How old are we really?

Nevermind that silly facebook quiz, who knows I might be an old woman in a 17 year old body. Or a chimp in humanoid form.

HAHA, celebrating Jasmine, Rebecca and Samuel's birthday made me realise one thing: While we (2009 17 year olds) were gloating about having passed the 16 hurdle (access to NC-16 movies yeah!), it appears to be um, not much of a big deal when Jas and Rebs are like, 18 this year.

Sure, as long as you're above 16 in Singapore, you can have consensual sex. 18, commercial sex. Not like I'm encouraging promiscuity or anything, but I guess being trusted with this responsibility makes some us feel all self-important. Like me getting my own laptop! Ho yeah! *cuddles laptop*

Anyway, besides feeling all grown-up and even the Man has given you a say over your own body, question is, being seen as old enough in the eyes of the law ... are we really as old as they would like us to think we are? Well, they've got to generalise. It's culture at work and labelling is ultimately the best way to get around it, along with advisory prevention and protection.

Did I mention how much that ad on the MRT with a pregnant teen girl and what appears to be a trail of blood from her navel creeps me out? Man it gives me the heebie jeebies.

Well, I might be old enough to paint my nails without my mother objecting. Oooh and they're a lovely plum and vermillion. Faceshop.

Back to the point. I'm old enough to paint my nails and so I do. Unfortunately, I'm not skilful enough and I get nail varnish all over my cuticles and finger. Good thing is, for something like that, there's always a nail polish remover and a wad of soft cotton.

As for having had sex, well I guess they have stitch-up surgery if you want your virginity back. Unfortunately for everything else where STDs, unwanted pregnancy, pride, social stigma, trauma (if there's any), any side effects, any regrets... well they haven't invented a remover for that.


Oh and I think German people are real smart. Einstein was German, but he switched sides. Hey, who would've known the top Nazi brains and brilliant minds were that good? Hitler made sure somebody shot them before they surrendered so nobody could get to the Nazi technology. Mmhmm so they went beyond the V2 rocket. Gotta love em' documentary channels.

So anyway, some of them got away and were scattered across North and South America. Now that's a fact. As for whether the Nazi UFO Conspiracy is true, well, after watching that documentary, I'm starting to lean towards the fact that UFOs might just as well be terrestrial.

Now, I just thank God for the balance. Gosh, can't imagine what would've happened if the Nazis had more time to develop their prototypes. Of course, according to the documentary, the Americans took over and had those developed and then made a cover-up story that UFOs were from outer space.

Techonology's sweet but shit happens if it falls into the wrong hands.

Labels: Essence of Sprouting, What's up or new

[Edited due to major flaw]


JAN 19: The Huffington Post Preinauguration Ball (Fangirling to come)

This is Shakira performing with Usher and Stevie Wonder:
http://www.shakiramedia.com/video/detail/1494

Song's called Higher ground and I love how everyone's all dressed and stuffed up cuz it was fureezin'. Must say Shakira held her own with Usher and Stevie Wonder. If you asked me, I'd say the she did good since it IS Stevie Wonder she's performing with, she sang it the right way and made a great supporting voice. Who would've known she could do such a song (Motown?) and look gorgeous at the same time. Didja see the Obamas dancing?! Ho yeah!

JAN 20: Neighbourhood Inaugural Ball (Apparently with every inaugration, there will be um, near 10 balls and galas...)

You can catch We Are One: The Obama Inaugural Celebration at the Lincoln Memorial on HBO, Starhub Ch 60 at 7pm tomorrow and encore telecast on Wednesday at 1am (perfect for insomniacs) or Starhub Ch 66 tmr at 10pm. Its the opening celebration for the 44th (hmm, so number of inagurations doesn't mean number of presidents) President.

Of course it took place on Sunday evening in the U.S (Monday morning Singapore)

Mmmmm it will be a star-studded event, only the creme de la creme of music, famous persons (eg. Martin Luther King III) and some interesting actors (Jack Black, Denzel Washington....) Of course, all of em' have expressed their support for the Obama presidency. Yeah and the actors are giving speeches. Hope you weren't expecting them to sing. Ecletic mix of musicians and it's gonna be a lot of respectable fun!

See? Antonio De La Rua (Shakira's fiance), Obama, Shakira (pretty hair!)

Is it me or is Obama starting to resemble the guy on my toothpaste? Somebody give the man a top hat and he'll promote flouride and dental hygiene.

Here comes the good news:

If you don't subscribe to HBO, there will be a free preview for all Starhub TV customers using Hubstation, Hubstation HD, digital or HD set-top box tomorrow on HBO (Starhub Ch 60) from 7pm to 9pm.

Source: TODAY 19 JAN plus Television

Ah yes, for the good of the public. Watch it if you're bored or just wanna kick back to a glamorous, for-the-good-of-the-world treat. It's not everyday you get to see top-quality performances by stars who don't wanna mess up in front of the President, so they would probably make it top-notch.

Labels: What's up or new

Dear readers and bloggers, do update what was the first thing that happened in 2009, I'll be looking forward to it.

There's just something beautiful about a new year, a new beginning and all.. must contain elation and ignore bitten tongue! People rejoicing... surreal. Tomorrow and next year has come. Sorry, this year.

The first thing that happened in 2009 for me:

My half-naked brother shouts "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" and dances. My dad tells him to shut up. I hear Auld Lang Syne and more half-naked people cheering.

I do a crazy dance and say "HAPPY 2009 TO YOU TOO! I WOULD HUG YOU IF YOU WEREN'T HALF-NAKED!"

I wouldn't mind being somewhere else though, at a church or downstairs playing sparklers.

Then my half-naked dad watches the fireworks from the windows.

I would hug my brother if he wasn't half-naked.

Now for my first 2009 non-half-naked meal: milo and a big sausage. Eat and not exercise!

Have a great half-naked 2009! Liberate half of all your soul and being cos the other half is probably too painful to witness.

All I can say it, savour the moment and you can do it. Here, your advice for the whole year. No school reopening, now that I think of it... It's GOTTA be great!

Love,
Cornstance

Labels: NEW YEAR, Quirks, What's up or new

I'm very tired, but very satisfied.

Somebody please nag me, force me, pull me along to get my lazy ass off anything that is comfortable and into a swimming pool. Hate the running track. Bleargh. Bite me.

Which reminds me, have yet to learn to cycle. Did you know that cycling causes.... nevermind.

Or, you can pay me to clean your house.

One whole day of candy, junk food and fizzy drinks makes me really sick. Ughh, never want to see another chocolate, candy, ice cream, pepsi, sprite, whatever for another week. Or KFC and pizza.

Well, walked it off at the fabulous new Jurong Point and did minimal vacuuming and window cleaning. Still feel flabby though. It's time I started doing a bit of exercise everyday.

Let's see, headed over to HuiJuan's love-rly new house! Mmm, housewarming, chatting, laughing, pigging out, getting lost and watching Survivor and Just for Laughs.

Oh, and did I mention our good friend Mr Ng was there? :) Wonder why he wasn't there yesterday with the other CO girls. Anyway, no matter how strange it is, still is nice to see him again. For those of you still in school, don't look at me like that. I miss my teachers, it's not my fault I finished O levels.

HEHE.

