernels finally burst with whatever strange fluffy goodness they had within. But of course, only a small minority in today's high fructose corn syrup infused society can take plain popcorn, so we had to make the caramel for the popcorn. I accidently added butter to the sugar, so you can guess what happened in the end. But we managed to sweeten the popcorn in the end and we're proud of our awesome browned calorie-packed trash.
Today, we ate some French Vanilla and Tiramisu Gelato from NTUC (I suspect it's faux, but it still tastes pretty good anyway) and our guilt-ridden conscience dictated that we do some cardio in the park. My sister had a very difficult/traumatizing/memorable experience. I noticed that a portion of Bishan Park had been turned into a spa.
Speaking of spas, I really wonder how Andrea's facial went. (Hilarious mental image of terrified first-time facial trainee trembling with apprehension comes to mind) My sister was quite envious (but highly amused, of course) when I told her of his metrosexuality bordering on homosexuality. Ok. She wasn't envious at all about the homosexual part. Then I started to wonder whether metrosexuality is just another passing fad when enlightened and empowered women of today would rather seek sensitive and submissive young men, so, ergo, it's better to appear uber-styled and tres chic than hairy and masculine. I find the traditional gender roles in society becoming more reversed, so is this a sign of a society that is evolving? Will gender equality ever be attained? I think society is too amoral for its own good.
Seriously, I'm quite excited about the exams, especially studying and having all that new stationery in my pencilcase. (is gleeful)
I'm listening to music podcasts from radio stations like MPR and KEXP and I must say I love their song selection. At least it's something I can study too, cos hey hey you you I don't like your music now, Avril.
Last evening, my sister and I spent 2 and a half hours making popcorn. We used butter instead of cooking oil, and the butter started to burn out, and the kernels hardly ever popped. Then, we finally used sunflower oil and the kernels finally burst with whatever strange fluffy goodness they had within. But of course, only a small minority in today's high fructose corn syrup infused society can take plain popcorn, so we had to make the caramel for the popcorn. I accidently added butter to the sugar, so you can guess what happened in the end. But we managed to sweeten the popcorn in the end and we're proud of our awesome browned calorie-packed trash.
Today, we ate some French Vanilla and Tiramisu Gelato from NTUC (I suspect it's faux, but it still tastes pretty good anyway) and our guilt-ridden conscience dictated that we do some cardio in the park. My sister had a very difficult/traumatizing/memorable experience. I noticed that a portion of Bishan Park had been turned into a spa.
Speaking of spas, I really wonder how Andrea's facial went. (Hilarious mental image of terrified first-time facial trainee trembling with apprehension comes to mind) My sister was quite envious (but highly amused, of course) when I told her of his metrosexuality bordering on homosexuality. Ok. She wasn't envious at all about the homosexual part. Then I started to wonder whether metrosexuality is just another passing fad when enlightened and empowered women of today would rather seek sensitive and submissive young men, so, ergo, it's better to appear uber-styled and tres chic than hairy and masculine. I find the traditional gender roles in society becoming more reversed, so is this a sign of a society that is evolving? Will gender equality ever be attained? I think society is too amoral for its own good.
Seriously, I'm quite excited about the exams, especially studying and having all that new stationery in my pencilcase. (is gleeful)
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Of vacuums and vacuum cleaners
I returned home today, carrying a huge stack of files and a shoebox, and realized something was missing from the hallway.
Because the chinchillas were gone!!
They came and took them away from me... and I never had a chance to say goodbye even.
Damn you, cursed bookcase that will soon stand in that place.
The vacuum cleaner will be stowed away in the storeroom once again, it seems to emerge only in 12 year intervals. It has no more use. The chins have came and gone. Our house was just a 3 year pit stop for them in their mad search for the meaning of their existence. I am feeling the same emptiness as I did when someone died. I am ashamed of certain people's actions. I am the teenage rebel that no one hears. I feel so depressed but it's difficult to show it when other people face greater problems, I guess.
So, I went to the kitchen and made a very nice cheese and onion omelette for my bleeding heart. I feel like my babies had been snatched away. Besides, I was really close to Mochi. So feel my emo wrath! I'll probably exude the Vibes Of Unhappiness wherever I stomp now.
Now my mum is trying to get me to speak mandarin. I don't really like the way Singaporeans speak chinese; it's so alyrical and sounds just as bad as their English. It is ugly. It makes my skin crawl. Etc.
Because the chinchillas were gone!!
They came and took them away from me... and I never had a chance to say goodbye even.
Damn you, cursed bookcase that will soon stand in that place.
The vacuum cleaner will be stowed away in the storeroom once again, it seems to emerge only in 12 year intervals. It has no more use. The chins have came and gone. Our house was just a 3 year pit stop for them in their mad search for the meaning of their existence. I am feeling the same emptiness as I did when someone died. I am ashamed of certain people's actions. I am the teenage rebel that no one hears. I feel so depressed but it's difficult to show it when other people face greater problems, I guess.
So, I went to the kitchen and made a very nice cheese and onion omelette for my bleeding heart. I feel like my babies had been snatched away. Besides, I was really close to Mochi. So feel my emo wrath! I'll probably exude the Vibes Of Unhappiness wherever I stomp now.
