Some links that I have clicked on today:
— UIN/FIN Algorithm or rather, something cool to do with your NRIC number.
— Threadless
— vPOST A cool new way to order stuff from the USA and Japan
That's about it because I was eating my dad's birthday cake. Which was this mocha flavoured thing from BreadTalk, but the comparatively enormous chocolate mug on top that was filled with cream was heavenly. (In a counter-culture against slim and skinny ideals sort of way)
Yes, and the elections... I'm ratherglad we live in Singapore. Look at a few other nations. Riots and unrest breakout, usually after the election results come out. Look at Singapore. In half a day, the results come out, people celebrate, all is happy and well. I guess it might be due to the predictable nature of our politics.
There's English Paper 1 and History Paper tomorrow! I'm rather looking forward to them. I just hope that I have enough time to complete my essays and compositions. Which I totally suck at. You know, time-management and the pre-adult understanding of time. Yeah. I'm vague as usual. I apologize. blahblahblah.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Reminiscent of a pale past
So it's 12.01 am now. I'm blogging on a new Saturday.
And I was looking through my archive. Here's what I wrote a little more than a year ago in May.
A Life
Yesterday i nearly died coz i havent done so much homework, then the !%^& history project not nice enough....then it was like, most of the things i do on my own.....as usual. Then Jun da always want me in his grp coz then i can do EVEYFUKKINTHING in the project. so damn annoying. but aniwaes...
I re-ran my 2.4km again today. Then halfway through i couldn't breathe lor..then i felt like collapsing like that...then when i finish running i suddenly saw ching yi at the school gate already. then i was like, omfgwtf...he completed so early? then i pretend to be nice and asked him. and it turns out he gave up halfway. TYPICAL....... ¬¬ Good thing this time i clocked 13.40. still very bad but at least i pass lar......
tomorrow got bloody choral bloody speaking. so damn fukked up. i hate i hate i hate i hate >_< stupid akawakawaka lamerrr
And I shall use the wonderful skills/powers of reflecting that my wonderful marvelous supercalifragilisticexpelidociously amazing school has thought me.
- I don't remember any particular history projectOH!IREMEMBERNOW.
- I can't believe that I was once so incapable of running 2.4 km in under 13 minutes.
- Somehow that Chong Yi At The School Gate incident feels like it had only happened a week ago.
- And there was choral speaking the next day. Which means I felt angst and rage as I slept.
(zoom back to present)
Mother Tongue paper 1 and 2 was so-so. Except that I have this sad sick feeling that the letter-writing bit is not of passing standard. I'm rather looking forward to Monday's exams though. English Paper 1 and History. Looks like I'll be needing to stock up on pens during the weekend. But I still can't stand formal letter writing. It's like they're training us how to criticize management departments of companies at such a tender age. Ok that remark was only in jest of the hope of liberation from severe political correctness.
And afterwards I felt annoyed at myself for not putting in the effort that I needed to put in for Chinese. And to the social and educational reforms in the past century that have made me bitter and cynical of things to come. And you can raise your eyebrows in expectations of substantiation, and wondering why my sentence structure sub-department in my language department is suddenly so bad. The only conjuction I can think of now is 'and'. And and and and. I could tear out my hair in frustration!
But anyway Singapore's Polling Day is tomorrow. I'm not into politics but I strongly feel that as Singaporeans, it is our responsibility to be tracking the campaigns and rallies because they all play a part in our future. Our future. Not just the government's, or the future of those who are in the GRCs that are more heavily involved. And one day the generations after us will be sitting in the classroom as their teacher gives them a social studies lesson and makes them obligated to memorize the important dates, eg. 6 May 2006.
My drooping eyes and fatigued mind are a sign that I need/crave sleep. I shall not wake up until 12 noon later. Which means as I sleep, Singaporean voters will decide their leaders. Which means I shouldn't be sleeping til so late. Which means etc. etc.
And I was looking through my archive. Here's what I wrote a little more than a year ago in May.
A Life
Yesterday i nearly died coz i havent done so much homework, then the !%^& history project not nice enough....then it was like, most of the things i do on my own.....as usual. Then Jun da always want me in his grp coz then i can do EVEYFUKKINTHING in the project. so damn annoying. but aniwaes...
I re-ran my 2.4km again today. Then halfway through i couldn't breathe lor..then i felt like collapsing like that...then when i finish running i suddenly saw ching yi at the school gate already. then i was like, omfgwtf...he completed so early? then i pretend to be nice and asked him. and it turns out he gave up halfway. TYPICAL....... ¬¬ Good thing this time i clocked 13.40. still very bad but at least i pass lar......
tomorrow got bloody choral bloody speaking. so damn fukked up. i hate i hate i hate i hate >_< stupid akawakawaka lamerrr
And I shall use the wonderful skills/powers of reflecting that my wonderful marvelous supercalifragilisticexpelidociously amazing school has thought me.
