Memories snapped up

Putting genius into nothing less than a blogpost

2011-05-14T13:56:00.001+08:00

It is a amazing how one man can ignite in you feelings of such different spectrums.

Oscar Wilde is a man I love to love and yet a man I love to hate.

I love him for his talent, genius and wit—displaced or not. If one would ever describe the highest literary work as having gold on every page, this is man that could boast of bearing gold out of his mouth! He is so extremely quotable and noteworthy (imagine this:

Lord Douglas senior: You are in the gutter and you are dragging my son along as well!

Wilde: [without missing a beat]We are all in the gutter sir, but some of us are looking up at the stars.) that it would be a lifelong entertainment to converse with him for a lifetime.

And how quoteworthy yet how detestable is this: I put my genius into my life, only my talent into my writing. Indeed what a genius is this man as to live a tragedy out of his very life. Perhaps it is most un-genius of him to put his genius into his life. A play bears editing and revision, but one’s life could not. Our lives are not just merely plays or dramas or (horrors of horrors) manifestations of mere wit. Our lives are testament to our existence and it is our lives that we take away even if it is our works that we leave behind. Selfish it may seem, but I would want to take away something beautiful—not just for a singular moment—but for a lifetime. I want to lead a life worthy of living and worthy of God (religious contentions are to be minimised considering that no one could charge Wilde on this very basis). And so for the timebeing, I would only put my genius (should I ever have one) into a blogpost.

On a scale of one to ten, I love Wilde at eleven.

And I hate Wilde at eleven too.

Perhaps it is a relief that they are not at five and a half each.

With such convoluted(‘s the word) mindsets should I proceed to write my Literarture essay assignment on his life.

genuine speech on air

2011-05-10T20:16:00.003+08:00

It's a wonder how looking at your friends' blog could possibly make you decide to re-enliven yours too. This blog of mine has been too dead for far too long and I had might as well relive with it--the perfect option to prove that I am not the laziest bum on earth. And since I have never gotten rid of the problem of not knowing what to type on this blog, I have decided to write something definitely not from me.

人死了，灵会飞到哪儿？

不管你的灵飞到哪里，我都会去找你。

我常想，若那日你没把那枚银子送给我，我们的命运今天会是什么样子。因为自从你把那银子送给我，我就不知不觉地被你吸引。我曾问过自己，像你外表这么冷冷冰冰的男人，我到底看上了你什么呀。但我知道冷冷冰冰只是你的外表，其实你内心是多么渴望有人能够好好爱你。

我不是一个贪心的人。在汉口的时候，我从不去抢不去偷不属于我的东西。但只要是为了你，哪怕只有一次要我再偷再抢，我都愿意。跟你比起来我是这么的渺小，但只要你愿意，我会竭尽我的一切完全给你。

－《无间有爱》

Certainly this does not amount to the best crafted speech on air, but it is so genuine, so heartwarming and so TERRIBLY SINCERE that it never fails to make me tear. Love the show for its really genuine speech

this is certainly not the original wording and this just further persuades me to re-watch the show again to get the wording 100%. but for now it is along this line.

What is home?

2010-09-01T11:26:00.002+08:00

My blog has been in an extremely queer period of time. I have no idea what to do with it and the theme of going back home just kind of struck up... And before I even wonder about going back home, what is going home to me? Physically, I am at home...dont get me wrong. I am not a lost lonely young girl going around looking for something. But I am looking for a setting--a setting where I could be comfortable in. A setting where i would love to be in. The truth is I am trying to find out what a home is, and what encompasses on the journey back home. I am incapable of writing something philosophical-sounding, nor am I interested to awe myself even with concepts that I trly do not understand. I just want to find a way back where i can define what home is. That way, I can live there and never go.

People are fascinated with leaving home, some with changing homes. Home is perhaps a place to return to--a place where you will never go too far away from--where you will always have to return--where your heart and mind will always have to return. That is my first definition--to return home, to walk the way back home.

Regrets-remind me what is that again?

2010-08-19T15:08:00.004+08:00

Disappointment, regrets and nothing less than an Advanced Lit. paper. Yet what exactly coils the term regret? For what I felt today may not entirely have been regret. After all i could not possibly have known that Free Indirect Discourse could not be used in my stand of Emma not always being Emma.

What is regret anyway? The knowledge of doing something wrong in the beginning all towards the end. The consciousness of your mistakes even at the start. The wish to never have taken the first step even when your feet just touched the ground. Of utmost importance here is the mentality in the beginning. Do you know it?

I never knew. Never until today when the mistake has been done. The stake is high--does that compromise it to a regret? Perhaps I had regretted that I had not read about this earlier. And I would regret not learning about everything in the world by now.

satisfied

2010-06-17T10:22:00.002+08:00

Does this mean that I am less satisfied these days? I used to be amazed at they sky for simply hours...just staring and forgetting everything that ever happens to me. Now, I bring burdens into my sky-gazing. I no longer feel as carefree now. A plain blue canvas would always interest me. The emptiness is great like as though I could reach up to it anytime. Imagination runs wild before an empty block of space. I wonder many times, how many people are looking up at the sky at the same time as me? 但愿人长久，千里共婵娟。-苏轼（水调歌头）
But now, instead of inspiring me to soar up high, the emptiness makes me bored. Does this mean that I no longer find satisfaction in my life? Am I quiet of comeliness and emptiness? Or am I so burdened that emptiness can no longer fill my life? I only wish to go back in time--to emptiness

I am blessed!!!

2010-06-16T11:36:00.002+08:00

It may seem fortunate to some or 'just lucky' to others but to us, it is an answer to every prayer of ours. God certainly watched over us greatly these 5 days.
1) The Weather
Who would have thought that God would clear the sky and rain for us on the first 4 days and have it rain on the 5th day when we had nothing planned. God blessed us the most on the 3rd and 4th day when we got to see the long sought after Mount Fuji. OUr tour guide had told us that there were those who came to Japan 4 times to see the most frequently captured mountain but to no avail. And to imagine coming to JApan once and to see it straight after. And we did not see it ONCE but TWICE. We caught an evening portrayal of Mount Fuji on the evening of the 3rd day. In the morning of the 4th day, we did not get to see Mount Fuji among the heavy morning mist at the lake Asahi where the best view should be. We were not undisappointed but prayer certainly works. Those who have faith in the Lord will gain their rewards. We went to the Peace Park later in the afternoon. It was supposedly a temple that our family was not that keen to visit. Besides that venue was famous for cherry blossoms that had long withered and there was indeed nothing worth noting there, we initially thought. It was at Peace Park that we saw Mount Fuji. First covered by clouds and as the clouds moved away, the whole of Mount Fuji was seen. 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'; it seemed distinctly clear by eye but upon on the camera screen, only a plate of white could be captured. Most infuriating certainly but we later gave up trying to take a photo of it and learn to satisfy with a memory so distinct yet consciously temporary. But what I was certain was the eternity of the one similarity in all of God's creation--beauty reflected by the greatness of the Lord.

