My cousin from Australia is here at my place!
He'll be staying for a week.
Haven't seen him in yonks but he still looks the same as ever.
How the years have passed but age takes no toll on him. Except to cloud him with responsibilities. Maybe "cloud" is a word too negative.
To be clearer. He doesn't have problems, just that i view adult responsibilities as THE thing i'm most horrified about.
And they are approaching...
Have been planning a little for the future in terms of education and to which job it can lead me to.
I must say i'm happy with what i see.
But i do know that in the coming years, i have much to accomplish.
Firstly, i am planning for my Honours. Not every Tom, Dick and Harry is able to get a good Honours degree.
When i look inside myself, i realize that i do feel like any run-of-the-mill kind of achiever. Or rather, just an average kind of student with no special talent or brains.
If i were to say anything about talent, i'd say i'm a Jack of All Trades, Master of None.
Ever since i was a kid, i was about average at most things.
Could do some sports well enough, could make some music and did average [where, average=(good performance+bad performance)/2] academically in school.
None outshined the other.
Been entrusted with responsibilities as a leader in school as well.
Not quite sure if you'd call that a well rounder. A well rounder, to me, would be someone who EXCELS in whatever arena he or she gets involved in.
Not mediocal.
Like me.
Therefore looking at my future, i'm going to have to -work really, really HARD- to reach my goals.
That is like one of the most dumb/cliche things to say, yet it is the simple truth, that is to be applied in reaching goals.
Unless your goal...
Enough implied.
I have 3 things in mind for the future. To be a:
1. Police
2. Teacher
3. Psychologist
(not in exact order)
in my years to come.
May add or subtract along the way.
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I went to SIM on wednesday to collect my study materials
Stepped into unfamiliar grounds.
Plonked with TWO FULL BAGS of VCDS, CDS and BOOKS.
(I gushed to the lady: It's a bit overwhelming...
And she smiled at me)
Ok, so i stuffed what i could into my haversack and carried the rest in hand.
When i got out, it was POURING Mammoths and Dinosaurs.
So there i was, all ALONE. With no gallant knight or a kind aunty to help.
No one to even point at and laugh at me.
Strapped to my back was a sack of books, and my hands were full with more.
I felt like a CAMEL!!!
A Bloomin' CAMEL!
I almost couldn't carry my stuff and hold my brolly all at once.
The next time i collect my stuff, i'm either going to be driving OR, i'll RENT a lorry and the lorry uncle.
WAlking to the bus stop was gruelling and sweat was streaming down my face. Am suprised nobody got hastily off to leave me the entire stretch of chair.
It didn't help that i slipped and almost fell!
HahahaHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But thank God that after my bus ride, that heavy downpour gave way! And i could do without the brolly.
After the whole episode,looking back in retrospect, i realize that though after complaining, a little challenge and difficulty makes life less dreary.
But in bigger and less trivial matters like the above, i think we should just cease complaining sometimes and simply soak in the challenge and enjoy it.
Such experiences makes things less timetable-like and easy flowing.
Serves to give us pampered beings a kick in the arses.
Got back and proceeded to do heavy duty wrapping of books.
You know how it is like during primary school days when momma sits down and starts to wrap all your books nicely before school begins.
Memories...
I remember once my mom found, i think, a sticker book inside my bag and was bloomin' angry with me.
Similarly, bringing toys to school was like a sin unless it was after the year end examination.
So, i laid out my stuff on the floor and realized that i'm going to have to read all this, and that my future so relies on the coming years.
Where i really have to DO EXTREMELY WELL in school and every grade i get must reflect on an Honours potential.
And i could feel fear beginning to rise in me.
But then.
I thought of God.
Suddenly, I felt and KNEW that i wasn't alone at all.
I have God with me and he's my helper in all that i do.
And i felt at peace.
Then, the whole pile of books didn't look so daunting anymore.
Because i know that I'm never going to be alone and God is my ally for ever and ever!
And those books were for only TWO modules. Ok, but i'll let it give and say that these 2 modules will be taking me through the whole year.
Friday, January 30, 2004
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Innocent Cravings II
A brilliant work of art.
He is.
Crafted into a physical manifestion of perfection, grace and beauty.
Looking at it, I promise...
He looks like the personification of a REAL mystical creature from Middle Earth.
A visiting being from another world, moulded into a human unknowingly but still retains some of his unworldly aura.
Incomplete transformation perhaps.
Too much Lord of the Rings?
Maybe it gave me the idea from the start.
From there, it blossoms.
His birthday's this wednesday.
SO?!
I don't intend to airmail him chemical laden roses which will knock him out long enough for me to fly over and carry him off fireman style.
Or i can always go to a fan site, but i never believe in those things.
I refuse to scream along and type out carnal utterances.
It sucks to know that there are thousands of other girls longing to grab him too!
On the other hand, it feels nice to know that you are one of them who can't get much closer without insider help.
But of course, this's not as bad as having girls flirting with a supposed boyfriend.
He is but a distant figure.
Who lives in New York...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Woody:
He's not straight? *O_O*
WeiZHEN:
SMALLVILLE???!?!?
Who did he act as? If you mean as Superman, It's not him...!
Yes, both actors have the same disarming eyes and angular faces but they're not the same nor related.
Legolas and Orlando Bloom... Gosh, they're the same yet i can't superimpose them.
As for Archery, i've always wanted to do it and Legolas had no part to play in influencing my decision.
Yes, Frodo he is and yes...He's young.
23 this year.
He is.
Crafted into a physical manifestion of perfection, grace and beauty.
Looking at it, I promise...
He looks like the personification of a REAL mystical creature from Middle Earth.
A visiting being from another world, moulded into a human unknowingly but still retains some of his unworldly aura.
Incomplete transformation perhaps.
Too much Lord of the Rings?
Maybe it gave me the idea from the start.
From there, it blossoms.
His birthday's this wednesday.
SO?!
I don't intend to airmail him chemical laden roses which will knock him out long enough for me to fly over and carry him off fireman style.
Or i can always go to a fan site, but i never believe in those things.
I refuse to scream along and type out carnal utterances.
It sucks to know that there are thousands of other girls longing to grab him too!
On the other hand, it feels nice to know that you are one of them who can't get much closer without insider help.
But of course, this's not as bad as having girls flirting with a supposed boyfriend.
He is but a distant figure.
Who lives in New York...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Woody:
He's not straight? *O_O*
WeiZHEN:
SMALLVILLE???!?!?
Who did he act as? If you mean as Superman, It's not him...!
Yes, both actors have the same disarming eyes and angular faces but they're not the same nor related.
Legolas and Orlando Bloom... Gosh, they're the same yet i can't superimpose them.
As for Archery, i've always wanted to do it and Legolas had no part to play in influencing my decision.
Yes, Frodo he is and yes...He's young.
23 this year.
Monday, January 26, 2004
Innocent Cravings
Comparing self to the large masses of "other" females, one and i say! I have differing tastes when it comes to males.
Eg. Lord of the Rings.
Others: "Orlando Bloom! Or Viggo! *i want to bear your children!*
Me: That's it. Elijah Wood rocks my world!
Others: Sean Connery!
Me: Tommy Lee Jones!
Others: Tom Cruise!
Me: Nicholas Cage!
Considering keeping a photo of Mr Wood to bring around with me wherever i go.
But then.
With Jo, there's always a "But then".
Chasing after dreams and fantasies about your favourite star is useless and will forever be so.
He or she lives miles and miles away and doesn't know you exist.
Liking Mr Wood isn't going to help me in anything except waste my emotional strength.
Fabricating the scene when suddenly one day, you find his email address and get into a relationship is utter nonsense.
It's so strange.
I really like Mr Wood.
There's something about him that's so alluring. Why?
He seems to radiate this vibe that says: I'll respect you. I'll treat you right. I go by the rules, and don't drink or do drugs. I'm straight, i'm down to Earth. I'm honest and really really nice. You'll see. I don't play around.
And all things nice.
*sigh*
He possesses this amazing face.
Lily fair, with angular and sharp cuts.
That pair of remarkably large, childlike, blue innocent peepers.
No doubt his mouth is kinda small and his jaw is so square that you could talk math equations with it, it only serves to further bless him with boyish looks.
Very Hobbitlike. I Like.
Actually, come to think of it. HE'S the one who looks very Elfish.
As in, the short kind of elf that Enid Blyton write about. Do i remember that correctly?
Because it is nothing but pure stupidity, wishful-wistful thinking and futility to chase after dreams of Mr Wood, i'm hoping i'll get over it asap.
I'm getting over Keanu!
I'll let all of it just be that. Innocent Cravings.
HEY HUIMIN!!!
Yo Woman! Haha, glad you hit the refresh button dudette. Well, you haven't been updating too haven't you? Hope u didn't get sabohed with all that make-up...
Oh man... I would've LOVED to be an Elf extra. Wahahaa.. And act or run alongside Mr Wood? (Or Orlando Bloom as the Elf for other people.) Absholutely Priceless.
I'm planning my next archery day with my JC mates. Woot!
Till Then.
*hops into bed*
Eg. Lord of the Rings.
Others: "Orlando Bloom! Or Viggo! *i want to bear your children!*
Me: That's it. Elijah Wood rocks my world!
Others: Sean Connery!
Me: Tommy Lee Jones!
Others: Tom Cruise!
Me: Nicholas Cage!
Considering keeping a photo of Mr Wood to bring around with me wherever i go.
But then.
With Jo, there's always a "But then".
Chasing after dreams and fantasies about your favourite star is useless and will forever be so.
He or she lives miles and miles away and doesn't know you exist.
Liking Mr Wood isn't going to help me in anything except waste my emotional strength.
Fabricating the scene when suddenly one day, you find his email address and get into a relationship is utter nonsense.
It's so strange.
I really like Mr Wood.
There's something about him that's so alluring. Why?
He seems to radiate this vibe that says: I'll respect you. I'll treat you right. I go by the rules, and don't drink or do drugs. I'm straight, i'm down to Earth. I'm honest and really really nice. You'll see. I don't play around.
And all things nice.
*sigh*
He possesses this amazing face.
Lily fair, with angular and sharp cuts.
That pair of remarkably large, childlike, blue innocent peepers.
No doubt his mouth is kinda small and his jaw is so square that you could talk math equations with it, it only serves to further bless him with boyish looks.
Very Hobbitlike. I Like.
Actually, come to think of it. HE'S the one who looks very Elfish.
As in, the short kind of elf that Enid Blyton write about. Do i remember that correctly?
Because it is nothing but pure stupidity, wishful-wistful thinking and futility to chase after dreams of Mr Wood, i'm hoping i'll get over it asap.
I'm getting over Keanu!
I'll let all of it just be that. Innocent Cravings.
HEY HUIMIN!!!
Yo Woman! Haha, glad you hit the refresh button dudette. Well, you haven't been updating too haven't you? Hope u didn't get sabohed with all that make-up...
Oh man... I would've LOVED to be an Elf extra. Wahahaa.. And act or run alongside Mr Wood? (Or Orlando Bloom as the Elf for other people.) Absholutely Priceless.
I'm planning my next archery day with my JC mates. Woot!
Till Then.
*hops into bed*
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
He must've been tapping in.
I didn't tell God i needed it though i was facing a dilemma (desktop or laptop). Apparently, he's been tuning in to the vibes i'm unconsciously sending.
I'm almost going to be provided with a half year old Compaq laptop!
I'm not quite surefooted when it comes to computers but i think this one comes from an accountacy firm (long story) so it must have some good stuff left in it. It's only half a year old so it should have a bit of the latest kinda specs.
Thank God!
Ah yes.
I've FINALLY gone and done my basic theory evaluation test and passed it. (was chanting a short prayer throughout the whole episode. Thank God.) So, that leaves my TP Basic Theory.
Although everyone says it's chicken poop, i'm quite liable to fail it because i can be careless. Plus, not allowed more than... 4 mistakes? Methinks.
I don't understand how i could leave this out.
Went to have an archery session last thursday with dad.
First, i must say that i said a prayer to God to ask him to help me make my dad's money worth the trip and asked that i won't be a real pathetic archer and just pai seh myself.
**You know, talking and asking God even about such small, silly sounding things in life can actually add up to be quite a big faith booster.
For one, it sure keeps the communication link between the both of us going and thus the faith and relationship.**
To put it simply.
I beat my dad twice, and drew even once, when we had a small challenge.
WOOT!
And i suprised myself with the shots i made that were quite a distance away!
Even the guy who owns the place said: GOOD SHOT!
So i'm wondering.
(But Thank GOD i did my dad's money some good after all.)
Am i actually good, OR
are all people generally actually not bad and have some natural instinct for it.
Because you see, that was my FIRST time in my life that i've ever touched a bow and arrow and shot good stuff on my first try ever.
Let me just say... I'm already dreaming BIG dreams.
Singapore... Watch out for Joline Lim.
*note to self: write about dreams
You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,
laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all
about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy
with your life of purity and play. Life's a
game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's
no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and
have been known to cause trouble, but it's all
in the name of fun and not meant to really harm
anyone. You like to play tricks on people who
aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which
is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you
prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you
can't be tamed. You're probably a restless
spirit who loves to travel, and quite a
dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your
art (of whatever media - from writing to
painting to drama) is like something from
another world - ethereal and often very
fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social
butterfly or a loner with their head in the
clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly
refuse to accept responsibility or to give in
to the wishes of others - unless you feel like
it. You have a strong passion for music and
can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up
someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.
You are adventurous and love to take risks, and
feel a deep connection with the weather,
plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to
thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to
autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban
backyards. Magic through and through, you are
far more powerful than you seem, and are
capable of being extremely passionate. Though
you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and self-
absorbed, one thing is certain - life with you
will never be boring!
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla
Oh, i agree with this one.
I love Archery.
It was SUCH a coincidence that on the sunday of the same week i went, the newspaper published an article on it.
I'm going to take it as a hint to my big break!
hahhahahaa...
Till Then.
*sniffs the glorious aroma of mom's roasted meat fresh from the oven*
I'm almost going to be provided with a half year old Compaq laptop!
I'm not quite surefooted when it comes to computers but i think this one comes from an accountacy firm (long story) so it must have some good stuff left in it. It's only half a year old so it should have a bit of the latest kinda specs.
Thank God!
Ah yes.
I've FINALLY gone and done my basic theory evaluation test and passed it. (was chanting a short prayer throughout the whole episode. Thank God.) So, that leaves my TP Basic Theory.
Although everyone says it's chicken poop, i'm quite liable to fail it because i can be careless. Plus, not allowed more than... 4 mistakes? Methinks.
I don't understand how i could leave this out.
Went to have an archery session last thursday with dad.
