I.
a burning smell wafts
from the overworked printer
in my studyroom
II.
air-conditioned room
toner, inks and white bleached paper
form fresh new textbook
III.
lights flash silently
printer needs more ink dammit
it is frustrating
IV.
quiet in the night
disgruntled user annoyed
dozes off angrily
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
My Holiday Timeline
By the 15th day of November, I should have finished my Holiday Reading List.
By the first day of December, I should have all my homework complete.
By the 28th of December, I should have already attempted to make a berry pavlova.
Plus, I need new:
- slippers
- bags
- iPod
- Sony Ericsson k800i, i think.
I'm still a teenager! Don't deprive me of these material delights!
By the first day of December, I should have all my homework complete.
By the 28th of December, I should have already attempted to make a berry pavlova.
Plus, I need new:
- slippers
- bags
- iPod
- Sony Ericsson k800i, i think.
I'm still a teenager! Don't deprive me of these material delights!
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Let it pour
You know,
sometimes I feel as if everything that happens to me is one big screwed-up practical joke that lasts for an eternity. Ha.
Like the times when I go flat broke, but my sister seems to have an everlasting flow of cash (curse primary school canteen food and their economics).
Like the times when I receive 3 messages on my phone, only to open them and see (i) something about grad night, (ii) something about SL camp, (iii) something about going to school early.
Like the times when your grandmother needs everything you say to be repeated twice (though sometimes, thrice), and when all you hear are the pointless nagging. (about drugged candy and smoking and coffee being a vice and all.)
Like the times when no one cares about helping someone 'beyond hope' anymore and have to force smiles in front of him. I don't understand why adults do that too. Perhaps they would rather be in their exclusive little Wisteria Lane-type lives. (yep, smear on that concealer! Loads of it.) Hypocrisy. And in front of children too.
Like the times when flight tickets sell out on you.
Blah blah blah. Blogging negatively ain't gonna do anything for my sanity.
So anyway Xinmin's in the Arena!! I think we performed alot better than most teams.
That's Junyi, Mingting, Fatimah, Andrea and me! (who is oh-so unfortunately slouching)
I've never made friends from other schools through SLB, nor through choir, but I think debate is one of the most social CCAs you can ever get (apart from, ohh I don't know, competitive social dancing?)
That's Andrea, Mingting and I. Mingting looks... slightly small here. Uh huh XD
Uh. The main focal point is really on the people on stage. Look at Andrea's cool pose!
Me and Vidya. I'm the one with the asymetrical smile on the left :(
That's them about to hear the results.
End result: cutesy certificate of congratulations. Ok mine's rather blur. You should see Andrea's blog for the clearer one.
The struggle to get dinner and return home was quite eventful, actually. While outside SIM trying to hail a cab, someone noticed the snails all over the grass and concrete we were stepping on, so naturally we all got out of the way. Until we heard this cracking sound (but it couldn't be help, the snail was hiding in the darkness under the grass!). So the smell of snail wafted through the air and we walked on to look for a taxi. Interestingly, there were many of them but not surprisingly, all hired. @#*! transportation!! Anyway we crossed the road, waved goodbye to Fatimah and her friend (as they boarded the cab. Sniff), and walked some more beside this forest, all while trying to flag down a taxi in futile attempts. I could almost visualize the passengers in the cab sneering at us!
We carried on walking until someone wanted to take the bus down first. So we crossed the intersection near Maju camp and we saw a taxi. It was bright. It was yellow. It gleamed and twinkled under the glare of the streetlamps. So naturally, we rushed in and gasp—accidently left Sid behind! In the dark! In the cold! All alone!
I hope he saw Nelson's smsed apology.
Well we finally boarded the cab, made our way down to Hougang Mall and pigged out at Cafe Cartel. (But Mingting couldn't join us then.)
We had the Supreme Platter (good), Texas Rodeo Ribs (good) and $6.20 chicken wings. So not good.There were only three, boring sized, boring-cut wings. 3!
Here's a picture shamlessly ripped from Andrea's blog! It's a acceptable looking photo of me.
And right now it's not very early and I'm tired so my brain is rather like this.
(It's supposed to mean hazy. Har de har har har)
sometimes I feel as if everything that happens to me is one big screwed-up practical joke that lasts for an eternity. Ha.
Like the times when I go flat broke, but my sister seems to have an everlasting flow of cash (curse primary school canteen food and their economics).
Like the times when I receive 3 messages on my phone, only to open them and see (i) something about grad night, (ii) something about SL camp, (iii) something about going to school early.
Like the times when your grandmother needs everything you say to be repeated twice (though sometimes, thrice), and when all you hear are the pointless nagging. (about drugged candy and smoking and coffee being a vice and all.)
