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Wednesday, August 31, 2005
i was glued to my television set just now, watching "Project Superstar" (PS) on Channel U. the grand finals are to be screened tomorrow right? so i suppose today's episode is just about tracing back the idols' journey, how to climb to fame and et cetera. correct me if i'm wrong 'cause i can't understand Chinese or rather, Chinese characters.
i swear my poly life is going to be meaningful. i wanna live within a chinese community. it's so different and refreshing. no M&Ms (mats and minahs, the malay version of the ah bengs and ah lians), that's what i notice. sorry to sound racist here but it is a fact that everyone is, it's just the degree of it. (ICP! i was reminded by it!) anyway, i'm just stating my own heartfelt feelings and emotions. on top of all, it's a fact. so you can't run away from it!
but that doesn't mean i don't wanna be friends with Malays but it's kinda hard for me to find 'real' and pure Malays nowadays. i know of a few from my course though we aren't kinda close or anything along that line. but i do wanna learn the Chinese language. at one point of time, i was really into taking classes for it but i don't know why now i'm still like how i am now. even my mum encourages me to go for Chinese lessons. cool. thanks for the support mum!
anyway, i was digressing a bit just now. yeah, i catched a small part of that PS episode just now where Kelly went to SP and her former secondary school to sign autographs, meet her lunatic 'fans' and enjoy the barrage of flashes from cameras. of course she was escastic. flashing her million-dollar smile to her fans and signing autographs that was literally endless, Kelly has certainly achieved her "superstar" status in one way or another.
then came wei lian's turn. it was a completely different world. he went to his school for the handicapped where the people who welcomed him were also in the same boat as him; the only differences between them are their type of handicapness. there was no screaming, no shouting. the clicks of the cameras were also distinctively lesser that what Kelly had received. but wei lian was as touched as how Kelly felt too.
he can't see but he certainly can feel the love. the smiles from the handicapped students there and their mild yet sincere applauses really touched my heart. i'm not trying to say that Kelly's supporters aren't true but definitely there are people who were there just to be part of the glitz and glamour. this is especially true when Kelly paid a visit to, sadly though, SP.
wei lian also went back to his secondary school, i suppose, and despite his disability, he kept on smiling and respond in an encouraging manner to the questions imposed to him. i was really touched by his actions- sincere and true to his heart. then came the sucker punch. that stupid TV set played the track 'Tong Hua' while it was showing wei lian tearing as he stood fort himself on the stage. (okay lah, it was not the TV's fault, so sorry TV.) 'Tong Hua' leh! my favourite Chinese track to date!
much to my disbelief, my heart suddenly sank! and tears start to wet my cheeks. blame the gravitational force! the fact that this episode showed the differences in the worlds that both wei lian and kelly lived in, accompanied by the 'Tong Hua' song was simply too much for me. yes i was emotional, yes i was a bit sensitive. but really, wei lian is such a humble soul despite all the glamour and talent that he possess! maybe that's the reason why God wants him to be blind. so that he can just be himself.
aahh! it has been a long time since TV made me cry for a good reason. thanks TV! anyway, i may have put kelly in the bad light and seem to be supportive of wei lian due to sympathy but NO! congrats to the both of them, winners in their own ways! i think we shouldn't have this "overall winner" thing, especially when SMS voting plays a HUGE role in the final outcome. but the media has to survive and they're pretty smart in doing earning money.
i have seen in forums which points out people admitting that they're gonna vote 1000 times for their idols so that they can win. WAH! so rich ah! might as well give the money to tsunami victims right? they need these money more than Mediacorp, you know! i can tell the future actually. if wei lian wins, people will say he won out of sympathy. if kelly wins, they say it's unfair for wei lian cause he can't dance and thus lose in the entertaining aspect.
sigh. singaporeans only know how to complain. i actually believe the votes will be rigged somehow and figures 0f votes shown (is it shown in the first place?) will be neck-to-neck to encourage more votes from the masses. there's corruption everywhere. it's just a matter of how well you conceal it from the eyes of the public.
and darn SP! they have no sense of humanity at all! i actually wanted to go back to my secondary school today but got a presentation and test that stretches all the way from 1pm tp 5pm. oh shucks. i can't get to see my friends, i can't get to see my teachers. sorry for being repetitive but i just can't stand the annoying fact that the poly management is heartless.
i know we have to be adults. be one and treated like one. i can understand that we don't celebrate international friendship day, what more children's day. but teacher's day? No? proof to me that there is a 'Lecturer's Day' in your calendar. only then will i say that you're reasonable. aren't lecturers, basically teachers? oh well...
Jia You Kelly & Wei Lian!
i swear my poly life is going to be meaningful. i wanna live within a chinese community. it's so different and refreshing. no M&Ms (mats and minahs, the malay version of the ah bengs and ah lians), that's what i notice. sorry to sound racist here but it is a fact that everyone is, it's just the degree of it. (ICP! i was reminded by it!) anyway, i'm just stating my own heartfelt feelings and emotions. on top of all, it's a fact. so you can't run away from it!
but that doesn't mean i don't wanna be friends with Malays but it's kinda hard for me to find 'real' and pure Malays nowadays. i know of a few from my course though we aren't kinda close or anything along that line. but i do wanna learn the Chinese language. at one point of time, i was really into taking classes for it but i don't know why now i'm still like how i am now. even my mum encourages me to go for Chinese lessons. cool. thanks for the support mum!
anyway, i was digressing a bit just now. yeah, i catched a small part of that PS episode just now where Kelly went to SP and her former secondary school to sign autographs, meet her lunatic 'fans' and enjoy the barrage of flashes from cameras. of course she was escastic. flashing her million-dollar smile to her fans and signing autographs that was literally endless, Kelly has certainly achieved her "superstar" status in one way or another.
then came wei lian's turn. it was a completely different world. he went to his school for the handicapped where the people who welcomed him were also in the same boat as him; the only differences between them are their type of handicapness. there was no screaming, no shouting. the clicks of the cameras were also distinctively lesser that what Kelly had received. but wei lian was as touched as how Kelly felt too.
he can't see but he certainly can feel the love. the smiles from the handicapped students there and their mild yet sincere applauses really touched my heart. i'm not trying to say that Kelly's supporters aren't true but definitely there are people who were there just to be part of the glitz and glamour. this is especially true when Kelly paid a visit to, sadly though, SP.
wei lian also went back to his secondary school, i suppose, and despite his disability, he kept on smiling and respond in an encouraging manner to the questions imposed to him. i was really touched by his actions- sincere and true to his heart. then came the sucker punch. that stupid TV set played the track 'Tong Hua' while it was showing wei lian tearing as he stood fort himself on the stage. (okay lah, it was not the TV's fault, so sorry TV.) 'Tong Hua' leh! my favourite Chinese track to date!
much to my disbelief, my heart suddenly sank! and tears start to wet my cheeks. blame the gravitational force! the fact that this episode showed the differences in the worlds that both wei lian and kelly lived in, accompanied by the 'Tong Hua' song was simply too much for me. yes i was emotional, yes i was a bit sensitive. but really, wei lian is such a humble soul despite all the glamour and talent that he possess! maybe that's the reason why God wants him to be blind. so that he can just be himself.
aahh! it has been a long time since TV made me cry for a good reason. thanks TV! anyway, i may have put kelly in the bad light and seem to be supportive of wei lian due to sympathy but NO! congrats to the both of them, winners in their own ways! i think we shouldn't have this "overall winner" thing, especially when SMS voting plays a HUGE role in the final outcome. but the media has to survive and they're pretty smart in doing earning money.
i have seen in forums which points out people admitting that they're gonna vote 1000 times for their idols so that they can win. WAH! so rich ah! might as well give the money to tsunami victims right? they need these money more than Mediacorp, you know! i can tell the future actually. if wei lian wins, people will say he won out of sympathy. if kelly wins, they say it's unfair for wei lian cause he can't dance and thus lose in the entertaining aspect.
sigh. singaporeans only know how to complain. i actually believe the votes will be rigged somehow and figures 0f votes shown (is it shown in the first place?) will be neck-to-neck to encourage more votes from the masses. there's corruption everywhere. it's just a matter of how well you conceal it from the eyes of the public.
and darn SP! they have no sense of humanity at all! i actually wanted to go back to my secondary school today but got a presentation and test that stretches all the way from 1pm tp 5pm. oh shucks. i can't get to see my friends, i can't get to see my teachers. sorry for being repetitive but i just can't stand the annoying fact that the poly management is heartless.
i know we have to be adults. be one and treated like one. i can understand that we don't celebrate international friendship day, what more children's day. but teacher's day? No? proof to me that there is a 'Lecturer's Day' in your calendar. only then will i say that you're reasonable. aren't lecturers, basically teachers? oh well...
Jia You Kelly & Wei Lian!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
today's 'Character Development' class was turned into a 'Do-What-You-Like' class. after doing a feedback form, we were told to discuss on our presentation next week. then came Mr Anthony to the back of the class.
"Are you all discussing about your project?" asked Mr Anthony. "YESSSS!!!" we answered in one voice. and WE here refers to me, sitze, elf, alvin, devon, wan tong, shi qi and yi jin. does he even get the hint that we have no intention of "rushing" the presentation? bah! by the way, the guys did a miracle today. we went for a "toilet" break that lasts for like 10-15 minutes, i suppose, and Mr Anthony didn't even realise that there we no signs of any testosterone-producing species in the class! when we came back, the "Spicy Girls" were gone. it wasn't long before we got to know why.
"You can go if you want to, okay?" oh really? well, i had anticiapted that earlier, Mr Anthony.
but i something in class made me stay instead of leave. something that's gotta do with girls. something that has a connection with make-up. something that...
KHEE HOON! she was being "used" by Lydia!!! she was giving this hard stare at Lydia while she sat still, allowing Lydia to control her. she wasn't angry with Lydia or was finding fault with her. it's just that she had to be still so that Lydia won't have much trouble applying mascara on her. and Devon wants to apply eyeliner on me tomorrow! i hope she forgot to bring it. then i'll be spared! haha! i don't know why but soon, i found myself in a conversation made of "clamping the eyelashes and make-up".
aahhh!!! what have i become? a metrosexual? devon didn't find her true identity till now. she admitted she was a 'girly tomboy' back in her secondary school days when she would jump from table to table to get through the canteen. maybe i'm going through that stage now? after all, girls do mature faster than guys right? hmmm...
and it was a good and bad experience going to Elf's house to do our ICP Powerpoint presentation just now. good 'cause we get to watch "Princess Mononoke". oh man, it was so damn nice. especially the theme song being one of my favourite concert band pieces that I've ever played. and it keeps repeating throughout the movie, all using different instruments, especially the chorus part! i was so moved by the movie. and i'm pretty into anime right now, suddenly it attracts me lots.
bad 'cause of the poor service by the 'cinema' operators! haha! when the exciting and important part of the movie came about, the film was suddenly cut off. ELF! WHAT TYPE DVD DID YOU BUY? he then got to rewind from the ending of the show to see that specific part to the end. you're lucky, Elf. if i was in my 'mean' mode, i would have wanted a refund for my tickets. =)
it's never too late to try out something new right? but being a noob in downloading these humongous episodes, i really need someone's guidance for me to be able to watch y very first anime. CLOUDY!!! oh CCLLOOUUDDYY!!!
(i just can't resist these guys. they're so cute and adorable!)
(i love the wolf. it looks so cool)
(Ashitaka and his ever loyal elk)
but something spoilt my day today. i got to know that i can't go back to my secondary school tomorrow. teacher's day celebration falls tomorrow and i can't get to see my beloved teachers back in school? argh! all 'cause i have a presentation and test up. how coincedental can the timing be? and i even have school on Thurday, when MANY, and i mean MANY other students have a day break off.
so to sum it up, tomorrow will be a passing-of-presents-and-wishing-happy-teachers'-day-and-more-or-less-a-half-day day followed by a holiday the very next day for many students out there. not for me though. i wanna see my secondary school friends! the teachers! now all that can be scrapped. blah!
Happy birthday to you,
You are born in the zoo,
With the monkeys and kangaroos,
Happy birthday to you.
Happy 17th birthday Lydia!
"Are you all discussing about your project?" asked Mr Anthony. "YESSSS!!!" we answered in one voice. and WE here refers to me, sitze, elf, alvin, devon, wan tong, shi qi and yi jin. does he even get the hint that we have no intention of "rushing" the presentation? bah! by the way, the guys did a miracle today. we went for a "toilet" break that lasts for like 10-15 minutes, i suppose, and Mr Anthony didn't even realise that there we no signs of any testosterone-producing species in the class! when we came back, the "Spicy Girls" were gone. it wasn't long before we got to know why.
"You can go if you want to, okay?" oh really? well, i had anticiapted that earlier, Mr Anthony.
but i something in class made me stay instead of leave. something that's gotta do with girls. something that has a connection with make-up. something that...