Memories from Japan I

2010-06-15T14:21:00.004+08:00

I am back from Japan!!! And similarly, I got all the memories snapped up. How I wish it would be in Polaroid pictures though. Anyway, I have decided to, instead of running through the events that happened day after day like how my sister would be blogging about though I think it would be easier just to scan the travel catalogue in, blog about the differences in Japan and Singapore. Many times, after travelling to so many countries, the excitement dies away. Its like we are just going again to another country. The preparation mounts up to adrenaline but when you are finally there, its like just normal. Sometimes, after I am back from other countries, I wonder about the difference.
So I believe that the one thing that makes you remember about a particular place to fly to is the difference it has. ANd I do know that physically it is totally different from Singapore. THe buildings are different, I took a plane, the people are different. Yeah...I know but what should be noted, I believe, or at least closest to worth noting is the cultural difference--the difference in the atmosphere, the people's mindests and beliefs, the patterns in structures. it makes you feel like you are in an entirely different place. So here it is:
1) Densely populated!!!
If you think that Singapore is densely populated, think again. This place is ultimately crazy with more than 3 million people switching stations at Shinjuku station and with zebra crossings that go in all directions like your cross junction for cars. And when that happens, you just go crazy with the hundreds of people swarming pass to you. Still its amazing how there are never theives stealing from your bags. I happened to be extremely weary with my bag when I was in the middle of heads everywhere but surprisingly, nothing happened. Thank GOd the place is pretty safe.
And there is always Disneyland where you can expect to go at none of the rides considering the huge crowd there everytime!!!!!
2) Infinitely loyal
This group of people visit their country's tourist attractions more than any other country's. This is the explanaiton behind the 25 year survival of their Disneyland. You will see more Japanese than tourists at Disneyland. There are those who buy tickets just to watch the Disney parade or go for a single ride!
And everywhere I go, even Mount Fuji, they are all filled with Japanese--locals itself.

The All-Rounder

2010-06-09T13:39:00.003+08:00

I am not smart;I am just organized...I am not talented, God's grace bestowed on me...I am not popular; I actually take pride in being a hermit...I am not a genius;I am far from perfection.
Still how I wish that sometimes I was perfect. That if I was perfect, will I be happy? How would people look at me? The all-too-perfect one. And everytime I thought of that, I will tell myself, that its true. It is actually not easy to be an all-rounder. How many of them have their imperfecitons that they can't face up? How many of them have them have out in dilligence that no one could comprehend?
Still, despite their hardships and struggles to face imperfections, I want to be them. I want to be someone who was good at everything. It may sound crazy, i know but I am just tired of being a regular person sometimes. And it is now that I realized that being a regular person too can be tiring. THey always say its the brilliant people that wear themselves someday. Its the person who face sky-high achievements that bore themselves with the sky...but I like the sky. Still I dare not take the chance because who knows, someday if I ended up right at the sky too, I may just get bored as well.

Books

2010-06-08T11:02:00.004+08:00

I just made a visit to the library that day. And here are just some photos of books that I saw...I first read the one on Jane Austen's town and country style...That was just one photo that I saw. For Lit, we were supposed to write an esasay on Jane Austen. I did on individualism though I would not credit myself for this good topic. I merely typed Emma and took the first word Google would associate an essay with it. Still, the more I read her books,the more I adore her life and society she was living in. I must admit that I am conscious of the fictitious beauty, oblivious to the hurt and nagativity of those days,embroidered in the picture of Jane Austen's society by her books. Yet, I believe that this is what fiction is for and what fiction portrays needs not be indispensable for reality. besides, we should not iew negativity in fear. Our eyes are opened to the heart-thudding pain of society to hear our heart throbs of the desperacy for prayer. Every one hurt is every one need to pray. This is why I believe I love fiction. And Jane Austen at the same time. It gives me the need to just enjoy her society--a place where time is never in inadequacy and but adequate to enjoy luxury. Thus, I consider a beautiful thing.

This is the second book I read. Knitting under the influence. It kind of fits my intellectual appetite. It is certainly a chick lit book and the genres of both books are certainly similar. Yet when there's beauty, the keen eye of the beholder must be ready. Reading Pride and Prejudice after Mansfield park after Persuasion (my ultimate favorite) after Jane Austen's Town and country style is certainly tiring. Imagination runs to picture the lifestyle then. Here in knitting under the influence, read the words for itself just to look up and view an environment all so familiar. But there's a difference in living in SIngapore and LA.For one, how many knitting circles are there in Singapore? And I love knitting!!! I have been wanting to try it for years!!! Someday, I will try starting one. Then, there's the 'haufig' spew of vulgarities. But what is most different is the carefree bitchy woven work and friend lifestyle. The in and out love periods, the never-ending bagels, and certainly looooong ball of yarn.

POLAROID II

2010-06-07T20:31:00.001+08:00

Anyway, I forgot to upload this when i was typing just now. And its just amazing the way people get together just to save a camera...the 'save polaroid' project...its incredible!!!

POLAROID

2010-06-07T20:00:00.000+08:00

I love the polaroid!!! I have no idea why...but the white sides are super pretty...they remind me of slides out of a museum...I have been dying to get a Polaroid...but its still a faraway dream from me. Yet sometimes, I would rather see things at a distance rather than get my hands on it. Sometimes, its the things that you view faraway that makes us treasure and work towards it. But the minute we get it, we totally chunk it to the side...
I realize that whenever someone makes a comment (a preferably controversial one), the word heading it is 'sometimes'. It either sounds really sophisticated and fits the context of the controversy or it is a controversy and as a result, sometimes prevents ant offending stereotypes. If anyone out there needs an example upon reading this, go search on Facebook...how many groups or quotes that deserve a like 1000 'likes' start with sometimes anyway?
So back to the polaroid issue. If it was not for the size of the gadget itself, I would not mind. I mean its huge...and certainly bulky. Impractical for use, indispensable for beauty. Especially when it is in black and white. It looks perfect.

Dead!!!!

2010-06-03T09:49:00.001+08:00

My blog is dead...now that I think about it, i have no idea what to post...so why create a blog in the first place?? Hehe I dont know. Still, its a good way to just record everything I once said...And i was looking through what I wrote...even the wishes I had for myself were reflective of who I am and what I was. I saw myself as someone extremely burned up for God I guess...but now, the passion is like gone. Still one love rocks adn still it would be great for everyone to know God...but it is not easy. And so many things have happened since then. I realized that though I may not have written in my diary for a really long time, a small part of me is left in every single notebook or recording device I have. I may just randomly type a note in my Palm...reandomly type a little musing in my blog or penned down a self-regualted full page of tiny minnie words that my parents insist on enlarging. All of these are just parts of myself that I haver somehow I have left behind. ANd the short stories that I used to write. They are not many but they keep a part of my history. So that is a nice feeling after all...that the young me was never lost. And as I once wrote in my diary, I used to really love the young me. The young me was cheerful, simple, influential certainly and humble as I then, never realized my talents. Now as I grow, complications start. I learn to look down on people and then learn to look up to them. Its a mess I know. So I am diligently leaving a bit of my history in words in everything I am in just so that one day in the future, when I look back, I may start to like the now me more.