Anyway, we all do miss each other. Big love. Of course, I won't miss some things and some people, I mean erm, some things. Big smiles.

Exploded with fun. Darn, I should always watch Survivor with the correct people. Snide remarks, laughing at stupidity and cheering for half naked guys that look hot from different angles (that's just Mythili) and physics teachers rooting for 57 year old physics teachers.

Lovely. The Bob guy looks like this nerdy ol' skinny guy wearing a bow tie, and he wins all 4 challenges. Ah, where is the world coming to?

Apparently, professional gamers aren't as pro as physics teachers when it comes to tricking each other. Don't underestimate them ya'll.

I like the Bob guy. He defies the odds, though I wish he would stop the stereotypical look of stuffy teachers. Pretend that your physics teacher rocking more than Olympic champions, pin-up models and professional gamers in Survivor challenges.

Anyway, we all caught up with each other. Of course, after a lot of walking, getting lost, confusing directions, screaming and head-smacking and "why didn't you just tell me your block was red, white and yellow?!!".

Then, we headed over to revamped JP. Now it kicks the ass of all the other malls. It's beeeeeautiful. Ooh and the shoes. SHOES! Of course, lovely shops. A little too tired to relate what happened there, gotta see it for yourself. Ran into Alvin at JP. Not exactly, ran, but oh well. So i see yo' sister's all grown up.

A shop called Skinfood? Yum! Won't be reviewing the shops today I guess.

Planned out my next week already and so far, this has been the slackiest week, but a welcome change from the last.

Plus, I have a tutoring job now. With my brother.

It's a lot more acrobatics than you think okay. 10 dollars for 2 hours? I have to relearn my grammar rules (it's one thing about knowing your English, and another thing about STUDYING english, then teaching it), make it relevant to the brother, and explain it in a primary school manner. Uhhuh, well I am proud of myself of figuring some things out. Go corny! Haven't lost it yet.

When my brother gets all hyper or emo (I swear he acts like he's on his period), that's the worse part.

mmmm, did I mention mua got a part in a video for Stephanie's (K's) client? Yeah baby, 80 dollars at the end of the day! the 4 out of 15 that wuz chosen! Ho yeah! All black. Gotta love being paid to act! Getting paid to do something you like is definitely better than getting screwed by what you sign and a job agency and standing at the cashier getting yelled at by customers and managers. I'd rather have the director yell at me.

Week 1 was full of Stephanie and eventful. Many firsts and celebrations, and getting things done.

Week 2 was full of job hunting, sleepover and slacking.

Week 3 was full of cashiering, going to Fairprice and quitting. Lovely.

Week 4 was full of slacking, going out and tutoring. Real money after so long, and I did get some things done. And a new arrival.

Time flies. It's been 4 weeks already?! Awwwwwww.... Doing whatever you want, doing whatever it takes to earn money, doing whatever it takes to get out of trouble... ahhh... in fact, the only thing I haven't done is prob just altering my new jeans, exercise and spend money on clothes (my own money). Of course, hanging out with some wonderful people, which I have to do more than once. A pretty green top and black jeans.

Next week would be just as eventful. As promised. For now, I have to get rid of my streak of slight insomnia. Any suggestions? Preferably not warm milk, it makes me sick. No medicine, cos I hate it and it feels like artificial sleep.

Labels: What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

The rules & regulations:
1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself
2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly
3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged & list their names
4) No tag back


1) It amuses me to prove people right when they say something about me (not the all the bad things though), first by protesting, and then proving them right. What, did you think I didn't have any control over myself? (Most of the time I do hehe)

2) I used to think Rainbow Paddle Pop was really rainbow-flavoured. Boy was I disappointed to know rainbow tasted like that, but I bought it repeatedly anyway. It's caramel. >.< Caramel.

3) I act on all my cravings and I believe it keeps me 'effortlessly thin' (quote from article). Haha it is true to some extent, of course you have to eat at the right time and in moderation.

4) I loved Bubbles before Blossom. Powerpuff! And I wanted to be its fourth member. That was a loooong loooong time ago, in the distant past...

5) I have erratic mealtimes cos I'm too lazy to cook and too disgusted by what I cooked. My mama cooks for me on weekends if I'm lucky and at 3 plus and she expects me to be full up after having some fishballs and porridge today. Sigh. Happens more rarely for dinner. I should stop questioning that cos I won't get an answer.

6) I'm too nervous to pick up the phone to call for a job of interview. Fear of rejection or just that I don't want to commit to a job cos i'm fricking tired after cleaning my room and running around.

7) I like cartoons and I don't believe there's an age limit for good cartoons. Just because I'm 11, 15, 16 it doesn't mean that I should start watching shows that are for an older audience (I do), and watch all chinese variety shows that aren't interesting at all if you watch em' everyday. There's nothing wrong with watching cartoons, in fact some variety shows are so washed up that they advertise for a supermarket or need people to strip on those shows. Mmm high quality cartoons anyone?

8) I can be a clean freak. Silly, but yes. I believe everyone's got a hygiene gripe that people find disgusting but they find it completely okay. Some of us don't wash our hands or mouth after we eat, some of us eat expired food, some of us pick our noses secretly (and openly) in public, so I heard (and seen). And I'm not telling you my disgusting habit hehe.

9) My brother was splat on the floor and 'swimming', screaming that he can't swim. You can't choose the mama you pop out of, and you can't determine what else pops out from your mama.

10) The best insult joke I've heard is:

You are so ugly, that when you were born, the doctors slapped the wrong end. - Anjelica.

& Confucius says:

He who sleeps with an itchy backside wakes up with a smelly finger.

Ah I'm so easily amused. I'm done with Clari's tag! YAY!

Labels: What's up or new

I'm at the top of the world but falling off cos my limbs are aching and I'm a tired little corn.

2 nights of uncomfortable sleep (downs of being a girl) and cleaned my room (yes i cleaned it) yesterday and today, total time w/o breaks: 9 hours.

So much dust bunnies and things to be .. well, cleaned, rearranged, thrown out.

I cleaned everything except for the bed on the top (too hard to clean), the staircase storage contents (nobody cleans those) and the wooden drawers (too many things and too disruptive to clean), vacuumed twice and mopped once.

Oh gawsh, I've got to do more superficial cleaning if i want my room dust-free. At least now my room is organised and my clothes are no longer in a mess. I can actually see my staircase. *pats self on the back*

Now that I have less pressing issues to attend to, it's time to kick back more. These past two days have been tiring, but fulfilling.

Definitely a kickstart to exercise, all that stretching to clean hard-to-reach places. Speaking of which, it's time to start *gets lazy ass off couch and whines*

Gosh, everyone's out and about these days. Doncha haveta clean your room or spend family/friend/alone time?

Bought a present today (pointless if you know what is already is) and spent some fun time, very very fun time :) Walk walk West Mall and dropped dead at home.

Been to the hair salon for the first time in my life. So comfy i could've fallen asleep. And yes, I do like the final product. Not much of a drastic change, but definitely an interesting experience and a lighter head. A new long fringe, layered hair and shortened. When I'm ready for a drastic change, then i will be ready, just not now.

How do you tell your mum you like going to the hair salon? And hurt her self-esteem, pride in being able to cut hair and rob her wallet of 12 more dollars.

Ohwell, off to bed and to Stephanie's tomorrow.