KHEE HOON! she was being "used" by Lydia!!! she was giving this hard stare at Lydia while she sat still, allowing Lydia to control her. she wasn't angry with Lydia or was finding fault with her. it's just that she had to be still so that Lydia won't have much trouble applying mascara on her. and Devon wants to apply eyeliner on me tomorrow! i hope she forgot to bring it. then i'll be spared! haha! i don't know why but soon, i found myself in a conversation made of "clamping the eyelashes and make-up".
aahhh!!! what have i become? a metrosexual? devon didn't find her true identity till now. she admitted she was a 'girly tomboy' back in her secondary school days when she would jump from table to table to get through the canteen. maybe i'm going through that stage now? after all, girls do mature faster than guys right? hmmm...
and it was a good and bad experience going to Elf's house to do our ICP Powerpoint presentation just now. good 'cause we get to watch "Princess Mononoke". oh man, it was so damn nice. especially the theme song being one of my favourite concert band pieces that I've ever played. and it keeps repeating throughout the movie, all using different instruments, especially the chorus part! i was so moved by the movie. and i'm pretty into anime right now, suddenly it attracts me lots.
bad 'cause of the poor service by the 'cinema' operators! haha! when the exciting and important part of the movie came about, the film was suddenly cut off. ELF! WHAT TYPE DVD DID YOU BUY? he then got to rewind from the ending of the show to see that specific part to the end. you're lucky, Elf. if i was in my 'mean' mode, i would have wanted a refund for my tickets. =)
it's never too late to try out something new right? but being a noob in downloading these humongous episodes, i really need someone's guidance for me to be able to watch y very first anime. CLOUDY!!! oh CCLLOOUUDDYY!!!
(i just can't resist these guys. they're so cute and adorable!)
(i love the wolf. it looks so cool)
(Ashitaka and his ever loyal elk)but something spoilt my day today. i got to know that i can't go back to my secondary school tomorrow. teacher's day celebration falls tomorrow and i can't get to see my beloved teachers back in school? argh! all 'cause i have a presentation and test up. how coincedental can the timing be? and i even have school on Thurday, when MANY, and i mean MANY other students have a day break off.
so to sum it up, tomorrow will be a passing-of-presents-and-wishing-happy-teachers'-day-and-more-or-less-a-half-day day followed by a holiday the very next day for many students out there. not for me though. i wanna see my secondary school friends! the teachers! now all that can be scrapped. blah!
Happy birthday to you,
You are born in the zoo,
With the monkeys and kangaroos,
Happy birthday to you.
Happy 17th birthday Lydia!
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Signs. They are mean something else if you have a complex mind like I do. but if you don't, no worries. it's better that way. it's tough having a mind like mine. i'll show you why, if you wouldn't mind. (HAHAHAH! is the word mind/mine playing in your mind now?)
Consider this simple sign.
You see it as a baby on board a vehicle, warning other drivers to be extra careful right? Well, i thought it was this scenario.
Literally a child on board. In this picture, he's on a skateboard. that's what i suppose it is.
Next on my list,
Even non-living things aren't spared of nudity and pornography. They too have their own life you see. As much as sex is an important aspect of our daily life, it is in theirs too. So heed the warning that this sign shows, protect their modesty. For those who thrives on pictures to survive, nah...
it looks like a UFO right? but nah, it ain't flying anyway. it's just your ordinary ceiling light. remember. cover up, don't expose. one day, your children might just look up and ask you straight into your face, "Mummy, what's that thing dangling from the ceiling?" then you'll regret not heeding my advice.
the other day, i was walking down the street and saw this strange markings on the road...
i then looked up and saw this words on a sign. it says "Zebra Crossing". So i waited. it didn't take me too long though to finally figure out that there aren't any zebras crossing the road anyway.
aaahh... the next one is a very common sight in Singapore.
but i saw it at near a barbeque pit in a chalet i went to, i can't remember when. so i went to the receptionist desk and asked, "How am i going to smoke my salmon?"
but alas, i got to taste my own medicine. my sister was watching this programme on TV where they were showing different kinds of insects. she seem to know each and everyone of them until the last one showed up right in front of her face. i noticed the change in her facial expression, it was pretty obvious considering the fact that she was so enthusiastic all the while before.
immediately she ran to me and asked, "What is this insect?"
"it's a praying mantis," i answered as if i was a born genius.
"oh... i didn't know they also prayed to God," she replied instantaneously.
oh shucks. the feeling sure sucked to be stuffed a shoe into your mouth.
anyway, i found this interesting sign which i think you'd probably wouldn't get to see it anywhere in Singapore.
i couldn't agree more with it. if you don't mind getting cancer, i'm fine with it. but don't drag the life of others, together with you, into your grave.
ironies of all irony, how i hope smokers do throw their cigarette ends on the floor. cockraoches then will get cancer (they do?), and then they'll die. I simply hate them.
Consider this simple sign.
You see it as a baby on board a vehicle, warning other drivers to be extra careful right? Well, i thought it was this scenario.
Literally a child on board. In this picture, he's on a skateboard. that's what i suppose it is.Next on my list,
Even non-living things aren't spared of nudity and pornography. They too have their own life you see. As much as sex is an important aspect of our daily life, it is in theirs too. So heed the warning that this sign shows, protect their modesty. For those who thrives on pictures to survive, nah...
it looks like a UFO right? but nah, it ain't flying anyway. it's just your ordinary ceiling light. remember. cover up, don't expose. one day, your children might just look up and ask you straight into your face, "Mummy, what's that thing dangling from the ceiling?" then you'll regret not heeding my advice.the other day, i was walking down the street and saw this strange markings on the road...
i then looked up and saw this words on a sign. it says "Zebra Crossing". So i waited. it didn't take me too long though to finally figure out that there aren't any zebras crossing the road anyway.aaahh... the next one is a very common sight in Singapore.
but i saw it at near a barbeque pit in a chalet i went to, i can't remember when. so i went to the receptionist desk and asked, "How am i going to smoke my salmon?"but alas, i got to taste my own medicine. my sister was watching this programme on TV where they were showing different kinds of insects. she seem to know each and everyone of them until the last one showed up right in front of her face. i noticed the change in her facial expression, it was pretty obvious considering the fact that she was so enthusiastic all the while before.
immediately she ran to me and asked, "What is this insect?"
"it's a praying mantis," i answered as if i was a born genius."oh... i didn't know they also prayed to God," she replied instantaneously.
oh shucks. the feeling sure sucked to be stuffed a shoe into your mouth.
anyway, i found this interesting sign which i think you'd probably wouldn't get to see it anywhere in Singapore.
i couldn't agree more with it. if you don't mind getting cancer, i'm fine with it. but don't drag the life of others, together with you, into your grave.ironies of all irony, how i hope smokers do throw their cigarette ends on the floor. cockraoches then will get cancer (they do?), and then they'll die. I simply hate them.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
my devotion for soccer is so deep, yet i feel like i'm not doing enough to show my love for it. for that specific purpose, i shall dedicate this post solely in the name of 'Soccer'. and for those who know nuts about this game, read up. it will be a very helpful guide to move you one step up from the level of 'stupidity'. no lah, i'm kidding.
first and foremost, it isn't as silly as what you have always thought it is. "22 men, on the field, chasing after 1 stupid ball." c'mon lah, it is finally time to change that rotting mindset of yours. it's so much more to that. but firstly, let me introduce to you the roles of this men whom you used to refer them as 'silly'. ( i hope after this you won't anymore or maybe you still will.) they stepped onto this vast green pitch for one specific reason - to play ball.
and for that, they needed to be really disciplined so as to do their assigned roles to the utmost of their individual abilities. allow me, the genius, to explain here...
goalkeeper: as his name implies, his job is to keep the goals. simply said, he has to put the ball into his goal, for safekeeping purposes.
centreback: only people who have a centre back qualifies for this position. 'nuff said.
sideback: you can count the number of people who have side backs with your own fingers. thus, only the cream of the crop gets this job.
(centrebacks and sidebacks do their jobs using the buddy system-they have to be in pairs. their main task is to fill up a team's minimum requirement of having 11 people in each team.)
wingers: simplest of all. just imagne that they have wings and 'fly', especially along the lengths of the field.
defensive midfielder: he must be defensive of himself all the time. 'cause he'll be facing the wrath of his fellow mate, the offensive midfielder, especially when they are playing ball.
offensive midfielder: the rude, the ugly, the abusive. offending people is his forte. what more can i say? KNN BCCB?
(these 4 men must be able to work together so that the team will be harmonious. harmonious? yeah, harmonious.)
striker: the luckiest of all his team mates. everytime strike TOTO, strike 4D, strike anything but the ball he's playing.
(stikers come in pairs too. cause they need to be gay... as in happy.)
so generally speaking, your team score should read '0'-ZERO. and the oppostion's team score, made up of another 11 similar 'silly' men, should have this logic-the higher the number the better. you'll then get to know who's the winner and who's the ultimate loser.
f.y.i. soccer used to be played by MEN. people like him:
and him:
and him:
but in the recent times, weird people have filled up the soccer fields. even weirder, the number of vagina-owning creatures, who watched men play balls, are recently higher than those who owned dicks. but the weirdest of all, the vagina-owning creatures would be excited throughout the whole soccer match when the dick-owning ones will be bored to death. this is especially strange when the score at the end of the match is a stalemate 0-0.
why? these are the poeple who should be held responsible.
please let MEN play balls again.
first and foremost, it isn't as silly as what you have always thought it is. "22 men, on the field, chasing after 1 stupid ball." c'mon lah, it is finally time to change that rotting mindset of yours. it's so much more to that. but firstly, let me introduce to you the roles of this men whom you used to refer them as 'silly'. ( i hope after this you won't anymore or maybe you still will.) they stepped onto this vast green pitch for one specific reason - to play ball.
and for that, they needed to be really disciplined so as to do their assigned roles to the utmost of their individual abilities. allow me, the genius, to explain here...
goalkeeper: as his name implies, his job is to keep the goals. simply said, he has to put the ball into his goal, for safekeeping purposes.
centreback: only people who have a centre back qualifies for this position. 'nuff said.
sideback: you can count the number of people who have side backs with your own fingers. thus, only the cream of the crop gets this job.
(centrebacks and sidebacks do their jobs using the buddy system-they have to be in pairs. their main task is to fill up a team's minimum requirement of having 11 people in each team.)
wingers: simplest of all. just imagne that they have wings and 'fly', especially along the lengths of the field.
defensive midfielder: he must be defensive of himself all the time. 'cause he'll be facing the wrath of his fellow mate, the offensive midfielder, especially when they are playing ball.
offensive midfielder: the rude, the ugly, the abusive. offending people is his forte. what more can i say? KNN BCCB?
(these 4 men must be able to work together so that the team will be harmonious. harmonious? yeah, harmonious.)
striker: the luckiest of all his team mates. everytime strike TOTO, strike 4D, strike anything but the ball he's playing.
(stikers come in pairs too. cause they need to be gay... as in happy.)
so generally speaking, your team score should read '0'-ZERO. and the oppostion's team score, made up of another 11 similar 'silly' men, should have this logic-the higher the number the better. you'll then get to know who's the winner and who's the ultimate loser.
f.y.i. soccer used to be played by MEN. people like him:
and him:
and him:
(check out his hair!)
but in the recent times, weird people have filled up the soccer fields. even weirder, the number of vagina-owning creatures, who watched men play balls, are recently higher than those who owned dicks. but the weirdest of all, the vagina-owning creatures would be excited throughout the whole soccer match when the dick-owning ones will be bored to death. this is especially strange when the score at the end of the match is a stalemate 0-0.
why? these are the poeple who should be held responsible.
please let MEN play balls again.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Failure. for the first time, i experienced it even before the reality sinks in me. this feeling totally sucks big time. no, not the feeling of failure. i don't mind failure. it brings me back down to Earth. it's the feeling of all your hard work going down thd drain that stinks.
yep, FOM presentation was a complete disaster. i wouldn't wanna point my finger to anybody. maybe not even myself. 'cause i don't know who's at fault, really. perhaps nobody's at fault. i always believe things happen for a reason. but i simply can't figure out why this disaster had befall on me.
was the time given too short? no, the first group did finish on time. were we pressurized by the standard that was set? i doubt so; we promised to do the best of our ability, not to compete. did we underprepare? in my case, i wouldn't wanna say so. so what was the element that had affected so much?
i'm afraid that this FOM module will 'stain' my diploma. unless i really did well for my semestral exams of course, which i can't afford to do any worse. but i admit i'm no good presenter anyway. perhaps the line of speech doesn't come naturally to me. perhaps i wasn't given enough exposure. perhaps i just didn't try hard enough to make myself a better presenter.
perhaps. perhaps. perhaps. perhaps all of the above are true in relation to me. oh shucks. i can't get the feeling out of my heart, i can't get the memory out of my head. i feel so helpless now. nightmares haunting me. signs of trauma crawling to me.