First, i must say that i said a prayer to God to ask him to help me make my dad's money worth the trip and asked that i won't be a real pathetic archer and just pai seh myself.
**You know, talking and asking God even about such small, silly sounding things in life can actually add up to be quite a big faith booster.
For one, it sure keeps the communication link between the both of us going and thus the faith and relationship.**
To put it simply.
I beat my dad twice, and drew even once, when we had a small challenge.
WOOT!
And i suprised myself with the shots i made that were quite a distance away!
Even the guy who owns the place said: GOOD SHOT!
So i'm wondering.
(But Thank GOD i did my dad's money some good after all.)
Am i actually good, OR
are all people generally actually not bad and have some natural instinct for it.
Because you see, that was my FIRST time in my life that i've ever touched a bow and arrow and shot good stuff on my first try ever.
Let me just say... I'm already dreaming BIG dreams.
Singapore... Watch out for Joline Lim.
*note to self: write about dreams
You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,
laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all
about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy
with your life of purity and play. Life's a
game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's
no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and
have been known to cause trouble, but it's all
in the name of fun and not meant to really harm
anyone. You like to play tricks on people who
aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which
is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you
prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you
can't be tamed. You're probably a restless
spirit who loves to travel, and quite a
dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your
art (of whatever media - from writing to
painting to drama) is like something from
another world - ethereal and often very
fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social
butterfly or a loner with their head in the
clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly
refuse to accept responsibility or to give in
to the wishes of others - unless you feel like
it. You have a strong passion for music and
can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up
someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.
You are adventurous and love to take risks, and
feel a deep connection with the weather,
plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to
thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to
autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban
backyards. Magic through and through, you are
far more powerful than you seem, and are
capable of being extremely passionate. Though
you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and self-
absorbed, one thing is certain - life with you
will never be boring!
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla
Oh, i agree with this one.
I love Archery.
It was SUCH a coincidence that on the sunday of the same week i went, the newspaper published an article on it.
I'm going to take it as a hint to my big break!
hahhahahaa...
Till Then.
*sniffs the glorious aroma of mom's roasted meat fresh from the oven*
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Slump
Been in the kitchen making cookies with momma and aunty gina since i got up this morning.
It ain't no joke.
My mom, more than twice my age has incredible energy.
It puts me to shame.
She makes great pineapple tarts. The pastry is crumbly and has a tinge of the taste of milk. It is simply divine, as it melts in your mouth once you pop one in.
If there was a way technology could allow us to put our hands through the screen to reach in and grab something, i'd gladly stick up a link to a photo of her tarts.
Lately, have been having issues with paternal.
Uhm, it's late. Gotta go lest me headache makes a comeback i hardly desire.
It ain't no joke.
My mom, more than twice my age has incredible energy.
It puts me to shame.
She makes great pineapple tarts. The pastry is crumbly and has a tinge of the taste of milk. It is simply divine, as it melts in your mouth once you pop one in.
If there was a way technology could allow us to put our hands through the screen to reach in and grab something, i'd gladly stick up a link to a photo of her tarts.
Lately, have been having issues with paternal.
Uhm, it's late. Gotta go lest me headache makes a comeback i hardly desire.
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Long Story about God and Mee Soto, and God.
Digestive tract has gone gabonkers recently which disallowed me to eat some certain yummies.
Esp. Mee Soto from Serangoon Gardens Food Centre.
There's this stall located there that sells my family's FAVOURITE mee soto.
To us, it's absolutely UNbeatable. Packs a huge punch when you put them chilli.
A little goes a long way, now don't you forget that.
The stall was originally located at Teman Serasi but well, relocation came because... well. You don't SEE Teman Serasi anymore now, do you?
Our saturday ritual was to head on down to our "drug stall" for our weekly dose. But crummafud... It was CLOSED!
Now, i tell you, i was horrified.
REALLY, horrified.
*And the world stood still. The air around every living and non-living fibre quivered as Joline shrieked her way to one of her periodical bursts of insanity*
*withdrawal symptoms follows*
And so, and so. We just settled for the other stall's Mee Soto.
Now the odd thing was that this stall's mee soto tasted curiously similar to our drug! But it was way milder. Putting it bluntly, there was no spice, no kick, no heat, no sweat. But, the taste we liked was still there!
My dad and i aren't exactly suppose to eat our spicy drug because we are both unwell with sicknesses that should, by right bar us from spicy food.
The interesting thing was, after we had finished all our food, our favourite stall's uncle came to open his shop!
*ARGHHH!!!*
Ok, so Joline couldn't take it and went to candidly ask the uncle why he opened late and if it was going to be a weekly thing from then on.
ANd he replied: No, only today i open late.
You know, it was as if God was telling us (my dad and i):
"Yo guys. *shakes head* You know you're sick and you're still going against your bodies' cry. I'd love to give you your weekly drug but I KNOW THAT IF I DID, YOU'D PAY DEARLY. So i decided to give you... well... something like it but without the spicy kick. They taste similar, trust me."
Kinda odd.
How the stall uncle just told me, "no, only today"
As if, something just happened nicely to cause his delay.
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Ho Alwyn!
congratulations on your admission! Woot! Fantabulous news i say.
Only the Hittite Civilization? Hm... thought there was another one because my pastor did mention some...
Sigh, ok. I suppose i was just too chicken to even smile at Aunty Ros. There was once i almost left her a note concerning school but backed off in the end.
In the evening, my dad and i was to go to church. The problem was, i was afraid that through service, i'd feel sick and would have to visit the little room multiple times.
Earlier in the day, i DID have to visit the little room every like, 45 minutes.
So that kinda worried me.
But this song just came into my head about how we will worship God with "all our mind, soul and strength".
So, made up mind to go for service.
Prayed a little prayer to God to keep body in check throughout the 2 hour service.
Lo and behold.
Was fine throughout with no hint of discomfort!
Plus, was fine for MORE than 2 hours.
Thank God!
Praise Him even in the little things...
AMEN!
Till Then.
*zonks off*
Esp. Mee Soto from Serangoon Gardens Food Centre.
There's this stall located there that sells my family's FAVOURITE mee soto.
To us, it's absolutely UNbeatable. Packs a huge punch when you put them chilli.
A little goes a long way, now don't you forget that.
The stall was originally located at Teman Serasi but well, relocation came because... well. You don't SEE Teman Serasi anymore now, do you?
Our saturday ritual was to head on down to our "drug stall" for our weekly dose. But crummafud... It was CLOSED!
Now, i tell you, i was horrified.
REALLY, horrified.
*And the world stood still. The air around every living and non-living fibre quivered as Joline shrieked her way to one of her periodical bursts of insanity*
*withdrawal symptoms follows*
And so, and so. We just settled for the other stall's Mee Soto.
Now the odd thing was that this stall's mee soto tasted curiously similar to our drug! But it was way milder. Putting it bluntly, there was no spice, no kick, no heat, no sweat. But, the taste we liked was still there!
My dad and i aren't exactly suppose to eat our spicy drug because we are both unwell with sicknesses that should, by right bar us from spicy food.
The interesting thing was, after we had finished all our food, our favourite stall's uncle came to open his shop!
*ARGHHH!!!*
Ok, so Joline couldn't take it and went to candidly ask the uncle why he opened late and if it was going to be a weekly thing from then on.
ANd he replied: No, only today i open late.
You know, it was as if God was telling us (my dad and i):
"Yo guys. *shakes head* You know you're sick and you're still going against your bodies' cry. I'd love to give you your weekly drug but I KNOW THAT IF I DID, YOU'D PAY DEARLY. So i decided to give you... well... something like it but without the spicy kick. They taste similar, trust me."
Kinda odd.
How the stall uncle just told me, "no, only today"
As if, something just happened nicely to cause his delay.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Ho Alwyn!
congratulations on your admission! Woot! Fantabulous news i say.
Only the Hittite Civilization? Hm... thought there was another one because my pastor did mention some...
Sigh, ok. I suppose i was just too chicken to even smile at Aunty Ros. There was once i almost left her a note concerning school but backed off in the end.
In the evening, my dad and i was to go to church. The problem was, i was afraid that through service, i'd feel sick and would have to visit the little room multiple times.
Earlier in the day, i DID have to visit the little room every like, 45 minutes.
So that kinda worried me.
But this song just came into my head about how we will worship God with "all our mind, soul and strength".
So, made up mind to go for service.
Prayed a little prayer to God to keep body in check throughout the 2 hour service.
Lo and behold.
Was fine throughout with no hint of discomfort!
Plus, was fine for MORE than 2 hours.
Thank God!
Praise Him even in the little things...
AMEN!
Till Then.
*zonks off*
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Something.
Ok, even i agree i get a little annoyed when i spot the same words on my blog when i log on online.
It's getting stale as i've missed a whole week and a bit, of blogging.
I attribute the no-blog thing to me being occupied with something throughout the week, PLUS my PC in my room has finally kaputed for all eternity.
As my dad puts it,"You can now officially play the 'Last Post' for your computer..."
I know this comes really really late and is not needed, but, blah blee blah...
HAPPEE NOO YA to all you wonderful peeps. I Love You.
*swigs a bottle of root beer, holds it aloft and smiles insanely as i look around*
I love Tay Yek Keak's newspaper articles. He sounds very a matter-of-fact as he puts down his cynical thoughts dryly, poking at issues both serious and not so serious.
I can easily picture him talking to me in a deadpan tone but i'd be laughing away non-stop.
In fact, i am attracted to people who can crack me up into hysteria even when they say something in a manner which hardly suggests that they're jesting.
The content may either be serious or funny.
Whichever way, when executed correctly, these people totally rockkkk...
Which's why i always say.
Sometimes it's not what is said, but rather HOW it is said, that makes something really laughable.
This's why some people just don't clique with me as they don't understand or may i say, don't "appreciate" other ways of seeing humour in other forms other than the spoken words.
So, i suppose they simply write me off as a loony, worthy to be dragged off screaming by the white coats to the loony bin.
Perhaps i have not earned the right to be in their sanctified presence.
Phish.
I've seen it in their eyes...
I wanted to write so much but as i sit here, i can't remember much.
On Macdonalds's paper thingy on the tray, (not exact words):
" There're 60 hrs from friday to monday morning. And i'm enjoying every hour. I'm lovin' it."
"I love going for a dip in the pool with my best friend on a hot day. I'm lovin' it."
"I have sand between my toes and the wind in my hair. I'm lovin' it"
And as i squeeze out my chilli sauce onto the paper, i realize,
"I'm squeezing chilli sauce all over yo faces...(i.o.w, stupid adverts) I'm lovin' it."
Oh look. Time for bed.
Good night ya'll.
I can't wait for Fun-o-rama.
Till then.
*staggers off with root beer*
It's getting stale as i've missed a whole week and a bit, of blogging.
I attribute the no-blog thing to me being occupied with something throughout the week, PLUS my PC in my room has finally kaputed for all eternity.
As my dad puts it,"You can now officially play the 'Last Post' for your computer..."
I know this comes really really late and is not needed, but, blah blee blah...
HAPPEE NOO YA to all you wonderful peeps. I Love You.
*swigs a bottle of root beer, holds it aloft and smiles insanely as i look around*
I love Tay Yek Keak's newspaper articles. He sounds very a matter-of-fact as he puts down his cynical thoughts dryly, poking at issues both serious and not so serious.
I can easily picture him talking to me in a deadpan tone but i'd be laughing away non-stop.
In fact, i am attracted to people who can crack me up into hysteria even when they say something in a manner which hardly suggests that they're jesting.
The content may either be serious or funny.
Whichever way, when executed correctly, these people totally rockkkk...
Which's why i always say.
Sometimes it's not what is said, but rather HOW it is said, that makes something really laughable.
This's why some people just don't clique with me as they don't understand or may i say, don't "appreciate" other ways of seeing humour in other forms other than the spoken words.
So, i suppose they simply write me off as a loony, worthy to be dragged off screaming by the white coats to the loony bin.
Perhaps i have not earned the right to be in their sanctified presence.
Phish.
I've seen it in their eyes...
I wanted to write so much but as i sit here, i can't remember much.
On Macdonalds's paper thingy on the tray, (not exact words):
" There're 60 hrs from friday to monday morning. And i'm enjoying every hour. I'm lovin' it."
"I love going for a dip in the pool with my best friend on a hot day. I'm lovin' it."
"I have sand between my toes and the wind in my hair. I'm lovin' it"
And as i squeeze out my chilli sauce onto the paper, i realize,
"I'm squeezing chilli sauce all over yo faces...(i.o.w, stupid adverts) I'm lovin' it."
Oh look. Time for bed.
Good night ya'll.
I can't wait for Fun-o-rama.
Till then.
*staggers off with root beer*
Monday, December 29, 2003
I need a swim
AH! *itch itch*
Dang those ticks.
Doggy decided that he had just about enough of pestering me and decided to sleep under the table.
*good doggy*
Hi January!
Haha, you overrate me. I am definitely no pastor material. Looks like we just share the same sentiments. By the way, have you ever tried or maybe imagined yourself giving a full fledged sermon? It's quite a "political" thing. (Is political the right word? Argh, words fail me even for the want of a better word.)
But i guess by political, i mean, that whatever is said up there has to be done ever so tactfully, correctly, truthfully and in a "no pride and preaching" tone.
Plus, sometimes the whole body will be exposed to the whole mass of people and often the person on stage has to be really careful with his body language.
About my blog... i'm wondering what kind of blog it is. *hmmm...* :-)
Haha, thank you for your ever ready kind words.
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Many of us are divided into 4 groups.
1. Know grandparent(s) very well.
2. Know grandparent(s) somewhat ok.
3. Know grandparent(s) very little, maybe none at all.
4. Never knew grandparent(s).
WAs in group 3 till only recently, i was thrown into a pretty tough situation. It wasn't the ROTTEN-BAD-BAD-BAD or AH-I'M-SO-GOING-TO-DIE kind of tough, but more, building up of one's independence and responsibilty.
It's more the, "Get me arse moving" than "hot soup".
So, with 2 parents and 1 granny, no helper. My sister and i were thrown into a situation. Sure, we've survived without our dear helper before, but now there's granny.
Not that she's not wanted, don't get me wrong.
As we know, grand parents need the extra care and have different and more specific needs than our own.
I've never actually spoken for long periods of time about anything with my granny before. EVER. (iow, i didn't know her much. She was initially a person in my life i called "poh poh". )
Not till recently, things changed as
1. i had to keep her "entertained", and
2. take care of the meals but of course with her help.
3. In addition, i had to constantly keep an eye on her to ensure that she's all right around the house.
I know this may sound like puh-fooey to some as they've been there, done that.