Could man be ever perfect?

2010-02-01T20:04:00.000+08:00

Hey fellow CHristians, a question to ask, straight into the core of your religion. Could man ever be perfect? I mean I know we are created in the image of God and everything started in Garden of Eden. And we always thought, if it wasn't for Adam and Eve, we would not be living in sin... So if Adam and Eve did not bring sin into this world, we would not be having evil in our nature.
So why did Adam and Eve sin then? before they 'sinned', they were supposedly perfect. The world was perfect. We were in the IMAGE of god, so we are supposedly to be perfect... So in that case, why did Adam and Eve sin? If they were supposed to be perfect?
It makes me wonder if the world will still sin even without the both of them bringing sin into this world. GOd gave us a free will and we chose sin. But the choice itself is already sinning, its already imperfection. SO the question here is if man could ever be perfect? And then in heaven? Will we still not sin as well if we are already sinful? After all, a creation can never be as good as a creator. We can never be as good as god. And on the moral scale, that means sin will always be there, the devil just made it worse....

What is a cell?

2009-12-07T11:39:00.000+08:00

What does it mean to everyone about a cell? I mean if cells are malfunctioning, as Christians i think we are doing a worst job. Because cells are the core of love. They are where love are most concentrated; it's not just love but friendships. And cells are one of the first things that draw unsaved souls into the church. I have met friends that are totally uninterested in the love of God and totally cast their attentions elsewhere when we begin to rapture into the long story of Jesus Christ. But, when it comes to cell, they are amazed, interested, dumbfounded at how a group of say girls or boys or both come together and stand by each other. It feels like an extended family. It feels like a blanket to fall on when you are down. It feels like ten shoulders to cry on. It feels like the party you celebrate with. Apart from God and your family, its everything. That's what a cell is and why as Christians, we should do our best to get the cell going.

But TOTAL MISCONCEPTION.
If your cell is breaking apart, stop trying to keep the cell going coz its not going to work. People feel it when the cell is breaking. People feel the stop of love flowing. People feel the break of the river of the love. So if the cell is breaking or torn apart by anything conflicts, rip it. And when i mention conflicts, i mean conflicts internally and externally. No point in putting on a brave front and act like a saint and continue to hold up the cell. No point at all. At the end pof the day it's nothing.

MISCONCEPTION #2
If you think girls are the most mature and the most possible to salvage a cell, think twice. Look around the churches. The cells breaking apart are the girls' cell. Especially in my perception. BEcasue girls enjoy talking. Girls enjoy pouring out their secrets and their problems. Girls need ears. And once girls talk, they talk non-stop becasue everything is linked. But ironically, it is this talking and chatting and as we called it, divine sharing that makes 2 girls grow closer together. The closest friends are those who know each other's secrets and talk about it. Yet it is this divine sharing that tears people apart. It is when the divine sharing takes a ugly turn to gossip and bitching. It when the divine sharing turns to rumors going around. Attitudes to one another starts and it happens so quickly and so complex that misperceptions come in and we don't know how to start. ANd the issue is so simple-- it's the divine sharing.
SO what do we do? We are afraid to share for fear of the birth of gossip and rumors. And no one wants to take a RISK.

Here;s the full stop to all arguments. God. ANything, just ask God. And that's why I thank God for God. Coz with God everything has an answer. WIth GOd, everything has a full stop.

My theory is: Share only when there's God in it. God in it does not restrict the conversation to spritual growth. God in it means, when we share we pray about it together. We put the faith in God that he will help us stop the evil deceitful tongues. With faith, all suspicions and doubt are cleared. No one will suspect anyone of anything. And with God's protection and precious blood, no tongue can sow evil roots.
We have had cells for so long and had cells for such a long time that we forget the root and the base, God. A god-centred cell or conversation is not just one that starts and ends with a prayer. It's a call where God is in the cell as well. Make God a member of the cell. Feel God's presence.
Be it any conversation not just in cell, God must be there. So as I said, share only when God is in it. Otherwise keep quiet about it.

FOr those poor souls out there that do not know what a cell is, a cell is a group of sisters and brothers in Christ that get together to share God's word and share their troubles and then we pray. The fellowship and love in a cell is astounding and you will be able to feel it. Just imagine joining a club where people love you and care about you. And the membership is complimentary.

Man's pursuit of knowledge

2009-09-30T20:44:00.000+08:00

Have you ever considered?
If man's pursue of knowledge is worth it.
With knowledge brings grief and sorrow
Shelley's Victor Frankenstein exchanged his love for knowledge
For the sacrifice of his loved ones. Promethus
Showed us the sacrifices of reaching for the unreachable and defying the gods.

But ever wonder if man perhaps in the course of knowledge, understands himself more
Man while trying to reach the unreachable invents for mankind
One receives only to give again.
To be invested by society is an opportunity for man to go furthur launch deeper
Into the scores of knowledge.

But then again with knowledge brings eternal dissatisfaction.
With that little bit of knowledge, man yearns to sqllow everything there ever was in the world.
The enthusiasm is to be encouraged and fearless
Yet the excitement greater, the disappointment magnified.

Frequently, I felt that that was what I ever wanted to do. To swallow all possible knowledge in the world. To know of everything there ever was and the world encompasses of. To understand everything regardless of depth and width. But it was impossible and man must realise that. In today's society, man must realise that knowledge is no longer just knowing, it includes the field of understanding, of applications becasue a single click of a button brings you to an entire world of knowledge. Life is that convenient these days,

And so I realise
The greatest knowledge that ever lived
Is the knowledge that borned in you
The knowledge that you sought out
On your own

That needs revelation
To be achieved, the perfect method:
Shut oneself in a room
Buried for days to create the spark of newness

Is that the world's greatest trading?
Knowledge for love?
fame for friendship?
Becasue the greatest revelation and knowledge
Lies in the art of love and friendship
'Coz intelligence without affection is not worth a damn'-Charlie Gordon, FLowers for Algernon