"hey, it's only a small thing right? you'll surely get over it. you can always do better next time."
next time? will there ever be another 'next time'? oh sure there will be, if i become a repeat-module student that is.
anyway, what's wrong with our class's girls? nobody's perfect right? everybody has a 'minus' point. so why the bad light upon them? i've experienced backstabbers, traitors, fair-weather friends before and they don't seem like any of those to me. perhaps time will tell but till then, why draw conclusions blindly?
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
'a heaven's will is hell's desire?'
yep, FOM presentation was a complete disaster. i wouldn't wanna point my finger to anybody. maybe not even myself. 'cause i don't know who's at fault, really. perhaps nobody's at fault. i always believe things happen for a reason. but i simply can't figure out why this disaster had befall on me.
was the time given too short? no, the first group did finish on time. were we pressurized by the standard that was set? i doubt so; we promised to do the best of our ability, not to compete. did we underprepare? in my case, i wouldn't wanna say so. so what was the element that had affected so much?
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
'In The End', Linkin Park
i'm afraid that this FOM module will 'stain' my diploma. unless i really did well for my semestral exams of course, which i can't afford to do any worse. but i admit i'm no good presenter anyway. perhaps the line of speech doesn't come naturally to me. perhaps i wasn't given enough exposure. perhaps i just didn't try hard enough to make myself a better presenter.
perhaps. perhaps. perhaps. perhaps all of the above are true in relation to me. oh shucks. i can't get the feeling out of my heart, i can't get the memory out of my head. i feel so helpless now. nightmares haunting me. signs of trauma crawling to me.
"hey, it's only a small thing right? you'll surely get over it. you can always do better next time."
next time? will there ever be another 'next time'? oh sure there will be, if i become a repeat-module student that is.
anyway, what's wrong with our class's girls? nobody's perfect right? everybody has a 'minus' point. so why the bad light upon them? i've experienced backstabbers, traitors, fair-weather friends before and they don't seem like any of those to me. perhaps time will tell but till then, why draw conclusions blindly?
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
'Untitled', Simple Plan
'a heaven's will is hell's desire?'
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
i've just stepped into a timeframe where time waits for no man. wait, doesn't that occur in ALL timeframes? well anyway, in other words, i'm into my 'frenzy' mode right now. and frenzy=stressed=sick. (now you can see for yourself why my maths ain't as good.)
hope i don't fall sick lah. Yan was nagging me from all the way point A to point B just now. i haven't mentioned the pit stops yet right? yeah she was concerned, as she will always be of me. why shouldn't she? my body was nearly a good-for-nothing during the "O" levels period last year. and she witnessed it with her own eyes.
it's not that i can't cope with stress, it's just that i'm a workaholic. once i start, i won't stop. now that's when i become ignorant of everything else around me, what else those within me.
just imagine this workload that my fellow classmates and i have to carry on your shoulders:
FOM presentation
CD presentation
ICP presentation
CD report
CC project
DTP project
and for me, i still have my OC presentation
all in the space of 3 weeks, you know! and after that i have to major papers to sit for for my semestral exams. is this really what i'm gonna face in the working world out there? and i've yet to know when the ITB's test is. ARGH! ms excel. i don't know why i just don't prefer it to others. maybe numbers just don't come naturally to me. but i really do hope my supposedly low marks for Excel won't pull my grade down.
seniors say, "in year 2, your workload will double." come to think of it, 'time management' should really be made a compulsory module for all poly students. should there be a 'stress management' module for my GEMs, i think most probably i'll take it up. Haha!
now i'm laughing out of nothing. crazy fella.
hope i don't fall sick lah. Yan was nagging me from all the way point A to point B just now. i haven't mentioned the pit stops yet right? yeah she was concerned, as she will always be of me. why shouldn't she? my body was nearly a good-for-nothing during the "O" levels period last year. and she witnessed it with her own eyes.
it's not that i can't cope with stress, it's just that i'm a workaholic. once i start, i won't stop. now that's when i become ignorant of everything else around me, what else those within me.
just imagine this workload that my fellow classmates and i have to carry on your shoulders:
FOM presentation
CD presentation
ICP presentation
CD report
CC project
DTP project
and for me, i still have my OC presentation
all in the space of 3 weeks, you know! and after that i have to major papers to sit for for my semestral exams. is this really what i'm gonna face in the working world out there? and i've yet to know when the ITB's test is. ARGH! ms excel. i don't know why i just don't prefer it to others. maybe numbers just don't come naturally to me. but i really do hope my supposedly low marks for Excel won't pull my grade down.
seniors say, "in year 2, your workload will double." come to think of it, 'time management' should really be made a compulsory module for all poly students. should there be a 'stress management' module for my GEMs, i think most probably i'll take it up. Haha!
now i'm laughing out of nothing. crazy fella.
Monday, August 22, 2005
I feel like a girl today! i was being raped! molested! sexually harassed! whatever way you want to describe it, it's really all up to you. but the bottomline is, i'm no longer a virgin! ("i feel like a girl today"? what makes me think that only venusians are more open to such vicous attacks?
(ahem) children, at the end of your reading session today, you will learn that women are not as innocent as you think they are. in fact, they can be much worse than man, you see.)
"FITRI IS NO LONGER A VIRGIN? *GASP* *GASP* *GASP* NOOOOO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
well, no worries though. it has already happened anyway. you can't turn back time right. but why must all these happen to me? why...? what wrong have i done to deserve all this?
nah, i'm just exaggerating here. actually, today was the first time i release my well-kept secrets of myself to the public. not just any other secrets, but secrets about... let me put it this way, about my "sexual" life. and not just to any public, but more precisely, my classmates.
"wah, i didn't know our class people is so dirty-minded," devon went to make a remark.
well you do now. other than the ever-noticable Sitze, you can practically point out nobody who can be labelled as a "perverted old man", irregardless of your sex. that's before today came into the picture. after today, i am fully convinced that even the innocent Yijin and the ever-clueless Wantong has the "dirty" side that i never knew existed in them.
i don't know how the whole conversation topic started in the Study Area but i soon found myself dragged into a conversation made of hair, penis and shaving. (i shall not reveal any real names here so as to protect the identities of my fellow mates... or should I? ) From shaving of the armpit hair to the one-down-there, every sentence that splurted out of our mouths was something amazing to us.
"How do you shave your hair down there?" *GASP*
"Isn't it painful?" *GASP*
"i think boys shouldn't shave their armpit hair, they look more 'man' that way." *GASP* (HAHAHAHAHA! i simply can't enter this piece of information into my brain. perhaps it'll be a good topic for a debate.)
"OMG! I can't believe you shave it clean!" *GASP*
then came in another big issue that's affecting the society now. but we managed to put it into a much more interesting way, our OWN way i should say.
"i don't like to watch porn but i'm very curious to see how gays do it."
"i don't watch porn but i did came across it one day." (that's it? no click, no nothing? rrreeaalllyy...)
it's already bad enough to be sharing your "beauty" tips with others, especially when there are some who are completely from another world and don't even understand us the way we do. but what's more worse than being bombarded with questions that doesn't even have any relation to them, and yet i, YES I, have to answer their doubts?
i was being put to an I.Q. test, despite them knowing that i have an IQ of 70. this time, i'm gonna prove to them that i'm no no-brainer. BRING ME YOUR QUESTIONS!!!
1) i wanna see your armpit hair!
2) seriously, tell me how do you actually shave your hair-down-there?
3) how many times do you masturbate?
4) i've never seen an erect penis before.
5) how many times do you masturbate?
6) my friend's friend hor, his penis very thick. then when it erects, can really see lor. it always happen when they all read "pornographic" comics in class.
7) how many times do you masturbate?
alamak. die already lah. how like that? can i have a 50-50 option? (NO!), can i call a friend? (NO!) can i ask the audience? (of course NO lah!). as you can see, they asked the same question THRICE and i wasn't stupid enough to fall into their trap. or was it duped? (IQ 70 leh, still can survive lah hor.)
how did i fare? how much did i win? did i manage to answer all the questions? tune in to next week's episode of "Who Doesn't Want To Be A Millionaire? - Singapore So Difficult To Earn Money, You Know"
i can't bring myself to say anything, your honour. it's just too demoralising for me. please your honour, spare me some mercy. thank god Devon came to my rescue; lets put it as telepathic. she's my shifu and a good shifu will always know when his disciple's in need of his help.
so is she a good one? she did help me in "how do girls masturbate?" and "how do guys masturbate?" trick questions though. so is she a good shifu? can somebody tell me?
(argh! i hate having an IQ of 70, when i know i don't. i feel so stupid when i'm actually cleverer. if you have a higher IQ than me, you should be able to predict the outcome of next week's episode. if not, just forget it. there won't be another episode of it due to censorship reasons.)
(ahem) children, at the end of your reading session today, you will learn that women are not as innocent as you think they are. in fact, they can be much worse than man, you see.)
"FITRI IS NO LONGER A VIRGIN? *GASP* *GASP* *GASP* NOOOOO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
well, no worries though. it has already happened anyway. you can't turn back time right. but why must all these happen to me? why...? what wrong have i done to deserve all this?
nah, i'm just exaggerating here. actually, today was the first time i release my well-kept secrets of myself to the public. not just any other secrets, but secrets about... let me put it this way, about my "sexual" life. and not just to any public, but more precisely, my classmates.
"wah, i didn't know our class people is so dirty-minded," devon went to make a remark.
well you do now. other than the ever-noticable Sitze, you can practically point out nobody who can be labelled as a "perverted old man", irregardless of your sex. that's before today came into the picture. after today, i am fully convinced that even the innocent Yijin and the ever-clueless Wantong has the "dirty" side that i never knew existed in them.
i don't know how the whole conversation topic started in the Study Area but i soon found myself dragged into a conversation made of hair, penis and shaving. (i shall not reveal any real names here so as to protect the identities of my fellow mates... or should I? ) From shaving of the armpit hair to the one-down-there, every sentence that splurted out of our mouths was something amazing to us.
"How do you shave your hair down there?" *GASP*
"Isn't it painful?" *GASP*
"i think boys shouldn't shave their armpit hair, they look more 'man' that way." *GASP* (HAHAHAHAHA! i simply can't enter this piece of information into my brain. perhaps it'll be a good topic for a debate.)
"OMG! I can't believe you shave it clean!" *GASP*
then came in another big issue that's affecting the society now. but we managed to put it into a much more interesting way, our OWN way i should say.
"i don't like to watch porn but i'm very curious to see how gays do it."
"i don't watch porn but i did came across it one day." (that's it? no click, no nothing? rrreeaalllyy...)
it's already bad enough to be sharing your "beauty" tips with others, especially when there are some who are completely from another world and don't even understand us the way we do. but what's more worse than being bombarded with questions that doesn't even have any relation to them, and yet i, YES I, have to answer their doubts?
do i look like this guy to you?
(f.y.i. he's known as "The Guru". and i'm no Guru.
i know nothing about sex, sex and sex.)
(f.y.i. he's known as "The Guru". and i'm no Guru.i know nothing about sex, sex and sex.)
i was being put to an I.Q. test, despite them knowing that i have an IQ of 70. this time, i'm gonna prove to them that i'm no no-brainer. BRING ME YOUR QUESTIONS!!!
1) i wanna see your armpit hair!
2) seriously, tell me how do you actually shave your hair-down-there?
3) how many times do you masturbate?
4) i've never seen an erect penis before.
5) how many times do you masturbate?
6) my friend's friend hor, his penis very thick. then when it erects, can really see lor. it always happen when they all read "pornographic" comics in class.
7) how many times do you masturbate?
alamak. die already lah. how like that? can i have a 50-50 option? (NO!), can i call a friend? (NO!) can i ask the audience? (of course NO lah!). as you can see, they asked the same question THRICE and i wasn't stupid enough to fall into their trap. or was it duped? (IQ 70 leh, still can survive lah hor.)
how did i fare? how much did i win? did i manage to answer all the questions? tune in to next week's episode of "Who Doesn't Want To Be A Millionaire? - Singapore So Difficult To Earn Money, You Know"
i can't bring myself to say anything, your honour. it's just too demoralising for me. please your honour, spare me some mercy. thank god Devon came to my rescue; lets put it as telepathic. she's my shifu and a good shifu will always know when his disciple's in need of his help.
so is she a good one? she did help me in "how do girls masturbate?" and "how do guys masturbate?" trick questions though. so is she a good shifu? can somebody tell me?