Labels: Real Life, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Today was my off day with just lots of time to slack at home.

What I did:

1) Headed over to Steph's to kiap some brekkie and say goodbye.

2) Watched Food Lover's Guide to the Planet. Yum! Go young, new-age French chefs. Expensive gourmet though... I shall live it up in my fantasy or until I get a sponsor.

3) Read Nat Geo mag about Neanderthals (some of which I know) and pretty turqoise chested bee-eaters.

4) Read TODAY. No President has ever been as curious as Obama as been.
You have to go through a series of tests and produce evidence for everything you've done in your entire career to be top dog in his admin. The funny shit was the caption and the cartoon. The dude in the picture does the survey and the speech bubble says: I don't know Joe the Plumber!

5) Knocked out for 2 plus hours from drowsiness.

6) Added and customised my Cbox!

7) Chatted, played Neopets (while the novelty lasts), uploaded pictures to com and photobucket.

8) Folded the clothes and I did it better than my mama (on my to-do list to be helpful around the house)

9) Organised my textbooks, assessments and TYSes from Sec 3 and 4. Threw out all dusty shit that never made sense.

Sadly, I'm not done yet. Sigh, when, oh when will I be done. I hate cleaning things out. So much dust. Tsk! I swear that's the best excuse for a maid.

I have yet to organise it more thoroughly and wipe the bookshelves, then put back what I want, then put the rest in the storeroom. The papers go out to the karang guni.

Helpful mummy did the rest after I was too tired. Gosh, where the hell does she get her energy from, she just organised my brother's school things.

Had a yummy homecooked dinner. 2 failed attempts at making sausages today. Lunch was exam-style. Lazy to cook, lazy to eat. White rice to fill me up. Pulverised some ants, disgusting insects. Do them in with some spray. Watch them wriggle, pulse and ... stop moving. What a glorious sight.

Other than the fact that I have to do cleaning (I'd rather do the dishes), today's a relaxing day. Oh yeah. Nothing too pressing on my mind besides all the dust I have to clean out.

Well, for the more emotional part (it's just me), I get all angsty, angry, frustrated at everything like I'm on one of those days. I speak fast, my heart beats with the stress in my head, I'm snappy, extremely impatient, torn up and all I wanna do is kill some people I don't like.

Oh my.

I suppose it's partly due to my mother's nagging. Now ya'll see why I don't find Mr Lim all that naggy. I got the worst hand.

I hate it when my mama acts like a know-it-all. Of course I know that I don't know my results yet and if I'm going to retake, she just makes it sound like I'm ignorant and NOT LISTENING TO HER. LISTEN WOMAN, THE MORE YOU TELL ME, THE MORE I'M LIKELY TO IGNORE YOU.

Okay drama-mama moment.

She doesn't want me to throw out my things, she wants me to reorganise painstakingly like the past few years of my life, she's acting like gee, for my next exam or working life, I have to write another SEQ essay. What are the odds of that? AND, I can start from scratch. esp if I'm unlikely to rummage through more dust.

I hate dust. I love vacuum cleaners.

And its also partly cos I'm haunted by the future and the past, how infuriating it all was. People don't know how to handle my academic weaknesses and I just get trapped in the terrible never-ending cycle.

No worries. I'll handle whatever comes, and overcome it.

What I want is just a fresh start.

So many dead trees from wasted paper.

It's only a waste if students don't do the work that teachers print for them right?

Not the fact that the teachers care about us enough to give us practice when we need it, right?

You know what?

Why are we given so much holiday homework? I can't remember a single holiday that was a holiday. Such is our society.

We know you care about us and the trees, yes Mr Lim (and Mdm Rani hehe. Huiyi totally hugged a tree), but if u give us so much, we can't finish it cos we're all not the pros or the elite, or just plain muggers (crazy shit), even if we want to, the stress just piles up and it drives us away.

Eventually, it works against you. Students don't care because they feel so pressurised they turn off, and the trees die because of students, and it's our faults. Another expectation to live up to. Hooray.

We love ya'll, we don't care how you're brought up cos we got our fair share of shit too. I do appreciate the work teachers do (have a post on this), but times have changed, move on with the times and different circumstances. And I love trees, mind you.

Well, maybe it's just me alone that's like that.

You can treat me as an isolated case who wants to do well and fit it to the fabric of success.

Pent-up emotions are still with me. Awwwww... gotta find some way to release em'.

At least I'm not living in Seoul, sitting for their CSAT. Life's much worse over there. Poor kids. So much for the Asian models. I do wish to see a shift in attitudes.

:)

Like the bit of wisdom imparted to me today: God gave us contentment in living, not disappointment in trying to live it up. Life's worth should not be priced with anything except life itself.

Just depends on how someone defines life. We all accept simple pleasures deep down though.

My, I tend to get emotional. Time to find a counsellor. A professional one, mind you. Non-professionals haven't been all that successful with me.

Labels: Family, Teen Angst, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Day 2 of Post-Os. Sounds like a cereal.

Woke up with the sniffles and some crankiness. Oooooh it's that time of the month again!

Went to Stephanie's with Sharon. An afternoon of unsatisfactory bei mian, donuts (in many many colours and flavours yum yum yum), chocolate, snacks... which by the way I gotta get Ruffles tomorrow. My favourite potato chip, you're mine! Rufflemania. I like, Doritos, Twisties, Pringles, (hate double decker, corntos is ... blah), Cheezels, but the ridges are all mine! Come to mama!

Well now I'm actually glad that I have less thinking posts, that's why I say I'm a half-thinker, I wouldn't enjoy thinking all the time. The brain has to leave the building ... and when it does ... oh my. And when my brain's doing the thinking, I think i do scare a lot of my friends.

Anyway, back to the day.

I had a scrumptious, weird-interesting-tasting green tea donut, and I can still smell it, a bit of a sugar-frosted jam middle donut from Sharon, and a little of the creamy holeless donut with strawberry icing and white cream.

Then the main attraction, we played Monopoly Global, oh yeah. It isn't as fun when you're losing though, cos it feels like it's money you're losing. The game goes on for hours, no wonder it's a family favourite. To keep the kids occupied until they got so bored they'd rather go to bed. Or when they're losing muahahhaa.

Sharon monopolised the game. Grrr! You never lose your money to 2 people, but 1.

1.

That's painful yo, at least we weren't playing with real money, or monopoly money for that matter. All in credit cards, complete with electronic banking (banker is a little machine), card slots, CARD REJECTION (hehe stephanie arh...), pity discounts, evil laughter, hard thinking, business deals, interest, the updated capitalist world. Where you buy landmarks like Rome, Tokyo, Belgrade (some of mine), New York, Hong Kong, Istanbul (Sharon's), Taipei, Jerusalem, Montreal (Stephanie's). Or power supplies and transportation. Cool shit.

Tiring but fun, and thoroughly amusing. Set us thinking about how unpredictable the business world is, and how I'll end up losing all my properties cos I sucked so bad at monopoly and was unlucky.

No notes that will end up curling up and yellowing were used. Everything in a fancy credit card to be punched in for transactions...

Mine was red, Sharon's was pink and Steph's was yellow.

Ah well, the race for the first bankruptcy was between me and Steph. Fun while it lasted.