But truth be told...
I'm almost reaching adult age but have never had this kind of exposure or responsibility.
At first, i was kind of paranoid so i did everything i could to help around. (both parents wld be working)
But then, it turns out that elderly people like to feel independent too and not treated as if they were invalids.
However, they also NEED extra care because there're things which they can't do anymore. (eg. carrying a heavy stack of pots and pans)
To cut it all short.
I'm so glad for this experience.
I'm happy to say that i've moved from group 3 to group 2.
I know my granny a bit more.
What i find interesting during meals when we're alone is that there's this COMFORTABLE SILENCE.
Even from the very start when we've not spoken before over meals.
At that exact point in time while eating, made a note to myself.
How do i put this.
I felt:
She is a fragment of my history in which she played a part to create me.
So although i've never emotionally bonded with her, i know and feel that there's a deeper unseen bond between us.
Apart from genetics.
Then again, maybe it DOES stem from genetics.
Maybe kinda like twins who've never met till some fateful day.
Guess i suprised her with something before she left... *wink*
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*itch! itch!*
But it ain't the ticks.
Am all by my lonesome at home due to circumstances, with just my cheeky Jed and his bloodsucking(in both ways) ticks.
This brick dwelling is ALL MINE... MIINE!!!
*throws fist into air*
All my existence, I've known myself to possess one disorganized mind, messy habits, high tolerance for mess and all things(you name it, you've got it) strewn all over the country, sort of person.
*dang... just what is SO itchy around here???*
But only till one day ago, i have realized that i actually like things to be orderly, well kept and clean.
*gasps*
Discovery of self when thrown into a situation.
Just like when you put yourself in a pressure cooker or otherwise, you see yourself behave in a certain way to overcome it or deal with it.
Till Then.
*scratch, scratch.*
*mrreowwww...*
Dang those ticks.
Doggy decided that he had just about enough of pestering me and decided to sleep under the table.
*good doggy*
Hi January!
Haha, you overrate me. I am definitely no pastor material. Looks like we just share the same sentiments. By the way, have you ever tried or maybe imagined yourself giving a full fledged sermon? It's quite a "political" thing. (Is political the right word? Argh, words fail me even for the want of a better word.)
But i guess by political, i mean, that whatever is said up there has to be done ever so tactfully, correctly, truthfully and in a "no pride and preaching" tone.
Plus, sometimes the whole body will be exposed to the whole mass of people and often the person on stage has to be really careful with his body language.
About my blog... i'm wondering what kind of blog it is. *hmmm...* :-)
Haha, thank you for your ever ready kind words.
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Many of us are divided into 4 groups.
1. Know grandparent(s) very well.
2. Know grandparent(s) somewhat ok.
3. Know grandparent(s) very little, maybe none at all.
4. Never knew grandparent(s).
WAs in group 3 till only recently, i was thrown into a pretty tough situation. It wasn't the ROTTEN-BAD-BAD-BAD or AH-I'M-SO-GOING-TO-DIE kind of tough, but more, building up of one's independence and responsibilty.
It's more the, "Get me arse moving" than "hot soup".
So, with 2 parents and 1 granny, no helper. My sister and i were thrown into a situation. Sure, we've survived without our dear helper before, but now there's granny.
Not that she's not wanted, don't get me wrong.
As we know, grand parents need the extra care and have different and more specific needs than our own.
I've never actually spoken for long periods of time about anything with my granny before. EVER. (iow, i didn't know her much. She was initially a person in my life i called "poh poh". )
Not till recently, things changed as
1. i had to keep her "entertained", and
2. take care of the meals but of course with her help.
3. In addition, i had to constantly keep an eye on her to ensure that she's all right around the house.
I know this may sound like puh-fooey to some as they've been there, done that.
But truth be told...
I'm almost reaching adult age but have never had this kind of exposure or responsibility.
At first, i was kind of paranoid so i did everything i could to help around. (both parents wld be working)
But then, it turns out that elderly people like to feel independent too and not treated as if they were invalids.
However, they also NEED extra care because there're things which they can't do anymore. (eg. carrying a heavy stack of pots and pans)
To cut it all short.
I'm so glad for this experience.
I'm happy to say that i've moved from group 3 to group 2.
I know my granny a bit more.
What i find interesting during meals when we're alone is that there's this COMFORTABLE SILENCE.
Even from the very start when we've not spoken before over meals.
At that exact point in time while eating, made a note to myself.
How do i put this.
I felt:
She is a fragment of my history in which she played a part to create me.
So although i've never emotionally bonded with her, i know and feel that there's a deeper unseen bond between us.
Apart from genetics.
Then again, maybe it DOES stem from genetics.
Maybe kinda like twins who've never met till some fateful day.
Guess i suprised her with something before she left... *wink*
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*itch! itch!*
But it ain't the ticks.
Am all by my lonesome at home due to circumstances, with just my cheeky Jed and his bloodsucking(in both ways) ticks.
This brick dwelling is ALL MINE... MIINE!!!
*throws fist into air*
All my existence, I've known myself to possess one disorganized mind, messy habits, high tolerance for mess and all things(you name it, you've got it) strewn all over the country, sort of person.
*dang... just what is SO itchy around here???*
But only till one day ago, i have realized that i actually like things to be orderly, well kept and clean.
*gasps*
Discovery of self when thrown into a situation.
Just like when you put yourself in a pressure cooker or otherwise, you see yourself behave in a certain way to overcome it or deal with it.
Till Then.
*scratch, scratch.*
*mrreowwww...*
Friday, December 26, 2003
Blue.
Christmas Greetings to all ye bloggers and readers.
*bows*
Huimin:
No problem girl. Don't remember if i've mentioned this to you, but i think you can expect more to come your way in the next years... Provided you keep me updated on your whereabouts. *hint, hint*
Oh, and thank you lots for the Birthday wishes!
I feel bad about not blogging recently because Aunty Gina's on holiday and Granny's around so sibling and i have become replacement helpers.
Been Shoooo BUSY.
We are in no way seasoned helpers (but we're the season's helpers or seasonal helpers... whatever.) so we take so long just to finish up some housework.
I made lunch today.
A mix of one dish i made, (sweet and sour pork) and other stuff from the fridge.
As expected, the "haam" (means "salty" in Cantonese) girl's dish was SO SUPER haam, even Haam Girl made a face when she tried it herself. (Haam Girl=Joline)
I haven't exercised in a while.
Crudified.
Another Christmas dinner later too. Argh.
I've told this to friends and others and i'll say it again.
Christmas is a time of anticipation(there's something to look forward to, good OR bad) , glee(to some point, there will be some happiness for some people) and depression (some people just can't afford or just aren't at the receiving end of the celebrations or when people don't have relations at all) and commercialism!
With regards to personal feelings towards Christmas...
I think it has some degree of DREAD tied to it.
Stupid commercialism. They doll the malls, telly, adverts, etc... with the Big Ole' Fat St. Nicholas. A fake one too, to boot.
Hello...? Suddenly, all over the friggin' world, Santas are popping up. Surely he can't be at all places at one time, even if his reindeers were a bunch of red-eyed super sonic light speed travellers.
Kids... Please!
HAVE THEY FORGOTTEN WHY AND HOW CHRISTMAS CAME ABOUT?
JESUS IS THEE REASON.
Can't help but get annoyed with the perverted way Christmas is carried out today.
Granted though, that could be some lee way given.
I digress.
The dread factor i get comes from the fact that after Christmas day itself, everything clunks back to normality.
As if it didn't mean anything.
Just because the day itself has passed, Christmas was just another day.
It simply was just the day when the decos had played it's peak role. (in the context of commercialism)
Yet of course, they're the others.
But yet we cannot blame everyone, just because.
We can't blame the atmosphere for not continuing the Christmas spirit.
Not everyone shares the same faith or beliefs.
(does the fault lie with us christians for not reaching out hard enough? Very Subjective, won't go there.)
Commercialization has to go on.
To stop it, it would take a radical transformation that most of us can only dream of.
Perhaps it'll happen.
I have SO MANY things in my head that i wanted to say but am at a lost as my brain is going haywire.
Thoughts are running all over without stopping to be compartmentalized and be thought of more deeply.
Rambling...
No, i just need more of God.
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Odd.
In my lovely neighbourhood school,GMSS, my verbal and written expression was exceptional. I could easily put down my feelings clearly, precisely both on paper and in words. And people thoroughly get the picture.
Since i entered ACJC, my engrish went down the long kang.
My thought processes AND thoughts got more messy, disorganized. Now, i had and have reverted to simple expression that's just insufficient to express myself.
I get SO frustrated.
My language structure and vocabulary is too inadequate to draw out the picture i have in my head. The feelings and thoughts feel so trapped within me, and i have nothing but words to express myself with.
In most cases, i should have no problem with expression because words alone CAN bring forth my meaning but it's due to MY OWN LACK! MY OWN INADEQUACY!
I lack the mastery of the gab, or, the gift of the gab.
In another sense.
But looking at it another way.
I think the other root problem is my DISCONNECTION from my deep seated emotions.
Back then, i felt very much in tune with my "inner me" and expression came without struggling.
Mind and emotion worked in parallel and so i was... more fluent?
Now, my inner self is not in sync with my mind which thus brings about this difficulty.
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Had the phrase, "Lord of the Rings" playing around in my head when i realized there was another Lord of the Somethings...
*click!*
AHA!
Lord of the Flies!
You know. Someone should cleverly superimpose the two NAMES and PLOTS together and create a spoof.
Then call it "Lord of the Flings".
*throws a fist in the air and shakes it with gritted teeth*
Stone me, all ye LOTR Fans!
Having chest pains.
Nope, no stones.
Till Then.
*Adious*
*bows*
Huimin:
No problem girl. Don't remember if i've mentioned this to you, but i think you can expect more to come your way in the next years... Provided you keep me updated on your whereabouts. *hint, hint*
Oh, and thank you lots for the Birthday wishes!
I feel bad about not blogging recently because Aunty Gina's on holiday and Granny's around so sibling and i have become replacement helpers.
Been Shoooo BUSY.
We are in no way seasoned helpers (but we're the season's helpers or seasonal helpers... whatever.) so we take so long just to finish up some housework.
I made lunch today.
A mix of one dish i made, (sweet and sour pork) and other stuff from the fridge.
As expected, the "haam" (means "salty" in Cantonese) girl's dish was SO SUPER haam, even Haam Girl made a face when she tried it herself. (Haam Girl=Joline)
I haven't exercised in a while.
Crudified.
Another Christmas dinner later too. Argh.
I've told this to friends and others and i'll say it again.
Christmas is a time of anticipation(there's something to look forward to, good OR bad) , glee(to some point, there will be some happiness for some people) and depression (some people just can't afford
With regards to personal feelings towards Christmas...
I think it has some degree of DREAD tied to it.
Stupid commercialism. They doll the malls, telly, adverts, etc... with the Big Ole' Fat St. Nicholas. A fake one too, to boot.
Hello...? Suddenly, all over the friggin' world, Santas are popping up. Surely he can't be at all places at one time, even if his reindeers were a bunch of red-eyed super sonic light speed travellers.
Kids... Please!
HAVE THEY FORGOTTEN WHY AND HOW CHRISTMAS CAME ABOUT?
JESUS IS THEE REASON.
Can't help but get annoyed with the perverted way Christmas is carried out today.
Granted though, that could be some lee way given.
I digress.
The dread factor i get comes from the fact that after Christmas day itself, everything clunks back to normality.
As if it didn't mean anything.
Just because the day itself has passed, Christmas was just another day.
It simply was just the day when the decos had played it's peak role. (in the context of commercialism)
Yet of course, they're the others.
But yet we cannot blame everyone, just because.
We can't blame the atmosphere for not continuing the Christmas spirit.
Not everyone shares the same faith or beliefs.
(does the fault lie with us christians for not reaching out hard enough? Very Subjective, won't go there.)
Commercialization has to go on.
To stop it, it would take a radical transformation that most of us can only dream of.
Perhaps it'll happen.
I have SO MANY things in my head that i wanted to say but am at a lost as my brain is going haywire.
Thoughts are running all over without stopping to be compartmentalized and be thought of more deeply.
Rambling...
No, i just need more of God.
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Odd.
In my lovely neighbourhood school,GMSS, my verbal and written expression was exceptional. I could easily put down my feelings clearly, precisely both on paper and in words. And people thoroughly get the picture.
Since i entered ACJC, my engrish went down the long kang.
My thought processes AND thoughts got more messy, disorganized. Now, i had and have reverted to simple expression that's just insufficient to express myself.
I get SO frustrated.
My language structure and vocabulary is too inadequate to draw out the picture i have in my head. The feelings and thoughts feel so trapped within me, and i have nothing but words to express myself with.
In most cases, i should have no problem with expression because words alone CAN bring forth my meaning but it's due to MY OWN LACK! MY OWN INADEQUACY!
I lack the mastery of the gab, or, the gift of the gab.
In another sense.
But looking at it another way.
I think the other root problem is my DISCONNECTION from my deep seated emotions.
Back then, i felt very much in tune with my "inner me" and expression came without struggling.
Mind and emotion worked in parallel and so i was... more fluent?
Now, my inner self is not in sync with my mind which thus brings about this difficulty.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Had the phrase, "Lord of the Rings" playing around in my head when i realized there was another Lord of the Somethings...
*click!*
AHA!
Lord of the Flies!
You know. Someone should cleverly superimpose the two NAMES and PLOTS together and create a spoof.
Then call it "Lord of the Flings".
*throws a fist in the air and shakes it with gritted teeth*
Stone me, all ye LOTR Fans!
Having chest pains.
Nope, no stones.
Till Then.
*Adious*
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Grins a little madly into the Camera
Hi folks!
Thanks so much for the birthday wishes! They sure made THEE day and the days after complete. *hugs to all*
I really do appreciate them. They make me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy.
To January:
Thank you for the kind words of encouragement. I'm grateful. :-)
About Melb Uni, no problem... Anytime you feel like, ya can leave me a note.
*And Joline feels like the happiest, shiniest (think "Dove" advert. keke.) and most accepted person in the whole wide world*
A little story that hit home, regarding a topic that i feel very strongly about. I could say it is dedicated to a few people out there.
Here goes:
"A class was in session, and the topic laid down by the teacher for the next few lessons was about how the Universe, or the whole of creation, came about.
And so the teacher taught the class that the phenomena responsible for creation was the Big Bang. (yes, the Big Bang Theory)
The teacher then told the class to get into groups to do a project on it.
So 1 group got together and by sheer mastery, managed to fashion a remarkable model of the 9 planets revolving around the sun.