Now my mum is trying to get me to speak mandarin. I don't really like the way Singaporeans speak chinese; it's so alyrical and sounds just as bad as their English. It is ugly. It makes my skin crawl. Etc.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I am tense and in the mood for murder. Therefore, I would like some tang yuan! Yum.
Oh yes, my belated congratulations to (in chronological order I think)
1) Band that got gold
2) BB and GB that got golds!!
3) Chinese dance that got gold with honours!!
4) Us who got gold
5) Us who came in Champions in the Debate Nationals!!!!!!!
6) SJAB that came in first-runner up
7) Badminton B Girls that won SSS and are now the National Champions!!
And I mustn't forget the Elementz teams who did very well this year!
It's gonna be a good year ahead!
Oh yes, my belated congratulations to (in chronological order I think)
1) Band that got gold
2) BB and GB that got golds!!
3) Chinese dance that got gold with honours!!
4) Us who got gold
5) Us who came in Champions in the Debate Nationals!!!!!!!
6) SJAB that came in first-runner up
7) Badminton B Girls that won SSS and are now the National Champions!!
And I mustn't forget the Elementz teams who did very well this year!
It's gonna be a good year ahead!
wtf?!
My dad walks in,
and says,
"Someone will be coming on Thursday to collect the chins."
Because apparently they are taking up too much space in the living room
and we need a place to put our bags. And no one has time for the chinchillas.
And my mum doesn't like the lack of hygiene that they have. And my grandmother prefers dogs.
And they must have forgotten us in the process of all this.
OK. I feel like crap now. They are doing this without consulting us?
I have never been so offended.
"At least now they have a new home," he says gallantly.
Well, I guess some planks from Sweden would have a new home here too.
I am sick of furniture from Ikea. I am unable to find joy in watching planks. They seldom respond when I talk to them. Planks aren't as cuddly as chinchillas. And planks are ugly things.
If I'm feeling melodramatic, I might do an 'If the chinchillas go, I go too'. I'll run away to Paris and live life as a Bohemian.
I shall lock myself up in my room and stay a hermit and no one shall see me until I turn thirty. I'll write a tell-all book.
I am quite tired of having an upbringing so contrary to my nature. Everyone is so cold.
I shall go to my room
and slit my wrists or something.
And then everyone will be like, "oh that's sad, I rather liked him though".
I will treat whatever sits at that spot with extreme disdain. Stupid, non-sentient things. Sadly, in this case, it isn't only inanimate objects that appear to be non-sentient beings. And as if there aren't enough planks at home already.
"Oh ya we used to have chinchillas, but they dropped their fur all over and cannot control their bladders (laughs) and I spend so much time cleaning them in the morning, very leh chay." I fear my parents will report this at next year's family reunion. My aunt's family will chip in: "Our chinchilla was shedding so much fur and it was flying everywhere, we had to ebay it". Everyone will turn to look at my sister and I, saying that we should have taken care of the chinchillas. We will roll our eyes and wonder why no one thinks that our responsibility at home is ever enough.
So the "Next time I won't let my children have pets (polite laughter)" mentality sticks onto the entire social circle like cancer and young children will never be able to experience the joy of having pets. All because people want space, time and bags. I'd might as well blame Our Great Leader at the same time for introducing small, cramped HDB flats. I'm in such a fine mood for bestowing my wrath and scathing remarks in anything that gets in my way.
and says,
"Someone will be coming on Thursday to collect the chins."
Because apparently they are taking up too much space in the living room
and we need a place to put our bags. And no one has time for the chinchillas.
And my mum doesn't like the lack of hygiene that they have. And my grandmother prefers dogs.
And they must have forgotten us in the process of all this.
OK. I feel like crap now. They are doing this without consulting us?
I have never been so offended.
"At least now they have a new home," he says gallantly.
Well, I guess some planks from Sweden would have a new home here too.
I am sick of furniture from Ikea. I am unable to find joy in watching planks. They seldom respond when I talk to them. Planks aren't as cuddly as chinchillas. And planks are ugly things.
If I'm feeling melodramatic, I might do an 'If the chinchillas go, I go too'. I'll run away to Paris and live life as a Bohemian.
I shall lock myself up in my room and stay a hermit and no one shall see me until I turn thirty. I'll write a tell-all book.
I am quite tired of having an upbringing so contrary to my nature. Everyone is so cold.
I shall go to my room
and slit my wrists or something.
And then everyone will be like, "oh that's sad, I rather liked him though".
I will treat whatever sits at that spot with extreme disdain. Stupid, non-sentient things. Sadly, in this case, it isn't only inanimate objects that appear to be non-sentient beings. And as if there aren't enough planks at home already.
"Oh ya we used to have chinchillas, but they dropped their fur all over and cannot control their bladders (laughs) and I spend so much time cleaning them in the morning, very leh chay." I fear my parents will report this at next year's family reunion. My aunt's family will chip in: "Our chinchilla was shedding so much fur and it was flying everywhere, we had to ebay it". Everyone will turn to look at my sister and I, saying that we should have taken care of the chinchillas. We will roll our eyes and wonder why no one thinks that our responsibility at home is ever enough.
So the "Next time I won't let my children have pets (polite laughter)" mentality sticks onto the entire social circle like cancer and young children will never be able to experience the joy of having pets. All because people want space, time and bags. I'd might as well blame Our Great Leader at the same time for introducing small, cramped HDB flats. I'm in such a fine mood for bestowing my wrath and scathing remarks in anything that gets in my way.
