Africa's women last and least in food crisis
Cultural expectations ensure women are hardest hit amid growing scarcity:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25757291/


I get a lot of news from setting msn.com as homepage. This is gonna be a short one. Kays so this is how I spent my day:

1. Had a cramp in my left leg at around nine plus. Screamed, because it hurt so much and I couldn't move it. My mum fixed it for me, then I drifted back to sleep cos of the pain.

2. Woke up and walked with a limp.

3. Studied Acids Bases and Salts.

4. Had breakfast.

5. Studied 3/4 of Acids Bases and Salts.

6. Slacked, lying on my bed.

7. Turned on the lappy for a few hours, with chocolate and biscuits in between.

8. Had something to eat. Soup that's made from onion, celery (still think it's nicer than bell peppers!), tomato, carrot. With a mashed hard boiled egg.

9. More soup with rice!

10. Feeling the effects of gastric, but not grinding pain in my tummy. More of nausea and giddiness.

11. Writhed under my blanket for one hour trying to rest.

12. Dinner part 2. More rice, with the last egg and the little bit of soup left. (grr they ate everything! ah well, doubt I could stomach anyway)

13. Blogging, feeling the after effects of gastric.

So there, an ordinary day, with studying, slacking (mostly slacking) and a mild hit of gastric.

Read the news article :) Don't be lazy now. I can't spread awareness like this. (Damn I make myself sound so... saintly. HAHA DON'T CARE!)

My take: Just so happened that all my actions, my living environment and all conflicted so much with hers that I felt like we were living in a paradox. To think somewhere else in the world, oceans away on another continent is a woman experiencing this everyday and biting her upper lip cos she doesn't have much of a choice to start with. All while I'm staring at my lappy, having chocolate to eat, and dinner has nutritious soup with lots of veggies, and studying about acids, bases and salts.

Yet, she is a person, a female just like me. Fundamentally and anatomically, there isn't much of a difference.

Yup I do take things for granted. Life is just so unfair, ain't it? Fine fine, I'll start by having my meals on time.

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'Mocha Chocolatta ya ya, Creole Lady Marmalade"

Gotta love the food references. A lady called Marmalade. She goes well with your toast. And look, she comes with a mocha chocolatta latte.

Haha, like how Scarlett is a name asking to be raped.

It's gonna have a terse tone.

Darn, I let many days pass me by without blogging, and it just so happened that so many things ... well happened. Will be catching up on those though. So here's the latest thing that came into the mind, along with swimming in a chocolate pool. I'm so fidgety these days. Yeah must have something to do with Shawn being vice-Pres. I'm so restless and I can't read an essay properly without getting distracted. (ya maybe ms phua can have something to say about this) Been like this the whole morning and now I'm still twitching in my seat when I couldn't stand still just now. - eats more chocolate - - drinks more coffee - - caffeine overload - - sugar rush-

Well let's explore the cause of my abnormality, despite my usual .. abNORMAL SELF. Have this strange itch to disturb everyone I see.
I want a Macadamia Muffin. (okay random)

Let's see. 745-845 English lesson with Miss Phua and the all the English pros in JSS. The best of the best, the cream of the crop, erm erm the nut in the chocolate. For nuts-with-chocolate lovers, this bunch of people make the school academia look good. Adds extra taste and finer quality, plus something new. For people allergic to nuts in chocolate, or have a distaste for ruining the original taste, this bunch of people try to hog all the attention? Ruin everything? Such that good, solid chocolate doesn't have so much space cos all the bits and pieces, or huge bits and pieces of nuts are overcrowding the area in the entire chocolate bar.

Just put that into perspective ... think somehow any situation fits whatever people are experiencing now. Okay wonder how I managed to link academics to chocolate, from an original topic of hyperactivity.

Anyway, understandably people are pissed about the English banding. Then again, who wouldn't feel pissed. Like classing students out. WOW i can't imagine if the classed us for Math. The humiliation (don't get me started on the damned INTERGRATION test. WHO GIVES A (censored) ABOUT INTEGRATION?). Was so pissed off during the Math study camp anyways.

Digression: Why is it that I can study my arse off and I just don't get it! LIFE SUCKS. It's like, I'm always asking Sharon how to do this, how to do that. So annoying (prob to her. Sharon im so sorry) and so paiseh (me lah). Why is it that everyone gets things so much faster than me?! Feeling like I'm on one of my frustrated modes again. It just won't leave me alone, since kindergarten for God's sake.

Anyways, I know some things the teacher does is bound to piss some people off. Haiz, I don't know what to feel. First the favouritism and the stress of being in such a class with the elites, like I'm not willing to share all my ideas, thinking that they'd be disrespected anyway. (bad experiences. had lit with the elites before. hey it rhymes, but it sure doesn't take away the bad taste in my mouth). Then the stress from all the structure of "The Ultimate Essay". Why should we have all these imposed on us? If people really are this good, they should come up with their own ideas, not everyone jumping on the bandwagon. Like an abortion plotline for the compo "Loss".