On the day of the presentation, the class and the teacher was awestruck and thoroughly impressed by the work of art.
The teacher then called out,
"Who did this?"
No one said a word.
Then out from the silence, the voice of a Christian boy spoke out,
"Nobody. That's what you taught us, didn't you?"
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Then, the Dog God, regal and strong, cleared his throat and spoke to all the little squirming puppies who sat as still as they could before him.
They were attending the last training session before they were due the next morning.
"If your owner scolds you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner spanks you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner yells at you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner abuses you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner abandons you: learn, love and obey."
Then Dog God thinks for a moment, silence hanging in the air, then tilted his handsome head slowly to look at the Miniature Pinscher group and said,
"But you guys are exempted."
Uh, ok. That wasn't biblical. Just a generated imaginary picture.
Heh.
Thanks so much for the birthday wishes! They sure made THEE day and the days after complete. *hugs to all*
I really do appreciate them. They make me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy.
To January:
Thank you for the kind words of encouragement. I'm grateful. :-)
About Melb Uni, no problem... Anytime you feel like, ya can leave me a note.
*And Joline feels like the happiest, shiniest (think "Dove" advert. keke.) and most accepted person in the whole wide world*
A little story that hit home, regarding a topic that i feel very strongly about. I could say it is dedicated to a few people out there.
Here goes:
"A class was in session, and the topic laid down by the teacher for the next few lessons was about how the Universe, or the whole of creation, came about.
And so the teacher taught the class that the phenomena responsible for creation was the Big Bang. (yes, the Big Bang Theory)
The teacher then told the class to get into groups to do a project on it.
So 1 group got together and by sheer mastery, managed to fashion a remarkable model of the 9 planets revolving around the sun.
On the day of the presentation, the class and the teacher was awestruck and thoroughly impressed by the work of art.
The teacher then called out,
"Who did this?"
No one said a word.
Then out from the silence, the voice of a Christian boy spoke out,
"Nobody. That's what you taught us, didn't you?"
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Then, the Dog God, regal and strong, cleared his throat and spoke to all the little squirming puppies who sat as still as they could before him.
They were attending the last training session before they were due the next morning.
"If your owner scolds you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner spanks you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner yells at you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner abuses you: learn, love and obey.
If your owner abandons you: learn, love and obey."
Then Dog God thinks for a moment, silence hanging in the air, then tilted his handsome head slowly to look at the Miniature Pinscher group and said,
"But you guys are exempted."
Uh, ok. That wasn't biblical. Just a generated imaginary picture.
Heh.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Hormonal?
Am waiting for my mom to call as i know she'll prolly need my help to carry groceries.
For some strange reason, i'm feeling so low.
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low.
Righty-oh. Forna goh, Bhishy boh, grovel foh.
-donk-
Yesterday was: the FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF THE ACJC BATCH OF 2002'S PROM NIGHT.
So, my pals from class SC10 came over to spend the night to celebrate.
The 9th of December.
It's our officially set date for our Annual Sleep Over.
We had such a nice time yakking and bonding. But suprisingly, we didn't yak too far into the night.
The strange thing was that there wasn't really much to say.
Sure, two friends, (dot, dot, dot...) ever since the advent of university life, have been having more colourful and eventful existences.
WE all know why.
I guess the majority didn't have very much going on, hence the lack of juicy tit bits.
So we snoozed till about 10am and went to C. for brunch. Following which, we went to shop at jp.
I didn't know OP had such nice clothes.
Guess i've been avoiding OP because SO many people wear it and i hate looking like a mass manufactured copy.
However, thanks (OR no thanks, too) to my bigger-than-most-girls'-build, i look different even with the same clothes.
But still.
"This Fashion" has FINALLY realised that not every girl is anorexic.
The weather was SUCH a dampener. -tsk-tsk-
Gloomy, Bloomy, Floomy. Gah.
It be strange.
I had a great time with my pals, but SOMEHOW. I feel oddly sad. Melancholic. It's so hard to describe.
I HATE IT WHEN I CAN'T PUT HOW I FEEL INTO WORDS!
THEN HOW ELSE CAN I COMMUNICATE???
I NEED THAT INVENTION.
Let me try to list the cocktail:
- a sense of loss.
- something tells me some piece is missing.
- odd. Just ODD.
- Lonely.
- Messy mind with a whole barrage of emotions.
- Something seems unresolved.
- The knowledge that serious things are happening.
- Unbalanced.
- Dread.
Maybe i'm just getting hormonal which amplifies all the SAD SAD things.
Maybe it's the impending year end.
Maybe it's the approaching Christmas Day, that has been so commercialized, it's VULGAR.
Maybe it's the weather.
Maybe it's the returning of normality which i fear.
Maybe i'm lonely and wish i had someone to share my life with.
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To WEizhen:
THANKS A MILL! Yesh. Happy Hols. Woo hoo...
To Germz:
Yep, i am GLAD that hard work paid off.
But God is gracious...
HAPPY HOLS WOR.....................................
I haven't seen u in such a long time. I've met Betty and the library gang already.
WHERE'RE YOU???
Gone huh?
To Liting:
yoyo woman!!!!!!!!!!! HA! the sleepover was GREAT sister! Moments spent together really made me appreciate every second of it. And seeing each one of us leave was kind of sad. But of course it had to happen anyway.
Oh, thanks for bringing me to the $1 shop. Worh.................. A place i'll never forget.
To Alwyn:
Thanks a lot! *big grin* I hope i will do better when i move over to SIM.
Yay.
I *HOPE* that the SPF will STILL be wanting Senior Police Officers by the time i graduate. Keeping in mind that i am aiming and psyching myself for a Masters degree, i have a loooong journey ahead.
Wanna go as far as possible. Whee hoo.
As for Coast Guard. Ooo hoo hoo.
A lot of mixed feelings about that.
I'm ok to some extent about the sea sickness thingy. But i know that it's no use feeling sick 35-40% of the time when i'm suppose to be operationally ready for action. I know you managed to get over it, and gosh, wish i could do that. :-)
But yeah, i would prefer something more community (literally) based so doing things on mainland would be better.
But as you've said, just join for 2 or 3 years to get dough for my own Psych clinic.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...
Then again, i gave a little thought about being a psychologist and it striked me as something awful scary. (i can be a coward really)
Analysis of a human being's state of mind is such a fragile process. And the human mind, though in its human inadequacy, is still amazing in its own right.
Argh... i wouldn't want to make a mistake and get horribly screwed and sued.
Giving a diagnosis, probing the mind's recesses, and the assortment of other things, carries a lot of responsibility.
It is scary. Aaagh.
To Huimin:
THANKS SO MUCH GAL!!! And CONGRATS to you TOO. You dunnit!
WEll, i think that i would have had to score pretty high on my first assignment if i were to get a Dist. I Looking at it, i think i got a credit for my exam so it kinda evened things out. So to get a overall Dist, i would've had to score but anyway... it's all over and i'm glad it payed off. Not forgetting, thanks to God.
Who sustained me.
Wanted to continue with Scribbles' Wait is Over - Part 3, but i need to go... So, ta ta!
Till then.
*hug and a smile!*
For some strange reason, i'm feeling so low.
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low.
Righty-oh. Forna goh, Bhishy boh, grovel foh.
-donk-
Yesterday was: the FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF THE ACJC BATCH OF 2002'S PROM NIGHT.
So, my pals from class SC10 came over to spend the night to celebrate.
The 9th of December.
It's our officially set date for our Annual Sleep Over.
We had such a nice time yakking and bonding. But suprisingly, we didn't yak too far into the night.
The strange thing was that there wasn't really much to say.
Sure, two friends, (dot, dot, dot...) ever since the advent of university life, have been having more colourful and eventful existences.
WE all know why.
I guess the majority didn't have very much going on, hence the lack of juicy tit bits.
So we snoozed till about 10am and went to C. for brunch. Following which, we went to shop at jp.
I didn't know OP had such nice clothes.
Guess i've been avoiding OP because SO many people wear it and i hate looking like a mass manufactured copy.
However, thanks (OR no thanks, too) to my bigger-than-most-girls'-build, i look different even with the same clothes.
But still.
"This Fashion" has FINALLY realised that not every girl is anorexic.
The weather was SUCH a dampener. -tsk-tsk-
Gloomy, Bloomy, Floomy. Gah.
It be strange.
I had a great time with my pals, but SOMEHOW. I feel oddly sad. Melancholic. It's so hard to describe.
I HATE IT WHEN I CAN'T PUT HOW I FEEL INTO WORDS!
THEN HOW ELSE CAN I COMMUNICATE???
I NEED THAT INVENTION.
Let me try to list the cocktail:
- a sense of loss.
- something tells me some piece is missing.
- odd. Just ODD.
- Lonely.
- Messy mind with a whole barrage of emotions.
- Something seems unresolved.
- The knowledge that serious things are happening.
- Unbalanced.
- Dread.
Maybe i'm just getting hormonal which amplifies all the SAD SAD things.
Maybe it's the impending year end.
Maybe it's the approaching Christmas Day, that has been so commercialized, it's VULGAR.
Maybe it's the weather.
Maybe it's the returning of normality which i fear.
Maybe i'm lonely and wish i had someone to share my life with.
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To WEizhen:
THANKS A MILL! Yesh. Happy Hols. Woo hoo...
To Germz:
Yep, i am GLAD that hard work paid off.
But God is gracious...
HAPPY HOLS WOR.....................................
I haven't seen u in such a long time. I've met Betty and the library gang already.
WHERE'RE YOU???
Gone huh?
To Liting:
yoyo woman!!!!!!!!!!! HA! the sleepover was GREAT sister! Moments spent together really made me appreciate every second of it. And seeing each one of us leave was kind of sad. But of course it had to happen anyway.
Oh, thanks for bringing me to the $1 shop. Worh.................. A place i'll never forget.
To Alwyn:
Thanks a lot! *big grin* I hope i will do better when i move over to SIM.
Yay.
I *HOPE* that the SPF will STILL be wanting Senior Police Officers by the time i graduate. Keeping in mind that i am aiming and psyching myself for a Masters degree, i have a loooong journey ahead.
Wanna go as far as possible. Whee hoo.
As for Coast Guard. Ooo hoo hoo.
A lot of mixed feelings about that.
I'm ok to some extent about the sea sickness thingy. But i know that it's no use feeling sick 35-40% of the time when i'm suppose to be operationally ready for action. I know you managed to get over it, and gosh, wish i could do that. :-)
But yeah, i would prefer something more community (literally) based so doing things on mainland would be better.
But as you've said, just join for 2 or 3 years to get dough for my own Psych clinic.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...
Then again, i gave a little thought about being a psychologist and it striked me as something awful scary. (i can be a coward really)
Analysis of a human being's state of mind is such a fragile process. And the human mind, though in its human inadequacy, is still amazing in its own right.
Argh... i wouldn't want to make a mistake and get horribly screwed and sued.
Giving a diagnosis, probing the mind's recesses, and the assortment of other things, carries a lot of responsibility.
It is scary. Aaagh.
To Huimin:
THANKS SO MUCH GAL!!! And CONGRATS to you TOO. You dunnit!
WEll, i think that i would have had to score pretty high on my first assignment if i were to get a Dist. I Looking at it, i think i got a credit for my exam so it kinda evened things out. So to get a overall Dist, i would've had to score but anyway... it's all over and i'm glad it payed off. Not forgetting, thanks to God.
Who sustained me.
Wanted to continue with Scribbles' Wait is Over - Part 3, but i need to go... So, ta ta!
Till then.
*hug and a smile!*
Friday, December 05, 2003
And All Seems Well...
I'VE GOTTEN MY RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANKS AND PRAISE BE UNTO GOD THE MOST HIGH. ALL GLORY GOES TO HIM, AND HIM ALONE.
I couldn't have done it without God. Never in my own strength but in His.
Ok, my grades aren't as spectacular as most might expect.
What makes me happy, is that i hit my target and that's all i ask for.
When i put an amount of effort into something, i would expect the results to show it.
I got a...
C (Credit) for Sociology:
Something that is somewhat an achievement for me as i was never really much good at GP essays nor am i that eloquent and expressive with words. I put things very simply, in simple english without trying to sound arty farty, and i don't write "like a (blah)-logist".
In my opinion, reading some references i had to, it seems like blah-logists are merely talking/rambling to themselves as they write. Could hardly grasp their point. I wonder why people are so impressed with that and say "wah, cheem cheem", when they really can write it simply. For the benefit of everyone.
HA, maybe i'm just a sour grape because i don't possess their level of dexterity.
D (Distinction) for Psychology:
WHOOPEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gads... I was pretty upset as most will know, after the paper. It screwed my mood some.
But lookie!!!
Oh, Thank the Lord.
Not sure about you guys, but sometimes, have you ever came to a point when you want to thank God so much that suddenly, you find that words are so meaningless and insufficient to convey how much you want to say?
It doesn't happen only when a good thing happens.
But it happens also when you think and REALIZE how great our God is.
WHO he is. And not just what he has done.
I'm so glad God can see right through me and understand my heart's, souls's and spirit's language.
I do admit that along the way, there had been distractions of all sorts and i was fooling around a little more than i should be.
But when i mugged, i mugged.
But i could have mugged more.
Anyhow.
Hi January!!!
Thanks for the bit there about them majors. Got me worrying to no end. Was worrying because i thought that for employers to first even bother to consider me, i'd need a reasonably good looking certificate as i've not much of working experience save the 5 months at The Bodyshop. (ha.)
OH YEAH. i keep forgetting about answering your question on what would a credit, distinction, etc be in Monash.
As far as i know, i think it is like this: (not sure if it applies to both Socio and Psych, but i have a good feeling it does)
High Distinction: 80-100
Distinction: 70-79
Credit: 60-69
Pass:50-59
N: 0-49
Does Melbourne Uni have something similar?
AH YES.
I finally got to watch The Matrix Revolutions.
KEANU REEVES!!!
Ah ok. I couldn't continue without saying the above's name first. i have loved him since i was born.
-blush-
I've got a 2 page... erm... picture "gallery"... -cough-
Well, as someone highly used to satisfying movies, Revolutions didn't quite quench my thirst for the "right" kind of end.
But kudos to the Wachowski Brothers who created The Matrix saga, chucking in tons of information, underlying meanings and philosophy without explicitly drawing a picture at the end to create that "right" end, i admit, would've liked.
Ahwell.
I recommend this site, www.thematrix101.com for people interested to read more about and hopefully find answers to your questions regarding the movie. It's got suggestions as to what it could have meant here and there. Read slowly.
Enjoy.
But man... Keanu was in the movie only 35-40% of the time. That be so odd.