Bottled up

2009-07-31T16:03:00.000+08:00

I recently read this book 'Sex, lies and handwritings' where the author is a handwriter reader and can tell of one's character. Similarly, I believe that you can tell a person's current mood from the way he types on the keyboard and the sounds that come out of it. Self-check: Are your fingers lightly skimming the keyboard without any stress and any sound? Or are you practically chopping the keyboard with every word you type?
Right now, I would classify myself typing with a form of heaviness-- not the anger type of heaviness but the fatigue type of heaviness. Ever feel like this before? I call it the 'bottling period'. And even now I feel it too. Its when you are depressed, hetting up all the emotions and stress inside you. You have no motivation within you. Every book that you opened is slammed shut in a matter fo seconds. You jsut feel like sleeping and yet when you are sleeping you feel like dying--like life is futile. You feel suffocated, heavy in the middle and wanting to puke. Its like as though you have been kept in a room without ventialtion for an hour.
If that's the case, then the most commonsensical solution is to give yourself some ventilation. Go for the air--the air of life. Go enjoy yourself and let the breath of ice-cream amusement parks enter into your breathless vacumn. Usually, when I feel like this, I will go take some ice-cream. Everyone has a different rememdy. Some may, like me, help after eating ice-cream and chatting with friends while others may puke immediately after eating it... It works 2 ways. But that's because every is unique.
Like a typical teen, I have never believed in naggings and those A star counsels where you ahve heard for hours with people trying to tell you 'Release the stress. It will only make you feel worse...' Never. But rather, I go try it out for yourself. If others tell you to pinch stres ball, go try it. Go immerse yourself in the enjoyments of life. And sometimes, you can try out the enjoyments that all along you have hated. Sometimes it helps. Go find your unique remedy today.

Futility

2009-07-31T15:54:00.000+08:00

Today, in Literature class, I read this poem. Please enjoy:

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen is a war poet. From his poetry (which is really deep, I would be impressed if you can understand it at one sight), I would like to express my views, not analyse it though (as analysis can be found on the net anytime anywhere but my impressions and how it has affected me is unique). His point here is that life is futile. The waking up is futile. The next morning is futile .Because there are hundreds out there. And then of course, death is futile. I guess all of us will feel that life is futile at one point of our lives. And of course, all of us are facing wars be it physical or mental. The point here is, not every death is futile. Comparing the death to our failures in modern life, physically in a war, death is never futile. This is because the death of a person is better than the death of millions. Whenever a soldier goes out to fight, he should be aware that he is defending the lives of millions of civillians. And it is always good to sacrifice an army rather than a country. And with death, there is resurrection. In whatever religion you believe in, they would tell you the hopefuls of death. Death comes with resurrection, reincarnation etc but they all mean the same-- you are going to live again. Similarly, never just stop that but once again climb up and resurrect. Live your life with hope.
All of us would feel that life is pointless and frequently looking at my grades would pull me down too. But in life, I am glad that I am out of all of these torment and that I have resurrected. A ressurection is a miracle. Always continue to live with anticipation for the miracles of the next day.

For a change

2009-07-30T21:33:00.000+08:00

Hello these days have not been typing on my blog for a really long time... For this, I owe a huge thanks to my wonderful teachers for piling on my homework... but seriously it is really great to type something finally so that I can share my philosophical thoughts with the world but today not really.
I just re-read Little Women by Louisa May Alcott and let me take on a bimbo tone but I LUVVVVVV LEETLE WOMAN. Ok so it's really a great book and all and just tweaking a commentary from To Kill A Mockingbird I must comment that someone special with a honest heart has written something special, something straight and dincere from the heart. And as much as I love fan-fics, I can't bear to read those tweaking Little Woman or pick up the pen to write one. Every single detail of this book is just amazing and flawless. They used to say that it was only a book for teenage girls but I highly disagree. Because the lessons learnt there are valuable too. I personally like Jo the most and I think the lesson she learnt in writing not sensational stories but rather sincere words from the heart is a great lesson that I believe most of us should be learning as well. Not for the money nor for the fame but solely for the love to spread a little more love and warmth in all of the old corners of the Earth. And this book teaches us great beauty and what it is. But most importantly, the crafting of the characters, the relationship between mother and child-- these are the things that I admire Louisa May Alcott for. Top Kudos to her...

My muse is gone...

2009-07-02T18:02:00.000+08:00

I really don't know what to type today...
It has been quite tiring but it will be even more tiring tomorrow.
That's just life. We had students from overseas in an immersion programme and I started wondering when I could go...
One of the places I would really love to go is Germany. For one, I learn German:
Guten tag! Ich bin Mary und ich liebe Buchs...Haha, *applause*
Yesterday, we were just looking at German pictures of houses and it looks really beautiful. Unique I would say. And I love it. It would be interesting to just sit in a train blasting through such nice scenes. Isn't it amazing, for once looking at beautiful houses instead of beautiful trees and nature? There's this Chinese saying that the people standing at the side can see better... Who knows? That's why in conflicts, it's good to have a third party...But it's really weird cause I would not want to stay in them. Sometimes, when you are in it, you can't get the whole picture, the whole beauty of The place.Why not jot them down with your camera and keep them to admire forever? That is my opinion though...
There's the altbau, the first picture. That house is huge and it's a little like a flat. The best part about it is, you have an inner court. But they say it's really cold at the bottom levels and hot at the top levels. Time to make some sacrifices huh? Then there is the fachwerkhaus which has the weirdest designs. If you want to see some like this you can go to Kota Tinggi in Malaysia. There's this place called French Village that has hotels like this. They serve Western food and it is really like as though living in some old dorf (village). There's this house that is on a bridge! Can you imagine how cool is that???
In China the farmers there have really weird houses. I saw it on documentary before and it is really amazing! They stay in a cave! There are three types-- mud cave, brick cave and stone cave. The environment is full of mountains and so they dig about 30 metres into the mountain to form a cave for people to live in! The mud is just digging and staying in it, the stone is lined with stone and the brick one is line with bricks and thereby concrete which forms the walls. Sometimes, in life, who knows? Simple living is amazing too!
Acknowledgements for the pics:
www.sub.uni-hamburg.de
http://www.baulinks.de/webplugin/2007/i/1527-fachwerkhaus.jpg
Thanks to these websites!!!! I have acknowledged. They looked really pretty!

Take a sip of Milo

2009-06-28T19:18:00.001+08:00

Just last week, I went to a nearby coffee shop and had a new experience. That was the first time I took pure Milo without any of my mum's soya additions. That tasted good, sweet and everything. But try this: take a sip of the Milo and wait for a few minutes without taking anything. You will realise that the sweetness is gone replaced by sour. But do the same to plain water and the taste lingering in your mouth is nothing even for a few hours. The conclusion out of this 'experiment' is the sweeter something is, the more sour the afterthoughts may be; on the other hand, the blander it is, the blander the afterthoughts are which beats tasting something extremely sour.