Like the times when no one cares about helping someone 'beyond hope' anymore and have to force smiles in front of him. I don't understand why adults do that too. Perhaps they would rather be in their exclusive little Wisteria Lane-type lives. (yep, smear on that concealer! Loads of it.) Hypocrisy. And in front of children too.
Like the times when flight tickets sell out on you.
Blah blah blah. Blogging negatively ain't gonna do anything for my sanity.
So anyway Xinmin's in the Arena!! I think we performed alot better than most teams.
That's Junyi, Mingting, Fatimah, Andrea and me! (who is oh-so unfortunately slouching)
I've never made friends from other schools through SLB, nor through choir, but I think debate is one of the most social CCAs you can ever get (apart from, ohh I don't know, competitive social dancing?)
That's Andrea, Mingting and I. Mingting looks... slightly small here. Uh huh XD
Uh. The main focal point is really on the people on stage. Look at Andrea's cool pose!
Me and Vidya. I'm the one with the asymetrical smile on the left :(
That's them about to hear the results.
End result: cutesy certificate of congratulations. Ok mine's rather blur. You should see Andrea's blog for the clearer one.
The struggle to get dinner and return home was quite eventful, actually. While outside SIM trying to hail a cab, someone noticed the snails all over the grass and concrete we were stepping on, so naturally we all got out of the way. Until we heard this cracking sound (but it couldn't be help, the snail was hiding in the darkness under the grass!). So the smell of snail wafted through the air and we walked on to look for a taxi. Interestingly, there were many of them but not surprisingly, all hired. @#*! transportation!! Anyway we crossed the road, waved goodbye to Fatimah and her friend (as they boarded the cab. Sniff), and walked some more beside this forest, all while trying to flag down a taxi in futile attempts. I could almost visualize the passengers in the cab sneering at us!
We carried on walking until someone wanted to take the bus down first. So we crossed the intersection near Maju camp and we saw a taxi. It was bright. It was yellow. It gleamed and twinkled under the glare of the streetlamps. So naturally, we rushed in and gasp—accidently left Sid behind! In the dark! In the cold! All alone!
I hope he saw Nelson's smsed apology.
Well we finally boarded the cab, made our way down to Hougang Mall and pigged out at Cafe Cartel. (But Mingting couldn't join us then.)
We had the Supreme Platter (good), Texas Rodeo Ribs (good) and $6.20 chicken wings. So not good.There were only three, boring sized, boring-cut wings. 3!
Here's a picture shamlessly ripped from Andrea's blog! It's a acceptable looking photo of me.
And right now it's not very early and I'm tired so my brain is rather like this.
(It's supposed to mean hazy. Har de har har har)
Friday, October 27, 2006
My holidays are dwindling
You know when you're growing old when...
... you start not to notice the holidays because there's no difference between a holiday and a school day.
... you need to take out your planner/calendar when people want to fix dates to go out with you.
... you're awash with reunions with ex-classes. Many, many ex-classes.
... the birthday parties you attend now doesn't involve colourful decorations and guests wearing pointy hats.
... your somewhat youthful pimples start to disappear.
Not that I dislike being old or anything, but argh the change kills me because no one is forever the same person. (speaking of change I'm gonna leave my hair long, flat and layered now—wayyy emo.)
but whatever, anyway,
the holidays are here!!
It has finally dawned on me that I have 2 months, two months of a big supposed break (really it's a change-of-activities that is parading around as a long vacation). Heck— 2 months and I still don't have time to squeeze to take a short break with my family to Malaysia (and we were so looking forward to spending a whole week in Melbourne. Yes we do have our wild, empty dreams too.) Looks like I'll be spending my holidays alone doing my portfolio for CAP, doing my holiday homework, going for camp after camp after camp, at my class chalet, probably at a post-chalet barbeque, going for choir practice, going for debate, going for grad night meetings, etc. (and you can fit 'dying of exhaustion' nicely into that list too, though I'm not sure how long that would take.) At least I don't totally hate all of these activities.
Xinmin team 1 will be speaking in public at the second round of the auditions for The Arena! So exciting! (but if I were them, a truckful of supporters could kill me with anxiety) But there'll be banners all right :)
... you start not to notice the holidays because there's no difference between a holiday and a school day.
... you need to take out your planner/calendar when people want to fix dates to go out with you.
... you're awash with reunions with ex-classes. Many, many ex-classes.
... the birthday parties you attend now doesn't involve colourful decorations and guests wearing pointy hats.
... your somewhat youthful pimples start to disappear.