A miracle in the 21st century
My family is attempting to resurrect a second generation iPod. We thought it had died when it started to make strange whirring noises (we assumed it came from the faulty hard disk inside) but my dad, after a random whim today, made one last defribillation of sorts and the most expensive mirror in the world started to whir back to life.
"It's... alive!" My sister exclaimed, sweeping back her tousled hair.
The screen flickered and flashed that familiar welcome message. Our eyes lit up, half reflecting the electric blue light, half glittering with optimisim, glimmering with the intensifying suspense. My sister plugged in the ubiquitous white earphones, nearly trembling and missing the metallic input socket, thumbs brushing excitedly around the touch-screen sensor wheel (the click wheel had not been invented yet), and the reassuring sound of dull clicking reverberated beneath our sweaty, clammy palms.
I guess I'm sensationalizing too many details, but it's more or less like that. My sister's hair is never tousled, by the way.
"It's... alive!" My sister exclaimed, sweeping back her tousled hair.
The screen flickered and flashed that familiar welcome message. Our eyes lit up, half reflecting the electric blue light, half glittering with optimisim, glimmering with the intensifying suspense. My sister plugged in the ubiquitous white earphones, nearly trembling and missing the metallic input socket, thumbs brushing excitedly around the touch-screen sensor wheel (the click wheel had not been invented yet), and the reassuring sound of dull clicking reverberated beneath our sweaty, clammy palms.
I guess I'm sensationalizing too many details, but it's more or less like that. My sister's hair is never tousled, by the way.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Stream-of-consciousness (is annoying to read)
Let me start by saying I'm not looking forward to Bio SPA tomorrow, because I've been only barely passing my biology tests and everyone's getting above 25. (And apparently getting 28/30 is also 'quite little' for a certain someone.) But at least it's more of a problem-solution-based approach to learning because I learn, very painfully, from the mistakes I make in the tests, while everyone is an I'm A Rote-Learning Kinda Person, which will probably make not much difference either. I think I'd rather have a more standards/outcome-based education. But any approach to education will have its inherent flaws so it's really no use complaining anyway. I really think that Eliz did her best in the auditions. I can draw the parallels between my dad and her, because at the end of the day it ain't your life, y'know. Okay so you're pursuing your Masters but just because you've encountered some difficulties, albeit serious, you shouldn't treat it as a burden. Likewise, if one doesn't it pass the audition, then it's probably God's way of saying Wait. Pause. Learn. Ironically, the song I'm listening to contains the lyrics "I'm a slave to work". There's so much pressure on my classmates to do well, I feel, at times, rather worried, and mostly concerned. I guess most of them are able to handle the workload. And I'm looking for a new blog template that's compatible with blogger 2.0 so help me please thank you. The title is phrased so strangely. Burning DVDs, reminiscing, going through the archives that documented my existence. I'm not sure if that was all a waste of time. A certain school, in their shock, can't believe they lost to us and called us noobs. I don't care, however. In fact, inside, I'm screaming with laughter. Etc. I'm craving some tempura mushrooms, but my eating habits scare me too. Is there anymore homework left undone? Do I have to prepare anything special tomorrow? Oh yes I haven't finished my minutes. It is yet another repeat episode of Samuel And The Minutes again, carried forward from last year, same time. I hate Word on my computer because it won't load. I also dislike my keyboard. But the complaints are without ceasing and frustrated am I. Why does Yoda have to speak in iambic pentameter? It reeks of faux-intelligentsia. Imagine a third speaker with such a style. How interesting, illuminating, but ludicrous. I should start on my minutes it's 3 months late. According to hearsay, mr brown lost his job due to blogging in excess. I blog to cache and consolidate. I must start revising the notes on burettes.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
OMG OMG OMG
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Angeline and Mingting would agree with me that this has probably been the most stressful/exciting/exhilarating week of our lives.
Thank you Lucas! Thank you Mrs Ho! Thank you Mr Ho! Thank you seniors who came back! Thank you HCI, SCGS, KC and ACSI! Thank you supporters from Xinmin! Thank you teachers who wished us all the best!
They'd better announce this during morning assembly or we'll go after their heads.
Somehow, I felt this sense of foreshadowing when Mrs. Julia Gabriel went up the stage and mentioned how she remembered our win in 2000. That was 7 years ago. Xinmin has re-made history!!
WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS IN B DIV!!!
Angeline and Mingting would agree with me that this has probably been the most stressful/exciting/exhilarating week of our lives.
Thank you Lucas! Thank you Mrs Ho! Thank you Mr Ho! Thank you seniors who came back! Thank you HCI, SCGS, KC and ACSI! Thank you supporters from Xinmin! Thank you teachers who wished us all the best!
They'd better announce this during morning assembly or we'll go after their heads.
Somehow, I felt this sense of foreshadowing when Mrs. Julia Gabriel went up the stage and mentioned how she remembered our win in 2000. That was 7 years ago. Xinmin has re-made history!!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
20 more hours!!!!!!!
SYF is tomorrow.
I'm really nervous. But more excited.
I really wish we'll be like the dancers who were downstairs screaming and crying.