Relating this to our lives, I am not trying to fill your head with pessimistic thoughts. Do not interprete this as trying to forbid you from enjoying the sweetest things in life. But sometimes, note the sweetest things that is happening in life for they end up with dire consequences. One good example would be relationships. Not just romantically (that is for you to relate) but in life when we meet with people. Some words, some prospectives may seem promising, bright and gorgeous. But they have sour consequences. Do not end up having your sweet nothings turn int onothings.
Go try a sip of Milo today.

cameras catch my physical memories but written works catch our mental memories 2 the negative

2009-06-25T10:13:00.000+08:00

I guess I must be much more calmer by now... at least I do not start screaming all my thoughts in Caps. I was practically ranting just now on the other blog. But thinking of that, it's not that bad. We need to submit to authority after all. And that definitely trains your patience... but it's great disappointment definitely. But it's amazing how writing get your mind of things. I know of people who writes or at least stabs styrofoam boards angry stuff like 'pissed' or 'I hate you' over and over again util theyt are better. Some people even used colored pens to go over the words. But as for me, I kind of either put myself in others' shoes to write or vent my frustrations on thee keyboard--things like that. It may seem childish but you nevetr know the thingds that you write from your true emotions are the best... They may be even better than the ones you normally write just the content is immature. The disadvantge is when I am pisssed the wpords flow out quickly and before I know it, I have numerous typo errors... well as I say cameras catch my physical memories but written works catch our mental memories...

Cameras are photos of your physical being; written works are the photos of your mental being.

2009-06-17T10:30:00.000+08:00

It's amazing how you look at your previous blogs and feel like just crawling away. I mean you feel like screaming how could I possibly writethat? Even when I review the works that I done, I am so ashamed of the limited vocabulary, the un-expressive language and the thought process that was behind that work. It seem so eight-year-old. But here's a word of comfort-- don't underestimate your thinkings. You may have matured a lot over these years but not true. It's just that you tame things in a different perspctive and view your blog different. The things that we see everyday around us have a lot of influence! Say perhaps, you thought of your blog initially as a route to escape. you would start spojting nonsense about how great you are. Then you could have seen others blog about theri livese and you view this Internet webpage as a diary. And then you see someone gabbing philosophy on his or her blog and you started gabbing your philosophies as well. What ever the case, it's always good to keep memories. Cameras are photos of your physical being; written works are the photos of your mental being. that's what make writing so cool. !!!!!

Hype on the holiday blues.

2009-06-17T10:16:00.000+08:00

Stuggling to finish my work now especially the June holidays only left 2 weeks. it seems so amazing ow the human brain works. Its like everytime the June Holidays are starting, you began to miss your friends as you won't be seeing them for a long time. But when school reopens, you feel like you miss your carefree lifestyle without the endess chatter of teachers, endless piles of homework, endless aches and sores of your schoolbag and the endless strong eager feeling when you look at your bed and wishing to sleep but your homework alarm ringing non-stop. So we are hyping up the vacation blues!
I just came back from Kuala Lumpur and I realise that the only way for all students would be to leave the country. All of us, in our own way, try to escape from reality especially when things are taking a sharp bad turn or when you are just trying to forget trivial things like homework. I was talking to my teacher that day and we were just comparing our schooldays and 'school society' in the different generations. Hers was a more relaxing one and she was just stupefied to find out that all of us are so stressed. In the past, holidays was a way of escaping the realities of school life but in today's terms, vacation is the way of escaping school life. That's because the long hand of homework (adapted from the long hand of justice) can still reach us in Singapore. It's only when we are overseas, where we can finally get away from everything. So since vacation is the only time to be free, go overseas for a day or two and get free!! Try to ignore that looming pit of gloom in you when you think about the unfinished homework (that's how I felt) and get free!!!!!!

Failure!

2009-05-05T20:10:00.000+08:00

I fail IH today! I knew it! I would have failed it! Help! Anyway, what's going on with me I don't know. I supposed as self-comfort, I can reason that I was sick that day and I was. The day before. I had cough that I could not sleep coz it was irritating my throat non-stop. And in the day, when I sat for my paper, my hand wrote EXTREMELY SLOW and my brain was EXTREMELY SLOW too that I ended up not doing half of my paper.
PS: Things to look forward to though: Ice-cream treat (credit to Xin Hui's therapy)

Help!!!!

2009-04-30T16:39:00.001+08:00

These days I feel so away from my SIAs. Usually, I would have finished it two weeks ago but suddenly i feel like I am getting done. I just realised that my physics draft storyboard is due next Monday and I am still undone. This is so tiring...

Ok this is like half an hour later and now I am quite clear. I have finished all of the things to be done for SIA and God help but I am quite clear...

BLock Tests

2009-04-24T18:29:00.000+08:00

I have just survived IH (integrated humanities). Actually not really... I could not even finish my essay. (Sad) And I felt so depressed and so panicky in the last minute coz I do know that I am still farwawy from getting the paper done. And now I am so depressed. And just when one block test is over, we got back Chemistry... It was ok though. I did ok and quite sastified (especially the little sticker). And now there is Humanities--> A Lit. which is not easy to score and I hope I am not going to fail or i will just die for CA. But there are too many quotes. Help someone!!!

Ahhh!

2009-04-18T14:41:00.000+08:00

My handbook is lost again. AGAIN! I have no idea what got into me but these days, I find myself extremely clumsy which is no good. I lost my handbook once this year already and lost another one. This is frustrating. So now I am making do with the popular free daily planner. Its working really well just that the boxes are really small....
Now I am grumbling again....

PaNEL Discussions

2009-04-18T14:22:00.000+08:00

Everyone around the world is fighting for one another's right. And it is always back to the sciene vs ethnics therology.
Just like my friend coming to school not talking. She is fighting for Gay rights which links back to the questions of it is unethical to deprive gay of their rights because they are humans too. I totally have no comment to this but I must say I am enxtremely uncomfortable when meeting gays too. Though mist people are quite open about it, I find it just queer because it is so out of the norm. And as a Christian, we believe that God only commands man and woman... no such thing as man and man. But would gays one day walk around just like how married couples do aand no one would turn to stare? I don't know.
And basically we are having panel discussions in school and I have no idea why but this year's humanities curriculum is concentrating so much on current affairs. We are having a discussion of legalization of made-to-order babies and I must say that I totally disagree. For one, made-to-order babies are conceived by having a sperm and an egg from two donors who have totally never met. And then they group the sperm and eggs together and form a new baby of your wish. This really resembles adultery genetically. The poor child when born, must be wondering why he or she totally do not resemble her parents but someone else. Of course most people might not resemble their parents but that is on accident. I mean parents would not know how the child was like and if the child ends up with a deformity, then that is no one's fault. But made-to-order babies are done purposely. Their genes have been changed on purpose. If anything turns out wrong, that is the fault of the child which leads to my second point.
According to the website, the donors have to be around 25 of age and are perfectly healthy through medical screening. And just because of medical screening, doctors believe that they are putting good genes into the world. Like hello? What about the bag genes in terms of character? Can one find that out? Nope. So? What good genes are put in the world? Do people really believe that is everyone was a made-to-order baby there will be no diseases one day? Then does it mean that since no one in the past have SARS genes no one would get the disease one day?
Thirdly, this is really ethical but it seems like children are to be bought. Literally speaking, made-to-order babies are products that can be bought using money and worst still, they are tailor made. I mean isn't the giving birth of children a process of bringing new life into the world? It should be free of charge because according to Christianity, it is a gift of God. So why are we paying money to buy an embryos?
Fourthly, being a tailor-made child is NOT A GOOD THING. As a child, I can understand the fact of my fate is in my parents' hands. If my parents were dead, then I would be dead. And I would definitely not like the fact of my parents' controlling my life. I mean this is my life, why are you telling me what to do or what genes I should have? And by changing a baby's genes, you are controlling your child. So if that is the case, go buy yourself a robot then. It would have all the characteristics you wanted.