For now, i shall be looking forward to Lord of the Rings.
Considering going for the trilogy marathon, if there's one.
Hey Alwyn!
Ha, thanks for the views on the brighter side of things.
Ah hah, have not bought an Epson or Xerox printer yet... That probably describes the reason why i've not discovered those gems.
Oh, i forgot. Your imitation of dear Mr Khor sure got me laughing though it's a well known fact that he speaks like that.
WEll... i guess for my first job and hopefully, i won't be job hopping or anything.. but yeah, i'm gonna have to somewhat rely on their(employers, aka SPF) acceptance first. Need dough mate!
Oh, i'm not going to Rome... Though that'd be a real special experience! But i think it's so -wow- that studying the amphitheatre of Rome, the Colosseum, could be part of my study in my first module in SIM. We get to do philosophy, music, poetry, art and other stuff i can't remember... WHee hoo!
Later.
THANKS AND PRAISE BE UNTO GOD THE MOST HIGH. ALL GLORY GOES TO HIM, AND HIM ALONE.
I couldn't have done it without God. Never in my own strength but in His.
Ok, my grades aren't as spectacular as most might expect.
What makes me happy, is that i hit my target and that's all i ask for.
When i put an amount of effort into something, i would expect the results to show it.
I got a...
C (Credit) for Sociology:
Something that is somewhat an achievement for me as i was never really much good at GP essays nor am i that eloquent and expressive with words. I put things very simply, in simple english without trying to sound arty farty, and i don't write "like a (blah)-logist".
In my opinion, reading some references i had to, it seems like blah-logists are merely talking/rambling to themselves as they write. Could hardly grasp their point. I wonder why people are so impressed with that and say "wah, cheem cheem", when they really can write it simply. For the benefit of everyone.
HA, maybe i'm just a sour grape because i don't possess their level of dexterity.
D (Distinction) for Psychology:
WHOOPEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gads... I was pretty upset as most will know, after the paper. It screwed my mood some.
But lookie!!!
Oh, Thank the Lord.
Not sure about you guys, but sometimes, have you ever came to a point when you want to thank God so much that suddenly, you find that words are so meaningless and insufficient to convey how much you want to say?
It doesn't happen only when a good thing happens.
But it happens also when you think and REALIZE how great our God is.
WHO he is. And not just what he has done.
I'm so glad God can see right through me and understand my heart's, souls's and spirit's language.
I do admit that along the way, there had been distractions of all sorts and i was fooling around a little more than i should be.
But when i mugged, i mugged.
But i could have mugged more.
Anyhow.
Hi January!!!
Thanks for the bit there about them majors. Got me worrying to no end. Was worrying because i thought that for employers to first even bother to consider me, i'd need a reasonably good looking certificate as i've not much of working experience save the 5 months at The Bodyshop. (ha.)
OH YEAH. i keep forgetting about answering your question on what would a credit, distinction, etc be in Monash.
As far as i know, i think it is like this: (not sure if it applies to both Socio and Psych, but i have a good feeling it does)
High Distinction: 80-100
Distinction: 70-79
Credit: 60-69
Pass:50-59
N: 0-49
Does Melbourne Uni have something similar?
AH YES.
I finally got to watch The Matrix Revolutions.
KEANU REEVES!!!
Ah ok. I couldn't continue without saying the above's name first. i have loved him since i was born.
-blush-
I've got a 2 page... erm... picture "gallery"... -cough-
Well, as someone highly used to satisfying movies, Revolutions didn't quite quench my thirst for the "right" kind of end.
But kudos to the Wachowski Brothers who created The Matrix saga, chucking in tons of information, underlying meanings and philosophy without explicitly drawing a picture at the end to create that "right" end, i admit, would've liked.
Ahwell.
I recommend this site, www.thematrix101.com for people interested to read more about and hopefully find answers to your questions regarding the movie. It's got suggestions as to what it could have meant here and there. Read slowly.
Enjoy.
But man... Keanu was in the movie only 35-40% of the time. That be so odd.
For now, i shall be looking forward to Lord of the Rings.
Considering going for the trilogy marathon, if there's one.
Hey Alwyn!
Ha, thanks for the views on the brighter side of things.
Ah hah, have not bought an Epson or Xerox printer yet... That probably describes the reason why i've not discovered those gems.
Oh, i forgot. Your imitation of dear Mr Khor sure got me laughing though it's a well known fact that he speaks like that.
WEll... i guess for my first job and hopefully, i won't be job hopping or anything.. but yeah, i'm gonna have to somewhat rely on their(employers, aka SPF) acceptance first. Need dough mate!
Oh, i'm not going to Rome... Though that'd be a real special experience! But i think it's so -wow- that studying the amphitheatre of Rome, the Colosseum, could be part of my study in my first module in SIM. We get to do philosophy, music, poetry, art and other stuff i can't remember... WHee hoo!
Later.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Itty Bitties
I am in worrywort mode.
I am in worrywort mode.
I am in worrywort mode.
I am in worrywort mode.
H-----M-----P-----H.
In a why-am-I-blogging mode but I want to because I want to throw things outta my head...
out out out out out out out out out out out out.
"Out Damned Spot!"
As they say, though i THINK not the exact words, or is it? DOes it constitute "on other pastures"?
"The grass is always greener on the other side"
When I was in TMC, I longed for SIM.
Now I'm at SIM, I feel a twinge of regret.
NOW, the content of the next few paras is enough to make my own eyes roll, so... Watch it.
Then again, don't (watch it). If you get what I mean.
To anyone who's reading: to spare yourself someone else's crap, SKIP.
The regret... Why?
Ok, let's face the fact that the degree I gave up was one from Monash, a well respected and accepted university.
Whereas the Open University is a less "traditional" university.
At Monash, I could major in 2 areas,
while in SIM, I do a large module on Arts and the rest is on Psychology.
Though in SIM I can focus on Psych and read sociology for knowledge with no pressure,
Ultimately, my employers won't know that I have such knowledge because it wasn't tested on thus not on my certificate.
This is so dumb.
It's so totally nonsensical and fickle!
But anyway, I tell myself this.
As long as I do all I can, my best, and GET THE NICE LOOKING GRADES FOR MY MODULES, things in general should not be too negative.
See.
Even if I got my Monash degree but didn't do well, what good would that do me.
Therefore, i shall focus on: Quality and less image.
I'm just going to forget the past, MOVE AHEAD on the path before me, and perform to the best of my ability.
I will obtain my Honours and on to my Masters.
Being plagued by such worrysome worries, i'm beginning to wonder if this is really God's Will, this path.
I was thinking:
Is this just the fruit of my own struggle or is it a path truly opened by God? And was the struggle against God's Will entirely? If so, then i don't think i want to go down my self constructed road.
Or maybe i'm just getting hormonal.
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I hope i brought some contentment to the World today.
Or at least more $ into the uncle's pocket.
See, I've been paying the Pasar Malam at Clementi quite a number of visits already in the last few days.
Each time, i definitely buy stuff to eat. Of which were CHICKEN WINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I ADORE chicken wings...
Give me nice ones and i'll be a happy dong.
Anyway, i went down today on my own and bought me 2 chicken wings.
So, happy Joline sits alone, biting slowly and sensually into each chicken wing as the world goes by in total oblivion...
(at this very point: i think a few households have become gathering places for virile young men to scream at the television set, watching 22 chaps going head over heels over a ball of a few inches in diameter)
Well, mostly it was oblivious, but i did notice people looking at me.
Be Happy. Be contented. Buy a Chicken Wing.
Hm...
What's the difference between, Miss Earth, Miss World and Miss Universe?
Ok, i guess ONE difference could be the basis for selection.
Eg. Miss Earth cares for the environment while Miss Universe cares for the Universe(iow, EVERYTHING)... So it differs in scope.
-incredulous face-
I am a layman when it comes to such things. So i can't help but wonder what on Earth these pageants are for.
Being the critic of things... Shall poke at the pageants.
1. Why do we need THE EPITOME of so-called beauty and "brains" to be involved in changes in environment, society, etc. We have politicians, specialists and other normal, everyday people who are into it FULL TIME and are more devoted to taking care of such things. Sure, maybe the media NEEDS the Pweety Pweety face for endorsement but that just shows how big time shallow the media is.
2. For voyeuristic purposes
3. Spending of all that money which could have been channelled to more worthy causes....................... LIKE the CHARITIES that they profess to support or WILL support.
4. Sometimes... it just don't do the girls no good. Those who need to study the 10 year series' on "Questions that may come out on Beauty Pageants" join them pageants at their own risks and own demise.
I laugh in their faces. Ha. Ha. Ha.
5. So... Miss Earth consists of a few contestants from the "distinguished" nations? So... Miss World compells ALL nations to send a representative to take part? So... Miss Universe involves aliens from other planets in disguise to take part too? Some can look like aliens, as a matter of fact.
6. Ok, enough suaning.
Uhmph.
Colosseum of Rome... Here i come.
Till Then.
*moans at eye bags... looks like no miss singapore pageant for me... Bleah. Heh.*
I am in worrywort mode.
I am in worrywort mode.
I am in worrywort mode.
H-----M-----P-----H.
In a why-am-I-blogging mode but I want to because I want to throw things outta my head...
out out out out out out out out out out out out.
"Out Damned Spot!"
As they say, though i THINK not the exact words, or is it? DOes it constitute "on other pastures"?
"The grass is always greener on the other side"
When I was in TMC, I longed for SIM.
Now I'm at SIM, I feel a twinge of regret.
NOW, the content of the next few paras is enough to make my own eyes roll, so... Watch it.
Then again, don't (watch it). If you get what I mean.
To anyone who's reading: to spare yourself someone else's crap, SKIP.
The regret... Why?
Ok, let's face the fact that the degree I gave up was one from Monash, a well respected and accepted university.
Whereas the Open University is a less "traditional" university.
At Monash, I could major in 2 areas,
while in SIM, I do a large module on Arts and the rest is on Psychology.
Though in SIM I can focus on Psych and read sociology for knowledge with no pressure,
Ultimately, my employers won't know that I have such knowledge because it wasn't tested on thus not on my certificate.
This is so dumb.
It's so totally nonsensical and fickle!
But anyway, I tell myself this.
As long as I do all I can, my best, and GET THE NICE LOOKING GRADES FOR MY MODULES, things in general should not be too negative.
See.
Even if I got my Monash degree but didn't do well, what good would that do me.
Therefore, i shall focus on: Quality and less image.
I'm just going to forget the past, MOVE AHEAD on the path before me, and perform to the best of my ability.
I will obtain my Honours and on to my Masters.
Being plagued by such worrysome worries, i'm beginning to wonder if this is really God's Will, this path.
I was thinking:
Is this just the fruit of my own struggle or is it a path truly opened by God? And was the struggle against God's Will entirely? If so, then i don't think i want to go down my self constructed road.
Or maybe i'm just getting hormonal.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I hope i brought some contentment to the World today.
Or at least more $ into the uncle's pocket.
See, I've been paying the Pasar Malam at Clementi quite a number of visits already in the last few days.
Each time, i definitely buy stuff to eat. Of which were CHICKEN WINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I ADORE chicken wings...
Give me nice ones and i'll be a happy dong.
Anyway, i went down today on my own and bought me 2 chicken wings.
So, happy Joline sits alone, biting slowly and sensually into each chicken wing as the world goes by in total oblivion...
(at this very point: i think a few households have become gathering places for virile young men to scream at the television set, watching 22 chaps going head over heels over a ball of a few inches in diameter)
Well, mostly it was oblivious, but i did notice people looking at me.
Be Happy. Be contented. Buy a Chicken Wing.
Hm...
What's the difference between, Miss Earth, Miss World and Miss Universe?
Ok, i guess ONE difference could be the basis for selection.
Eg. Miss Earth cares for the environment while Miss Universe cares for the Universe(iow, EVERYTHING)... So it differs in scope.
-incredulous face-
I am a layman when it comes to such things. So i can't help but wonder what on Earth these pageants are for.
Being the critic of things... Shall poke at the pageants.
1. Why do we need THE EPITOME of so-called beauty and "brains" to be involved in changes in environment, society, etc. We have politicians, specialists and other normal, everyday people who are into it FULL TIME and are more devoted to taking care of such things. Sure, maybe the media NEEDS the Pweety Pweety face for endorsement but that just shows how big time shallow the media is.
2. For voyeuristic purposes
3. Spending of all that money which could have been channelled to more worthy causes....................... LIKE the CHARITIES that they profess to support or WILL support.
4. Sometimes... it just don't do the girls no good. Those who need to study the 10 year series' on "Questions that may come out on Beauty Pageants" join them pageants at their own risks and own demise.
I laugh in their faces. Ha. Ha. Ha.
5. So... Miss Earth consists of a few contestants from the "distinguished" nations? So... Miss World compells ALL nations to send a representative to take part? So... Miss Universe involves aliens from other planets in disguise to take part too? Some can look like aliens, as a matter of fact.
6. Ok, enough suaning.
Uhmph.
Colosseum of Rome... Here i come.
Till Then.
*moans at eye bags... looks like no miss singapore pageant for me... Bleah. Heh.*
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Scribbles' Wait is Over-Part 2
January:
True. Least when we've gotten and done all that we need, as adults there's an element of settling down.
Then again, there're uncertainties all over. Just depends on the kind.
Perhaps uncertainties of the young are more abominable?
Alwyn:
Ooohhhh.............. I see i see.
Interesting...
Hm, i'd like to see it in action to get a better picture. Wonder if i can catch biking stuff on cable.
Me--->physics idiot. Dropped it within a few weeks of doing trip sci. *sigh*
Right.
I just took my first step to doing something i stayed away from since after the 'A's. Really dumb of me because i'd be absolutely free to complete it back then... but fear had gripped me like a vice.
Ok, so i've enrolled into the Bukit Batok Driving Centre a while ago.
*runs around in circles screaming and waving my arms in the air like a ninny*
--------Aaagh!--------
Why had i been so afraid?
1. All along, i've been having a bad bad bad bad bad impression of the driving centre. (Sleazy and coarse men, and dirty whatever elses...etc)
2. I'd screw up at every second. You know, poor judgement and langah everything within a 3m radius.
3. That hor, the uncle uncle rye... he dunno how to tell me plorperly how to drive then hah, i go: "what? what? Sorry? Again?" and then hor, i crash into the barrier, then i fay-loh like nobordy business.
Or...
4. Joline the Famous Blur Sotong Queen strikes again. When it's no one else's fault but her own.
I hope to pass my test real quick and give my grandmama a shock.
Grandmama: HAH? Ah Jo driving?