Moved on to my house for dinner. It's her first time having a proper dinner at my place. Steph eats everything that I don't. And Sharon eats everything that we do and don't. Don't mess with her, she'll eat you.

All candid moments on pictures up tomorrow!

On a more thoughtful note, instead of getting haunted by my incoming results and doubtful performance, I guess I did do my best, given my circumstances.

Sucks big time, and my h key is getting screwed. Screw you back stupid keyboard. *pout*

Mmm I do want new hair next week, swimming with the cousins (not the fishes), watch Mean Girls with Mythili (never seen it before, feel like such a loser, but Lindsay Lohan's an even bigger whacked up one now)

Gosh I used to like her. What's up with Disney girls becoming skanks or are skanks-to-be? Not worth idolising or even liking. Put on your acting chops girl, I wanna be entertained! And yes, you are an entertainer. Get your game together and stop partying like the whole world's gotta entertain you Lilo. We ain't got time to be lesbian and be ambiguous about whether we're bisexual. Or maybe the rehab's not working. Okay I should stop.)

Christina Aguilera's the only one that's still respectable. *listens to Keeps Getting Better* Even though she got dirrty and is stuck in Britney's shadow, at least she didn't screw up so much. She overcame her hospital and isn't in a mental hospital now. At least now I know that she really is comfortable with her sexuality such that she wants to show you her bits but definitely wasn't marketed as a sex object (by someone else).

We might question her style, obscenity, how her singing is annoying when she screams like her mic's not turned on, or her long or high notes... she's got brains lah. And even if her boobs are like...nevermind. Go scar your eyes with the strangeness if you want to.

Alright enough digressing. Just know I won't like Disney girls (or boys. Zac Efron. You're a pretty boy who can't act, and you're not pretty to me, sadly. Damn you Jonas Brothers. If girls had more taste, or different ones, they wouldn't be grovelling at your feet. Twits. Jonas Brothers so not heartbreaker material. Go home to your mummy you pubescent boys who can't rock and have a terrible band name. Jo Bro? Ju gotta g(r)o(w). I wouldn't watch you anyway.)

I hate pretty boys for that matter. Go pick who you wanna be already. And pretty isn't "handsome" so says the definition of a good-looking guy. On a crappy note, I would die if the guy I'm next to is prettier than me. Oh my I have vanity issues.

Another late night, oh no. I have got to come home earlier. Well, can't be too late tomorrow. Another fun fact: watched Soviet UFO Secrets and Tribe today.

Tomorrow's another day that I'm looking forward to.

Labels: Essence of Sprouting, Friends, Games, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time


So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while


I'll hop into a race car out of the school and wave goodbye to the yellow, orange and orange building (dammit, paint it a different colour!). And i'll wave to the people inside......


"SEE YA SUCKAS!!!!!"


THE O'S HAVE ENDED FOR ME YA'LL.

My entire existence in secondary school has ended, which leaves me great relief. I need a break, a permananent one frm secondary school. Sure the memories are great and all, but the pain of realisation isn't worth going through again. We've learnt what we gotta learn, so let's move on. And if you can help it, be happy about it, of which both i glady oblige.

Oh well, even though I didn't breathe the huge sigh of relief or join in the yays, or laugh at the bio students, I was pretty disappointed with the last paper. God save the corn. Fret fret fret, that's what I did.

Anyway, I'm going to start blogging (hopefully) everyday for my days of freedom. Entertaining, thoughtful quirky banter dished in a lovely accent.

So... no more worrying. I gotta reassure myself that no matter the outcome, there's still a big Plan for me to follow, just that I don't know what it is yet, but I can find out.

And in this span of time, I'll be going on a journey (not to Vietnam), but one of self-discovery, now that I can impart my time fully to what I love. Plus finding out what else I'm good at :)

On the upside, NO MORE JURONG SECONDARY SCHOOL! YES MUAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!!

*pops champagne and bathes in it*

I shall now gloat about how wonderful it is to be O-U-T.

No more stifling shit, no more getting screwed by the same few system and the same old system (even if im gonna get screwed worse, a change is good), freedom from stress of studying, no more juggling things that make my head ache, going out with friends and contacting them so I won't miss them so much, freedom to blog, an open voice to talk talk talk freely without feeling I'm watched by CCTV, all da bitching to be done, ...

no more stresses about getting stepped on, walked over, or people feeling like I'm walking over them, no more of such misunderstandings after I've understood myself more, ...

starting anew, afresh, FRESH AIR, doing what i wanna do, believing in myself that I'm worth more than I step on myself for, so much living to compensate, a REAL HOLIDAY esp after the past 10 years of my life, so much life to live, so much hope and light at the edge of the world,...

an identity, confidence, laughing,...

knowing that I've gained more than the people who have gained short-term, no more shit jobs that don't pay me a single cent but screw me in every way, no more injustice as I know of (in this school lahs), a newer, brighter future to look forward to, long and short term, no more biased crap passed off as excellence,...

Shaking away the chains and escaping unceremoniously,

I feel like Mas Selamat.

Plug your toilets people. I might escape.

Freedom to be as crazy as I want to be.

My library fine of ... 60 cents is settled. -_- I thought it would come up to a few dollars. Sorry yo, Hairil, had I known it was 60cents I wouldn't have insisted you paid one-third of it. Sowie.

Note: Do not take the sentences below too seriously

*drama queen fit*
I shall rip out the little square on my uniform and stomp it flat on the dust! now DIE DIE DIE!!!

Celebrate, tear up your entry proof, burn your books, anyting to celebrate, though today I didn't properly celebrate for the ending of O's.

No regrets.

*flips hair*

*walks away*

Labels: Accomplishments, Essence of Sprouting, Real Life, Secondary School Life, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Disclaimer: Slightly random post which is quite nonsensical, so if you're a minor celeb or a race queen, don't be offended.

LOL, I had no idea. (overused phrase)

I feel extremely clueless. This morning, there was erm a bunch of people, like the amount of people in a small protest, in white and black, and they're congregating at the ground floor of my block.

My parents say a celebrity resides in the same block, then "din dei". Gee, I've lived here for 9 years and I don't know anything about this, or seen anyone famous. Must be really blur.

Unless of course the celebrity is really a nobody, maybe in my eyes, since I don't think any Singaporean celeb is worth fangirling over. Or I haven't watched TV in a loooong time. LOL, dumbass stalkers. Pick a more famous stalkee.

Ah well, besides that, I read the Saturday papers on a Sunday morning. So much for the F1. Sex sells. Real fast. The booty and the bonnet makes good business, try saying that real fast :) haha, damn the picture on LIFE! with all the race queens on it (international blend), some of them look like transvetites oh gawsh. Too much makeup doesn't help. Less is More, darlings.

The highest paid race queens are rather well... lucrative. 3000 bucks for hanging around the race track in a short skirt and tiny top. Guys -_- A no-brainer really, at most you just get to do is wave the flag and don't stand in the way of the racing cars. And be leggy and have a substantial top half of body.

You know what they say, beauty and brains make little company nowadays. No lah, just kidding. Shakespeare's line was: Reason and Love keep little company. Still, I don't get it. If they were really smart and successful at something else, they probably wouldn't resort to being worth as much as a racecar.