(argh! i hate having an IQ of 70, when i know i don't. i feel so stupid when i'm actually cleverer. if you have a higher IQ than me, you should be able to predict the outcome of next week's episode. if not, just forget it. there won't be another episode of it due to censorship reasons.)
Saturday, August 20, 2005
i always believed that nothing's perfect. yet, someone came up to me and say, "Fitri, you know your grades are bad. i only have one advise for you. Practise makes perfect." so which theory must i believe in here, the former or the latter?
sometimes i tried to source for answers, though i know it's going to take a miracle for me to achieve my goal. i was looking through my peeps' blogs today and stumbled upon this piece of information, which made me jumped for joy. i thought i had finally found the answer to my doubts.
this is the extract from Devon's blog, which made me found enlightenment:
"Anyway, Alicia and I came upon an article in Cleo magazine two years ago. There's this porn star in the US who did plastic sugery on his manhood. That's right, he didn't feel manly enough. I would to emphasize that this guy is ALREADY a pron star and these people usually have ample assets. So, this guy ALREADY has the perfect dick. But he's not satisfied. Why? I don't know. Maybe he loves his sausages long."
i was grinning when i read through it once. "Haha! a perfect dick," i went histarically, which is so "un-me". somehow, something made me read paragraph once more. the glow of my enlightenment suddenly dimmed. (see lah, told you already, next time use OSRAM!) "a perfect dick?" i asked myself in a rather surprised tone. now that's something new. already i thought nothing's perfect. yet, now i have witnesses who have seen or read about a 'perfect' dick. then came the echoes that have been the ultimate nightmare to me all these years.
"Fitri, practise makes perfect."
oh really? now tell me, how do you actually practise to make a dick perfect? and really, i'm really curious. what makes a perfect dick? a proportionate shaft length, a perfect hole (so that the semen will exit smoothly, at its top speed, without any restrictions) and one which is of the right thickness (too thin, it'll snap into two under vigorous circumstances. OUCH! and too thick, well maybe it can only accommodate certain passageways which are certainly not the majority)?
and certainly i wasn't bewildered when i got to know there's such a person called a perfectionist, NOT! i know lyida's a perfectionist. she'll even go to the extent of erasing her 'full stop' if it's not in place in a particular sentence; at least it's imperfect to her judgement. but does that make her work perfect? it's not east to be a perfectionist, especially if you really believe that nobody's ever perfect.
but a perfect dick does exist! oh my gosh! i can't believe my eyes, or rather, ears! i hadn't actually seen it but i hope i do have the chance to.curiousity kills the cat, you see. and i suggest for it to be displayed to the public. it may jolly well be the "8th Wonder of the World"
when was the last time you see Man, and i mean those with dicks, made history at such a worldwide scale? "my fellow species! it's finally time for us to rejoice! for the discovery of a "perfect dick" has put us once more on the world map! Hail the perfect dick! Hail the perfect dick! Hail the perfect dick!"
now that's what i call an evolution.
(i may write as if i'm damming Devon, but i certainly am not. so don't get the wrong idea. she's too sweet and nice to be put in my list of "ENEMIES", do i even have one? and Lydia, please continue to be a perfectionist. prove the testis, i mean thesis, wrong. make me believe that there the word "perfect" is a fact, not fiction. )
sometimes i tried to source for answers, though i know it's going to take a miracle for me to achieve my goal. i was looking through my peeps' blogs today and stumbled upon this piece of information, which made me jumped for joy. i thought i had finally found the answer to my doubts.
this is the extract from Devon's blog, which made me found enlightenment:
"Anyway, Alicia and I came upon an article in Cleo magazine two years ago. There's this porn star in the US who did plastic sugery on his manhood. That's right, he didn't feel manly enough. I would to emphasize that this guy is ALREADY a pron star and these people usually have ample assets. So, this guy ALREADY has the perfect dick. But he's not satisfied. Why? I don't know. Maybe he loves his sausages long."
i was grinning when i read through it once. "Haha! a perfect dick," i went histarically, which is so "un-me". somehow, something made me read paragraph once more. the glow of my enlightenment suddenly dimmed. (see lah, told you already, next time use OSRAM!) "a perfect dick?" i asked myself in a rather surprised tone. now that's something new. already i thought nothing's perfect. yet, now i have witnesses who have seen or read about a 'perfect' dick. then came the echoes that have been the ultimate nightmare to me all these years.
"Fitri, practise makes perfect."
oh really? now tell me, how do you actually practise to make a dick perfect? and really, i'm really curious. what makes a perfect dick? a proportionate shaft length, a perfect hole (so that the semen will exit smoothly, at its top speed, without any restrictions) and one which is of the right thickness (too thin, it'll snap into two under vigorous circumstances. OUCH! and too thick, well maybe it can only accommodate certain passageways which are certainly not the majority)?
and certainly i wasn't bewildered when i got to know there's such a person called a perfectionist, NOT! i know lyida's a perfectionist. she'll even go to the extent of erasing her 'full stop' if it's not in place in a particular sentence; at least it's imperfect to her judgement. but does that make her work perfect? it's not east to be a perfectionist, especially if you really believe that nobody's ever perfect.
but a perfect dick does exist! oh my gosh! i can't believe my eyes, or rather, ears! i hadn't actually seen it but i hope i do have the chance to.curiousity kills the cat, you see. and i suggest for it to be displayed to the public. it may jolly well be the "8th Wonder of the World"
when was the last time you see Man, and i mean those with dicks, made history at such a worldwide scale? "my fellow species! it's finally time for us to rejoice! for the discovery of a "perfect dick" has put us once more on the world map! Hail the perfect dick! Hail the perfect dick! Hail the perfect dick!"
now that's what i call an evolution.
(i may write as if i'm damming Devon, but i certainly am not. so don't get the wrong idea. she's too sweet and nice to be put in my list of "ENEMIES", do i even have one? and Lydia, please continue to be a perfectionist. prove the testis, i mean thesis, wrong. make me believe that there the word "perfect" is a fact, not fiction. )
Thursday, August 18, 2005
darn it. i overslept today. the weather was simply irresistible. 'cause of that, i had to miss my ITB lesson. which has it's pros and cons of course.
the pros: i managed to survive the onslaught of my classmates, which i hadn't forseen in the first place. oh, did i mention that they are mostly girls? 'cause they are they only creatures created by God, to be affected by the smallest thing that MAY NOT have even damaged their ego in the first place.
alvin: eh just now in the com lab right, i saw this one whole row all reading your blog, you know.
wah, for once my head was getting bigger than its normal size. then came reality into the picture. i was a marked man when i met my classmates for the first time today in the lecture theatre for ICP.
lydia, devon, wan tong, joanne all went screaming, "stupid FITRI! i'm gonna kill you later on ah!" especially joanne. she was really fuming. i can see that from her happy face. (huh?) but i'm still alive! the entry that you're reading now is written by me! FITRI!
the cons: i didn't get to know my ITB CA marks first-hand. but i did pretty well though, don't ask me why. guess that's the only con out of my ITB lesson. (why am i not concerned at all about Excel here? hmmm.. complacency is starting to sink into my soul.)
anyway, i was nearly scared out of my wits when i first entered the school compounds just now. i took my normal route; went up two flights of stairs, walked a short distance, climbed another flight of stairs and saw this poster at the end of my climb.
now the last part wasn't routine at all. and i'm not THAT gay to be scared of a poster. it wasn't any ordinary poster. it was this:
i saw this face SMILING at me!!! i know it's the 7th month festival now but no need to scare me until like that right! the publicity for Kelly was so huge that when you go into SP's website, you will see this poster as it's front page. and no, it doesn't only occupy a small portion of the website. it's almost 3/4 of the whole webpage! holey shit! i'm starting to get nightmares already!
the first time i experienced this kinda pormotion-cum-scary element was only a few weeks ago whereby they have this "The Maid" poster in the male toilet at Plaza Singapura. it was a another normal routine. i need to take a piss. so instinctively, to the toilet i went.
and when i stepped into the male toilet, i saw this:
(photo was taken from www.harosingapore.blogspot.com)
i'm turning into a paranoid now. i'm becoming more wary of the routine stuffs that i do now. who knows, what will i see in the next routine stuff that i do?
it may afterall happen to you. yes you, the one reading my entry now. it's a routine isn't it? well, be wary. who knows....
that there's something overlooking you right now. there, behind you....
you turned back, didn't you?
the pros: i managed to survive the onslaught of my classmates, which i hadn't forseen in the first place. oh, did i mention that they are mostly girls? 'cause they are they only creatures created by God, to be affected by the smallest thing that MAY NOT have even damaged their ego in the first place.
alvin: eh just now in the com lab right, i saw this one whole row all reading your blog, you know.
wah, for once my head was getting bigger than its normal size. then came reality into the picture. i was a marked man when i met my classmates for the first time today in the lecture theatre for ICP.
lydia, devon, wan tong, joanne all went screaming, "stupid FITRI! i'm gonna kill you later on ah!" especially joanne. she was really fuming. i can see that from her happy face. (huh?) but i'm still alive! the entry that you're reading now is written by me! FITRI!
the cons: i didn't get to know my ITB CA marks first-hand. but i did pretty well though, don't ask me why. guess that's the only con out of my ITB lesson. (why am i not concerned at all about Excel here? hmmm.. complacency is starting to sink into my soul.)
anyway, i was nearly scared out of my wits when i first entered the school compounds just now. i took my normal route; went up two flights of stairs, walked a short distance, climbed another flight of stairs and saw this poster at the end of my climb.
now the last part wasn't routine at all. and i'm not THAT gay to be scared of a poster. it wasn't any ordinary poster. it was this:
i saw this face SMILING at me!!! i know it's the 7th month festival now but no need to scare me until like that right! the publicity for Kelly was so huge that when you go into SP's website, you will see this poster as it's front page. and no, it doesn't only occupy a small portion of the website. it's almost 3/4 of the whole webpage! holey shit! i'm starting to get nightmares already!
the first time i experienced this kinda pormotion-cum-scary element was only a few weeks ago whereby they have this "The Maid" poster in the male toilet at Plaza Singapura. it was a another normal routine. i need to take a piss. so instinctively, to the toilet i went.
and when i stepped into the male toilet, i saw this:
(photo was taken from www.harosingapore.blogspot.com)for some unknown reason my urine went back into the bladder. (hah! as if i don't know why) amazingly, when i went to another toilet at another place, i'm able to relieve myself easily. for the record, the figure was a life-sized one lah! shit! now i don't know whether to salute or damn the advertising concept.
i'm turning into a paranoid now. i'm becoming more wary of the routine stuffs that i do now. who knows, what will i see in the next routine stuff that i do?
it may afterall happen to you. yes you, the one reading my entry now. it's a routine isn't it? well, be wary. who knows....
that there's something overlooking you right now. there, behind you....
you turned back, didn't you?
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
elf and i quarrelled today. and we nearly ended up in a brawl. he was far too much. i couldn't stand him any longer. i don't know what his problems are but i seriously think he has some with his eyes. he kept on insisting that his choice of this particular girl is undoubtfully far better than mine. and that my judgement sucks.
THAT made me have a bitch fit. how can he say such a thing? oh my gosh. he's so insensitve. i bet his skin is so thick that he didn't realise that he has dent my ego till the damage is unrepairable. i don't care. i need to show to the world what bad taste he has. HMPH!
elf: isn't she pretty? i just love her pose. don't you think she's pretty?
oh c'mon cut the crap, bad boy. till now, i am still standing up tall for my choice. well, it doesn't really matter anyway right? i will ALWAYS be 'standing taller' than him. Hehehe.
fi3: she's prettier lah. close eyes also can see her dimples. how can you even THINK that she's not?