- I don't remember any particular history projectOH!IREMEMBERNOW.
- I can't believe that I was once so incapable of running 2.4 km in under 13 minutes.
- Somehow that Chong Yi At The School Gate incident feels like it had only happened a week ago.
- And there was choral speaking the next day. Which means I felt angst and rage as I slept.
(zoom back to present)
Mother Tongue paper 1 and 2 was so-so. Except that I have this sad sick feeling that the letter-writing bit is not of passing standard. I'm rather looking forward to Monday's exams though. English Paper 1 and History. Looks like I'll be needing to stock up on pens during the weekend. But I still can't stand formal letter writing. It's like they're training us how to criticize management departments of companies at such a tender age. Ok that remark was only in jest of the hope of liberation from severe political correctness.
And afterwards I felt annoyed at myself for not putting in the effort that I needed to put in for Chinese. And to the social and educational reforms in the past century that have made me bitter and cynical of things to come. And you can raise your eyebrows in expectations of substantiation, and wondering why my sentence structure sub-department in my language department is suddenly so bad. The only conjuction I can think of now is 'and'. And and and and. I could tear out my hair in frustration!
But anyway Singapore's Polling Day is tomorrow. I'm not into politics but I strongly feel that as Singaporeans, it is our responsibility to be tracking the campaigns and rallies because they all play a part in our future. Our future. Not just the government's, or the future of those who are in the GRCs that are more heavily involved. And one day the generations after us will be sitting in the classroom as their teacher gives them a social studies lesson and makes them obligated to memorize the important dates, eg. 6 May 2006.
My drooping eyes and fatigued mind are a sign that I need/crave sleep. I shall not wake up until 12 noon later. Which means as I sleep, Singaporean voters will decide their leaders. Which means I shouldn't be sleeping til so late. Which means etc. etc.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The cryptic blog post
It's beyond our control anyway. It's not like it's a world that revolves around one particular person who controls all friendships and freaking shallow pool of friends/aquaintances. But it's cool, duncha think, that everywhere you go you can wave your hands, you'll always have people at your sides and even better—you can ALL go toilet together! Then you'll have people to Pei you everywhere, and the people who Pangseh you will be so out of your circle of friends. You can carry your tote bags everywhere with you now! To go shopping for ballet pumps, sling bags that aren't cool in your eyes anymore, super cute keychains and graphic tees that claim to be art. I mean, now that surf brands are not acceptable now, you need to venture your field of expertise in making the normal people sick, right? Crumpler, Zinc, Billabong, Roxy. They once used be cooler ya know. Blech! Fashion, over my dead body, huh. See? Even my toes are laughing at such crude unoriginality
And I also can't figure out how people can look like okay-people but become freaking anal when they start talking. Lord help me.
I am deranged. I am also estranged from the people whom I thought could all grow old together and bring our grandchildren for walks down, say, the central business district, and sit in al fresco cafés to reminisce the past to match our bittersweet mocha. But I'm okay with dreaming of idealistic fantasies that I doubt will ever materialize.
And I also can't figure out how people can look like okay-people but become freaking anal when they start talking. Lord help me.
I am deranged. I am also estranged from the people whom I thought could all grow old together and bring our grandchildren for walks down, say, the central business district, and sit in al fresco cafés to reminisce the past to match our bittersweet mocha. But I'm okay with dreaming of idealistic fantasies that I doubt will ever materialize.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Fake Model Photography
They're easy. They're cute. They are addictive. It's fake model photography! And, there's a flikr group too!
Sunday, April 30, 2006
one more thing
ARGHHH!#$%^@%& password protected blogs are now officially my number one most irritating feature. It's not the music anymore. GNASH TEETH. I'm angry AND fuming AND frustrated I could suddenly break down. Like whatever. No one will care, I don't really mind too anyway.
there goes my labour day holiday that i need for my survival
No one cares! I mean, who cares that I need the time tomorrow very very desperately to complete the stuff that i have to do for art to get my CA1 marks? Who cares that i absolutely hate getting wet and playing games? I hate games. I don't have time for games. Even as a child I hated games. Games do NOT equate fun for me. I prefer having fun doing graphic design, or maybe playing the clarinet or practising my piano, or even trying to debate. I don't do games. And that's why you don't see me getting all wild and boring holes into my own skull of undesire by playing games.
Games are for kiddies. I am not a kid.