Kinda like talent shows: People with no talent go talent shows cos they're not very good at anything else. Cos if they were that good, they wouldn't be wasting their time slogging through a competition, they'd be focusing on the thing that they're really good at. So much for "Oh I'm an undergrad and I'm doing this for a once-in-a-lifetime experience and I love racing". It's hard to take someone like this seriously when they're posing in a tube top and short skirt.

Still, unless they needed the money, why would they let people they don't know look at them like that? Of course, some do enjoy the attention, not all of course.

Same goes for FHM girls. If they were really smart, why would they feel compelled to project their images and bodies in such an unclassy manner? If you're really good at modelling, try fashion magazines then. Why a men's magazine and it's like, being marketed as a sex object. So much for dignity.
And making sushi behind a glass panel in your lingerie in the middle of Orchard Road doesn't count either.

Heavily modified Lamborghinis, heavily modified girls. Just as race cars and racers alike will have fans and critics, so will the race queens. They're girls, not women. It's like, models backstage before going on a runway, they're always addressed as girls.

Still, car models and race queens, when being put alongside commercial cars or race cars, their status becomes the same of that of the product that the company is selling. Specifically, it is such models even though many products are advertised with females. That's because they dress in such a way that it's titillating so that the formula goes: Guys see car, feel the urge to buy. Girls flash, guys decide on buying.

Apparently, the article also had someone attending the F1 saying that people are of course not there for the well-endowed cars, but also the well-endowed girls. How much are they worth now? To be looked at like a product instead of a human being. Maybe just a sales technique.

Appearance-based, and they're always behind the glass of a shop window. Lack of individuality and brains. Being sexy, like what J.Lo (Hello, it's J.Lo) says, is to withhold something special back, not give it all away. And it sure doesn't mean whoring oneself out.

Men will be men (Changing them is impossible. If it wasn't, Playboy wouldn't be circulating now) Ladies have a choice on how they want to project themselves on the other hand.

I'm Done (for).

Labels: Family, Real Life, Seeds of Smartness Sown to Show-off, What's up or new

If there's anything the Olympics have taught me, (oooh an entry about sports, so unlike me)

Africans can run.
Ang-mohs can swim.
Chinese can play table tennis.

And no, I don't idolise athletes, find them incredibly hot or dashing, or wish to marry them (people in China do that if you don't know) I have some sense in my head, well, some.

Fuelling stereotypes? As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, I'm cool. Quite entertaining actually. Must say this year's Olympics interested me more than Athens 04, for one thing I could watch people compete in sports without falling asleep. Not bad, considering how I can't stand the fact that we're made to watch school Sports Days, like I don't really give a damn unless I see someone I know on the running track. Then it's back to pissing off the cheerleaders due to my.. erm, lack of spirit.

Say it loud and say it proud. I'm for the Arts over and over again.

Well, guess from the reactions of people who park their asses on the couch watching (or at the Nat Day Rally), there's a lot nationalism and politics behind the Games.. I'm just wondering if it's the story behind the sweat, slip-ups and record-breaking that's so intriguing.

Congrats to Singapore on breaking the medal drought anyway. I didn't expect a win, much less a Silver medal.. to think I was laughing about this to Sharon during PE. *eats my words*

Of course another subject of discussion would be our imported talent, imported sportsman, imported salaries-to-be-paid to, imported pride, imported silver medals... Yup that's in short for what everyone's talking about. Quite clearly there's nationalism here, like who wouldn't want to see a true blue Singaporean bring home the glory? That we can hold our own against foreign athletes and show that yup, Singaporeans can run, swim, and paddle. Nothing wrong with feeling that way actually.

Or do entrepreneurship, make babies, pay more without grumbling to ERP gantries, make babies, up the replacement rate, make babies, date, marry and most importantly, spawn.

Oh my, I can see SDU starting to interfere with young adults to "change their mindset" already. NO!!! You can't touch us in school! (oh wait, they already did) Alright, more of this in the next post.

So there, some countries just churn out athletes like a baby making machine. So much that only the best of the best can make it to the national team. Guess that's why China tends to dominate table tennis and all. Cos the best of the best are in the team, whereas the second-besters are all over the world. Apparently, Singapore's not the only country who imports second besters, so ... misery loves company. :p

If you can't produce your own athletes, they're available on supermarket shelves. Like the news said, overcrowding. Demand and supply I guess, who would want to sit on the bench and wait for four years to go by every Olympics? The athletes want a chance to represent, to train with the best infrastructure and coaches, and countries want sports medals to gain "face".

As for the politics, the Bird Nest is one thing. My country kicks your country's ass oh yeah. Whoever gets to host the Olympics are obviously rich enough, powerful enough and yup.. hen you mian zi. Of course there's a lot of complicated relations in dangling financial carrots to athletes. Plus, isn't it weird that there aren't a lot of South East Asian representatives? Ah well.

In the name of exemplified sporting spirit and untold stories, go Beijing.

Labels: Secondary School Life, What's up or new

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.

Labels: Darkness, What's up or new

'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!

Labels: CCA, Friends, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

This shall be an intelligent post, as I promised on my reflection that Ms Ong makes us do against our lazy will ever since ... forever.

I've never been much of a gamer in my entire life, unlike some of you hardcores out there (don't deny it!). Though I enjoyed Armageddon (the one by Mel Gibson with lots of half-naked indigeneous people) and I had to admit that the explicit blood and gore were very effective images, I do still get shaken. It's a strange thing, if I'm feeling a bit of shock or fear, I just freeze up, stare, gasp and have problems breathing for the next few seconds. Unless it involves something like a roller coaster or a Shawn, a Mythili, or maybe a Mr Chen with a afro. And don't get me started on ... Mdm Rani miming the musical songs or in pink lingerie (darn you sickos put that image in my head)

Maybe until I chanced upon this article on controversial online/video games. So, my itchy fingers followed my curiosity and the web links. A few clicks of the mouse and ta-da! "Torture Game 2"

The start of my unforgettable experience: (won't post the actual game link, just in case some of us can't resist clicking either)
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25337373/wid/11915829?GT1=40006

Yep, so ... I went through some paint jobs across the ragdoll, impaled the poor dude's heart (UNINTENTIONALLY I SWEAR I WAS NERVOUS!), shot him the right knee (of course...this has nothing to do with Shawn's right knee being the exact centre of the musical final shot picture heh heh)

I must say, when i impaled it's chest (oh my I sound like a ... sick psychopath telling you my glory tales), the ragdoll made a somewhat emotionless, yet agonised groaning sound. Oh course this isn't as graphic as some games can go, but I was sick all the same.

Well, Torture Game 2 goes like, you do whatever you like to the ragdoll, just physically torture it in any way you want to, until you've done enough to kill it, it makes the groaning sound. Guess I shouldn't have pierced the left side of the chest.

Other than that, it remains practically emotionless. I won't go into what you can do to the ragdoll, just read the article. I felt my tummy do flips and exhibited the symptoms of when I'm disturbed. Which was why I ditched the game after 3 takes. This just goes to show I can never make Jack the Ripper and Wednesday Addams proud, ain't bloodthirsty, enjoy the macabre or the like.

Guess some playing the game would think it's really lame to get scared, I'm not! I'm just disturbed. The webbie says 'campy gore' and some find it a good stress reliever. Yeah, I wouldn't like to take my stress out in such a gory methods, even if it's just computer graphics.