I bet my whole body agrees with my decision. i have more 'body parts' than elf to support me. i have my hair on my head backing me, my leg hair, my pubic hair... c'mon, if you agree with me, keep on reading this entry. if not, just close this window right now.
bah! i tried my very best, to impersonate a bitch. but i'm just too innocent to be one. anyway, it's just a friendly banter that was being settled the man's way - thou shalt fight by tickling. who ever retaliates, loses. credit to both of them who've made thus far in Project Superstar.
but really, don't you think Silver's better-looking of the lot? everyone's entitled to an opinion, rrriiiggghhhtt...? =)
i just get nervous whenever i'm in interviews i don't know why. can you actually practise this by going for a lot of interviews? well, unless i have Joanne's talent, i wouldn't need to worry about staggering and shivering in front of an audience. she's gifted in talking, by the way. naturally talkative.
i was pretty tensed inside the room. in the beginning of the interview, my voice did 'shake' just now. aaahhh!!! but after a while, i did manage to calm myself down and be natural. but i guess the damage's already been done. maybe i had jeopeoardized my chance of getting into the club.
i wonder how i'll be in front of a big audience 'cause the audience that i'm talking about now is only 4 unknown seniors who interviewed me for SPARC2GO. tremble down there, being rooted to the ground? i feel so fake. like promoting and praising myself high to the skies above. at some moments, i do feel the sense of backstabbing as the 4 interviewees tried to impress the SPARC2GO members, which turned out to be the exco.
then there was this guy by the name of 'Taufik'' and he's from Sylvester Sim's secondary school. speaking of pure irony. he boasts about getting the prestegious 'aircraft engineering' license. he brags about being a leader in NCC back in his secondarty school days, when he has to organize lots of activities for his cadets. he kept on magnifying the fact that he went to be an assistant supervisor at Marks & Spencer during that long break before poly starts.
he kept on stressing on the fact he's great lah, generally speaking. he seem like nice guy(sic) but if he's really like that in person, he ain't gonna go far. look at the REAL 'Taufik' i thought Joanne was really disgusted by his attitude that she kept facing me when Taufik's talking. but fact is, this Taufik has a bad breath. and a pity indeed that she's sitting beside him during the interview.
joanne's also one weird person. she actually used what she has learnt in ICP in the interview. 'supporting social dominant culture', 'the media is biased', 'i wanna know the real truth out there and what have you. i just can't help but to giggle in my heart. '
"ccaaann you feeeel the looooveeee toniiiightttt... "
"toonniiigghhhtt..."
so you did agree with my view afterall right? i knew you won't disappoint me... =)
THAT made me have a bitch fit. how can he say such a thing? oh my gosh. he's so insensitve. i bet his skin is so thick that he didn't realise that he has dent my ego till the damage is unrepairable. i don't care. i need to show to the world what bad taste he has. HMPH!
elf: isn't she pretty? i just love her pose. don't you think she's pretty?oh c'mon cut the crap, bad boy. till now, i am still standing up tall for my choice. well, it doesn't really matter anyway right? i will ALWAYS be 'standing taller' than him. Hehehe.
fi3: she's prettier lah. close eyes also can see her dimples. how can you even THINK that she's not?I bet my whole body agrees with my decision. i have more 'body parts' than elf to support me. i have my hair on my head backing me, my leg hair, my pubic hair... c'mon, if you agree with me, keep on reading this entry. if not, just close this window right now.
bah! i tried my very best, to impersonate a bitch. but i'm just too innocent to be one. anyway, it's just a friendly banter that was being settled the man's way - thou shalt fight by tickling. who ever retaliates, loses. credit to both of them who've made thus far in Project Superstar.
but really, don't you think Silver's better-looking of the lot? everyone's entitled to an opinion, rrriiiggghhhtt...? =)
i just get nervous whenever i'm in interviews i don't know why. can you actually practise this by going for a lot of interviews? well, unless i have Joanne's talent, i wouldn't need to worry about staggering and shivering in front of an audience. she's gifted in talking, by the way. naturally talkative.
i was pretty tensed inside the room. in the beginning of the interview, my voice did 'shake' just now. aaahhh!!! but after a while, i did manage to calm myself down and be natural. but i guess the damage's already been done. maybe i had jeopeoardized my chance of getting into the club.
i wonder how i'll be in front of a big audience 'cause the audience that i'm talking about now is only 4 unknown seniors who interviewed me for SPARC2GO. tremble down there, being rooted to the ground? i feel so fake. like promoting and praising myself high to the skies above. at some moments, i do feel the sense of backstabbing as the 4 interviewees tried to impress the SPARC2GO members, which turned out to be the exco.
then there was this guy by the name of 'Taufik'' and he's from Sylvester Sim's secondary school. speaking of pure irony. he boasts about getting the prestegious 'aircraft engineering' license. he brags about being a leader in NCC back in his secondarty school days, when he has to organize lots of activities for his cadets. he kept on magnifying the fact that he went to be an assistant supervisor at Marks & Spencer during that long break before poly starts.
he kept on stressing on the fact he's great lah, generally speaking. he seem like nice guy(sic) but if he's really like that in person, he ain't gonna go far. look at the REAL 'Taufik' i thought Joanne was really disgusted by his attitude that she kept facing me when Taufik's talking. but fact is, this Taufik has a bad breath. and a pity indeed that she's sitting beside him during the interview.
joanne's also one weird person. she actually used what she has learnt in ICP in the interview. 'supporting social dominant culture', 'the media is biased', 'i wanna know the real truth out there and what have you. i just can't help but to giggle in my heart. '
"ccaaann you feeeel the looooveeee toniiiightttt... "
"toonniiigghhhtt..."
so you did agree with my view afterall right? i knew you won't disappoint me... =)
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
wantong: eh, i like hugh jackman! there's one movie where he strip down to his underwear! so macho! oops! sorry, sorry! i take back my words!
devon: i prefer him in 'X-Men'. i didn't know you're so dirty-minded.
wantong: eh, you're more dirty-minded than me okay! i don't even know the word O-R-G-Y and threesome before you told me. i very innocent one okay!
devon: so now that you know, does that make you the most dirty-minded girl in class?
wantong: NOOO!!! poh ying is worse than me.
lydia: haiyah, devon you're first followed by wan tong than poh ying lah. settled.
(this you mean?)
i can't believe it i'm stuck in the middle of a girl talk. i mean certain stuffs, well maybe ARE relevant and interesting. but to be fantasizing about guys? count me out, puh-leeaasee! already i was caught in a conversation about Kotex and stuff early in the morning. then devon's article about boobs, in her blog, was brought up by lydia after her boyfriend went on to see it. and we're in the library, despite being in the computer corner. so imagine the chaos that we made. the topic was generally 'sex' of course.
hmmm.. i'm still waiting for the right moment to write about penises though.
WARNING: my class girls may seem innocent but don't be deceived by their looks.
we grabbed a quick bite before going for lecture today after doing our project in the BizIT lib. (rrreeaallyy...?) well, i thought they wanted to eat a meal but it turned out to be the opposite. they were snacking rather than eating i should say. i pity my stomach. it has been growling since i woke up. and i suppose elf's one was the same too so we both went to buy a meal at different stalls.
maybe he's just hyperactive everytime, even when he's sleeping and in his dreams.
getting on, back we went to ur table and really, i thought we would have a pleasant meal together. you know, socialising and stuff. but horror of all horrors, when i was eating half way through, i suddenly realised that my table was strangely quiet. Shi Qi then suddenly broke the silence, "wah, the egg looks very nice." she's pointing to my plate full of don't-know-what of course. then Lydia joined in, "i like the other thing other than the egg and potato. what is it ah? chicken ah? wow, i just love chickens. i can just eat them everyday!"
okay, i paused for a moment. are they just hungry or plain curious? let me convince you that they are just girls.
i breathed a sigh of releif when they turned their attention to Elf this time round. "why you never eat the vegetables ah?" went Devon like all mothers. "why you make that slurping sound when you're eating your noodles? very rude, you know,"she went on. yes, it's the attack of Devon once more!
i then noticed something. everytime when i look up for a while to chew my food and let them flow down my gullet, i will see a different girl each time, looking at either mine or elf's plate of food. like a pack of wolves waiting to pounce on their prey, i should put it that way. GAAHH! we're being stalked!
alas, i thought the word 'peace' existed in the dictionary when i had finished up my food. they can't criticize me anymore! Muahahaha! but no. i left a few grains of rice on my plate and i swear it wasn't on purpose. Devon strikes again! "eh, finish up your food at the bottom of the plate. later your girlfriend got pimples." finally, i counter-attacked her. "i shall spread the rice then." *evil grins*
of course i tried my best to eat every grain of rice left. well, i know my mission can't be accomplished. so what's the next best thing to do?
abort it. and off we went to the lecture theatre.
(i guess our differences are why men and women are put together. our life won't be so dull then! and to devon, lyida, wan tong and shi qi, you girls are nice people. really. trust my judgement. =) )
and my girlfriend must have not been finishing her food lately. i'm starting to get pimples on my face! argh! somebody help me!
devon: i prefer him in 'X-Men'. i didn't know you're so dirty-minded.
wantong: eh, you're more dirty-minded than me okay! i don't even know the word O-R-G-Y and threesome before you told me. i very innocent one okay!
devon: so now that you know, does that make you the most dirty-minded girl in class?
wantong: NOOO!!! poh ying is worse than me.
lydia: haiyah, devon you're first followed by wan tong than poh ying lah. settled.
(this you mean?)i can't believe it i'm stuck in the middle of a girl talk. i mean certain stuffs, well maybe ARE relevant and interesting. but to be fantasizing about guys? count me out, puh-leeaasee! already i was caught in a conversation about Kotex and stuff early in the morning. then devon's article about boobs, in her blog, was brought up by lydia after her boyfriend went on to see it. and we're in the library, despite being in the computer corner. so imagine the chaos that we made. the topic was generally 'sex' of course.
hmmm.. i'm still waiting for the right moment to write about penises though.
WARNING: my class girls may seem innocent but don't be deceived by their looks.
we grabbed a quick bite before going for lecture today after doing our project in the BizIT lib. (rrreeaallyy...?) well, i thought they wanted to eat a meal but it turned out to be the opposite. they were snacking rather than eating i should say. i pity my stomach. it has been growling since i woke up. and i suppose elf's one was the same too so we both went to buy a meal at different stalls.
maybe he's just hyperactive everytime, even when he's sleeping and in his dreams.
getting on, back we went to ur table and really, i thought we would have a pleasant meal together. you know, socialising and stuff. but horror of all horrors, when i was eating half way through, i suddenly realised that my table was strangely quiet. Shi Qi then suddenly broke the silence, "wah, the egg looks very nice." she's pointing to my plate full of don't-know-what of course. then Lydia joined in, "i like the other thing other than the egg and potato. what is it ah? chicken ah? wow, i just love chickens. i can just eat them everyday!"
okay, i paused for a moment. are they just hungry or plain curious? let me convince you that they are just girls.
i breathed a sigh of releif when they turned their attention to Elf this time round. "why you never eat the vegetables ah?" went Devon like all mothers. "why you make that slurping sound when you're eating your noodles? very rude, you know,"she went on. yes, it's the attack of Devon once more!
i then noticed something. everytime when i look up for a while to chew my food and let them flow down my gullet, i will see a different girl each time, looking at either mine or elf's plate of food. like a pack of wolves waiting to pounce on their prey, i should put it that way. GAAHH! we're being stalked!
alas, i thought the word 'peace' existed in the dictionary when i had finished up my food. they can't criticize me anymore! Muahahaha! but no. i left a few grains of rice on my plate and i swear it wasn't on purpose. Devon strikes again! "eh, finish up your food at the bottom of the plate. later your girlfriend got pimples." finally, i counter-attacked her. "i shall spread the rice then." *evil grins*
of course i tried my best to eat every grain of rice left. well, i know my mission can't be accomplished. so what's the next best thing to do?
abort it. and off we went to the lecture theatre.
(i guess our differences are why men and women are put together. our life won't be so dull then! and to devon, lyida, wan tong and shi qi, you girls are nice people. really. trust my judgement. =) )
and my girlfriend must have not been finishing her food lately. i'm starting to get pimples on my face! argh! somebody help me!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
my weekends are ruined! ruined with stuffs that are given the name 'projects'! argh! how cruel can life be. after long and hectic weekdays, don't i deserve to be given the chance of a break? 2 days isn't enough, compared to 5 days of work. what more when i can only get a few hours of my own time during the weekends. the rest are pre-occupied with projects over at my friends' places.
shucks. weekends are just like schooldays; the only thing i enjoyed about it is that i get to sleep a little later than usual and wake up even later the next day.
you know vandalism in public buses are a common sight right? writings such as 'jamie suck to the core!' and 'QXZSS go to hell!' are always the ones that are entertaining us other than the TV Mobile, provided it doesn't give its attitude problem of freezing the screens. (of course, names used here are for demonstration purposes only. if it happens to be your name, it is purely coincedental. => )
sometimes i do wonder if these are real and sincere rants or is it just a way to boast. i mean if it is purely ranting, i'm sure SBS won't mind right? at least it's better than committing suicide. but if it is merely for the purpose of showing off, i guess you're better off dead.
what makes you think it's so macho and daring of doing so? and you really think the person that you hated to the core would take the same bus as you do? they aren't as stupid as you think they are. even if they do take the same bus as you, the boastful one, pluck up your courage, you scaredy cat! confront him face-to-face lah and say that 'I HATE YOU!'
i understand that you can't right? you are better off written rather than spoken. or else your balls may shrink, or in some extremely rare cases, your breasts. agree?
so you think you're a good writer already after all the practices that you've had? well, improve on your logical skills first. i kept seeing stuffs like 'his face is like shit!' and 'fuck him off to hell lah!' whoa. are your eyes okay? have you ever seen a piece of shit, irregardless of whose-they're universal, before? and you're tyring to say that it has eyes, ears, nose and mouth? myopia IS a serious problem is Singapore isn't it?