And Mr Chia'll be saying stuff like in 2003, the choir got silver, in 2005, the choir got gold and for the year 2007, I'm proud to announce that choir has received the gold with honours. OMG.
Argh. Argh. I feel as if I'm stuck in that chasm between dread and anguish, and euphoria of the extreme variety.
Someone slap me, or shoot me, or something. !!!!!
I'm really nervous. But more excited.
I really wish we'll be like the dancers who were downstairs screaming and crying.
And Mr Chia'll be saying stuff like in 2003, the choir got silver, in 2005, the choir got gold and for the year 2007, I'm proud to announce that choir has received the gold with honours. OMG.
Argh. Argh. I feel as if I'm stuck in that chasm between dread and anguish, and euphoria of the extreme variety.
Someone slap me, or shoot me, or something. !!!!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
I had such an amusing/bizarre dream last night. As usual I was at some concert and they were performing something that remotely resembles Lanterns Never Go Out (at least the make up was all there) and I needed a lift back home since it was quite late at night. Then Esther kept trailing after me and blocking my way, as usual, then I lost her in a crowd of twittering schoolchildren. Upon reaching the lobby (that looked as if it came out of the set of Charlie and The Chocolate Factory), I saw andrea and I asked him for a ride home, and he turned around and reared his strangely contorted face at me, evil and omminous, a la The Exorcist.
"Why are you smiling like that?" I ventured. There was no response, surprisingly, and I went to call Esther and was slightly annoyed with my phone's number pad and its sticky, malfunctioning keys. Somehow, the speed dial she was assigned to didn't work and I had to frantically type my way through the phone book. A moment later, I caught up with her and witnessed a black, flat sports car drive up to us. There was no driver. (There was also a shiny, beetle-ish clown car behind it, but that's unimportant.)
So, my sister and I boarded the car and I found myself sitting next to andrea again, who was stoning though the look of evil still stirred some anxiety in me. There was a moment of tension, before the car jerked forward and whizzed round unearthly bends while I, recovering from the suddeness of it all, was reminded of Batman and his Batmobile. I called someone on my phone again (oddly enough, it was my sister, though she was sitting next to me. And like in sitcoms, a seperate scene appeared next to my field of view with a freeze-frame of her on the phone, mouth agape and everything.) and I was talking in quite a calm manner "Hello, I'm may be dying tonight because I'm stuck in a car witout a driver and etc. etc. So I'm probably not coming back for dinner" and she was like "oh alright I'll tell mummy".
We passed by the clown car and I think a few dilapidated mansions with spiralling staircases, before screeching loudly to a halt at my block of flats. Dream sequence ends here.
And a certain St____r is striking again. This time concerning some fictitious love of my life. I am amused and mildly flattered.
"Why are you smiling like that?" I ventured. There was no response, surprisingly, and I went to call Esther and was slightly annoyed with my phone's number pad and its sticky, malfunctioning keys. Somehow, the speed dial she was assigned to didn't work and I had to frantically type my way through the phone book. A moment later, I caught up with her and witnessed a black, flat sports car drive up to us. There was no driver. (There was also a shiny, beetle-ish clown car behind it, but that's unimportant.)
So, my sister and I boarded the car and I found myself sitting next to andrea again, who was stoning though the look of evil still stirred some anxiety in me. There was a moment of tension, before the car jerked forward and whizzed round unearthly bends while I, recovering from the suddeness of it all, was reminded of Batman and his Batmobile. I called someone on my phone again (oddly enough, it was my sister, though she was sitting next to me. And like in sitcoms, a seperate scene appeared next to my field of view with a freeze-frame of her on the phone, mouth agape and everything.) and I was talking in quite a calm manner "Hello, I'm may be dying tonight because I'm stuck in a car witout a driver and etc. etc. So I'm probably not coming back for dinner" and she was like "oh alright I'll tell mummy".
We passed by the clown car and I think a few dilapidated mansions with spiralling staircases, before screeching loudly to a halt at my block of flats. Dream sequence ends here.
And a certain St____r is striking again. This time concerning some fictitious love of my life. I am amused and mildly flattered.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
We. Are. So. In. The. Finals. The truth has sunk into me. I am joyful and overwhelmed. And relieved. And having mixed feelings about being the proverbial punching bag for next year's A division. And slightly worried. And annoyed with the narrow-mindedness of certain adjudicators. And amused by the way The Reader, sated with ennui, would scroll his way down to skip this paragraph due to its irksome parallel sentence structure. Will refrain from using cheesy literary conventions from this point forth. Anyway.
Homecoming Day was so awesome!! Speech day was so-so. Nauseated by the fact that we (i) have few famous notable alumni (to brag about on our school page on wikipedia. It's not like I can brag that so-and-so who happens to be a journalist who said of her school as a Big Strong Tree/a star for All The Wrong Reasons-turned-IT expert/an international supermodel came from my school) (ii) my choir costume was microwaving me and (iii) my head was still pounding from yesterday's debate.
Ice Heaven/Haven was a major success, I guess. The Ice Kachang went platinum after the second hour and we had so much fun operating the ice machine and frantically changing ice blocks. Saw a certain someone whom I might address as Mr Wide-Apart-Eyes if one was feeling particularly mean (due to past wrongdoings but that's just hearsay) and felt like criminalizing petty citizen journalism. But so-and-so tries so hard to keep that veneer of maturity polished so meticulously, one has to give extra credit for that painstaking effort. I shouldn't digress and go full force into Mr Blackwell mode, but concerns such as these have to be voiced for catharsis and for the greater good of, um, the public. Whatever.