Not that I dislike being old or anything, but argh the change kills me because no one is forever the same person. (speaking of change I'm gonna leave my hair long, flat and layered now—wayyy emo.)
but whatever, anyway,
the holidays are here!!
It has finally dawned on me that I have 2 months, two months of a big supposed break (really it's a change-of-activities that is parading around as a long vacation). Heck— 2 months and I still don't have time to squeeze to take a short break with my family to Malaysia (and we were so looking forward to spending a whole week in Melbourne. Yes we do have our wild, empty dreams too.) Looks like I'll be spending my holidays alone doing my portfolio for CAP, doing my holiday homework, going for camp after camp after camp, at my class chalet, probably at a post-chalet barbeque, going for choir practice, going for debate, going for grad night meetings, etc. (and you can fit 'dying of exhaustion' nicely into that list too, though I'm not sure how long that would take.) At least I don't totally hate all of these activities.
Xinmin team 1 will be speaking in public at the second round of the auditions for The Arena! So exciting! (but if I were them, a truckful of supporters could kill me with anxiety) But there'll be banners all right :)
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Yikes!
I had a good laugh just now! Ask me why, tomorrow.
But I'm really really so so dead. I haven't finished the card for a certain important someone who loves shoes and is probably turning 40.
Anyway we had a mega cake today during our class party, courtesy of Ms Lim! It was very nice of her to throw a surprise party for us, but sadly I had just went back up after a heavy recess (of chicken rice, which was delicious though the soup tasted a tad too salty) so nope, no space for cake. That was my lunch and I survived the rest of the day by eating one of Nelson's fries when Andrea, Nelson and I went out to Mc's at hougang point. (I've never eaten a meal with a bitch-faggot and a horny bugger before! I jest with love—of course ;) )
But I knew I shouldn't have scrimped for lunch because I didn't have energy to slide up and down the notes when we were singing Jaakobin Pojat during choir today and it rained too, so hunger, crippled with relatively frosty windchill from the rain, and a shirt that refuses to be tucked it and pants that were really loose, made me a really pissed, cranky, PMT-sy debater that almost had it his way when a lady at the table next to me started calling her bowl of beef noodles 'stupid' (they were talking so loudly that I had later learnt they attended BSF earlier on. Very sad.) while I was having my dinner. At 10 PM. It was cold and I had to hug on to my Xinmin portfolio for whatever warmth a thermoplastic could grant me— just another one of those uses for huge files that I would never have thought of.
How would you design a card for a woman who seems to have everything, from dusty old Chanel and boring old LV to D&G or Bottega Veneta? (and with a hint of envy, I might have detected— commes des garcons.) Should I paste on dried rosebuds from a pack of L'Occitane potpourri? And for a touch of bourgeois, crystal studs from Cartier?
But I'm really really so so dead. I haven't finished the card for a certain important someone who loves shoes and is probably turning 40.
Anyway we had a mega cake today during our class party, courtesy of Ms Lim! It was very nice of her to throw a surprise party for us, but sadly I had just went back up after a heavy recess (of chicken rice, which was delicious though the soup tasted a tad too salty) so nope, no space for cake. That was my lunch and I survived the rest of the day by eating one of Nelson's fries when Andrea, Nelson and I went out to Mc's at hougang point. (I've never eaten a meal with a bitch-faggot and a horny bugger before! I jest with love—of course ;) )
But I knew I shouldn't have scrimped for lunch because I didn't have energy to slide up and down the notes when we were singing Jaakobin Pojat during choir today and it rained too, so hunger, crippled with relatively frosty windchill from the rain, and a shirt that refuses to be tucked it and pants that were really loose, made me a really pissed, cranky, PMT-sy debater that almost had it his way when a lady at the table next to me started calling her bowl of beef noodles 'stupid' (they were talking so loudly that I had later learnt they attended BSF earlier on. Very sad.) while I was having my dinner. At 10 PM. It was cold and I had to hug on to my Xinmin portfolio for whatever warmth a thermoplastic could grant me— just another one of those uses for huge files that I would never have thought of.
How would you design a card for a woman who seems to have everything, from dusty old Chanel and boring old LV to D&G or Bottega Veneta? (and with a hint of envy, I might have detected— commes des garcons.) Should I paste on dried rosebuds from a pack of L'Occitane potpourri? And for a touch of bourgeois, crystal studs from Cartier?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Photos!
I'm quite high now because there was chocolate fondue at Benjamin and Vivian's wedding XD
I think this is a very nice photo of the debaters
Don't we all look smart and spiffy in our ties and blazers? So fancy =P I must say... Nelson has a very interesting expression and pose. And I did the tilt-body-smile-look-forward pose. Heh.
Remember this??