Indulgence

2009-04-17T21:43:00.000+08:00

Ok so be very jealous...
be very jelous...
coz I got a new com! A new laptop! And my dad dedicates it to me! Of course it is not exactly mine, I have a joint partnership with my sis but seriously it is still way cool!
iti is HP vista and the most attractive part of it is how fast Broadband loads! I mean I know that I stay in a cave but my previous com was so slow that it took forever to load whcih wastes plenty of time.
But what would i really like would be a personal laptop like those mini ones that my friend brings to school. Though they are really mini and kills my eyesight but still it is seriously cool. I mean not for showing off or anything but justnto know that such a wonderful invention entirely belongs to you. And you have your own password and account andonce you log onto to it, you are in an entire world. SO here's gpoes to my next wish... CHampagne anyone?

AHHHHHHH!!!!!

2009-04-16T21:52:00.000+08:00

Life is just so sad these days...
Everyone is getting ill... My church friend, a CHinese dancer sprained her ankle and is currently on crutches and I sure am looking forward to transporting her ic church. And then my aunt is sick but with an unsure diagnosis...
Now what to do...
As what my blog says, my God is a great god and there fore he will heal them.
Amen

Ooohhh

2009-02-24T20:00:00.000+08:00

Oscars yeaterday...I did not quite see the Oscars yesterday but it is definitely one of my favourites...and a hotspot for fashion gossip such as who got a F or an A...
Anyway, slumdog millionaire swept off 8 of its 10 nominations and I must say I have never thought of it as such a good movie. Firstly, it is a NC-16 movie so definitely way above my age though nowadays it is easier to sneak in...(just joking). And besides there was the controversy about its name, saying that Mumbai protestors felt that the slums were compared to dogs and was an insult. BUt the love story seems really sweet...The coolest part was the fact that it filmed it in Mumbai itself...just make it seem more the real...
And my friends and I were just discussing on Penelope Cruz...she is pretty dadada...She definitely gets an A for her gorgeous gown yesterday... And I read online about the gasp when the camera swept to Angelina Jolie during Jennifer Alliston's presentation. Seriously, the camera could have done that on purpose...but it was definitely hot news! I would not have missed it...

Bored... tiring

2009-02-24T19:45:00.000+08:00

Today was really tiring. I knew that because I could not sleep in the bus today. Usually I wake up really early and I had to get on the bus like 6+ andso usually i just sleep. BUt today I could not. I was doing the overbraining thing again. My friends always say that whenever I am stressed, I will not be able to sleep...I will just keep on thinking...more of waht we call 胡思乱想. That's because there is no much going on today such as OM presentation and CCA...
Then I slept in school and I was really frightened in case I repeated last year's mishaps where I almost overslept and miss assembly! Sigh...And now typing this, I feel really tired too! And it is only 8...besides, I still have third lang tmr... so I will be even tireder (no such word though)
That was the tired part...for the boring one...some speaker today came and talked to us about issues that I must say definitely bore us out...my friends were *giggle giggle* sleeping. That is because we hold it in the auditorium and that is the perfectly bedlike place in school with cushioned seats and air-con. Besides I have to agree that the topic does not really cooncern us eve though it was still nice of the speaker to talk to us. It will also help us to adapt to a foreign lecturer's accent... I also got a chance to copy like crazy (one of the ways to prevent me from dozing off) and I learn a lot about cellulose and many other topics. But it stilll does not link to career guidance...

OM

2009-02-21T19:04:00.000+08:00

Talk about om...
This is really a depressing tale... but I do hope that we win...I mean it's like no one is doing anything...
Today the attendance is 50% and my structure died that day (sorry can't show you the pic of the deranged wooden 'effifel tower' or people will copy... not really though)...I felt really depressed adfter the thing collapsed but seriously really relieved. I mean it's like I never expect it to hold a 100kg after we reduced the strength by half...And really I would like to help out in the play... I mean that is more of my thing...writing scripts, acting, producing, making props sets and costumes... thisd meddling with balsa wood is not really my cup of tea...
BUt you learn a lot... I eman it is only February and we still have two months before OM SIngapore adn I am already really accomplished... I have learn how to prevent burning myself with the glue...how to cut really straight wood, how to make a tight-fitting member (this is really fun...like a jigsaw puzzle...you cut and then you push it in--> it's amazing how you don't even need glue to stick it together) so I feel really satisfied after after 3 structures and I am looking forward to even greater structures...And hopefully we will like Ms. Teo says 'kick some major ass'
Go team!!!!!!!

Feeling much better

2009-02-19T19:22:00.002+08:00

Ok so food is really comfort. I am feeling much better after my dinner now. We had sea cucumber and chicken (without bones) for one course and then vegetables (the normal steamed kind,boring). We eat the average Chinese meal...
Anyway I remember that my dad used to talk about the sea cucumber that he ate when he was really young...his mum cooked it once a year just for New Year and it tasted so good that he could remember it until now. When he said this, I had always wanted to learn the recipe from Gran but she died before I was able to do so.
Anway er should not get nostalgic here...

Confused

2009-02-19T18:31:00.001+08:00

I lost my handbook two days ago and all hopes of retrieving it are bansihed as I went to my last resort-chweck the Lost and found counter in GO...It is really tiring without my handbook and I would definitely learn to trasure it after this expreeicne. This is because my handbook is practicall the most imporatant thing in school! I wrote all my quizwes and tests and sia and my homework. It is the reason for my responsibility, efficiency and now it is all gone. To be frank, I felt really lost on the first day...it is like as though I don't know what to do and I do not wish to study at all, just look for it...Whenever the teacher talked about homework I would feel really sad as mine is not on its usual spot on the aide of my table. Thank goodness my friend volunteered to give me her unsused handbook but she had forgotten to give me the skin...so now I ahve a skinless handbook...
Sad...
PS: My physics test was really sad to day...really no confidence in it...
PPS: I am feeling much better now...I always do after I finish a hard homeword (acconplaished!) and after lit (It's the love...)