I've successfully psychoed a lot of people into thinking that i'm going to be screaming at the wheel and covering my eyes like a deranged monkey.
In other words, Joline is a danger to society when behind the wheels.
Roller Coaster rides anyone?
Just make sure you have your insurance, IC at hand and money to pay for my petrol and i'll take you.
Strange, there was something that made an entrance into my grey thingy but it got lost and hopped over to Forgetland over the night. Rats.
And there're no cues available for retrieval.
Invention
Not too long ago, there was a newspaper article on this man who is supposedly the first (though i think the world is so big he might not be the first... So the first to get publicity i suppose) person to have a microchip stuck in his grey matter.
(Anyway, i LOVE The Matrix soundtrack. LOUD. Strong Beats. Head Nod Inducing. Suits my mood and the weather)
And if i don't remember wrongly, with this chip, it's going to enable people to do a lot more than just turn on the lights.
I think it was somewhere along the lines of talking to each other using the mind directly. AAGh, can't remember again but it should be there some.
Yeah. And it brought to mind an "invention" i thought of back in secondary school.
Apparently for english (back then in sec sch) we were focusing on issues of science and technology.
So, we were all suppose to come up with something.
I thought up a simple idea of the human being able to slot tapes of sorts into their brains.
Purpose: So that all people, male and female, will be able to understand how the other feels EXACTLY.
How it Works: You just stick a tape into your head and record all emotions, thoughts and ideas. Following which, you stick the tape into the recipients head. And he/she'll process it.
It's kinda crude to use TAPES when you think of it now, but because back then i wasn't too into gadgets. So tapes sufficed.
But with the invention of chips, looks like the idea is within reach...
So, it wasn't all cock and bull was it?
And i got a measly 6 over 10 for my idea.
Sheesh.
Do i have the mind of a SCIENTIST??? DO I? DO I?
*grins and rolls eyes all over*
*Ka-Ching!*
Ape Man's Evolution
I know i like to just think transiently of certain subjects because i'm a self professed lazy bum. (or... owner of a lazy brain)
Absurd but do i care...
One of those wonderings that people with too much time on their hands/people with dreamy heads, think about.
If scientists say that Ape Man changed to adapt to his environment. I'd love to propose this.
1.Ok. Say we have group of very very very DEDICATED scientists in this area.
2. Pick a healthy, suitable ape species.
3. And integrate it into society.
4. WATCH IT reproduce and evolve.
Ok, so i know that's crappish/nutty/ding dong/Joline-r-u-ok? because evolution doesn't just occur within a century or two or three.
Anyway, Dedicated Scientists eh, right?
So, how about signing a contract to dedicate their entire lives and future generations for the next few millenium to this hypothesis?
Perhaps somewhere along the line, and not to entire supposed human transformation, there may be some observable changes, if it is true.
Fun...
*Oooooo...* >--<*o*>--<
/
my little alien
Your soul is bound to the Rose Petals: The
Wronged.
"'ve come undone and all hopes of mending
me are gone because the pain took my soul.
Can't you see? The only one who can put me
back together again is me."
The Rose Petals are associated with sorrow,
reflection, and wisdom. They are governed by
the goddess Persephone and their sign is The
Teardrop, or Broken Love.
As a Rose Petal, you are always self-reflective and
may be hard on yourself. You probably have
been hurt in the past by other people and can
sometimes distance yourself, as a result. You
don't usually let other get too close to you,
but you are very good at mending your spirits
back together by yourself.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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-nods-
Element of truth be spoken.
But the Goddess? Nay.
Man, i need to exercise.
Am just expanding and expanding.
I love the wind.
Don't know if i should continue.
My running shoes are beckoning.
Later.
True. Least when we've gotten and done all that we need, as adults there's an element of settling down.
Then again, there're uncertainties all over. Just depends on the kind.
Perhaps uncertainties of the young are more abominable?
Alwyn:
Ooohhhh.............. I see i see.
Interesting...
Hm, i'd like to see it in action to get a better picture. Wonder if i can catch biking stuff on cable.
Me--->physics idiot. Dropped it within a few weeks of doing trip sci. *sigh*
Right.
I just took my first step to doing something i stayed away from since after the 'A's. Really dumb of me because i'd be absolutely free to complete it back then... but fear had gripped me like a vice.
Ok, so i've enrolled into the Bukit Batok Driving Centre a while ago.
*runs around in circles screaming and waving my arms in the air like a ninny*
--------Aaagh!--------
Why had i been so afraid?
1. All along, i've been having a bad bad bad bad bad impression of the driving centre. (Sleazy and coarse men, and dirty whatever elses...etc)
2. I'd screw up at every second. You know, poor judgement and langah everything within a 3m radius.
3. That hor, the uncle uncle rye... he dunno how to tell me plorperly how to drive then hah, i go: "what? what? Sorry? Again?" and then hor, i crash into the barrier, then i fay-loh like nobordy business.
Or...
4. Joline the Famous Blur Sotong Queen strikes again. When it's no one else's fault but her own.
I hope to pass my test real quick and give my grandmama a shock.
Grandmama: HAH? Ah Jo driving?
I've successfully psychoed a lot of people into thinking that i'm going to be screaming at the wheel and covering my eyes like a deranged monkey.
In other words, Joline is a danger to society when behind the wheels.
Roller Coaster rides anyone?
Just make sure you have your insurance, IC at hand and money to pay for my petrol and i'll take you.
Strange, there was something that made an entrance into my grey thingy but it got lost and hopped over to Forgetland over the night. Rats.
And there're no cues available for retrieval.
Invention
Not too long ago, there was a newspaper article on this man who is supposedly the first (though i think the world is so big he might not be the first... So the first to get publicity i suppose) person to have a microchip stuck in his grey matter.
(Anyway, i LOVE The Matrix soundtrack. LOUD. Strong Beats. Head Nod Inducing. Suits my mood and the weather)
And if i don't remember wrongly, with this chip, it's going to enable people to do a lot more than just turn on the lights.
I think it was somewhere along the lines of talking to each other using the mind directly. AAGh, can't remember again but it should be there some.
Yeah. And it brought to mind an "invention" i thought of back in secondary school.
Apparently for english (back then in sec sch) we were focusing on issues of science and technology.
So, we were all suppose to come up with something.
I thought up a simple idea of the human being able to slot tapes of sorts into their brains.
Purpose: So that all people, male and female, will be able to understand how the other feels EXACTLY.
How it Works: You just stick a tape into your head and record all emotions, thoughts and ideas. Following which, you stick the tape into the recipients head. And he/she'll process it.
It's kinda crude to use TAPES when you think of it now, but because back then i wasn't too into gadgets. So tapes sufficed.
But with the invention of chips, looks like the idea is within reach...
So, it wasn't all cock and bull was it?
And i got a measly 6 over 10 for my idea.
Sheesh.
Do i have the mind of a SCIENTIST??? DO I? DO I?
*grins and rolls eyes all over*
*Ka-Ching!*
Ape Man's Evolution
I know i like to just think transiently of certain subjects because i'm a self professed lazy bum. (or... owner of a lazy brain)
Absurd but do i care...
One of those wonderings that people with too much time on their hands/people with dreamy heads, think about.
If scientists say that Ape Man changed to adapt to his environment. I'd love to propose this.
1.Ok. Say we have group of very very very DEDICATED scientists in this area.
2. Pick a healthy, suitable ape species.
3. And integrate it into society.
4. WATCH IT reproduce and evolve.
Ok, so i know that's crappish/nutty/ding dong/Joline-r-u-ok? because evolution doesn't just occur within a century or two or three.
Anyway, Dedicated Scientists eh, right?
So, how about signing a contract to dedicate their entire lives and future generations for the next few millenium to this hypothesis?
Perhaps somewhere along the line, and not to entire supposed human transformation, there may be some observable changes, if it is true.
Fun...
*Oooooo...* >--<*o*>--<
/
my little alien
Your soul is bound to the Rose Petals: The
Wronged.
"'ve come undone and all hopes of mending
me are gone because the pain took my soul.
Can't you see? The only one who can put me
back together again is me."
The Rose Petals are associated with sorrow,
reflection, and wisdom. They are governed by
the goddess Persephone and their sign is The
Teardrop, or Broken Love.
As a Rose Petal, you are always self-reflective and
may be hard on yourself. You probably have
been hurt in the past by other people and can
sometimes distance yourself, as a result. You
don't usually let other get too close to you,
but you are very good at mending your spirits
back together by yourself.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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-nods-
Element of truth be spoken.
But the Goddess? Nay.
Man, i need to exercise.
Am just expanding and expanding.
I love the wind.
Don't know if i should continue.
My running shoes are beckoning.
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Scribbles' Wait is Over
Working Life
To think that i am a mere 4 years (i take it to be as such because i am psychoing meself to get my honours) away from working life is something that i am both raring to get at as well as chewing my nails over.
To date, i think i'm still very much the kid and i have lots more to learn about. Many people my age have grown to be very independent and self reliant whereas i feel as i'm choking on my mom's apron strings.
For one, i need to be more confident and street smart. Life with too much protection made me too much of an obedient kid to the point of being detrimental.
Basically, i'm scared of the big bad world.
Yeah, so it's strange that this fella wants a go at being a cop. <*-*>
But i'm seeing it as a way for me to be forced out of thy comfort zone and bite the bullet.
Then again, i may be more than 4 years away. Hm, yes. Actually, am aiming for Masters.
ANYWAY. Yes, as i was saying.
I can't really imagine myself being an ADULT, so to speak.
With working life and adulthood comes a whole barrage and array of responsibilities.
One thing that i feel that features a lot in adulthood is the Finances bit.
GADS, and that's the one thing i hate to sit through to know about though it is of paramount importance.
Finances:
1. Investments
2. Savings for future things like housing, family and children and education, old age...etc
3. Convenience stuff like a car.
4. Insurance
5. Helping to pay loans
.
.
List pretty much goes on.
ARGH.
I long for the taste of adulthood and the knowledge that my life is but one.
That the only PERSON who is responsible for me--is me.
The thought seems a lonely one come to think of it.
Sooner of later, bloodkin will fade.
And you'll be alone.
On the other hand, i can't fathom the ceasing of being the kid.
You know, everything comes easy and i'm sufficiently supported.
Just mug.
Our "Multi-National" Home
This came as a thought while studying for the exams.
As usual, any thoughts other then mugging-worth would come.
Our house has seen:
1. China Nurses
2. A Chinese lady and her 3 Chinese-Afro-American sons (her husband is Afro-American)
3. Two pastors--> One Mongolian and one Korean
4. Filipinos
Can't remember if we've had more.
But it is really cool having people from different parts of the world come to our home.
It's not everyday that people like me meet others who're from so far away!
The 2 pastors came to our home to stay a while, for some reason or other. They were nice to have around although i personally hardly spoke to them.
Brought them out for dinner and such and introduced them to seafood.
Apparently, the Mongolian pastor, whose name is pronounced as "Mai-de", has never seen prawns before because if not wrong, i think Mongolia is way way way inland.
Gave them Durians to try too. HAHHAA.......
Mai-de didn't SEEM to have problems while Pastor Huang (the Korean) made an awful face.
(Ngah hahahhaha!!!!!!!!!!!!)
How pleasant.
Fun for us, because we kids get to go out and eat, eat, eat!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So nonsensical that i can stay away from blogging on free and normal days, while i can't during the exams.
Such is me.
Just added a new friend! Dayana.
Aye girl, add photos or put up a tagboard or commentary???
Yum, Aussie made chocolate is Yummaliciously Gurrumelifiously Smackapacka.
You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...
You're warm, and the most approachable. You have
that gentle prescence about you. People can
relate to you, and find you easy company.
However it's likely you've been hurt in the
past and it has left you scarred so things can
become rather chilly with you at times. Being
the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy
and loyal to your friends but prone to
depression and negative thinking.
Well done... You're the shy and sensitive season :)
?? Which Season Are You ??
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Alwyn:
Rear suspension spring...
Hm, i wonder how it works?
Heh, yeah, Betty has many waiting suitors. (",)
She's so down to Earth and has no airs about her even though she's got great genes!
Me good friend. Whhee!
My eyes are tired, meknows. The screen is hopping up and down and i keep wishing it was because someone dropped me an sms.
Till then.
*smiles broadly, salutes and fizzles away*
To think that i am a mere 4 years (i take it to be as such because i am psychoing meself to get my honours) away from working life is something that i am both raring to get at as well as chewing my nails over.
To date, i think i'm still very much the kid and i have lots more to learn about. Many people my age have grown to be very independent and self reliant whereas i feel as i'm choking on my mom's apron strings.
For one, i need to be more confident and street smart. Life with too much protection made me too much of an obedient kid to the point of being detrimental.
Basically, i'm scared of the big bad world.
Yeah, so it's strange that this fella wants a go at being a cop. <*-*>
But i'm seeing it as a way for me to be forced out of thy comfort zone and bite the bullet.
Then again, i may be more than 4 years away. Hm, yes. Actually, am aiming for Masters.
ANYWAY. Yes, as i was saying.
I can't really imagine myself being an ADULT, so to speak.
With working life and adulthood comes a whole barrage and array of responsibilities.
One thing that i feel that features a lot in adulthood is the Finances bit.
GADS, and that's the one thing i hate to sit through to know about though it is of paramount importance.
Finances:
1. Investments
2. Savings for future things like housing, family and children and education, old age...etc
3. Convenience stuff like a car.
4. Insurance
5. Helping to pay loans
.
.
List pretty much goes on.
ARGH.
I long for the taste of adulthood and the knowledge that my life is but one.
That the only PERSON who is responsible for me--is me.
The thought seems a lonely one come to think of it.
Sooner of later, bloodkin will fade.
And you'll be alone.
On the other hand, i can't fathom the ceasing of being the kid.
You know, everything comes easy and i'm sufficiently supported.
Just mug.
Our "Multi-National" Home
This came as a thought while studying for the exams.
As usual, any thoughts other then mugging-worth would come.
Our house has seen:
1. China Nurses
2. A Chinese lady and her 3 Chinese-Afro-American sons (her husband is Afro-American)
3. Two pastors--> One Mongolian and one Korean
4. Filipinos
Can't remember if we've had more.
But it is really cool having people from different parts of the world come to our home.
It's not everyday that people like me meet others who're from so far away!
The 2 pastors came to our home to stay a while, for some reason or other. They were nice to have around although i personally hardly spoke to them.
Brought them out for dinner and such and introduced them to seafood.
Apparently, the Mongolian pastor, whose name is pronounced as "Mai-de", has never seen prawns before because if not wrong, i think Mongolia is way way way inland.
Gave them Durians to try too. HAHHAA.......