The tang yuans were quite ok, I thought. The soup needed more sugar though, but the tang yuans were so soft and so darn good, especially with the peanuts. I think the red and green bean soup was quite good (if I liked beans in the first place, but sadly I didn't). Maybe it might have sold better if it was cold/frozen? Like potong. Argh the ideas come too late.
I met many seniors as well! Saw Lisa, Jonathan, Dylis, Darren, Benedict, Felicia (and the gang) and Aisha. Mr Nicholas Tan Wei Hung was supposed to come for Speech Day to receive his prize but I was fearing it was a no-show when his name had to be called out several times to confirm his appearance just moments before the event began. Elizabeth went off before I even said hi because she Erm Ran Out Of Coupons And Time And Energy XD ; Ok, at least I had someone to communicate with during my troubling and grievious time of furtive guarding of the central staircase, since Kiat Han wanted to go off to walk around and spend some coupons and I felt bad when Hui Ying had to accompany me in the solitude of it all.
I love 301 man. Everyone's so enthusiastic and understanding and caring, and so amazingly mature. (ok at least most of them, lol) We did many cheers (about money, which clearly exasperated all our accountants-to-be) then I left early with my mum and sis after we were dismissed so I wouldn't have known what went on after that. My sister dyed her hair red, which kind of suits her but I fear the exacerbating of whatever scalp imperfections she may have.
Homecoming Day was so awesome!! Speech day was so-so. Nauseated by the fact that we (i) have few famous notable alumni (to brag about on our school page on wikipedia. It's not like I can brag that so-and-so who happens to be a journalist who said of her school as a Big Strong Tree/a star for All The Wrong Reasons-turned-IT expert/an international supermodel came from my school) (ii) my choir costume was microwaving me and (iii) my head was still pounding from yesterday's debate.
Ice Heaven/Haven was a major success, I guess. The Ice Kachang went platinum after the second hour and we had so much fun operating the ice machine and frantically changing ice blocks. Saw a certain someone whom I might address as Mr Wide-Apart-Eyes if one was feeling particularly mean (due to past wrongdoings but that's just hearsay) and felt like criminalizing petty citizen journalism. But so-and-so tries so hard to keep that veneer of maturity polished so meticulously, one has to give extra credit for that painstaking effort. I shouldn't digress and go full force into Mr Blackwell mode, but concerns such as these have to be voiced for catharsis and for the greater good of, um, the public. Whatever.
The tang yuans were quite ok, I thought. The soup needed more sugar though, but the tang yuans were so soft and so darn good, especially with the peanuts. I think the red and green bean soup was quite good (if I liked beans in the first place, but sadly I didn't). Maybe it might have sold better if it was cold/frozen? Like potong. Argh the ideas come too late.
I met many seniors as well! Saw Lisa, Jonathan, Dylis, Darren, Benedict, Felicia (and the gang) and Aisha. Mr Nicholas Tan Wei Hung was supposed to come for Speech Day to receive his prize but I was fearing it was a no-show when his name had to be called out several times to confirm his appearance just moments before the event began. Elizabeth went off before I even said hi because she Erm Ran Out Of Coupons And Time And Energy XD ; Ok, at least I had someone to communicate with during my troubling and grievious time of furtive guarding of the central staircase, since Kiat Han wanted to go off to walk around and spend some coupons and I felt bad when Hui Ying had to accompany me in the solitude of it all.
I love 301 man. Everyone's so enthusiastic and understanding and caring, and so amazingly mature. (ok at least most of them, lol) We did many cheers (about money, which clearly exasperated all our accountants-to-be) then I left early with my mum and sis after we were dismissed so I wouldn't have known what went on after that. My sister dyed her hair red, which kind of suits her but I fear the exacerbating of whatever scalp imperfections she may have.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I have an evil toe
Happy birthday Esther!!
(you emo-fashionista kid XD )
She has so many presents, especially from her classmates and the card from liren was so... interesting in a literary context. I think April kiddies have it so good because everyone remembers their birthdays and gets stuff for them. I should form the January Babies' Support Group in which everyone will remember each others' birthdays to prevent disappointment and depression during their birthdays. Etc. I think the fact that our birthdays fall much earlier than the rest of the cohod should be celebrated.
I'm thinking of switching to Xanga because I'm quite sick of the Blogger interface.
My dad and I have been busy experimenting with streams of unconsciousness (or internal dialogue) as a literary technique, since he's using it in an assignment. I think there's no 'set' method and pattern of using such devices since it should be organically derived from the character, meaning to say that there shouldn't necessarily be set rules to follow, like the usage of sentence fragments and monosyllabic words. Anyway, we had lots of fun.
I'm reposting the above video because it works again and I find it so haunting. It's called "Want You To Know" by The Freelance Hellraiser.
During the practice NAPFA run today, I developed a blister and it burst during the run so back in class, I removed my sock and found a lump of skin clinging, falling, off the side of my toe. It wasn't bleeding though the entire epidermis had fallen off and looked, well, evil. I hate blisters, and especially when I have dry feet that hardly get fresh air because of my pair of horrible, constricting, painfully unergonomic canvas shoes. At least there was no blood, it makes my skin crawl. I shan't be a doctor, let alone be a neurosurgeon.