Don't think there would be any psychopaths with a taste for humans not making a sound when being tortured running around after this game. Ah well, people get sucidal after listening to My Chemical Romance. So ... what does that prove? As much as some things are unintentional, like me stabbing the ragdoll in the chest, some things can't fall into the wrong hands? Okay I'm crapping. The likelihood is .. nil?

Should we take Torture Game 2 seriously? LOL if it's a stress reliever, wonder if those people picture their boss from hell as the ragdoll and go on a torture spree. :p Well, guilt was mentioned in the article too. Yes I feel bad >.<>

Labels: Quirks, What's up or new

MMMM! Omg, a few days of emo-ness and mood swings, then with relatively nothing that interests me enough to eat at home, I finally gave in just now. Ahaha, felt this strange need to eat when I was feelin' blue, then I had some sweet bread. Yep, sweet bread, a whole load of empty carbs. And no, I don't think I have an eating probrem :). I'm just as normal as a girl wanting a bit of chocolate during heartbreak.

Well sweet bread was nicely topped with some sweetness (duh), a bit of sugar on top, and the skin was absolutely fragrant (even though it wasn't piping hot) and a joy to sink your teeth in. But the insides are a bit of a failure, GRR NOT SOFT ENOUGH.

Okay, so... here's my food list for today.

Noon (brunch) - Half a peanut-ish kueh (called mang zang kueh), with one youtiao (otherwise known as deep fried breadstick - doesn't it sound a lot classier like this?)

5plusPM - Spaghetti only a Constance's mum can make. She made thick spag noodle cruchy. Read: Crunchy!!! And I mean it, it's heavenly. Especially when every strand? of noodle is coated with Mushroom pesto sauce from Prego. IT ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF. Plus, Stephanie's having a craving for that too. Mmm, the delightful smell of mushrooms, sweet-sour tomato-ey sauce emanates (literally) from the plate of spaghetti.

In order to achieve that, she boiled the spag first and drained. Then fry the egg, prawns and sotong (otherwise known as squid or a blur person). Then in goes the noodles. And lastly the sauce. In the process the sauce is heated with everything else in the wok (yes a wok for spag adds the chinese touch of crunchiness). So it takes time for spag to absorb all the goodness of the spag, and some skill in turning the noodles. And wallah! I was happy for a few hours. (did i mention my bro kope some from me? GRR!) Ok I'm such a glutton! Oh well, nobody should be denied the simplicities of life.

Ahh, and around 11 plus, my tummy started to growl (so embarassing). Well for one thing, it's been like this for a while when I don't really satiate myself. Cos there isn't much to eat at home, (okay before you scold me), nothing I fancy putting into my mouth.

So in the end, I could only think of food. Well, today was the last straw, couldn't keep up with an empty stomach anymore. Ahaha, and the victims of the manifestation of my food craze in my mind from my tummy, were Stephanie and Hongwei. Since there was nothing on my mind except for food, I made them play this game: Take turns naming food, and see how many yes(s) and no(s), to see who has the most cravings.

I know it's creativity at hunger's turn.

So...

11plus-12plus My sweet mother couldn't stand me being hungry, (nahh she just whipped something up within 10 minutes cos I was at the com. So sweet! OKAY my hunger speaks for me). She made maggie with egg, plus orange juice fresh from the blender. Now I'm really full >.< and I can't go to bed. Oh yeah, had an apple, Calamansi lime juice, Cadbury's roast almond choc in between all that. Plus the sweet bread and a strawberry-and-cream lollipop. Sweetness craving definitely there. Ahhh Im sucha slacker!

So toodles there! Tomorrow I'm going to Mandai, S'pore zoo, armed with a Lumix cam and getting out of bed by 7.15. Think I'll be holding the camera all day long, and then uploading pics. Ah, family outings. Love it when it's all free. Though it's gonna eat up some of my time, I have an Mp3 ready.

So yeah, kids say the darndest things, though they don't really know what they're talking about, they try to squeeze the biggest words they know into simple sentences anyway. Kinda like what we do when we see words like "verbosity" and "perfidious" and "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" (OMG I GOT IT RIGHT TOO!).

So yeah, while Shawn had something to say about theatres, my brother has something to say too. While wolfing down the grade A maggi noodles (a hungry man thinks everything tastes good), I gave him my musical script.

"What's this?"

"Script. Read the pink lines. Those are mine,"

- fails to read hanyu pinyin correctly - (such inability to read pinyin comes from my mom's side. Surprisingly, my dad and I pwn them both at pinyin, though my mom pwns us all at chinese characters. duh, chinese helicopter mah)

Ahaha, besides feeling very good about myself, my brother had to add in to my confidence. How sweet of him.

"You memorise already? What if you forget?" "Erm ... won't la" "Well, I humiliated myself once in P1. I was the emcee. - glum face - "

Oh really? -recalls what happened-"

He went on stage during some Rulang Primary gala dinner where parents show off their newest brilliantest accessories and their kids' brilliant newest SA results while cajoling the teacher's favour, with another girl classmate. They keep nudging each other and giggling nervously (ahh, kids these days, move onto such complicated relationships so fast. haha no la!). Whispers of "psst psst you first you first exchanged between the two budding first-timer emcees.

Someone gave in.

Then my brother said in a very soft voice "ladies and gentlemen ... "

- nervous giggle - - stare at audience breaking out in cold sweat - OMG so many adults staring at me!

- runs off stage giggling -

There, his first attempt at emcee-ing. I wasn't there to catch his embarassing moment on tape, but I had a feeling my parents were laughing at him, or slapping their foreheads. In one fell swoop, all the performing ability of my family was thrown away. Hopes of possibly another stage talent in the family bye-bye.

All integrity of being a performer and a speaker that I accumulated over the years ... a little 7yearold stripped it all during that few defining seconds(INTEGRITY! DON'T THINK OTHERWISE!). Thank God I wasn't there, Drama Co-ord of JSS ELDDS will mei lian jian ren. I swear if I was there, I would've shouted "I DON'T KNOW THAT KID UP THERE!" and made a dive underneath the table.

"Sooo ... what happened?"

"I was shy - glum-er face - But that was nothing compared to P2. I got a whole script to memorise. So waste time!"

Sweetie, I was memorising full performances at p3, and writing scripts at p4 :). Made some unforgettable friends, so I owe drama a lot. So yeah, this makes me wonder why I'm never picked to do emcee-ing. Lack of charisma? I really don't know, cos the question is, nobody really gave me a good look to assess my abilities at emcee-ing. Oh well, maybe I'm never for introducing plays, but for being in plays?

Well they picked my bro to be emcee cos he's noisy, talkative, 'outgoing', otherwise annoying in class. Who knew he'd be so quiet on stage? Well his tecahers? Certainly not! Anyway, I'm quite frankly the opposite. More withdrawn than him, crazy among my friends, but noisy onstage. Ah this world works in mysterious ways.

Gosh can I sleep on a full stomach? Better than an empty one (woke up with gastric before) ... it shows you're pathetically starving yourself, or just plain lazy to get out of bed for a midnight snack.

Toodles! I'm going to bed now, nighty-night! Tomorrow's a new day where people parade in front of animal enclosures to provide them their daily entertainment, especially when weirdos attempt to speak their language, but oft lost in translation.