and 'fuck him off to hell!'? HAHA! how on earth do you do that? you must have special talents to be able to do so. great stamina or lofty vision, i don't know. but whatever special attributes that you may possess for you to be able to do so, i take off my hat to you.
it's kinda funny to see why blogs are being scrutinised by some observers. they really don't see the holy light that blogs can shine. despite all the cons of blogs and blogging, the very least that it could do is to eradicate vandalism, at least in public buses.
for once i wish that vandalism still exists for i can be entertained by my fellow Singaporeans, indirectly though, as i make my way to my destination by buses. stupid TV Mobile.
shucks. weekends are just like schooldays; the only thing i enjoyed about it is that i get to sleep a little later than usual and wake up even later the next day.
you know vandalism in public buses are a common sight right? writings such as 'jamie suck to the core!' and 'QXZSS go to hell!' are always the ones that are entertaining us other than the TV Mobile, provided it doesn't give its attitude problem of freezing the screens. (of course, names used here are for demonstration purposes only. if it happens to be your name, it is purely coincedental. => )
sometimes i do wonder if these are real and sincere rants or is it just a way to boast. i mean if it is purely ranting, i'm sure SBS won't mind right? at least it's better than committing suicide. but if it is merely for the purpose of showing off, i guess you're better off dead.
what makes you think it's so macho and daring of doing so? and you really think the person that you hated to the core would take the same bus as you do? they aren't as stupid as you think they are. even if they do take the same bus as you, the boastful one, pluck up your courage, you scaredy cat! confront him face-to-face lah and say that 'I HATE YOU!'
i understand that you can't right? you are better off written rather than spoken. or else your balls may shrink, or in some extremely rare cases, your breasts. agree?
so you think you're a good writer already after all the practices that you've had? well, improve on your logical skills first. i kept seeing stuffs like 'his face is like shit!' and 'fuck him off to hell lah!' whoa. are your eyes okay? have you ever seen a piece of shit, irregardless of whose-they're universal, before? and you're tyring to say that it has eyes, ears, nose and mouth? myopia IS a serious problem is Singapore isn't it?
and 'fuck him off to hell!'? HAHA! how on earth do you do that? you must have special talents to be able to do so. great stamina or lofty vision, i don't know. but whatever special attributes that you may possess for you to be able to do so, i take off my hat to you.
it's kinda funny to see why blogs are being scrutinised by some observers. they really don't see the holy light that blogs can shine. despite all the cons of blogs and blogging, the very least that it could do is to eradicate vandalism, at least in public buses.
for once i wish that vandalism still exists for i can be entertained by my fellow Singaporeans, indirectly though, as i make my way to my destination by buses. stupid TV Mobile.
TV Mobile.
Entertainment on the go.
Wherever, whenever.
Crap.
(i wasn't a victim of vandalism and i hope i will never be. this post is really about something that suddenly struck my polluted mind.) Entertainment on the go.
Wherever, whenever.
Crap.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Elf Goes Sentimental:Part II
elf showed the 'feminine' side of himself again today during break time. it seems that he does that best during break times. that's why you always see him very hyperactive during lessons. he is actually very gay most of the times. i mean, the emotion of being happy. it's these few moments when he goes sentimental that you don't really see in him everytime.
maybe i should place a hidden camera whenever i'm with him during break time to record of these 'precious' moments. wanna see it? show me the money first. Muahaha! do i sound mean enough here?
here's a sneak preview, exclusively brought to you by fi3.
elf: why must we go for attachment in Year 3 ah? i hope ah, all the boys can go together for our attachment. wah, then our ideas will be very strong 'cause we can combine all our ideas together. if we're seperated ah, i'll surely miss you guys. we would have been together for 3 years by that time you know.
he'll kill me if he knows that i blog about him. i know he doesn't read my blog... does he? Haha! so if he does know without reading my entries, i'm gonna hunt down that messenger of his. don't worry. i'll only let you know the torture that you'll be going through only when you've reached the dungeon. so have a clear mind when you're being driven to a place called 'unknown', aite?
i just love the pamphlet that they guys are doing for our CA2 project. it's not really a last-minute work but frankly speaking, the idea is generated only today. but it was great! ideas kept flowing in, we merge them together and put them in our final draft. everything seems to go along so well! it was pure satisfaction!
of course the end product isn't developed yet. even if it has, i can't display it on the net. plagarism exists, you see. so it's only visible on personal level and *poof* it'll go into my portfolio. grab the chance to view our masterpiece, yeah. for limited time only.
finally, i'm getting my own pair of skates! i'm gonna practise hard so that i can catch up with the rest of the lads there, man. my pocket has just been made bigger for i have to fork out like, what around 150 bucks, for the pair of skates? yeah, and i hope it'll last me throughout the three years. well, i guess that's money well spent for me. my one and only investment that i've made so far in SP. (should have gone to the blood donation drive lah the other time. i've never experienced it before.)
i've always wanted to learn inline skating and here i am, given the chance. i'd be damn stupid to let this chance pass by. through multiple falls i will learn, through hard work i'll reap my rewards. when i'm driven by passion, it seems that i can go full steam ahead. is it a nature of every living human?
i'm still waiting for my NYAA application. the interview for SPARC2GO is this coming Wednesday, i sure hope i can get through. i've yet to contact the person in charge of my Mentor-Mantee programme i signed up for MENDAKI. now, new flames have been ignited in me. the flames of advertising and inline skating. one thing for sure, they aren't gonna perish easily.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
I just found out a new job that exists in this world today. when times are so bad that we can almost be anything that we want to be.
during ICP lesson today, Ms Hui showed this video clip about the movie industry in India, or more popularly known as 'Bollywood'. then came in to the picture this lady who aspires to be part of 'Bollywood' that's ever growing in India. So off she went from god-knows-where-her-city-is to Mumbai, or is it New Delhi? hmmm.. nevermind about it.
she wasn't loaded with cash, as far as I can see. so she struggled to get lodging there, struggled to have food, struggled to get a telephone... you get the idea. but she isn't employed yet you see. so when she was being interviewed, her job was shown as a 'Struggler'.
well 2 of my classmates have already found themselves a job, in that case. one is a 'Hooker' and another is a 'Lamer'. but of course, these jobs are mostly done on voluntary basis though. and yes, they are part-timers. they can't afford to have these jobs as full-timers. this is Singapore leh. studies must always come first! haha!
jobs are certainly aplenty in the Bollywood industry. there is even someone employed to open the door. but he looks pathetic, holding a string tied to the door knob and pulling and letting go of the tension of the string, not bothered who's entering or exiting anyway.
can't blame him if he's after a decent and clean living. can't look down on him for he's hardworking enough to source for jobs to support himself. can't accept the fact that these are happening in the very same world that I live in!
wait a minute. i have a dream that i once thought was ridiculous and isn't worth to be a reality. this career path that I hoped to take off in was striked off my list when i saw so many people failing in this line. but the 'Struggler' gave me a sense of HOPE. i think i'm going to pursue my dream afterall...
... that is to be a 'Slacker'.
during ICP lesson today, Ms Hui showed this video clip about the movie industry in India, or more popularly known as 'Bollywood'. then came in to the picture this lady who aspires to be part of 'Bollywood' that's ever growing in India. So off she went from god-knows-where-her-city-is to Mumbai, or is it New Delhi? hmmm.. nevermind about it.
she wasn't loaded with cash, as far as I can see. so she struggled to get lodging there, struggled to have food, struggled to get a telephone... you get the idea. but she isn't employed yet you see. so when she was being interviewed, her job was shown as a 'Struggler'.
well 2 of my classmates have already found themselves a job, in that case. one is a 'Hooker' and another is a 'Lamer'. but of course, these jobs are mostly done on voluntary basis though. and yes, they are part-timers. they can't afford to have these jobs as full-timers. this is Singapore leh. studies must always come first! haha!
jobs are certainly aplenty in the Bollywood industry. there is even someone employed to open the door. but he looks pathetic, holding a string tied to the door knob and pulling and letting go of the tension of the string, not bothered who's entering or exiting anyway.
can't blame him if he's after a decent and clean living. can't look down on him for he's hardworking enough to source for jobs to support himself. can't accept the fact that these are happening in the very same world that I live in!
wait a minute. i have a dream that i once thought was ridiculous and isn't worth to be a reality. this career path that I hoped to take off in was striked off my list when i saw so many people failing in this line. but the 'Struggler' gave me a sense of HOPE. i think i'm going to pursue my dream afterall...
... that is to be a 'Slacker'.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
i missed the fireworks display the other time when it was held at Marina Bay and this time, I wouldn't want to let history repeat itself once more. I didn't get tickets to the Padang for the parade but soaking in the atmosphere at Esplanade was more than what I could ask for. the jam was expected but the crowd was certainly not! when yan and I reached City Hall MRT station, it was packed, really packed, with bodies. alive ones of course.
while police officers patrolling the station was a common sight, police dogs aren't! there was this big and white canine sitting beside an officer with its eyes as sharp as its owner, "looking" around for suspicious characters. it looked so cute and adorable! in it's sitting position, it already reached the height of the officer's waist. i would really love to see it in 'attack' mode. Gaaahh!!!
fast foward to the parade.
it was such a wonderful and exhilarating experience! to be under the Chinooks and jet planes was simply undescribable. it was so darn cool! we've always seen Chinooks carrying the National flag whilst the National Anthem is being played every year. This year, on top of that major task, they also participated in the display item along with the fighter jets. and there was this huge transport airplane that escorted by these Chinooks too!
ahh.. how i just love them, despite their 'old' age. very much a veteran in our airforce by now. still, they never fail to let us down.
and the fighter planes! one went so high up to the skies above, it really made me wonder how it's like to see the surroundings from such a ggrreeaatt height! some left a 'smoky' trail behind in a straight line before splitting up to go different directions. others did their 'somersaults' while on air. i know it looks normal from the TV screen but you gotta see them with your own eyes to have your jaws wide open. of course mine wasn't lah. i just went 'Whooaa!' along with the enthusiastic crowd.
oh boy, they really ARE an enthusiastic bunch, is really admit. they get excited everytime there's this small burst of fireworks fired halfway thorugh the segments in the parade. (relax lah, why so kan chiong? there are bigger ones later on!) earlier on, these people made a big 'hoo-ha' when the marching bands walked past them, in front of the esplanade. off went the 'clicks' and flashes of their cameras as they rushed to catch a glimpse of the talented musicians. see the spirit of 'kiasuism' here? of course i was one of these 'people' too! hehe!
why not? i was particularly attracted to the percussion section of one of the marching bands. as they walk past us to go to their destination, they played a cool rhythm all the way and it was certainly 'ear'-catching lah. my heart suddenly melts! how i wish i can be part of a military band in the percussion section! aahh.. the sound of the drumsticks hitting the crisp skin of the drums in catchy rhythms, accompanied by the booming bass drum, crashing crash cymbals (hah!) and the ever 'melodic' tom-toms, rejuvenated me once more! relive my dreams of becoming a great drummer! haha!
i didn't really catch the military vehicles though. so many bodies poured foward to snap pictures of them! their proximity to you is something you really got to take advantage of, especially when you can't see them in operation on any other days. some cheeky face-painted and green-uniform donning men smiled and wave at the audience before they proceed to the Padang while others just maintained their serious looks.
maybe their commanding officers weren't looking at them, that's why. wait till they find out. you will all be running 10KM after every meal, every day! *evil grins* but it isn't everyday that we can get to see faces of which we can see their smiles only, right? haha!
then came the fireworks! after such a long wait, the icing on the cake was finally put into place! i was caught in two minds, to take photos or to soak into the atmosphere of the dazzling array of fireworks that lit up the dark and looming skies. it was fantastic! brilliant! what ever adjective you can use! they were coming from the Padang, the Esplanade bridge and behind the Esplanade. i simply love the one that falls down like rain!
the whole thing lasts for about 3 minutes or so but it certainly seems longer than that! what a blast it was! first in was the planes, and oh, i forgot to mention about the free-falling parachuters didi? the came the fireworks. what a way to end off my day. i'm tired and shagged, yes i was. but seriously it was worth it.
actually i wanted to go to the Istana. i've never been in there before! must visit there at least once, you know! i'm a Singaporean, flesh and blood. Haha! hope you had fun Yan! 'cause i certainly did, and it's difinitely not possible without you! =)
Happy 40th Birthday Singapore!
while police officers patrolling the station was a common sight, police dogs aren't! there was this big and white canine sitting beside an officer with its eyes as sharp as its owner, "looking" around for suspicious characters. it looked so cute and adorable! in it's sitting position, it already reached the height of the officer's waist. i would really love to see it in 'attack' mode. Gaaahh!!!
fast foward to the parade.