And seriously, 301 seems to be made up of guitarists. Which is So Cool. And we gather round and sing songs (mostly from church, sometimes hoobastank's the reason, lol) during free time so it's like this bonding activity in a sea of lethargic souls. I feel sleepy already.
And this may just be a slight whim/fancy but I think I want to go to NAFA/LaSalle to pursue a career in graphics/fine art/contemporary writing, as originally intended when I was fourteen and young and naive. Maybe not so. I think it's more rewarding, albeit having to give up a more stable way of life. But then again, I am so fickle. And I smell anchovy, for some odd reason.
(you emo-fashionista kid XD )
She has so many presents, especially from her classmates and the card from liren was so... interesting in a literary context. I think April kiddies have it so good because everyone remembers their birthdays and gets stuff for them. I should form the January Babies' Support Group in which everyone will remember each others' birthdays to prevent disappointment and depression during their birthdays. Etc. I think the fact that our birthdays fall much earlier than the rest of the cohod should be celebrated.
I'm thinking of switching to Xanga because I'm quite sick of the Blogger interface.
My dad and I have been busy experimenting with streams of unconsciousness (or internal dialogue) as a literary technique, since he's using it in an assignment. I think there's no 'set' method and pattern of using such devices since it should be organically derived from the character, meaning to say that there shouldn't necessarily be set rules to follow, like the usage of sentence fragments and monosyllabic words. Anyway, we had lots of fun.
I'm reposting the above video because it works again and I find it so haunting. It's called "Want You To Know" by The Freelance Hellraiser.
During the practice NAPFA run today, I developed a blister and it burst during the run so back in class, I removed my sock and found a lump of skin clinging, falling, off the side of my toe. It wasn't bleeding though the entire epidermis had fallen off and looked, well, evil. I hate blisters, and especially when I have dry feet that hardly get fresh air because of my pair of horrible, constricting, painfully unergonomic canvas shoes. At least there was no blood, it makes my skin crawl. I shan't be a doctor, let alone be a neurosurgeon.
And seriously, 301 seems to be made up of guitarists. Which is So Cool. And we gather round and sing songs (mostly from church, sometimes hoobastank's the reason, lol) during free time so it's like this bonding activity in a sea of lethargic souls. I feel sleepy already.
And this may just be a slight whim/fancy but I think I want to go to NAFA/LaSalle to pursue a career in graphics/fine art/contemporary writing, as originally intended when I was fourteen and young and naive. Maybe not so. I think it's more rewarding, albeit having to give up a more stable way of life. But then again, I am so fickle. And I smell anchovy, for some odd reason.
Is contemplating lasik
Because I can't decide on an approriate spectacle frame, I'm thinking of zapping my eyes with lasers to spare me the dilemma.
The JG semis are tomorrow, gack.
We've received our very original class tee today. I think it's cute.
See? It can be transformed into a banana via some simple manipulations.
I like it. It's so eccentric and avant-garde.
The JG semis are tomorrow, gack.
We've received our very original class tee today. I think it's cute.
See? It can be transformed into a banana via some simple manipulations.
I like it. It's so eccentric and avant-garde.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Emo
I love typing emo poems too!
My soul
is
shattered;
sobxx(
LOL
That was total glurge.
Anyway, I don't have much energy left now because it has been 2 months since I've left school before 6 pm which isn't supposed to be healthy.
I've been thinking about the choir concert next semester/next year, and there some songs that I so definitely want to do. We shall sing daemon irrepit callidus, cui dong cui, see the gipsies, jaakobin pojat, te quiero, hikariga and shima e! I don't want to do viva la musica. That song was so... mediocre when sung by an unethused choir.
And Zongyi yes I want to go for the AJC concert! And my tagboard's quite screwed because it doesn't load properly.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Photos!
I'm having a "We dance round in a ring and suppose / but the Secret sits in the middle and knows" moment.
Band's got a gold! I was drawing the diagram for the enzyme-substrate complex during my biology test, and Mr Chia's voice suddenly came on through the PA system and I was temporary stunned for 5 minutes because of the suddeness of realization that band's SYF was today and that if they got a gold then choir would be even more pressurized, because it's so likely that dance and guzheng will get a gold too (draw the links yourself). No actually we want to get Gold WIth Honours this time. However I had the urge to rip the throat out of a certain tenor whose name rhymes with 'tart'. OK. And several others as well. Routine. But there's still no time for routine, anyway.
HOWEVER, I do have the photos of the dinner event last saturday and I shall attempt to upload them now. I photoshopped most of them to get rid of the pimples and blemishes.
This is me with my aunt. Just kidding. It's my sister who looks older than me, interestingly.
This photo just begs to be captioned!
Ruimin hiding behind a potted plant harbouring intentions of scaring Elizabeth when she walks past.
Limin acting cute -.-
Andrea acting, uhh, "cute".