And that also would explain my hatred for camps. I hate: camps, especially the ones in school! Which are pointless and they are all the same anyway: 1st day: icebreakers (newspaper game, human entanglement game, whacko, and if i'm unlucky, police and thief/cat and mouse) later there will be water bombs that is already a cliché but ya know, not many people realize it. 1st night: trying to sleep but can't sleep. tsk. 2nd day: wake up early to have, the horror! the irritation! — Physical training! (Yes, not even members of aesthetic groups can escape from the tedious and enraging excercises that uniform groups do) and later in the day there will be station games (which i'm tired of already), but if lady luck smiles upon me, treasure hunt, which is fun-ner that station games. I hate pretending to be in some war with water warfare because it involves getting wet. So there. 2nd night: manages to sleep, but will be woken up for freaking inconsiderate fire drill. if [a certain unmentionable camp] decides to have a fire drill to humiliate us again, i will be so quitting that [unmentionable organization]. Words alone can never express the fury that come from me when people hold a fire drill in the night and purposely hide people around school. Like that will really happen. Or, what they always harp on, like everyone will really bond together. No, I'm not some magical protein/calcium glue that can form strong, emotionally-dependant(I say prone to emotional blackmail) friendships that 'will last a lifetime'. Ha. Ha. I can already hear the weak laughter in my head.
No actually, inside of me, I'm shrieking with laughter.
Enough about camps. The non-school kinds should be okay.
And to clarify, it's the physical kinds of games (in which you have to run around and laugh like a moron) that I will never find favour in my eyes. Not the kinds that make you think (eg. some game that i can't think of right now but i'm sure it would be very cool)
... And other stuff. The under-14/(or was it 15?) debating tournaments are coming soon. Around my exam period. So, will this affect my level position and ability to get the coveted triple-sciences subject stream? Maybe next year I'll be looking through my old blog posts and laughing at my own lack of profundity and thought.
Did I mention my labour day holiday is now gone? I'm on the brink of collapsing.
Games are for kiddies. I am not a kid.
And that also would explain my hatred for camps. I hate: camps, especially the ones in school! Which are pointless and they are all the same anyway: 1st day: icebreakers (newspaper game, human entanglement game, whacko, and if i'm unlucky, police and thief/cat and mouse) later there will be water bombs that is already a cliché but ya know, not many people realize it. 1st night: trying to sleep but can't sleep. tsk. 2nd day: wake up early to have, the horror! the irritation! — Physical training! (Yes, not even members of aesthetic groups can escape from the tedious and enraging excercises that uniform groups do) and later in the day there will be station games (which i'm tired of already), but if lady luck smiles upon me, treasure hunt, which is fun-ner that station games. I hate pretending to be in some war with water warfare because it involves getting wet. So there. 2nd night: manages to sleep, but will be woken up for freaking inconsiderate fire drill. if [a certain unmentionable camp] decides to have a fire drill to humiliate us again, i will be so quitting that [unmentionable organization]. Words alone can never express the fury that come from me when people hold a fire drill in the night and purposely hide people around school. Like that will really happen. Or, what they always harp on, like everyone will really bond together. No, I'm not some magical protein/calcium glue that can form strong, emotionally-dependant(I say prone to emotional blackmail) friendships that 'will last a lifetime'. Ha. Ha. I can already hear the weak laughter in my head.
No actually, inside of me, I'm shrieking with laughter.
Enough about camps. The non-school kinds should be okay.
And to clarify, it's the physical kinds of games (in which you have to run around and laugh like a moron) that I will never find favour in my eyes. Not the kinds that make you think (eg. some game that i can't think of right now but i'm sure it would be very cool)
... And other stuff. The under-14/(or was it 15?) debating tournaments are coming soon. Around my exam period. So, will this affect my level position and ability to get the coveted triple-sciences subject stream? Maybe next year I'll be looking through my old blog posts and laughing at my own lack of profundity and thought.
Did I mention my labour day holiday is now gone? I'm on the brink of collapsing.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
all my friends have turned bimbo
Thanks to elizbeth the grandma, I can't tolerate bimbos. Everytime i see a bimbo talking, my hands start twitching. You know why? Because of the Urge To Slap. Only by slapping will we then obtain silence and well, at least 10 minutes of bliss for everyone in earshot of bimbo babble.
And, the worst kind of bimbo ever will be the twits. Ew! I can't bring myself to imitate and mock their own lack of intelligence because that will just bring me down to Their Freaking Stupid Level of Idiotic Whinings and Decrease in Productivity.
AND, because of such sad sad people in our society, they have undermined the art and culture of surf brands and they have made the teen population who happen to study in neighbourhood schools due to unfortunate circumstances, look like freaking vegetables who make the truly IQ deficient appear like Harvard professors.
I feel a boiling rage today!! because I have been deprived of a shopping trip but to maintain diplomatic ties with loved ones I need to accept injustice in this tragic planet.
And, the worst kind of bimbo ever will be the twits. Ew! I can't bring myself to imitate and mock their own lack of intelligence because that will just bring me down to Their Freaking Stupid Level of Idiotic Whinings and Decrease in Productivity.
AND, because of such sad sad people in our society, they have undermined the art and culture of surf brands and they have made the teen population who happen to study in neighbourhood schools due to unfortunate circumstances, look like freaking vegetables who make the truly IQ deficient appear like Harvard professors.
I feel a boiling rage today!! because I have been deprived of a shopping trip but to maintain diplomatic ties with loved ones I need to accept injustice in this tragic planet.
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