it was such a wonderful and exhilarating experience! to be under the Chinooks and jet planes was simply undescribable. it was so darn cool! we've always seen Chinooks carrying the National flag whilst the National Anthem is being played every year. This year, on top of that major task, they also participated in the display item along with the fighter jets. and there was this huge transport airplane that escorted by these Chinooks too!
ahh.. how i just love them, despite their 'old' age. very much a veteran in our airforce by now. still, they never fail to let us down.
and the fighter planes! one went so high up to the skies above, it really made me wonder how it's like to see the surroundings from such a ggrreeaatt height! some left a 'smoky' trail behind in a straight line before splitting up to go different directions. others did their 'somersaults' while on air. i know it looks normal from the TV screen but you gotta see them with your own eyes to have your jaws wide open. of course mine wasn't lah. i just went 'Whooaa!' along with the enthusiastic crowd.
oh boy, they really ARE an enthusiastic bunch, is really admit. they get excited everytime there's this small burst of fireworks fired halfway thorugh the segments in the parade. (relax lah, why so kan chiong? there are bigger ones later on!) earlier on, these people made a big 'hoo-ha' when the marching bands walked past them, in front of the esplanade. off went the 'clicks' and flashes of their cameras as they rushed to catch a glimpse of the talented musicians. see the spirit of 'kiasuism' here? of course i was one of these 'people' too! hehe!
why not? i was particularly attracted to the percussion section of one of the marching bands. as they walk past us to go to their destination, they played a cool rhythm all the way and it was certainly 'ear'-catching lah. my heart suddenly melts! how i wish i can be part of a military band in the percussion section! aahh.. the sound of the drumsticks hitting the crisp skin of the drums in catchy rhythms, accompanied by the booming bass drum, crashing crash cymbals (hah!) and the ever 'melodic' tom-toms, rejuvenated me once more! relive my dreams of becoming a great drummer! haha!
i didn't really catch the military vehicles though. so many bodies poured foward to snap pictures of them! their proximity to you is something you really got to take advantage of, especially when you can't see them in operation on any other days. some cheeky face-painted and green-uniform donning men smiled and wave at the audience before they proceed to the Padang while others just maintained their serious looks.
maybe their commanding officers weren't looking at them, that's why. wait till they find out. you will all be running 10KM after every meal, every day! *evil grins* but it isn't everyday that we can get to see faces of which we can see their smiles only, right? haha!
then came the fireworks! after such a long wait, the icing on the cake was finally put into place! i was caught in two minds, to take photos or to soak into the atmosphere of the dazzling array of fireworks that lit up the dark and looming skies. it was fantastic! brilliant! what ever adjective you can use! they were coming from the Padang, the Esplanade bridge and behind the Esplanade. i simply love the one that falls down like rain!
the whole thing lasts for about 3 minutes or so but it certainly seems longer than that! what a blast it was! first in was the planes, and oh, i forgot to mention about the free-falling parachuters didi? the came the fireworks. what a way to end off my day. i'm tired and shagged, yes i was. but seriously it was worth it.
actually i wanted to go to the Istana. i've never been in there before! must visit there at least once, you know! i'm a Singaporean, flesh and blood. Haha! hope you had fun Yan! 'cause i certainly did, and it's difinitely not possible without you! =)
Happy 40th Birthday Singapore!
Monday, August 08, 2005
I thought my life was doomed today. I was actually clueless about what to write about in the OC written test and the CC skit test was actually scheduled for an impromptu one. I was utterly worried. No preparation at all for these two tests, which actually will somehow pull my grades up so that my diploma won't be smudged with Cs and Ds. But hey! i don't know what divine intervention had occured but I managed to write free-flowingly for my OC test!
it was darn stupid lah anyway, that's what i think personally. to actually write out a script of what you're gonna say on your actual presentation day was purely madness. well, since i managed to scrape through this test, does that mean i'm a qualified fortune-teller? i can actually predict what i'm going to say in my presentation. and it's actually put into a test in one of the modules that i'm taking. what's next? ahhh... DMC is so cool. Haha!
and something freak me when i was using the computer to type out the script during the OC lesson. while i was pausing for a while to get ideas rolling into my head, the pointer for the mouse suddenly moved by itself! and i ain't joking here. i was stunned for a few moments and even jerked off my seat, muttering "what the fuck!" repeatedly to myself. i mean the pointer even went to 'File' and 'Save' before finally settling down somewhere in the middle of the screen.
and i couldn't have asked for another person to 'punk' me, yet another time other, than Ms Fairuz herself. when i turn to her, she was grinning from one ear to the other. only then did i realize that she was the prankster that made me freak out like a small kid. (she can actually do this from her master computer? am i lagging behind in terms of technology knowledge or what here?) swear i'm gonna 'punk' her back one day man. just give me time to absorb her ways of tricking people and i'm gonna make sure she eats her own medicine. it's gonna be doubly better if the whole class can 'punk' her. Muahahaha! *grins evily*
then came the lfit incident that was, by far, the most embarassing moment of my life in SP! upon reaching the 4th floor, the lift door opens for me and my other 3 'boy-friends' to exit. before i elaborate any further, i have a question to the masses. have you ever experienced this moment whereby two people have exactly the same thinking as you do? like when you bump into someone's way when you were walking one day and he mirrored every movement that you did in your attempt to move out of his way? well, that's the concept of this whole embarassing moment that i faced just now!
i don't know if it's pure coincedence or not but elf, alvin and me wanted to exit the life all at the same time. and that lift opening can't possibly let all three of us out together at once right? so, perhaps it's due to our sense of gentlemanness that we have honed for so long (hah!), we politely waited for either one of us to make the first move out of the lift. but neither of us did! and for a split second, we were like three dumbasses who don't know how to exit an elevator. that was before i realised that we were watched by so many poeple at the lift lobby and immediately put my foot foward out of the lift.
GOSH! of all things to have the same thinking about! and of all places, in front of so many people! but it was darn cute lah. one more sweet memory of my life in SP banked into my mind.
luck was once again on my side as the skit test was postponed to Wednesday 'cause the classroom is too small. (a pretty lame reason it will be if it's from a student but hey, it's from the teacher himself!) there was preparation but i admit it was kinda last minute and rushing. because we intended it to be an impromptu one! but alas, i can breath a sigh of relief.
i even managed to release a cloud of German gas at my point of relief. whoops! Haha! It's kinda nice not to believe in luck always 'cause you'll appreciate it even more when it comes to you as surprises.
it was darn stupid lah anyway, that's what i think personally. to actually write out a script of what you're gonna say on your actual presentation day was purely madness. well, since i managed to scrape through this test, does that mean i'm a qualified fortune-teller? i can actually predict what i'm going to say in my presentation. and it's actually put into a test in one of the modules that i'm taking. what's next? ahhh... DMC is so cool. Haha!
and something freak me when i was using the computer to type out the script during the OC lesson. while i was pausing for a while to get ideas rolling into my head, the pointer for the mouse suddenly moved by itself! and i ain't joking here. i was stunned for a few moments and even jerked off my seat, muttering "what the fuck!" repeatedly to myself. i mean the pointer even went to 'File' and 'Save' before finally settling down somewhere in the middle of the screen.
and i couldn't have asked for another person to 'punk' me, yet another time other, than Ms Fairuz herself. when i turn to her, she was grinning from one ear to the other. only then did i realize that she was the prankster that made me freak out like a small kid. (she can actually do this from her master computer? am i lagging behind in terms of technology knowledge or what here?) swear i'm gonna 'punk' her back one day man. just give me time to absorb her ways of tricking people and i'm gonna make sure she eats her own medicine. it's gonna be doubly better if the whole class can 'punk' her. Muahahaha! *grins evily*
then came the lfit incident that was, by far, the most embarassing moment of my life in SP! upon reaching the 4th floor, the lift door opens for me and my other 3 'boy-friends' to exit. before i elaborate any further, i have a question to the masses. have you ever experienced this moment whereby two people have exactly the same thinking as you do? like when you bump into someone's way when you were walking one day and he mirrored every movement that you did in your attempt to move out of his way? well, that's the concept of this whole embarassing moment that i faced just now!
i don't know if it's pure coincedence or not but elf, alvin and me wanted to exit the life all at the same time. and that lift opening can't possibly let all three of us out together at once right? so, perhaps it's due to our sense of gentlemanness that we have honed for so long (hah!), we politely waited for either one of us to make the first move out of the lift. but neither of us did! and for a split second, we were like three dumbasses who don't know how to exit an elevator. that was before i realised that we were watched by so many poeple at the lift lobby and immediately put my foot foward out of the lift.
GOSH! of all things to have the same thinking about! and of all places, in front of so many people! but it was darn cute lah. one more sweet memory of my life in SP banked into my mind.
luck was once again on my side as the skit test was postponed to Wednesday 'cause the classroom is too small. (a pretty lame reason it will be if it's from a student but hey, it's from the teacher himself!) there was preparation but i admit it was kinda last minute and rushing. because we intended it to be an impromptu one! but alas, i can breath a sigh of relief.
i even managed to release a cloud of German gas at my point of relief. whoops! Haha! It's kinda nice not to believe in luck always 'cause you'll appreciate it even more when it comes to you as surprises.
Women should never be allowed to drive vehicles! well, at least the public transport like the buses. Why? 'cause they have a stage in their life called menopause! and you know SBS drivers are rarely have breasts and vaginas, what more young and unwrinkled ones. so that leaves us to a small number of 'overaged' lady drivers.
i'm not being a bitch here alright. i mean it's okay if you are trying to get a decent living as a bus driver but please, i beg you please... don't bring display the emotions buried deep inside you in your driving ESPECIALLY if you're having a menopause. there are innocent passengers like me who don't deserve to feel your wrath.
we can see that you are frustrated for when your blood's boiling, the bus gets out of control too. our lives depend on you, the person on the steering wheel. if you're angry or such, please vent your anger elsewehere not by jerking the bus at every traffic halt or bus stop. why you ask...?
'CAUSE IT"S SO DARN FREAKING IRRITATING IF YOU HAVEN"T REALISE!
my dear SBS, pardon me for always throwing stones at you. until TransIsland buses occupy my territory, you will be my primary target, at least till i complete my tertiary studies. it is not that long though, just another 3 more years. and i'm relying so much on the bus no. 74 that it has became part of the necessities of my life.
so please, do a decent job. don't make us wait for 20 mins and sent in two single deck buses one after another, by which both will be packed to the brim and one will just pass by the bus stop without any halt. after which you will sent an EMPTY DOUBLE-DECKER bus will be seen breezing past while I'm crushed like sardines in a tin can in the puny single deck buses.
all i ask is to reach school in time. nevermind the traffic jams, you can't be held responsible for it. but the freqeuncy of the buses, you certainly are in total control. please, help me grant this small wish of mine.
Signing off,
The Forgotten Guy
i'm not being a bitch here alright. i mean it's okay if you are trying to get a decent living as a bus driver but please, i beg you please... don't bring display the emotions buried deep inside you in your driving ESPECIALLY if you're having a menopause. there are innocent passengers like me who don't deserve to feel your wrath.
we can see that you are frustrated for when your blood's boiling, the bus gets out of control too. our lives depend on you, the person on the steering wheel. if you're angry or such, please vent your anger elsewehere not by jerking the bus at every traffic halt or bus stop. why you ask...?
'CAUSE IT"S SO DARN FREAKING IRRITATING IF YOU HAVEN"T REALISE!
my dear SBS, pardon me for always throwing stones at you. until TransIsland buses occupy my territory, you will be my primary target, at least till i complete my tertiary studies. it is not that long though, just another 3 more years. and i'm relying so much on the bus no. 74 that it has became part of the necessities of my life.
so please, do a decent job. don't make us wait for 20 mins and sent in two single deck buses one after another, by which both will be packed to the brim and one will just pass by the bus stop without any halt. after which you will sent an EMPTY DOUBLE-DECKER bus will be seen breezing past while I'm crushed like sardines in a tin can in the puny single deck buses.
all i ask is to reach school in time. nevermind the traffic jams, you can't be held responsible for it. but the freqeuncy of the buses, you certainly are in total control. please, help me grant this small wish of mine.
Signing off,
The Forgotten Guy
Saturday, August 06, 2005
I actually went out today for 3 main reasons - to accompany Yan to buy her black pants, to source for pictures for my OC presentation and to catch the fireworks display at the Esplanade. Sad to say, I accomplished none of my 'mission objectives' for today.