Band's got a gold! I was drawing the diagram for the enzyme-substrate complex during my biology test, and Mr Chia's voice suddenly came on through the PA system and I was temporary stunned for 5 minutes because of the suddeness of realization that band's SYF was today and that if they got a gold then choir would be even more pressurized, because it's so likely that dance and guzheng will get a gold too (draw the links yourself). No actually we want to get Gold WIth Honours this time. However I had the urge to rip the throat out of a certain tenor whose name rhymes with 'tart'. OK. And several others as well. Routine. But there's still no time for routine, anyway.
HOWEVER, I do have the photos of the dinner event last saturday and I shall attempt to upload them now. I photoshopped most of them to get rid of the pimples and blemishes.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
I have a comprehension test tomorrow, how insipid
Oh my gawd. 4 spelig erors in a just few paragraphs (albeit long ones). I say it's the weather that's to blame for the sudden language malfunction.
There's a literature test tomorrow and we're doing unseen poetry. I think I prefer unseen poetry rather than TKAM because factual errors are occasionally forgivable in unseen poetry, since it is unseen, afterall. I remember paying the too-harsh penalties in my first literature test when I added extra information that I forgot to mention was inferred and the toxic, deathly look that my lit teacher splashed along with my paper that appeared bleeding from the cut marks of a passionate educator. It felt like acid. Anyway, apart from such freak-accidents, literature is a wonderful subject and like it or not, there is an inherent sort of exclusivity that the lit class espouses. Superiority towards the other humanities subjects that don't have as much a weightage in the humanities scholarship as lit. The warm afterglow after finishing a 15-page essay. The very fact that you can show off stacks of foolscape paper industrial-stapled together and super-saturated with spidery handwriting to the point where it would seem ludicrous for the examiner to attempt to mark it. It's called Lit Pride and may be a good and bad thing, oh I don't know.
Oh yes; Andrea still insists that 2 years in Xinmin cannot be summed up by grunts and snorts but I'll save that reflective piece for later after SYF. We'll see what that can do to my reflections, anyway. And I still have the photos I took at the awesome dinner event yesterday but I'm charging my phone/camera now.
There's a literature test tomorrow and we're doing unseen poetry. I think I prefer unseen poetry rather than TKAM because factual errors are occasionally forgivable in unseen poetry, since it is unseen, afterall. I remember paying the too-harsh penalties in my first literature test when I added extra information that I forgot to mention was inferred and the toxic, deathly look that my lit teacher splashed along with my paper that appeared bleeding from the cut marks of a passionate educator. It felt like acid. Anyway, apart from such freak-accidents, literature is a wonderful subject and like it or not, there is an inherent sort of exclusivity that the lit class espouses. Superiority towards the other humanities subjects that don't have as much a weightage in the humanities scholarship as lit. The warm afterglow after finishing a 15-page essay. The very fact that you can show off stacks of foolscape paper industrial-stapled together and super-saturated with spidery handwriting to the point where it would seem ludicrous for the examiner to attempt to mark it. It's called Lit Pride and may be a good and bad thing, oh I don't know.
Oh yes; Andrea still insists that 2 years in Xinmin cannot be summed up by grunts and snorts but I'll save that reflective piece for later after SYF. We'll see what that can do to my reflections, anyway. And I still have the photos I took at the awesome dinner event yesterday but I'm charging my phone/camera now.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Predictable Tomorrow
Today is Good Friday, when we remember and celebrate the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. Funny how we can celebrate someone's death huh? The reason why Good Friday is 'Good' at all is because of God's love for us that he could send his only son to die for sinners like us. In him we have hope of having a relationship with God again. And about 1970 years on, people think Good Friday is 'good' because it's a public holiday. Okay that's sad.
Tomorrow will be the only SYF rehearsal for us. I'll reach school at 8.45 and find the choir room opened and everyone will be busy getting ready and changing and smearing on gobs of make-up and lipstick in front of the giant mirror. I'll sneeze on the concealer and powder that's floating around in the room, and the smell of leather shoes that I only wear on occasions like these will once again jolt me to reality. I shall be horrified. Then we'll spend time doing warm-ups, and screaming at everyone to gather and get ready (some people will start to lean on the walls behind and I'll very likely glare at them) and the warm-ups to do tomorrow will consist of hissing and punches (8, 12 and 16 counts), 5 notes up the scale to the vowel 'e' and progressing to 'a', 4 notes down the scale to the syllables 'mi' and 'ma', some blending if we have time and going through See The Gipsies, Cui Dong Cui and Everyone Sang at least 8000+ times with probably minimal improvement until the teachers come up and scream at us. And after everything, we will walk down the stairs and the horrible, jarring sound of courtshoes clanking like hooves will bounce and echo off the walls to create a sinister effect much like trepidation, until we finally reach the initial burst of light, meaning to say we've reached the first floor and the buses will be waiting for us. We'll gather at the foyer area and collect attendance cards and take attendance, before leaving; the altos with basses and tenors with sopranos. There will probably be a mix-up and everyone will be slightly vexed for a few minutes but unimportant things like these are overshadowed by other causes for concern. I'll be stoning on the bus all the way to VCH and depending on my fortune and the probably theory, who I'll sit in front of would be good or bad and my hair might end up contaminated and messy when I get off the bus. We will once again walk up the marble steps after plodding along the granite and stone walkway in the strong sunlight that is ever so prevailant in these areas, and upon reaching the top the the stairs, we will encounter many other choirs with their costumes and make-up looking ultra spiffy and some smartass guy will start shaking his head and feeling discouraged and in turn, spreading this negative vibe to the rest of the choir before I once again glare at him. Once we've waited long enough for our turn, we'll practice walking up the stage and down the stage, and then test out the acoustics in the hall. Minghui, Olivia and I will be grinning at each other as some sort of encouragement before we start singing. Mr Yong will be very happy and the teachers shall give us a standing ovation for our wonderful performance. We'll go back up the bus and everyone will work harder fo the next practice and we'll get our gold, hooray.