Mai-de didn't SEEM to have problems while Pastor Huang (the Korean) made an awful face.
(Ngah hahahhaha!!!!!!!!!!!!)
How pleasant.
Fun for us, because we kids get to go out and eat, eat, eat!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So nonsensical that i can stay away from blogging on free and normal days, while i can't during the exams.
Such is me.
Just added a new friend! Dayana.
Aye girl, add photos or put up a tagboard or commentary???
Yum, Aussie made chocolate is Yummaliciously Gurrumelifiously Smackapacka.
You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...
You're warm, and the most approachable. You have
that gentle prescence about you. People can
relate to you, and find you easy company.
However it's likely you've been hurt in the
past and it has left you scarred so things can
become rather chilly with you at times. Being
the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy
and loyal to your friends but prone to
depression and negative thinking.
Well done... You're the shy and sensitive season :)
?? Which Season Are You ??
brought to you by Quizilla
Alwyn:
Rear suspension spring...
Hm, i wonder how it works?
Heh, yeah, Betty has many waiting suitors. (",)
She's so down to Earth and has no airs about her even though she's got great genes!
Me good friend. Whhee!
My eyes are tired, meknows. The screen is hopping up and down and i keep wishing it was because someone dropped me an sms.
Till then.
*smiles broadly, salutes and fizzles away*
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
-DIM HEADED-
Ok, am feeling listless, bored and sianified.
Brain definitely not working today.
Oh! Ok, i've added 2 new links, January and Jenna.
Hey, Jenna:
Itz ok lah. Am just joking about the "you make blog for me" thing. I think it better that i learn and not use you as a scapegoat. Heh.
Had a nice day out with Betty, mua ACJC classmate. I tell u, this girl is really nice. We really relate well and have matching opinions and preferences in many areas... (gads, is that scary or what. heh.)
She's just as mad, as loud, as wonky, as childlike and ... ... blah, as me. Which's why i think we really clique!
Ok, DUUUHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-nudge nudge-
Sat IN the rich red plush one sitter comfort chairs at Coffee Bean and yakked a bit before we went off cos she needed to meet her boyfriend.
Uhm...
Did mundane stuff but it was the talking i liked particularly.
Thinking back, i really miss the days in uniform and conformity.
When we were all strictly "still students/young kids" and not older, supposedly more independent UNI students on the way to "full" adulthood and working life.
All the cheeky stuff.
And the usual school nonsense and rubbish talk.
All the stressed faces and ramblings about how we failed so badly.
Gads...
But i wouldn't ever redo my As even if u paid me.
Your Sango! When your not on the field training or
doing sports you are shy and quiet, you do your
homework and always turn it in on time, yet you
are always looking for a bit more from life.
What Inuyasha Character are you?
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Till then.
*grins and waves frantically*
Brain definitely not working today.
Oh! Ok, i've added 2 new links, January and Jenna.
Hey, Jenna:
Itz ok lah. Am just joking about the "you make blog for me" thing. I think it better that i learn and not use you as a scapegoat. Heh.
Had a nice day out with Betty, mua ACJC classmate. I tell u, this girl is really nice. We really relate well and have matching opinions and preferences in many areas... (gads, is that scary or what. heh.)
She's just as mad, as loud, as wonky, as childlike and ... ... blah, as me. Which's why i think we really clique!
Ok, DUUUHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-nudge nudge-
Sat IN the rich red plush one sitter comfort chairs at Coffee Bean and yakked a bit before we went off cos she needed to meet her boyfriend.
Uhm...
Did mundane stuff but it was the talking i liked particularly.
Thinking back, i really miss the days in uniform and conformity.
When we were all strictly "still students/young kids" and not older, supposedly more independent UNI students on the way to "full" adulthood and working life.
All the cheeky stuff.
And the usual school nonsense and rubbish talk.
All the stressed faces and ramblings about how we failed so badly.
Gads...
But i wouldn't ever redo my As even if u paid me.
Your Sango! When your not on the field training or
doing sports you are shy and quiet, you do your
homework and always turn it in on time, yet you
are always looking for a bit more from life.
What Inuyasha Character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Till then.
*grins and waves frantically*
Monday, November 17, 2003
It feels like...
HI EVERYONE!!! I LURVE INFLUXES OF MSGES! Okie, shall slowly work through 'em.
Hullo January!
Link me? WHEE! Sure, sure. :-0! Yup, check back, will be glad for drop-ins.
keke, bent on the bell curve yeah? Sounds mighty familiar... Totally understand. Did everyone else think the exam was a killer too?
Uhm, i've not been in (slaving in) the Monash system long enough to know the system or maybe because the proximity of me and Monash is a few thousand kilometres so i really have no idea.
Unless i think u mean grading as in the percentages for assignments and exam?
I've had 4 assignments and the exam that's 50% percent of the total grade.
SIM doesn't have it's own Psych degree. The degree comes from the Open University, UK.
AND yeah!!!!!!!! Will be leaving TMC. I mean, the people are awfully nice and all, but i think the environment is not for me and the course isn't precisely what i wanted.
Though i think doing sociology is a mighty good subject to study, BUT NOT TO BE TESTED ON.
Btw, hope u don't mind if i link you too.
HEY GERMZ:
Yes..I'll be going to SIM so once you've completed yOur DIp.... we shall be reunited... But only if i get to do my Honours then i'll be staying for the 4th year and so i'll see u guys then.
It'll be so fun. But then my classes wil be at entirely different times maybe.
But who cares.. we'd be trudging around the same territory.
I NEED THE FREE WEIGHTS!!!
Hahaha... You know, i can FEEL the EXCESS weight can. Grimey.
DAyana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My lovely gurl!
Yes... i am so happy about the SIM. So enough about that..
Hari Raya prep??? Why would your butt hurt? Oh okay... the making of stuff is it?
Hee.... all the best in whatever you're doing... Have a great Hari Raya dear pal!
Salutations Alwyn...
Okie, my email address is, pony(underscore)curtis(at)hotmail(dot)com
Did that because i recall you mentioning about computers picking up on emails... Hm...
When you mentioned purple shoes, i was mentally frantically trying to find the "demented" person with purple shoes... The only person who could come close to coloured shoes is this girl, but i won't mention her name. not nice, not nice. But man... her shoes were wonky!
Hm, hm.
Guess i can't really judge much about the level of demetia because i didn't know you personally then in acjc. But ya sure sound steadfast about that fact!
Talking about oddball. You know i wanted to run for council? (-guffaw-) but i knew that people in acjc probably don't accept weirdos like Yours Truly. The culture.... Mm.
Thanks, AND YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD IS GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVERYONE WAVE YOUR ARMS AND SING SONGS OF PRAISE!
Whoopee. :-0!
I entirely agree with you about the drunken stupor and cool mumbo jumbo. They probably think that the prospect of the capacity to hold alcohol is cool, hip and adultish. But then the drinking goes overboard and slips into drunkeness.
It's a consumerist society.
Ultimately, the body gets damaged and there goes the "cool" kid... Down down down...
YO JENNA!!!
I miss ya TOO! Well, at LEAST you've SET up a site where to some degree we can still assess whether you are still alive. You know you have very concerned friends?
HEh...
Didn't know u were SO talented at html... Maybe you can help me. Ha, this blogskin is UGLY as slosh but i have to make do till i can do something about it.
Are u going to work there for life or...?
Oh, i will reply your email soon.
Ho Liangcai!
Whee heehee.
Thanks for the congrats... Wuh, u know me well enough huh? Yurh, am a worrywort. Shoot. Why did i have to take after my mom?
Well, to date... i've not begun a new worry cycle YET.
Hey, if no one else appreciates The Matrix and my sister is too tied down, think i could drag u out to watch it with me...?
Heh.
Okie, down to blogging the stuff that happened:
1. I just got news that a friend got hospitalized for viral pneumonia (NOT SARS) and muscle spasms... Gads. I feel so bad for him. Inflicted with 2 health problems at a time? Not good.
However, it's good to hear though that he's recovering but that lung thingy doesn't sound too good to me.
For those who know i'd hate to drown, guess u may have deduced that i take breathing very seriously.
2. I've had a hair cut and i like it. Wondering if i should keep it short for EVER.
3. Wish i had more $.
4.
Pirates of the Caribbean!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla
5. I love Star Wars. I used to watch "Return of the Jedi" OVer and Over in Primary School.
Oh, and did i mention that i loved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?
And erm... my long time fav is erm...
Don't LAUGH, is My Little Pony. -hides face behind keyboard-
6. I remember i had so much to say!
I do admit though i'm not all that enthu about taking out that piece of paper with scribbles...
OK. I promise that the next time i am sufficiently mentally active, then i shall delve into the scribbles.
7. Thirsty.
8. There's justice in the world.
Went to holland village today and entered the pet shop.
I noticed a couple there. Ok, i'm going to be speaking honestly.
The girl... well, she isn't ugly, in fact she has the sort of face that guys like. But she's bigger than me, (thats says quite a lot you know) and is... quite the robust (not precisely busty, you do understand) lady, and her boyfriend is.... Oh man. Her boyfriend.
Was trying not to stare.
If i did, i'd be getting HER stare.
He's nicely tanned and rather on the leaner/skinnier side. But he's SO good looking? And has this awfully CUTE smile........................!!! His cheek bones and tan highlight his well chiselled face when he smiles.
GAds...
Maybe i still have hope.
But i guess, the above is one of my rantings laced with self pity.
9. I've decided some time ago never to make the mistake of liking sweet talkers. (never... never again)
I also made another decision some time ago, but i shan't mention it as people read this blog and may misunderstand me.
10. When i'm happy, i usually talk nonsense. But when i'm sad... I tend to think and think and blog things that mean something to me. But i can't be sad all my life. Duh. :-P
But then... no interesting thoughts to ponder about.
Whoopee, am rambling again. Joline's had enough.
I love you all.
Till Then.
*Bursts into song and dances away*
Hullo January!
Link me? WHEE! Sure, sure. :-0! Yup, check back, will be glad for drop-ins.
keke, bent on the bell curve yeah? Sounds mighty familiar... Totally understand. Did everyone else think the exam was a killer too?
Uhm, i've not been in (slaving in) the Monash system long enough to know the system or maybe because the proximity of me and Monash is a few thousand kilometres so i really have no idea.
Unless i think u mean grading as in the percentages for assignments and exam?
I've had 4 assignments and the exam that's 50% percent of the total grade.
SIM doesn't have it's own Psych degree. The degree comes from the Open University, UK.
AND yeah!!!!!!!! Will be leaving TMC. I mean, the people are awfully nice and all, but i think the environment is not for me and the course isn't precisely what i wanted.
Though i think doing sociology is a mighty good subject to study, BUT NOT TO BE TESTED ON.
Btw, hope u don't mind if i link you too.
HEY GERMZ:
Yes..I'll be going to SIM so once you've completed yOur DIp.... we shall be reunited... But only if i get to do my Honours then i'll be staying for the 4th year and so i'll see u guys then.
It'll be so fun. But then my classes wil be at entirely different times maybe.
But who cares.. we'd be trudging around the same territory.
I NEED THE FREE WEIGHTS!!!
Hahaha... You know, i can FEEL the EXCESS weight can. Grimey.
DAyana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My lovely gurl!
Yes... i am so happy about the SIM. So enough about that..
Hari Raya prep??? Why would your butt hurt? Oh okay... the making of stuff is it?
Hee.... all the best in whatever you're doing... Have a great Hari Raya dear pal!
Salutations Alwyn...
Okie, my email address is, pony(underscore)curtis(at)hotmail(dot)com
Did that because i recall you mentioning about computers picking up on emails... Hm...
When you mentioned purple shoes, i was mentally frantically trying to find the "demented" person with purple shoes... The only person who could come close to coloured shoes is this girl, but i won't mention her name. not nice, not nice. But man... her shoes were wonky!
Hm, hm.
Guess i can't really judge much about the level of demetia because i didn't know you personally then in acjc. But ya sure sound steadfast about that fact!
Talking about oddball. You know i wanted to run for council? (-guffaw-) but i knew that people in acjc probably don't accept weirdos like Yours Truly. The culture.... Mm.
Thanks, AND YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD IS GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVERYONE WAVE YOUR ARMS AND SING SONGS OF PRAISE!
Whoopee. :-0!
I entirely agree with you about the drunken stupor and cool mumbo jumbo. They probably think that the prospect of the capacity to hold alcohol is cool, hip and adultish. But then the drinking goes overboard and slips into drunkeness.
It's a consumerist society.
Ultimately, the body gets damaged and there goes the "cool" kid... Down down down...
YO JENNA!!!
I miss ya TOO! Well, at LEAST you've SET up a site where to some degree we can still assess whether you are still alive. You know you have very concerned friends?
HEh...
Didn't know u were SO talented at html... Maybe you can help me. Ha, this blogskin is UGLY as slosh but i have to make do till i can do something about it.
Are u going to work there for life or...?
Oh, i will reply your email soon.
Ho Liangcai!
Whee heehee.
Thanks for the congrats... Wuh, u know me well enough huh? Yurh, am a worrywort. Shoot. Why did i have to take after my mom?
Well, to date... i've not begun a new worry cycle YET.
Hey, if no one else appreciates The Matrix and my sister is too tied down, think i could drag u out to watch it with me...?
Heh.
Okie, down to blogging the stuff that happened:
1. I just got news that a friend got hospitalized for viral pneumonia (NOT SARS) and muscle spasms... Gads. I feel so bad for him. Inflicted with 2 health problems at a time? Not good.
However, it's good to hear though that he's recovering but that lung thingy doesn't sound too good to me.
For those who know i'd hate to drown, guess u may have deduced that i take breathing very seriously.
2. I've had a hair cut and i like it. Wondering if i should keep it short for EVER.
3. Wish i had more $.
4.
Pirates of the Caribbean!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla
5. I love Star Wars. I used to watch "Return of the Jedi" OVer and Over in Primary School.
Oh, and did i mention that i loved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?
And erm... my long time fav is erm...
Don't LAUGH, is My Little Pony. -hides face behind keyboard-
6. I remember i had so much to say!
I do admit though i'm not all that enthu about taking out that piece of paper with scribbles...
OK. I promise that the next time i am sufficiently mentally active, then i shall delve into the scribbles.
7. Thirsty.
8. There's justice in the world.
Went to holland village today and entered the pet shop.
I noticed a couple there. Ok, i'm going to be speaking honestly.
The girl... well, she isn't ugly, in fact she has the sort of face that guys like. But she's bigger than me, (thats says quite a lot you know) and is... quite the robust (not precisely busty, you do understand) lady, and her boyfriend is.... Oh man. Her boyfriend.
Was trying not to stare.