It was funny to see Suntec City not being as packed as it will always be during weekends. I was expecting to be crushed like sardines in a tin but it didn't happen at all. in fact, i was indeed 'crushed' when i reached the Esplanade. It was so damn packed that I swear there were almost 1 million people down there. yes, you read me right, 1 MILLION Singaporeans. all the way from the open walkways, that stretches along the Esplanade, to the bridge in front of Fullerton and right to where the Merlion spits, there were bodies EVERYWHERE!
darn. i did come a tad too late. i wanna catch the fireworks! they're such beauty to the eyes! i only manage to catch glimpses of it and i was already speechless. the open rooftop of the Esplanade was so tempting; there was nobody there. if only i could have access to it, it would be perfect. darn it man, really. what's wrong with opening up the space there at night? the management of Esplanade is worried that terrorists would shoot a mortar across the Singapore River, is it? i bet Singaporeans would "whoa" their way with the rest of the fireworks display if they saw the mortar shell fly and explode in mid-air. Haha!
a few CISCO officers were patrolling the area just now. yeah, A FEW. i don't know if there were plain-clothes' ones but those who were in uniform, was just a handful. Worse still, most of them are in the Esplanade. Taking advantage of the air-conditioning, is it sir? and those who were outside, were mostly near the roads. doing what you say? directing the human traffic to move on to that they won't block the way of the others who want to exit the place.
WHAT??? you train them so hard, set them aside for special training and this is the service that they're doing? you think you're playing Warcraft? you train a hero, upgrade his abilities and put him just to guard your base, like a normal and easily replacable characters? hello people, they're from CISCO. they aren't branded for nothing.
it was a thoroughly bad day i should say. i dragged my lifeless body to the bus-stop feeling disappointed, down and out. i thought the worse was over but I was proved wrong. (Why? I didn't ask for it!!!) first, i was served the 'appetizer'. one lady practically mocked to her handphone for no obvious reason. I nearly wanted to call the IMH to take her away when i realized that she was actually talking to someone on the other side of the call.
i pity the listener. he must be deaf, if he isn't already from the lady's mocking. if only i could read Eminem's latest manual, 'How To Kill A Mocking Bird'. then came then main course. bus 133, which we were boarding to get back to AMK, came into view. what a relief, i thought. but when the bus' doors open, the commuters pushed and forced their bodies into the bus. WHAT THE FUCK! it was normal soft pushes i got. it's those that you'll get in rock concerts and such! and there's this family who can't control their kids and they were screaming practically into my ears! WHAT"S THE PROBLEM WITH THESE PEOPLE!
i've already anticpated their subsequent actions-no apologies and treat the situation as if nothing had happened. laughing along with their family members and raising their voices as if the bus is theirs. FUCK OFF lah, i damn these kinda stinking attitudes.
the day's almost over. tomorrow will be a new one. let me rejoice the rebirth of Sunday as Saturday bows out of my sight.
It was funny to see Suntec City not being as packed as it will always be during weekends. I was expecting to be crushed like sardines in a tin but it didn't happen at all. in fact, i was indeed 'crushed' when i reached the Esplanade. It was so damn packed that I swear there were almost 1 million people down there. yes, you read me right, 1 MILLION Singaporeans. all the way from the open walkways, that stretches along the Esplanade, to the bridge in front of Fullerton and right to where the Merlion spits, there were bodies EVERYWHERE!
darn. i did come a tad too late. i wanna catch the fireworks! they're such beauty to the eyes! i only manage to catch glimpses of it and i was already speechless. the open rooftop of the Esplanade was so tempting; there was nobody there. if only i could have access to it, it would be perfect. darn it man, really. what's wrong with opening up the space there at night? the management of Esplanade is worried that terrorists would shoot a mortar across the Singapore River, is it? i bet Singaporeans would "whoa" their way with the rest of the fireworks display if they saw the mortar shell fly and explode in mid-air. Haha!
a few CISCO officers were patrolling the area just now. yeah, A FEW. i don't know if there were plain-clothes' ones but those who were in uniform, was just a handful. Worse still, most of them are in the Esplanade. Taking advantage of the air-conditioning, is it sir? and those who were outside, were mostly near the roads. doing what you say? directing the human traffic to move on to that they won't block the way of the others who want to exit the place.
WHAT??? you train them so hard, set them aside for special training and this is the service that they're doing? you think you're playing Warcraft? you train a hero, upgrade his abilities and put him just to guard your base, like a normal and easily replacable characters? hello people, they're from CISCO. they aren't branded for nothing.
it was a thoroughly bad day i should say. i dragged my lifeless body to the bus-stop feeling disappointed, down and out. i thought the worse was over but I was proved wrong. (Why? I didn't ask for it!!!) first, i was served the 'appetizer'. one lady practically mocked to her handphone for no obvious reason. I nearly wanted to call the IMH to take her away when i realized that she was actually talking to someone on the other side of the call.
i pity the listener. he must be deaf, if he isn't already from the lady's mocking. if only i could read Eminem's latest manual, 'How To Kill A Mocking Bird'. then came then main course. bus 133, which we were boarding to get back to AMK, came into view. what a relief, i thought. but when the bus' doors open, the commuters pushed and forced their bodies into the bus. WHAT THE FUCK! it was normal soft pushes i got. it's those that you'll get in rock concerts and such! and there's this family who can't control their kids and they were screaming practically into my ears! WHAT"S THE PROBLEM WITH THESE PEOPLE!
i've already anticpated their subsequent actions-no apologies and treat the situation as if nothing had happened. laughing along with their family members and raising their voices as if the bus is theirs. FUCK OFF lah, i damn these kinda stinking attitudes.
the day's almost over. tomorrow will be a new one. let me rejoice the rebirth of Sunday as Saturday bows out of my sight.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Elf: I don't know what will happen I didn't get to meet you three guys in my poly life... Sitze will be the one who will make my day when I'm down, Alvin will be the one who brings me down back to earth and Fitri is the guy in the middle - when he's crazy, he's crazy but when he's serious, he's serious.
Pretty big words for a small guy like him, huh! Haha!
Glad to feel wanted sometimes, it boosts your self-esteem even if it's only of a little difference. =) Personally, I feel blessed to be in the class that I'm in. There's this particular class of DMC which I really feel they suck to the core. I'm not that close to them or should i say not at all, but I'm not trying to be judgemental here. Just look at how they behave.. save for a few handful whom I think are trying their best not to be influenced by their peers.
Do they smoke? I don't know.. Do they behave rowdily? Well, sometimes they do... but who cares? I just don't feel welcomed at all when I see them. To add on to my disgust, there are a few proud and think-they're-the-best people in that particular class. I tried to say 'Hi' or smile at them but their noses are all I see when we walk past each other. Shucks...
It's tough to gulp down the fact down my throat that we have to be coursemates for the next 3 years. Is it possible not to know these people when we have only 100 people that are of the same course? "Impossible is nothing" perhaps?
Then come the 'Pretty Girls' in my class. Why the hell do these branding come into place, I sometimes do wonder. But Eliene was rather cute today, as she is everyday. First, she went to ask if Malay guys can go for Chinese girls. (Why the pork and lard issue again!?!?) Then came to ask me if I have any cute Malay guy peeps. (I don't know how to judge guys, so sorry...) I recommended her 'Wong Si Tze'! he's the most handsome and cutest Thai-Singaporean that you can find here, in SP! Trust me!
He's the guy in grey shirt!
Yijin's so cute and adorable!!! I wanna be her no. XXXXXXX (where XXXXXXX is your admission no. HAHAHA!) boyfriend!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
My dear sis,
Was it really because of me?
That you fall sick, unknowingly
It was something that
I had least expected it to be?
My dear sis,
I beg you for forgiveness,
If I was the reason
For the unfortunate state that you're in now.
My dear sis,
It was all too much
Of a coincedence to me.
I really can't accept the fact
That all these are happening to you.
My dear sis,
Why must it be you?
Mum says you had it since you're born.
But really,
How I wished you didn't
Have it at all.
My dear sis,
How much longer must I bear?
The pain in me is so much more
Than what it really seems.
But I suppose,
The you're worse of than me.
My dear sis,
Can I take over your place?
So that you can be fit, strong and healthy?
So that you can be in the company of your friends?
So that you
Will not suffer the pain that's eating you now?
It has been nearly a week now since my sister step into her school compounds. How ironic can it be? Mum called on the second day of my chalet last week to say that Sis misses me a lot. On the day I returned home, Sis's already developing symptoms of her disease. I didn't know it would get worse.
I thought it was just a mild flu. It was quite normal when she starts to get a cold. But soon, Sis was literally bed-ridden for a few days. Her body was so weak that she would only get up to eat her medicine and use the loo. I was so helpless. All I could do was to watch over her.
Everytime I get back from school, I can only find her sleeping soundly. I wouldn't be long before I had to go back and sleep alone at home as I had school the very next day. (Sis is sleeping over at my aunt's house as Mum had to work and there's no one to take care of her at home.) I would really cherish the times when I can find her awake, what more when she's up on her feet. But sadly, these times don't come in often.
There's this particualr day, whereby she asked me to sleepover at my aunt's place. With a weak voice she kept on asking me nicely despite my initial rejections. I graudually agreed to it. I realized I was too self-centred. A brother's company while she sleep is all what Sis is asking for. Yet, I didn't forsee that ion her pleas. How insensitive can I be?
This was just a small sacrifice that I had to make. Sis had to catch up with her work and cope with the temporary loss of her friends. She was even concerned about her swimming class, which she couldn't attend for 2 straight weeks. And next week is the commencement of her swimming tests. How cruel can life be for her?
I don't care if she can't get the certificate to mark teh completion of her swimming classes. All I want is for her to recover. I miss her. Tears of sorrow is all I can shed for her. Medicine is Sis's only hope for recovery. And only time will tell when she'll be healthy once more.
Mum had taken many days of leave. Much money had been spent on Sis's medical fees. Yet, she's getting not getting any better. What wrong has she done to suffer all these?
Emptiness 'filled' my life. For now, I won't be the Fitri that I was, at least in my own eyes. I'll still be 'ME' in the eyes of the many.
Doc said that Sis may need to be referred to KK hospital. She had just taken her X-ray today. It could be a case of pneumonia.
Was it really because of me?
That you fall sick, unknowingly
It was something that
I had least expected it to be?
My dear sis,
I beg you for forgiveness,
If I was the reason
For the unfortunate state that you're in now.
My dear sis,
It was all too much
Of a coincedence to me.
I really can't accept the fact
That all these are happening to you.
My dear sis,
Why must it be you?
Mum says you had it since you're born.
But really,
How I wished you didn't
Have it at all.
My dear sis,
How much longer must I bear?
The pain in me is so much more
Than what it really seems.
But I suppose,
The you're worse of than me.
My dear sis,
Can I take over your place?
So that you can be fit, strong and healthy?
So that you can be in the company of your friends?
So that you
Will not suffer the pain that's eating you now?
It has been nearly a week now since my sister step into her school compounds. How ironic can it be? Mum called on the second day of my chalet last week to say that Sis misses me a lot. On the day I returned home, Sis's already developing symptoms of her disease. I didn't know it would get worse.
I thought it was just a mild flu. It was quite normal when she starts to get a cold. But soon, Sis was literally bed-ridden for a few days. Her body was so weak that she would only get up to eat her medicine and use the loo. I was so helpless. All I could do was to watch over her.
Everytime I get back from school, I can only find her sleeping soundly. I wouldn't be long before I had to go back and sleep alone at home as I had school the very next day. (Sis is sleeping over at my aunt's house as Mum had to work and there's no one to take care of her at home.) I would really cherish the times when I can find her awake, what more when she's up on her feet. But sadly, these times don't come in often.
There's this particualr day, whereby she asked me to sleepover at my aunt's place. With a weak voice she kept on asking me nicely despite my initial rejections. I graudually agreed to it. I realized I was too self-centred. A brother's company while she sleep is all what Sis is asking for. Yet, I didn't forsee that ion her pleas. How insensitive can I be?
This was just a small sacrifice that I had to make. Sis had to catch up with her work and cope with the temporary loss of her friends. She was even concerned about her swimming class, which she couldn't attend for 2 straight weeks. And next week is the commencement of her swimming tests. How cruel can life be for her?
I don't care if she can't get the certificate to mark teh completion of her swimming classes. All I want is for her to recover. I miss her. Tears of sorrow is all I can shed for her. Medicine is Sis's only hope for recovery. And only time will tell when she'll be healthy once more.
Mum had taken many days of leave. Much money had been spent on Sis's medical fees. Yet, she's getting not getting any better. What wrong has she done to suffer all these?
Emptiness 'filled' my life. For now, I won't be the Fitri that I was, at least in my own eyes. I'll still be 'ME' in the eyes of the many.
Doc said that Sis may need to be referred to KK hospital. She had just taken her X-ray today. It could be a case of pneumonia.
Monday, August 01, 2005
I've a message to be conveyed to all smokers out there...
It's the cigarette that does the smoking
You are just the sucker
Bear this message in mind...
It's the cigarette that does the smoking
You are just the sucker
Bear this message in mind...