And then I'll be having a meeting in the ever-so-conducive SL room with the annoying foam swords that everyone will get distracted by, anyway and I'll end up frustrated and dangerously unhappy if I find my time is wasted, but hey that's unlikely so I say hooray for flimsy grey rods.
Andrea's acting all emo in his blog posts again (and it's making my blood curdle and skin crawl) but he ended off with
"then i turn back to see what i've achieved over the 2 years. like from a styless ass to the 'present' me. from that hopeless nerd to the 'present' me. this stops for now. people whom i want, to reflect on their past 2 years in XMS. preferably Sam =)"
I couldn't understand what the last sentence meant, but by the way I interpret it, he wants me to reflect on my "past 2 years in XMS". So here it goes: (takes a deep breather)
hurhur lol; blah, ok yay.
Have a nice weekend, everybody! :D
Tomorrow will be the only SYF rehearsal for us. I'll reach school at 8.45 and find the choir room opened and everyone will be busy getting ready and changing and smearing on gobs of make-up and lipstick in front of the giant mirror. I'll sneeze on the concealer and powder that's floating around in the room, and the smell of leather shoes that I only wear on occasions like these will once again jolt me to reality. I shall be horrified. Then we'll spend time doing warm-ups, and screaming at everyone to gather and get ready (some people will start to lean on the walls behind and I'll very likely glare at them) and the warm-ups to do tomorrow will consist of hissing and punches (8, 12 and 16 counts), 5 notes up the scale to the vowel 'e' and progressing to 'a', 4 notes down the scale to the syllables 'mi' and 'ma', some blending if we have time and going through See The Gipsies, Cui Dong Cui and Everyone Sang at least 8000+ times with probably minimal improvement until the teachers come up and scream at us. And after everything, we will walk down the stairs and the horrible, jarring sound of courtshoes clanking like hooves will bounce and echo off the walls to create a sinister effect much like trepidation, until we finally reach the initial burst of light, meaning to say we've reached the first floor and the buses will be waiting for us. We'll gather at the foyer area and collect attendance cards and take attendance, before leaving; the altos with basses and tenors with sopranos. There will probably be a mix-up and everyone will be slightly vexed for a few minutes but unimportant things like these are overshadowed by other causes for concern. I'll be stoning on the bus all the way to VCH and depending on my fortune and the probably theory, who I'll sit in front of would be good or bad and my hair might end up contaminated and messy when I get off the bus. We will once again walk up the marble steps after plodding along the granite and stone walkway in the strong sunlight that is ever so prevailant in these areas, and upon reaching the top the the stairs, we will encounter many other choirs with their costumes and make-up looking ultra spiffy and some smartass guy will start shaking his head and feeling discouraged and in turn, spreading this negative vibe to the rest of the choir before I once again glare at him. Once we've waited long enough for our turn, we'll practice walking up the stage and down the stage, and then test out the acoustics in the hall. Minghui, Olivia and I will be grinning at each other as some sort of encouragement before we start singing. Mr Yong will be very happy and the teachers shall give us a standing ovation for our wonderful performance. We'll go back up the bus and everyone will work harder fo the next practice and we'll get our gold, hooray.
And then I'll be having a meeting in the ever-so-conducive SL room with the annoying foam swords that everyone will get distracted by, anyway and I'll end up frustrated and dangerously unhappy if I find my time is wasted, but hey that's unlikely so I say hooray for flimsy grey rods.
Andrea's acting all emo in his blog posts again (and it's making my blood curdle and skin crawl) but he ended off with
I couldn't understand what the last sentence meant, but by the way I interpret it, he wants me to reflect on my "past 2 years in XMS". So here it goes: (takes a deep breather)
Have a nice weekend, everybody! :D
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
FOUR MORE PRACTICES
OMG. OMG. OMG. If we are presumably at low silver now, we'll have the next practice to improve to high silver, then the 2nd practice to low gold, then 3rd practice to get to high gold, then 4th practice to finally reach gold with honours. We'll have to make giant quantum leaps of mega-improvement every practice! And a gold means a two-point cut off our O Levels aggregate. OMG. But it's not about getting gold; it's about doing your very best, ergo reaching gold standard. ARGH.
Actually, I'm more nervous about tomorrow's NAPFA test and next Friday's JG semi-finals and receiving the dreaded Biology test and the biology test next tuesday and the A Maths test next thursday and the History test next friday and next friday's the semi-finals too so argh how am I going to study. Did I mention that SYF's in 4 practices' time??
And everything I'm saying is so surface-level, gahhh.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Akita Ondo
Remember Akita Ondo? The song that we couldn't understand or feel much for.
Imagine the XM Chorale singing this for SYF. We would be SO good :( Nevermind; this is also not the time to mope over lost songs never understood well enough, and henceforth, shattered dreams and mutual unhappiness etc. etc.
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