I remember I had just had my hair cut and I didn't like it particularly because the sides were too thick and puffed up like Chairman Mao. (well something like that) Look how some people have changed! (and also marvel at the people that haven't.)
I think this is a very nice photo of the debaters
Don't we all look smart and spiffy in our ties and blazers? So fancy =P I must say... Nelson has a very interesting expression and pose. And I did the tilt-body-smile-look-forward pose. Heh.
Remember this??
I remember I had just had my hair cut and I didn't like it particularly because the sides were too thick and puffed up like Chairman Mao. (well something like that) Look how some people have changed! (and also marvel at the people that haven't.)
Although it does have its perks...
Nope my team didn't make it through the auditions, because the judges felt 'we didn't have personality'.
Whoops! I totally forgot being on TV was about how much laughter you could squeeze out of the judges.
But then again, personality can be very important. I, too, wouldn't feel like being stuck in an auditorium listening to a debate about the environment by people who read off their plastic clipboards. However I feel I must allude to the insensitivity of certain staff, but I'll make a pass. (yes do blame it on showbiz stress) My glare would very probably be cut off from TV. I'll probably be shown staring blankly with my team mates after being hussled off while congratulating everyone.
But on a brighter note, Xinmin Team 1 made it in! We'll be waving our pom poms and banners (we'll consider lightsticks, heh) at Round 2 of the auditions this Saturday! (and that was probably the 4th time I said that) They'll still be giving their speeches presentation style ie. not against another team but with POIs from the judges though. Jiayou! I'm expecting to be seeing them on TV next year ;)
My experiences did not leave a jarring impression enough on me to write a tell-all book, but the wait to audition would have given me enough content. Xinmin team 2 was the last team from the group to audition, and frankly, we were way behind time.
And after that we went to Long John Silver's at J8 for lunch and then back to school. And I've finally printed my option form.
Whoops! I totally forgot being on TV was about how much laughter you could squeeze out of the judges.
But then again, personality can be very important. I, too, wouldn't feel like being stuck in an auditorium listening to a debate about the environment by people who read off their plastic clipboards. However I feel I must allude to the insensitivity of certain staff, but I'll make a pass. (yes do blame it on showbiz stress) My glare would very probably be cut off from TV. I'll probably be shown staring blankly with my team mates after being hussled off while congratulating everyone.
But on a brighter note, Xinmin Team 1 made it in! We'll be waving our pom poms and banners (we'll consider lightsticks, heh) at Round 2 of the auditions this Saturday! (and that was probably the 4th time I said that) They'll still be giving their speeches presentation style ie. not against another team but with POIs from the judges though. Jiayou! I'm expecting to be seeing them on TV next year ;)
My experiences did not leave a jarring impression enough on me to write a tell-all book, but the wait to audition would have given me enough content. Xinmin team 2 was the last team from the group to audition, and frankly, we were way behind time.
And after that we went to Long John Silver's at J8 for lunch and then back to school. And I've finally printed my option form.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Frustration. Frustration. Frustration.
My computer isn't cooperating!! I can't access the online option form to select my streams. I've tried Firefox, Safari, IE, Omniweb, Flock, Netscape but nope. Nothing. They all have their annoying problems.
Looks like I'll be needing to rush for time tomorrow morning. I'll have to rush on debate prep and selecting my stream and getting the blazers and stuff all done. If I don't collapse tomorrow I'm gonna have to attribute it to God's grace. Seriously.
Hoo boy. Auditions are tomorrow. Will my next post take on the effect of glowing positivity or disappointment? I'll leave that to God. But it's something I can change as well. Mantra: Mustn't stammer. Must feel confident. Must remember important points. Mustn't stammer. Must inhale at right moments. Must look directly at judges and remember lines at the same time. Must aim for fluent, at least semi-witty, eloquant, unidiotic delivery. Mustn't stammer. Must remember it's ce-MENT not CE-ment. Must feel confident.
... I'm starting to lose my cool! Help!
Looks like I'll be needing to rush for time tomorrow morning. I'll have to rush on debate prep and selecting my stream and getting the blazers and stuff all done. If I don't collapse tomorrow I'm gonna have to attribute it to God's grace. Seriously.
Hoo boy. Auditions are tomorrow. Will my next post take on the effect of glowing positivity or disappointment? I'll leave that to God. But it's something I can change as well. Mantra: Mustn't stammer. Must feel confident. Must remember important points. Mustn't stammer. Must inhale at right moments. Must look directly at judges and remember lines at the same time. Must aim for fluent, at least semi-witty, eloquant, unidiotic delivery. Mustn't stammer. Must remember it's ce-MENT not CE-ment. Must feel confident.
... I'm starting to lose my cool! Help!
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