If i did, i'd be getting HER stare.
He's nicely tanned and rather on the leaner/skinnier side. But he's SO good looking? And has this awfully CUTE smile........................!!! His cheek bones and tan highlight his well chiselled face when he smiles.
GAds...
Maybe i still have hope.
But i guess, the above is one of my rantings laced with self pity.
9. I've decided some time ago never to make the mistake of liking sweet talkers. (never... never again)
I also made another decision some time ago, but i shan't mention it as people read this blog and may misunderstand me.
10. When i'm happy, i usually talk nonsense. But when i'm sad... I tend to think and think and blog things that mean something to me. But i can't be sad all my life. Duh. :-P
But then... no interesting thoughts to ponder about.
Whoopee, am rambling again. Joline's had enough.
I love you all.
Till Then.
*Bursts into song and dances away*
Friday, November 14, 2003
~~~i!GOD POWER!i~~~
There's only one word for the day.
"UNSPEAKABLY" - ______________________ (fill in the blank)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THANK GOD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wasn't sure I was going to SIM-OUC. This was due to the fact that I couldn't be assured of membership into the Singapore Psychological Society. That bothered me and my dad endlessly.
But all's well, all's swell.
And I have no one else to thank but GOD.
I thank him from the very deepest recesses of my being, my soul, my mind, my computer, my ALL.
I won't prattle about the details.
All i'll say is that everything suited me PERFECTLY, except that I needed to know if the Singapore Psychological Society would accept me for membership.
What's the point of doing a degree that would waste my finances and time if it was not recognized in the first place?
So i had set about emailing just about the whole world. (ok, an overstatement but it sure felt that way)
Was entirely sick of the word "accreditation".
I emailed the layman at SIM, who couldn't help me much for lack of knowledge, THREE to FOUR times? (can't remember) But whatever the case, she didn't reply to my last one. I must've pissed her off some.
But hey, if you really want something, you have to GAN GAN go and ask and FIND OUT.
It was so tiring to wait for emails from people from over the world and hang in limbo as to where my destination lies.
I was under so much stress. Like a churning, messy, noisy, turmoil in my head that doesn't go away.
Nags at me every few hours, every day.
For the last month or so.
I prayed so hard for the place at SIM. I got it. It's perfect for me. Except for the SPS's acceptance. And I thank GOD.
After all the stress and disappointments, it all paid off and I thank GOD for not letting me give up. And for not letting me down...
Oh, anyway. The whole point of the above is that, FINALLY...
I GOT THE ANSWER I HAVE BEEN STRESSING MYSELF OVER.
THE SINGAPORE PSYCHOLOGICAL SOCIETY ACCEPTS SIM-OUC(actually degree is from the UK) PSYCH GRADUATES.
I have to keep reading the email from Psych Dr Graeme Cane, from SIM, OVER and OVER just to convince myself that it's finally over and I can go ahead with my aspirations.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You
display a perfect fusion of heroism and
compassion.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Did i cheat?
*Smirk*
My concentration span is pathetic.
Last night, i decided to watch a little telly at night by meself.
Did it feel weird or something.
I've not done something like that for ages!
Yeah.
And i just couldn't watch sit down and watch a show mid-way.
I thought about it and found that unless i know its interesting or if i know what its about, then i'll skip it.
Ended up channel surfing until i reached "Mind Your Language".
At that point, my mom had already came by and told me not to change the channel.
WEll...
Old Show, it is, mate.
Hum hum.
All i have to hope for now is whether i can be shortlisted for the scholarship.
If i do, i have to go for the interview.
Wonder what kind of things they will be asking... -curious wide eyed gawp-
If they begin asking me anything to do with current affairs (that's just a potshot), i'll be stumped for sure.
Not been having enough newspaper reading due to terrible time management.
And because of poor attention and concentration, politics is something like a transient topic in my head.
Sociology has quite some politics. Glad for the experience of doing sociology for one semester.
This is awful.
I've stopped my free weights for a while.
The rest can be left unsaid.
Wanted to go to Holland Village... But its drizzling and the downpour has yet to begin.
Then again.... i love RAIN!
But not when i'm trying to explore Holland V.
Have not trudged around that place for so long that the last time i "visited" for a few minutes i saw nice holes-in-walls i intend to explore and poke my head around in.
Want to go to library to get bound processed dead trees too.
To keep me occupied.
When the idiot box miraculously can't.
Huimin:
Hullo! Thanks girl.
Yeah, i ain't gonna go mopin'. Anyway, at least i have had a taste of what its like and do better the next time round.
Gosh, you know, i'm gonna miss you guys a lot!
Went out with Hemma and we talked so long, the sun was getting hot on us through the glass ceiling at Starbucks.
Alwyn:
Thanks...!
Right you are.
Heh, but that doesn't explain the rest of my oddball behaviour...
Haha.. partying in the "conventional" way is not really in joline's capabilities.
Will probably do some quiet partying.
In my head...
Yeah man, ACJC... messed up days. I remember that chemistry ranking list on the notice board.
*horror*
Uh. Tired. Zonked.
Bonk.
-may be continued-
"UNSPEAKABLY" - ______________________ (fill in the blank)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THANK GOD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wasn't sure I was going to SIM-OUC. This was due to the fact that I couldn't be assured of membership into the Singapore Psychological Society. That bothered me and my dad endlessly.
But all's well, all's swell.
And I have no one else to thank but GOD.
I thank him from the very deepest recesses of my being, my soul, my mind, my computer, my ALL.
I won't prattle about the details.
All i'll say is that everything suited me PERFECTLY, except that I needed to know if the Singapore Psychological Society would accept me for membership.
What's the point of doing a degree that would waste my finances and time if it was not recognized in the first place?
So i had set about emailing just about the whole world. (ok, an overstatement but it sure felt that way)
Was entirely sick of the word "accreditation".
I emailed the layman at SIM, who couldn't help me much for lack of knowledge, THREE to FOUR times? (can't remember) But whatever the case, she didn't reply to my last one. I must've pissed her off some.
But hey, if you really want something, you have to GAN GAN go and ask and FIND OUT.
It was so tiring to wait for emails from people from over the world and hang in limbo as to where my destination lies.
I was under so much stress. Like a churning, messy, noisy, turmoil in my head that doesn't go away.
Nags at me every few hours, every day.
For the last month or so.
I prayed so hard for the place at SIM. I got it. It's perfect for me. Except for the SPS's acceptance. And I thank GOD.
After all the stress and disappointments, it all paid off and I thank GOD for not letting me give up. And for not letting me down...
Oh, anyway. The whole point of the above is that, FINALLY...
I GOT THE ANSWER I HAVE BEEN STRESSING MYSELF OVER.
THE SINGAPORE PSYCHOLOGICAL SOCIETY ACCEPTS SIM-OUC(actually degree is from the UK) PSYCH GRADUATES.
I have to keep reading the email from Psych Dr Graeme Cane, from SIM, OVER and OVER just to convince myself that it's finally over and I can go ahead with my aspirations.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You
display a perfect fusion of heroism and
compassion.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Did i cheat?
*Smirk*
My concentration span is pathetic.
Last night, i decided to watch a little telly at night by meself.
Did it feel weird or something.
I've not done something like that for ages!
Yeah.
And i just couldn't watch sit down and watch a show mid-way.
I thought about it and found that unless i know its interesting or if i know what its about, then i'll skip it.
Ended up channel surfing until i reached "Mind Your Language".
At that point, my mom had already came by and told me not to change the channel.
WEll...
Old Show, it is, mate.
Hum hum.
All i have to hope for now is whether i can be shortlisted for the scholarship.
If i do, i have to go for the interview.
Wonder what kind of things they will be asking... -curious wide eyed gawp-
If they begin asking me anything to do with current affairs (that's just a potshot), i'll be stumped for sure.
Not been having enough newspaper reading due to terrible time management.
And because of poor attention and concentration, politics is something like a transient topic in my head.
Sociology has quite some politics. Glad for the experience of doing sociology for one semester.
This is awful.
I've stopped my free weights for a while.
The rest can be left unsaid.
Wanted to go to Holland Village... But its drizzling and the downpour has yet to begin.
Then again.... i love RAIN!
But not when i'm trying to explore Holland V.
Have not trudged around that place for so long that the last time i "visited" for a few minutes i saw nice holes-in-walls i intend to explore and poke my head around in.
Want to go to library to get bound processed dead trees too.
To keep me occupied.
When the idiot box miraculously can't.
Huimin:
Hullo! Thanks girl.
Yeah, i ain't gonna go mopin'. Anyway, at least i have had a taste of what its like and do better the next time round.
Gosh, you know, i'm gonna miss you guys a lot!
Went out with Hemma and we talked so long, the sun was getting hot on us through the glass ceiling at Starbucks.
Alwyn:
Thanks...!
Right you are.
Heh, but that doesn't explain the rest of my oddball behaviour...
Haha.. partying in the "conventional" way is not really in joline's capabilities.
Will probably do some quiet partying.
In my head...
Yeah man, ACJC... messed up days. I remember that chemistry ranking list on the notice board.
*horror*
Uh. Tired. Zonked.
Bonk.
-may be continued-
Thursday, November 13, 2003
It's Over.
My Exams, that is.
Soaking in a sullen stupor, feeling subdued.
Feeling lost-like. Appetiteless.
An examination unwell done is the cause.
My favourite subject too.
It was really bad. I won't go into details.
But it was so bad, i was tearing at my hair.
I almost popped. I was blowing hot and cold.
My physical system was also malfunctioning a bit.
All i can say is that i'm not sure if i'll pass or fail.
Wanted to go retail therapying but went for lunch and coffee(something i've actually not really done properly before) with good friend Hemma instead.
Talked and talked.
Time really flew.
Interesting.
Not sure if i'll be seeing all my friends again once i leave for SIM-OUC.
I'll miss them.
Dang.
Forgot to write them postcards.
Mind was going overtime and brain going round in circles and circles.
Feeling sucky.
Well, like i've said.
Jo will sit and brood.
Think. Think. Think.
Grumble and Ramble.
Sigh and stomp.
Scream and hiss mentally.
But eventually, all that should come to cease and jo'll give herself a good kick in the ass.
She should be up and running after that.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud
which happy bunny are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
------------HEH--------------
I remember this quizilla thing i stuck up in one entry about my smile being a "SMIRK".
Gads.
It's so TRUE.
Was talking to Hemma and my smile, i actually consciously noticed, WAS a hybrid of a smile and a frown.
-SMIRK-
I remember i said i wanted to discuss some issues after the exams.
I don't think they're really issues now.
There're just thoughts that i wanted to yak about.
When i think about it.
What's a blog?
It depends very much on the blogger him/herself.
A blog serves the blogger's purpose.
A blog is for free expression.
About the day, about the gripes. It's a journal.
About thoughts.
About detailed arguments about issues.
Anything.
Selfish or not.
Why do i have to discuss "issues"?
I shall be free.
And I don't care.
-look at bunny-
-Grrr...-
Anyway, i will get down to my 'issues' soon.
The person here needs a break.
I feel as if i don't deserve a break.
It's as if my break is deserved only i i do well for an exam.
Of course that's monkey crap.
I did what i could.
Yet again, i think i could've done more.
Then again.
Then again.
My head is spinning.
My eye bags are so huge, i can fit the turkey i've been eyeing at Coldstorage in them, and it'll still be fine and dandy.
I don't feel like sleeping.
I've become a nocturnal creature.
I feel as if my day is unfulfilled if i don't sleep at about 1am.
Unfulfilled in the sense that, i've not done enough in the day to deserve and be "awarded" a good rest.
And it's not just the exam that did it. This applies to everyday existence.
Maybe it's a psychological problem.
Maybe i'm suffering from a very mild case of depression.
The feelings of unworthiness and hopelessness.
Hopelessness theory.
Whatever.
Jo'll be up and running soon.
But she'll still be the same weird, melancholic soul.
Till Then.
*Smirk*
Soaking in a sullen stupor, feeling subdued.
Feeling lost-like. Appetiteless.
An examination unwell done is the cause.
My favourite subject too.
It was really bad. I won't go into details.
But it was so bad, i was tearing at my hair.
I almost popped. I was blowing hot and cold.
My physical system was also malfunctioning a bit.
All i can say is that i'm not sure if i'll pass or fail.
Wanted to go retail therapying but went for lunch and coffee(something i've actually not really done properly before) with good friend Hemma instead.
Talked and talked.
Time really flew.
Interesting.
Not sure if i'll be seeing all my friends again once i leave for SIM-OUC.
I'll miss them.
Dang.
Forgot to write them postcards.
Mind was going overtime and brain going round in circles and circles.
Feeling sucky.
Well, like i've said.
Jo will sit and brood.
Think. Think. Think.
Grumble and Ramble.
Sigh and stomp.
Scream and hiss mentally.
But eventually, all that should come to cease and jo'll give herself a good kick in the ass.
She should be up and running after that.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud
which happy bunny are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
------------HEH--------------
I remember this quizilla thing i stuck up in one entry about my smile being a "SMIRK".
Gads.
It's so TRUE.
Was talking to Hemma and my smile, i actually consciously noticed, WAS a hybrid of a smile and a frown.
-SMIRK-
I remember i said i wanted to discuss some issues after the exams.
I don't think they're really issues now.
There're just thoughts that i wanted to yak about.
When i think about it.
What's a blog?
It depends very much on the blogger him/herself.
A blog serves the blogger's purpose.
A blog is for free expression.
About the day, about the gripes. It's a journal.
About thoughts.
About detailed arguments about issues.
Anything.
Selfish or not.
Why do i have to discuss "issues"?
I shall be free.
And I don't care.
-look at bunny-
-Grrr...-
Anyway, i will get down to my 'issues' soon.
The person here needs a break.
I feel as if i don't deserve a break.
It's as if my break is deserved only i i do well for an exam.
Of course that's monkey crap.
I did what i could.
Yet again, i think i could've done more.
Then again.
Then again.
My head is spinning.
My eye bags are so huge, i can fit the turkey i've been eyeing at Coldstorage in them, and it'll still be fine and dandy.
I don't feel like sleeping.
I've become a nocturnal creature.
I feel as if my day is unfulfilled if i don't sleep at about 1am.
Unfulfilled in the sense that, i've not done enough in the day to deserve and be "awarded" a good rest.
And it's not just the exam that did it. This applies to everyday existence.
Maybe it's a psychological problem.
Maybe i'm suffering from a very mild case of depression.
The feelings of unworthiness and hopelessness.
Hopelessness theory.
Whatever.
Jo'll be up and running soon.
But she'll still be the same weird, melancholic soul.
Till Then.
*Smirk*
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