Trying to memorise

2009-02-18T21:16:00.000+08:00

Ticker Tape
50hz(herz)=the needle or whatever you called it vibrates 50 times per second
time=no. of spaces x 1/50 (depending on the herz thing)
speed-dist./time
when the spaces are getting furthur... accelerating
when the spaces are getting nearer...decelerating

Speed and Velocity
Speed is dist/time
Velocity is displacement/time
Average speed=total dist/total time
Instantaneous speed=speed at that instant
When reading graph...
Speed=just read the gradient
Velocity=separate the graph into portions of grpah going up or down
=then count each portion

Scalars and Vectors
Scalar=only have magnitude
Vector=have both magnitude and direction
For vectors...
arrows must have (+/-) sign

Mass Weight Density
Weight =mass x gfs(10)
Density is more than water=sink
Density is less than water=float
Density is equal to water=suspend
Density=mass/volume (unit: kg/m3)
Conclusion
I am going to fail...but that is not goingh to happen...I will pass...just wait and see

Tiring

2009-02-18T21:14:00.000+08:00

Ok so today was really a tiring day...
I had so many things to do and German also:( and there was a German test. IO had no idea how well I did but definitely the smarter peeps in my class did better..But that's ok...GO heng Yeng!!!!

And I still have the ppt to do... And physics quiz...

One love!!!

2009-02-17T21:16:00.000+08:00

Gosh it must have seem such a long time ago since I updated my blog...almost 3 months. The truth is:
school=busy
Anyway life is better now (not really) and so here I am typing like nobodyu's business...
Just a random notices: I like to end sentences with ...
Anway the point here is one love...which rocks alot! It's about reaching to those people...those in the music culture...the skateboarding culture...I do admit though that I am not so good at these stuff...after all, won't a typical mugger like me be into studies??? Well. let God lead me...but as I say:
One love rocks!!!!!!!!!!

Journalism Course

2008-11-18T21:25:00.000+08:00

This is one of the most interesting courses I took part in! Initially, I went for the course because most of my CCA went and I am quite interested in this. This is one of the types of writing i have not done so far. I never knew it was such a great course!Today we just talk about basics and I am hooked. I also love the topic i am doing on: How to work with lousy group mates and this topic proves so useful. I mean I can use one myself. So I definitely love journalism which pushes me to want to create a mini magazine myself just for fun. And for practising my skills. My sis would be working with me.
This is also the first time I wonder why the mass communications is so important. Of course you would need to know about information around the world which is crucial for your economic and development but ever wonder if you read just to belong? Just so you can participate in the conservation? I suddenly thought of the time when I went to the hair salon and everyone was talking about the case where a zoo worker was dead after jumping into 3 white tigers' moat (if you are Singaporean and don't know this, you seriously need a dosage of The Straits Times). SO anyway, i feel that I can relate to it easily and for once, talking to these aunties seem so easy.

Choral and Drama Night 2008!

2008-11-12T13:26:00.000+08:00

Yippee! Finally my choral and drama night performance is over. It's this performance that lasts for 5 nights in a row that is acted out by secondary 1 and 2 students. And I was so glad that mine is over. Drama means hard work which can be easily translated to rehearsals costume fittings and more rehearsals. Of course on the account that Mum never allows me to eat junk food I delight in the Macdonals' and cuop noodles meals. SO anyway tweo reasons why I am glad is=ts over is:
-I no longer have to wear my long purple skirt. Seriously that skirt is a fashion disaster (sorry Mum) and it definitely makes me look 30+ which is not good. Plus it can interchangeably be worn as tube dress! And I am extremely hot wearing this dress plus a t-shirt outisde. (I have to dress decently onstage)
-Despite the meals I am very tired whenever after rehearsals. I got to repeat things twice and thrice and after one run-through, I am exhausted. I have no idea why people are so tired. It does not look that taxing but I suppose the psychological torture and running around makes you fatigue.
Our story is really complicated and as a result I do not intend to type it out today but I was so disappointed when my parents did not understand it. i mean was it that complicated. Of course to appease me, they told me that my front dialogue plus crying was excellent but whats the point of just one person's good perfomrnace and the rest no one understands? :(

That weird feeling

2008-11-12T13:21:00.000+08:00

Isn't it weird that sometimes you feel like you want to write a lot of stuff and when you get the chance to write you start freaking out and your whole mind turns blank. That's happening a lot to me these days which is not a good feeling. Just a few days ago I told myself that I wanted to write this this and this on my blog but now I can hardly think of anything. Then there's that time when I was writing a short story and Mum told me to go downstairs to buy stuff and then I forgotten what I had wanted to write when I came back. i was s op pissed off. The writing was beginning to sound so good. And then me, my sis and my cousin runs this little newsletter every month. SO that day I was just thinking of what to write and yesterday when I could finally gt the com (Mum did not allow me to use the com previously as the bills are really high and the economical technical recession and read-the-news-if-you-want-the-full-story) so finally I could type the article and my mind had a mental block. Stuck! And I had to0 stare at the com blankly trying to remember until Mum called me to go downstairs and I had a mighty fine lecture for wasting electricity. And I was so pissed off! It is so not my fault!

Failed

2008-11-12T13:03:00.000+08:00

So I did not enter the Humanities Program. I guess I was not exactly pining any hopes but it would have been so good to be able to study both Advanced Lit and History at the same time. But never mind. Maybe if i get the chance i can get another degree in uni? But that is still a very long time away. Anyway the interview lasted only 5 minutes, but the waiting time was scary. Thank goodness I have friends who were there to combat with me over boredom or I would just die. The interviewers (6 teachers to be precise) asked stuf like how I am going to pull up my Chinese grades to pull it from a B to a A and would I be willing to drop off my third language and that would be a straight no for an answer. I would never give up my German classes just to sit around at home staring at Chinese passages. I mean I despise Chinese. If it was not for Chinese culture I could never tolerate the language! Actually maybe that was a little harsh. To tell the truth, Chinese was ok in primary schools. I could get fairly good grades and at least I understand. BUt once you reach to secondary school especially in a SAP one, you could just die! I mean they start getting the most boring passages on Earth and quiz plenty of questions on them and even worse, all Chinese markers are just robots following the answer key for every single answer. Not that it is no good, just for the fact that they can not accept any possible reasonable answer. SIgh!

Fashion freak

2008-11-04T20:38:00.000+08:00

So when have I been such a fashion freak I have no idea. I was just typing the previous two posts when I notice how pretty my glossy nail polish look under the light. I mean its reflecting. Guess I never seen such a purple shade in my life or perhaps i never really care about the pretty things around me, but i would from now on. I mean didn't Sara Crewe from A little princess (my fave book) mentioned about the beautiful things in life and how wonderful it would be to think about them all day long. just looking at my nails reminds me of a sales lady. Let's just say perhaps translucent nail polish fits my skin. Anyway it's the hols and I am allowed to wear nail polish. Anotrher reason is the fact that I am going for a cousin's wedding. :) DOn't usually like weddingfs very much but my sis loves it as she loves to be bridesmaid. I suppose it would not hurt to stand in a bridesmaid shoes. I mean I read this in a compo about a bridesmaid who was helping a friend who snatched her boyfriend. Sounds extremely vexing and heartbreaking.

geotechnical engineering(seriously when did this title came up?)