So ... this will happen tomorrow:

Bro: Mummy! I can talk to the lion! ROAR!!!!

(Lion shifts on the sunning rock. stretches. yawns. smelly breath. bedtime)

Labels: CCA, Essence of Sprouting, Family, Food, To be a Child, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Mmm... I'm out of things to blog, so I'll do another quiz. :) This one's by Fatimah.

1. Do you wish to get married?

Well, yeah when the time is right? This question is getting old :P

"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it" - Marilyn Monroe.

2. What is your favourite animal?

Mmm ... doggies. This is a favourite among a lot of people, I know. But really, can you resist them? Yeah, they can't resist me too.

I'm against consumption of shark fin, meat from endangered animals alcohol (only take if i have to), wearing real fur etc.

3. Who is the person you trust the most?

I don't know, I trust only a small handful of people. Really, this depends on the situation involved.

Trust is the connection between two people, that when you look in them in the eye, you see sincerity and genuity in all it's glory.

4. Do you think you have enough confidence?

Most of the time, no. RARGH! Omg, they're so gonna kick my ass if I go DADP. Why all so smart/confident de? T.T

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. - Anaïs Nin, Diary, 1969

5. Who is the person that you confide in?

Don't wanna say, people might blackmail/hold the person at ransom for my secrets! -gasp- LOL, I confide in the same handful of people la.

Let loose, talk to somebody. It saves lives for sure.

6. Are you satisfied with yourself?

In some ways, yes. What's not to like? HAHA I know you like me too (:
I can use more confidence though, plus some other things that I might need.
I have dreams too okay!

"You'll never have enough, would you?" - Friend when I complained about the lack of good stage performances that I wanted to do instead of Nat Day 06'.

7. What are you afraid to lose the most?

The people I love. I have a problem with seperation and death of relationships.

Myself. I'm terribly afraid of losing control of myself.

And a lot of other things! Argh, I don't know if I can live losing my creativity, my handwriting, my taste in music, my sight, my dreams, worst case is ...

"I like good changes like becoming an astronaut, but not big changes like becoming a girl" - Christopher, Curious Incident.

LOL those will never come true, especially the last part.

8. Do you believe in eternity love?

Yes, partly cos of my stupidity and naivete. Or maybe it just means I'm really patient. Hey, I fell for the paperclip scam, remember?

With love, you should go ahead and take the risk of getting hurt... because love is an amazing feeling. - Britney Spears

How ironic ... Would you listen to Britney if she's the one who said this?
Even if she does have some sense here (she's lost a lot of it lately), looking at what happened to her now, as a result of a broken marriage, do you really wanna listen to this? Like seriously. What if you end up whacking a papparazzo 's car with an umbrella and shave your head?

9. Have you broken someone's heart that he tried to commit suicide?

LOL, people move on and don't think suicidal. Maybe the thought of "ARGH i feel like dying", but nothing close to someone being like

'I cut myself to feel aliiiiiiive!!!" - Tickle Me Emo, Depress-a-me Street

10. What do you like about yourself?

Well actually I'm in love with myself. Oh wait, that's Marlyna. She kissed herself in the mirror (which is why I'm never bored during musical).

If I can list one thing I like about myself, I like the fact that my actions have shown that I'm not afraid to be different from the rest. Plus I can be easy to talk to, and I choose to do things the right way. Ahh temptation, resist resist resist! I'ma good listener, very patient, compassionate, devoted to the cause, I'm geared towards language etc.

OMG I ROCK! okayokay sorry ^^

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuFBKfNvfGU&feature=related

- MADtv Aren't Asians Great? (parody of Gwen Stefani)

11. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half?

Ah, Mrs Aidil made us do this question before! Hahah she rocks. Anyway, well, the basics of a r/s (everyone's answered this already) plus

attraction + effective communication + mutual understanding

Oh and, please be funny, entertain me and I shall do the same. Really, no boring guys please! Hahaha, Anjelica check your phone! Think we made a list which will never come true! Far from it actually!

12. Do you cherish every friendship of yours?

Well, duh. I love you people.

13. Do you treasure your family?

Well, yeah. In fact, those people who have parents/grandparents to make lunch or dinner for them everyday are very lucky. It's wonderful to have a meal that your Mummy made waiting for you when you come home.

14. What do you dislike the most?

Gosh do you want me to flood this post? I dislike the feeling of inferiority, injustice, jealousy, stupid people ... etc. But i hate losing control of myself arrrgh.

15. Who do you hope to be always there for you?

This qn is familiar, please refer to a previous post!

16. What do you regret most in life?

Not jumping on every opportunity, being too scared, letting people walk over me etc. And some things that could have been done, like not procrastinating ahaha! XD

17. Do you believe in love at first sight???

Yep, anything can happen. If i believe that love needs time to mature, I have to be fair to this logic too.

18. Do you love your friends?

Repeated qn! Duh. :) My friends deserve my love, otherwise they won't be friends.

19. Which date you like the most?

I can't say it's my birthday, cos Cambridge will gimme a special present called O Level paper.

20. If you have a dream to come true, what would it be?

LOL! WORLD PEACE - snatches miss universe crown -

Nah, I'll wish for something more realistic. Like for lives to be saved?
Really i don't know.

I have too many dreams that i want to see coming true!

21. What is the one thing that you want to do for this world?

I want to change people's lives in a positive manner, be they friends, acquaintances or strangers.

As again I won't impose on who to do this quiz.

Instructions: Remove one question from the above and add in your personal question to make it a total 20 questions.Then tag 8 people in your list. List them out at the end of your post.Notify them in their chatbox that he/she have been tagged. Whoever does the tag, would get blessing from all.

Replace "do you love your friends" qn 18 to "how far would you go for freedom of speech?".

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http://yqcabizpark.blogspot.com/2008/06/cost-of-living-in-this-world-spiritual.html

http://yqcabizpark.blogspot.com/2008/06/cost-of-living-in-this-world.html

These are the links to YongQuan's blog about rising oil prices, and how it eventually affects us in almost every way., plus the spiritual link. I would too have something to say about that, though I'm not very sure about the crudely-drawn picture (hehehehehe) on the top of his blog.

Since I have the habit of waking up at 11 plus these days, the news I read aren't exactly fresh from printing. Therefore, forgive me if i seem slow, but then, you don't really read the papers do you? ;D Anyway, the focus would not be so much on oil prices, cuz you're probably sick of reading that.

Source: TODAY Thursday June 12 (im reliable, i give provenance!) (oh and, not i say one hor!)

So yeah, the Education Minister Ng Eng Hen (read: not Tharman anymore so sad!!) shelved plans for a fourth public-funded university (back in 2003) until PM Lee (the Son) revived the idea during his Nat Day Rally. Plus the gahmen's 2015 target of allowing 30 percent of each cohort to get into public-funded varsities.

Now the argument is that, if more people go to uni, more people will get their hands on a degree, how much will a degree be worth then? Not to mention, what if quantity overtakes quality of graduates just by wanting to fulfil new quotas? Especially if educators are siphoned off from the best of secondary school educators. In the UK and China, the increased enrolment did not lead to higher employment. So, the best universities might be starved of resources.

Minister Ng's point is that "more education does not mean more growth, as most politicians and economists unthinkingly suppose". He stresses on quality over quantity, and that such a move like another uni might weaken the link with growth. Also, preoccupation with economic growth narrows and distorts what society's idea of education should be.