Well of course, there's always the contradiction. Do I want to be on the favoured side? I can't answer that, but it sure is convenient. And yeah, since people have been saying this about me, well I can't control what other people's actions are, except my own. So don't you get all flustered at me and think that I did something when you weren't looking. (sad case, the people i trust the most in school before and now thought so)

Still remembered this point of time when i was yearning for a 4-3 English lesson with Mrs Aidil again. COME BACK TO ME! NOOOOO WHY DID YOU LEAVE US!

I do admire those that write for the sake of a good essay, rather than hankering after an A1, determined by what the marker wants to see. Why conform, when you can explore and discover so much more? This way, essays won't ever be a chore. Well at least a bore. Gotta love the originality too :) even if the idea of a love-based story in a tsunami setting seems laughable.

So there... now you know. Specifically, today we were told to write an essay within 45 minutes. So you gotta concentrate, right? Sweet irony, the teacher talks about techniques from one person's essay for 45 minutes, expects you to copy down, and somehow finish the essay she told you to write a few minutes ago. Then when you say you can't finish it, hand in on Monday, she says "Like this you will keep on stretching the date! Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday..."

You get the gist. Of course, there's always an element of maintaining individuality. I don't want to be like the rest. Surely there must be other ways of getting an A1! EMBRACE THE NON-CONFORMITY! Okay, too much sugar. Or frustration for that matter. It's fighting the pressure to be the same, and I'm losing my concentration on the process.

I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know

I'm getting into my Sec 1 stress again. Feeling the stress of being different, and first glimpse at how people turn up their noses. Who would've known that it would continue till now? Wait, I had known anyway.

Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know

Sometimes I feel like I'm the chocolate with nuts, sometimes I feel like the chocolate without nuts. (Anjelica don't think horny) Or I'm looking at the chocolate with nuts, or the chocolate without nuts.

Nah, I'll always be the macadamia muffin. :)

Ending Note: To all of the musical cast/chorus/everyone, thank you for the memories that we created from scratch. Yup we sure did watch our seed of a musical grow. Day by day, inch by inch, little by little, the magic shows~ Especially you muffins. Ya, so I won't miss the guys as much cos they're don't have a muffin name, because guys have no muffins.

There I've said it. It's just the caffeine talking.

Really!

Labels: Accomplishments, Real Life, Secondary School Life, Seeds of Smartness Sown to Show-off, Teen Angst, What's up or new

Haven't blogged in forever, you should totally understand my schedule and lack of inspiration. Since now I'm darn sick from watching people sing and dance Indian twinkle twinkle little star in the rain, and being revenge-ed upon by my oh-so-wonderful juniors with a lot of water, I couldn't concentrate a lot of work ... just wanted to hibernate all day long. Doesn't anyone feel drowsy?

Lots of things happened, but those can wait. I shall blog about ELDDS camp 08' first.

Ahaha, just a few weeks before camp, I've been poring over that difficult-to-do activity. But everything paid off in the end. But cos of camp, I've been sleeping real late, like 1am-ish for a few days straight. Can't help it if it clashes with musical, SLC and 45th.

The theme of the camp: To Art and To Life. Plus the camp groups: Kameleon, Risata, Attitude, Fiesta, Paraiso. All decided by yours truly. The power rocks, yeah baby! Haha, it's such a pity that most people don't think too much about the theme and the group names, just throw in something crappy and go with the motions of a forced camp, both on campers and instructors.

It's retarded because it's a lot easier to stray from the objectives and directions of camp. Seriously, doesn't anyone feel it should be linked to the outcome of the camp that people want to see? Ya ... crappy names like Power Rangers, Hulk .. haha camp happens so often for councillors I find that they tend to take it for granted. Good thing I don't wear a tie and EL has me. MEMEMEME!

So anyways, shall only post the document done for the camp theme and groups in the next post. To me, it sure is a real honour to decide all this, haha must be cos the other seniors too washed out from other things. Good thing my creativity flow still up to standard.

This is a post from a first-time camp instructor's point of view. The courtroom drama took a lot of effort, and I'm kinda glad things turned out the way it did. It would've been pointless to write out the script for them. Ma'am Clar and I were in-charge of this activity, and it made up the chunk of the drama-debate training portion during camp. Mission Accomplished.

Staying up the late nights, and last-minute preps. So sad, couldn't see them report first thing in the morning. Ahh, remembering the panic mode I was in running around the house at 7am, printing and changing. Nearly late, and Joan gave me a call and she sounded like she was gonna yell at me. Can't help it though .. I was sick. Prob from lack of sleep and how 45th nearly killed me the day before.

Things still went smoothly after the bumps in the morning. Thanks to the prayers and best wishes of very good friends, Clarissa's resourcefulness and my sense of urgency. Instructors can't be late .. so it really wasn't my day when 154 sped past me and I had to wait for 240 before cheonging to school.

It was great to don the black shorts in camp for once in my whole life, okay pathetic but it means a lot to me. And by shorts, I mean ... real short shorts. So stupid ... I think I stood out the most. I must thank you too for the pouch. My pocketfull of sunshine and I loved it.

Pre-camp was horrible and nerve-wrecking though. Think for both instructors and campers, and it sucks to always adhere to the senior-junior relationships with you guys. Haha i know there's lots of questions involved.

OK, time for dinner. FINALLY! DECENT FOOD IN SO LONG!

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