2008-11-04T20:30:00.000+08:00

Ok not a very interesting title I know. But it just happens to coincide with the topic. I am selected for OM which is extremely cool. It would be hardbreaking if you are unaware of such a cool competition so you can check it out at www.odysseyofthemind.com. Anyway this is a cool competition that requires you to think of creative solutions to obstacles and problems. So just as a quote from Judy Blume says 'She is into obstacles'. Ok not exactly I mean I am praying for no obstacles on the way but that is what OM is about. It requires a lot of co-operation with your team and a lot of out of think box thinking. If this has interested you, then I would be pleased to tell you more about my problem 1. We got to create a car (not my first option) that can travel around the world (sth like that). This is definitely not my first choice. I am much better at dramas because of the scriptwriting. I enjoy writing scripts as that is just my interest. But building a car definitely gives me experience and a wider insight into geotechnical and mechanical engineering. :)

December Holidays

2008-11-04T20:20:00.000+08:00

Ok so it's the holidays now. I am lucky to have my hols in the first week of November. Anyway, so far not so much of having fun:( I had to study a lot by starting on my new syllabus next year. And I am actually very nervous for my Hunamities Programme interview tmr. I mean this is good experience and everything for my job (as my parents go on and on) but this is my first time. I am not exactrly counting on entering, just doing my best not to blow it off.
Anyway I do have a bad feeling right now, aka envy. I suppose I am not the kind that has a lot of talent. People don't praise me when I am just born but more like after all the hard work that I put in. And I have yet to notice it until I started backtracking by being a teeny weeny bit lazy. I seen people all around me doing things as well as me at first touch while I needed two years to master it. But I guess I thank God for helping me overcome this overwhelming feeling. It's not easy. I sometimes feel like giving up but instead this envy motivates and drives me furthur. Perhaps I have the passion. SO at the end of the day, the morale is:
-You will never be no. 1 if everyone calls you a no. 1
-Passion is the one that sustains you at the end of the day. (quoted from my teacher:))

My new interests!

2008-06-27T21:30:00.000+08:00

Ok I think I am crazy but I am starting to like to research on free topics. I suppose my ideology of research has changed over years of project and research. In my opinion now, research is more of a way to confirm your theories rather than a short-cut to work. Quite sad if it is thought this way. So I had just gotten over my obsession of wines (sherry, Merlot, Chardonnay, Cabernet) and all of that. Now I am into animals? (Gloucester Old Spots, White Parks, Minke Whales). Crazy me, but at least it will help me to have a little advantage than others in A-levels, GP paper. Anyway, I an also real interested in Chinese Culture, like their poems. I am trying to memorise one per week now. Crazy me.

School reopened

2008-06-27T21:22:00.000+08:00

Ok, so school has reopened. Not many things happening. Except that tomorrow is my foster sister's belated birthday party. :) We have lots of plans upcoming.
Ok, so this week is the first week of school. I don't think I face any problems in getting up early. My motto is just: sleep early, wake up early. It feels better. Didn't know why I could not wait till it would be the weekends. I know that that is a normal student-y thought, but I actually was hoping for school to reopen during the holidays so that I could study more and pump in more information. I could not wait till it would be the year-end exams and I can choose my own subjects. But right now, I am just glad that it is the weekends. Perhaps, a good break for me. I was real tired this week. Anyway, that's all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SIck now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-06-12T21:32:00.001+08:00

Sadistically, I am sick now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This means, drowsy medicine, less frequent trips to the library, interruptions when writing essays and no ice-cream sundaes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would wish for one now! Even it is a normal chocolate one. Ok seriously, did I just say that? Then I must be crazy? Or maybe the medicine is making crazy. I hate being sick even if it means less work. In fact right now I cannot afford to have less work. At least if I am trying out for the Humanities Program. Yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

June Holidays

2008-06-12T21:26:00.001+08:00

OK so for those that do not stay in Singapore, please don't be surprised with the fact that we, Singaporean students, have our holidays in June. What else can a normal student do in the holidays rather than play and work? But I had my fair share of play so fast and hence now I am making up for work. It's real hard to squeeze time in for typing on my blog. Anyway, I had my play in Korea. I would not consider it really play, considering the fact that I was admitted in the hospital on my first day there thanks to my constipated stomach. It was real painful, ouch! But considering the division of time then and now, I would say that was real play. But I would rather do 10 literature essays then go through that pain that I had experienced in Korea, which is what I am doing this week, writing 10 literature essays. Believe me, it's driving me crazy, but it's good practice. Anyway, I won't tell you the details of my trip in Korea, just saying I went to Everland. Real fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Got my first exhilarating ride, the Viking. Don't call me a baby, but I am afraid I cannot take the pressure one receives on a roller-coaster. Besides, my parents say no to this dangerously 360 degrees ride. I mean would you believe it, there is a 3 minute roller-coaster in Everland! Real cool, but too exciting for me.

What a long time now!

2008-05-30T20:39:00.000+08:00

SO it has been a long time since I typed on this though. This few days have been real busy, what with preparing for holiday an all. There are no prizes to where I am going... Korea! SO here we come Kim chi. Seriously that is not exactly what I am looking forward My German friend have complained that after going to Korea, she would never want to eat Kim chi again. Seriously I am looking forward to fresh insights to a new country and making new friends, considering the fact that I am a 'chili padi'. Hope my kindergarten teachers don't read this. Anyway, just went to Popular at Tampines yesterday. The place look so renovated that I was so surprised. But seriously, it is a beautiful place. I mean can you imagine? It looks much better, more modern and everything. Bought Kira-Kira and so proud that I had chosen an award-winning book. Just that well books are my passion and my limits so that's whats I am intent on doing.

Mother's Day

2008-05-10T20:15:00.000+08:00

Hi everyone there tomorrow is Mother's Day. Hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D I am going to go to church and then celebrate mother's Day..........Now my friend is going to blog now!!
Hi everyone out there I love sundays and sundaes. Haha......:D
Friend please don't be lame! Ok hello people out there. Just now was my friend. Anyway Happy Mother's Day to every mother. And as for sons and daughters what have you gotten for your parents? As for me, I have baked a honey banana tart for my parents and a collage of paper flowers. Seems like I am doing lots of craft work. Yesterday night was real busy for me. I got lots of work to do plus mother's day work. Oops, now I am getting a headache. Got to go now!

NAPFA

2008-05-06T20:40:00.000+08:00

Ok, amazingly somehow my NAPFA scored better than I thought. Athletes oput there, I know that you will boo when you read this, but don't laugh. My PE is this bad:
Sit-ups: 26 (Sad, that's one of my worst scores)
Standing Broad Jump: 165 cm (First time scored that far)
Shuttle Run: This is bad! 12 minutes flat.
Inclined pull-ups: 17 (surprisingly done real well)

My new blog!

2008-05-05T19:23:00.000+08:00

Hello people outta there! Today was not a very good day, with a bad paper for foreign Languages, but I am looking forward to Saturday, for more shopping and fun! Yay! The reason I chose this blog title is because that's my name for hotmail, so easy to remember. And I love sundaes and sundays for that's God's day! And it sounds more bubbly and fun!