To summarise, he is for strategic use of limited resources to gain the most for delivering higher education (typical s'porean - wanting the best things at the lowest price xD) in order to get most value and relevance.

What does this mean for us? The gahmen map out something for teens already: "Singapore believes that every student should be developed to his or her fullest, but this does not means equal or similar outcomes" - Dr Ng. Which explains ITEs and Polytechnics, providing different opportunities to the spectrum of different capabilities.

Oh and a committee is working on calling for the setting up of a fourth varsity and a liberal arts college (YES!) in 2015.

I am rather mixed about this now, since it does concern my future. Not very sure on what to think about it, and slightly doubtful cuz there are politicans involved, and the system, you can't trust everything that you read.

Okay, I shall post my reply to all these news after Amaths tuition, which sets me on my way to a possible Polytechnic and maybe to shipped off the Australia because of the lack of space and oh well, not everyone can have a degree, but I got to get one due to the path I am wanting to choose. Oh well.

Ah big things start from small things like tuition.

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Arrr kena tagged again. :p Oh well, anything to do crapping. Sorry, interpersonal relationship understanding. I'll make this as interesting as possible. This one's by Stephanie, gosh the questions are all the same. Oh well, it's about time I make my own quiz with questions that are really hard to answer. This is why you can't put creativity with a laptop.

#1 What is the most important thing in your life?

Hmm ... please refer to the banner on the right => under the column that says "What Matters" thank you very much.

#2 When was the last time you bought something with your own money?

Uhh ... allowance = own money? not parents' money anymore? Following this logic, then I bought lunch with "my own money"

#3 Where do you wish to get married?

Another stressful question. HEH too bad I don't have to worry about this till 10 years from now! I dunchknow. In a church? What if your husband is not Christian? With lots of people? Hmm, no exclusivity? With too little people? Sounds like you don't have enough relatives or friends to attend. On a plane? Someone is bound to get airsick. Underwater? No ... the shark will be the best man, since the best man will get eaten, much to my delight. You see, locations, traditions and practicality are hard to come by. In a ballroom in KL (like my cousin?) Sure when the money is no problem, which is like ... no way. Next qn!

#4 How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?

Gosh, the grammar, the sentence structure is killing me! Don't you mean "At what age do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?" Wow, even then the content sounds wrong. It's an invalid question! According to the UN Charter, no one human being can be owned by another! Okay, to not take this literally, who am I to question what is in store for me, so I won't give the standard answer "20 plus lor"

#5 Are you in love?

Wow, this is the most privacy-intruding quiz ever. Well yes I am. What's there not to love? Love is all around us, since it is the driving force for any kind of relationship, and we swim around it, since it's everywhere. So technically, I am in love.

#6 Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?

SAKURA!

#7 Name the latest book you bought?

Hmm, an A4 exercise book, super thick for 4 bucks.
O level chinese oral guide, which I will be forced to read under the most threatening circumstances that is my mother.

#8 Do you prefer your mother or your father?

How dare you ask me to choose between them. Well, i prefer my mum and dad to you, for sure (:

#9 Name a person you really wish to meet in real life?

Hmm, you mean someone that I would probably never meet? Yes, put me on the line with Shakira thank you.

#10 Christina or Britney

I'll take Christina any day! Britney does have some nice tunes, but Christina's singing chops make her one of the best vocalists in the world. Raw talent and not a lot of confusion that fame causes, Christina wins hands down. Raw singing talent, intelligent ideas and the strength to pull through? Brit's coming up, but Christina has gone from crass to class, what's not to like?

#11 Do you even do your own laundry?

Well, yeah. Depends on what kind of laundry.

#12 The most exciting place you want to go to?

Latin America. Mmm, the spice and flavour, plus the all the dramatic-ness that comes along with it.

#13 Hugs or Kisses?

Depends on who gives them actually. For example, I can't decide oh whether I like my cousin's dog's drool all over my cheek and maybe on my lip. Dogs love me. Sometimes, I prefer to give them a cuddle

#14 Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you?

Small, cannot-handle-a-credit-card-for-sure, small, loves Mandopop, small, musically-inclined, small, enthusiastic, small.

#15 8 things I'm passionate about

Art - form of literature, writing, visual(a bit), drama, film, music (yes Anjelica you love me now, don't you?), Expression, Being a good friend/family member/senior/student etc., Sticking by my Jiminy Cricket and what i know is right (:p not a lot of people can do that you know!), Laughing, The little joys (and big) in life, Studying??! (oh crap. I'm lying to myself, sacrifices have to made for o's), Relaxing (sleeping is a joy).

Wow i filled up all 8.

#16 8 things I say too often.

I talk a lot. You sure you wanna know? oh look here's 1, so I'll only have to list 7.

Okay fine, 8 of my sayings:

1. Umm, yeah ... but ... hmm ... maybe ... I have no idea ... you should check with (insert next person's name here)

2. Arrrh? - confused -

3. UGH! - disgusted/pissed -

4. You know ... actually ... (goes into long explanation of how the world began)

5. NOOOOOOOO!!! (dramatic moment)

6. - sighs -

7. - silence - I say a lot with silence. The only audience that hears what I'm saying is me, or anyone observant enough.

8. Oh my God/OMG!

#17 8 books I read recently

1. Amaths Ten-Year Series
2. English Ten-Year Series (NOV)
3. Race Hate
4. Gibson Girls and Suffragists
5. Gender Stereotypes and How They Affect Boys/Girls
6. Self-help book which name I can't remember
7. Accents for Theatre (I laughed at this book, and put it back)
8. Don't Pick On Me

#18 8 songs I can listen to over and over again (YES!) I'll try to list those that i've never talked about (too many to choose from)

1. Nelly Furtado - Turn off the light
2. Britney Spears feat. Madonna - Me against the Music (I'm addicted now, someone help me)
3. MADtv (Nicole Parker?) - James Blunt You're Beautiful Parody
4. t.A.T.u - Beliy Plaschik
5. Avril Lavigne - The Best Damn Thing
6. Kylie Minogue - Red Blooded Woman/In My Arms
7. Lily Allen - Smile
8. Shakira - Dia De Enero

At some point I have been obsessed over these songs :p

#19 8 things I learnt last year

1. Sanity - Some stuff aren't worth sweating over, so i should relax, like that's possible.
2. Academics - How to write an English essay properly (nicely that is) and how you can be a part of your content
3. Art - Being inspired is one of the greatest joys in life (lots of people haven't experienced this)
4. Sound - Good music doesn't necessarily have to be found on the radio
5. Juniors - love em', hate em-, live with them. You can't be so easily pissed with them, you won't last long.
6. Interpersonal relationships - I REALISE that I am able to pick up social cues that they don't want people to find out, read people, and describe to the littlest detail. Oh, awareness.
7. Self - I'm luckier than a lot of people.
8. Life - Life can't wait, too short for regrets. Never let anyone tell you that you can't. I'm more capable than I/other people know.

9. I don't bother to clean up the mess of clothes in my room. It's not worth it sometimes. Clean, and a huge mess if there the next day.

#20 8 people to tag. Hmm, who would be so willing to take this quiz?

Aiya, if you feel like doing just do la. Not gonna force anyone.

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