Note:
No replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
And that includes posts that have been pushed from the screen.
*** ***
While studying, memories of some past events kept flashing before my mind's eye.
(what "better time" than now. Bleah!)
Most of those memories were the crazy and totally stupid things that i've done in the past.
As much as they are unpleasant, bury-6-feet-underground-worthy, "burn it with mental flames!" and you-wished-it-never-happened-in-the-first-place...
The very fact that i came out of them and actually learnt a thing or two makes their very occurence worthwhile. Ironically.
It is BECAUSE of these things that i have been moulded and learnt not to repeat them.
Who would i be without experiences?
Who would i be without being in situations, circumstances that test me?
Most probably in a world of idealism, hypotheses with fairies and gnomes to boot.
Not to say i am a now street and world wise little witch, because in fact i still am a naive blind worm, but i am glad for trials... and crazy stupid life events.
After one particular recent post, a friend sent me this sms although i don't know if he read that post:
"Learn to love the people who are willing to love you at present, forget the people in the past and thank them for hurting you which led you to love the people you have right now. Morning my friend!"
(edited for erm... international understanding)
Ok, you don't exactly "forget" the people in the past per se, but you do get the drift.
Thanks Azlan. :-)
*** ***
Very surprisingly, the "passing hello friend"(PHF) actually contacted me twice within the space of a month!
D'you know how RARE that is? (i will spare the 4D phrase)
A friend says i get all "happy" when i talk about PHF.
I do? Even now...?
Thought that period was over already.
*** ***
I am currently TRYING to mug the topic on Dyslexia and ironically, i am not understanding or keeping up mentally/intellectually with the material.
Find myself reading the same lines over and over and over and NOTHING is being assimilated! HOW UTTERLY FOUL!
And i can spend an hour doing just that. I have temporarily given up, which is why you are reading this.
I am even missing cell group on saturday just to buy time to mug. How sad is that.
Missing dinner out with church friends as well, for ANOTHER WEEK, because i'm trying to buy time.
I can JUST ENVISION that MOMENT, after my paper, when i grab my bag from the exam hall and.......
Hm.
Not sure.
I'd either be cussing, moaning and groaning or smiling and feeling contented while scooting out.
It could go either way. It could go... either way.
I can honestly say that so far, i have put in whatever i am humanly capable of.
I have had my bouts of despair, long stubborn breaks and distractions.
(that mostly stem from an information overload)
But i've also spent a fair share doing honest work in the library, painstakingly making notes, ignoring the as-cold-as-ACJC-library-if-not-colder-SIM-library and working as hard as i can.
I've been having late nights too which serve as potentially perfect excuses for headaches to wreak havoc.
*** ***
I told you this is a long and kind of aimless ramble. I'm having one of those moods when you just feel like you need an outlet to just talk and talk, yarn and yarn, babble and babble.
Since there is no one to talk to now at this time of the night, where else but the blog?
So i am going to keep stoning in front of my pc till i obtain a fragment of thought, following which i will just put it down.
*** ***
It's so annoying how my mind drifts as i stare at my textbook.
It drifts to the past and drifts to self fashioned scenarios (that can get pretty scary).
Sometimes, it gets so out of hand that i (don't laugh la, preesh.) wave my hand about myself and tell myself "don't be such an a**!", "you crazy bi***".
Yes, i am weird... Hear me roar.
*** ***
I recently had a memory about a thought i used to entertain when i was a lot younger.
I was a very bitter person (maybe still am, a little) in the past and there were a few people in my young life that i totally abhored.
What would happen is, when i got really mad with any one of those people,
1. i would imagine that the person and i are in something like a boxing ring.
2. the person is now immobile and cannot do anything to defend her/him self.
3. i then proceed to bash up the person and yell (comprises of questions, explanations, screams of hatred, i think) at the person.
I don't know why i'm saying all this here. I guess i need to get it out.
I am a scary person, no?
Another scene i used to conjure and wish COULD really happen is, (and not as violent)
1. the person i feel that has some serious problem and/or has wronged me, is sitting or standing, whatever.
2. he or she cannot say anything no matter how much they want to. In fact, they cannot do anything except sit quiet and listen to every word i have to say. Only the brain can function.
3. It is only after i have talked all i needed to tell them why they have wronged me, can they speak for themselves.
Am i creeping you out?
I told my sister all that and she was like: "How therapeutic."
HAHA.
*** ***
Wonder who actually managed to read all that......
I doubt that i myself, will be able to read through it a second time!
Truly one of those, i-neeeeed-to-talk moods.
Deprived.
Ha, whosoever becomes my future boyfriend/husband (IF EVER!!!) had better know how to listen. (and NO EARPLUGS OK!)
Or know how to yak just as much.
Yakky guys are good company, and better still if you are a bit kuku like me.
Ok... i am going into a subconscious state, rendering myself useless for anymore mugging.
Till Then.
*Love you, all my friends! I'm not -that- bitter anymore lah.*
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Ploughing through.
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*** ***
I have decided that that guy is just simply that kind of person so there is totally nothing going on.
"I have to get used to these things..."
Anyway, off for now because i will be minced if i don't finish the all important "consciousness" topic for my exam.
Not sure if i'll update because most of the things in my head incline towards
"PERSONAL", and everything else is just random scrappings from a tired and sloppy pig swill brain.
(does that ring a cruel bell? *smirk*)
Yeah, so, as most of the psychology students would declare but since we are all hardworking, diligent and never-say-die people who're hungry for success, as unconscious as we are, we shall endeavour to mug!!!
(and mind you, the consciousness topic is just a little abstract...)
G'day.
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
I have decided that that guy is just simply that kind of person so there is totally nothing going on.
"I have to get used to these things..."
Anyway, off for now because i will be minced if i don't finish the all important "consciousness" topic for my exam.
Not sure if i'll update because most of the things in my head incline towards
"PERSONAL", and everything else is just random scrappings from a tired and sloppy pig swill brain.
(does that ring a cruel bell? *smirk*)
Yeah, so, as most of the psychology students would declare but since we are all hardworking, diligent and never-say-die people who're hungry for success, as unconscious as we are, we shall endeavour to mug!!!
(and mind you, the consciousness topic is just a little abstract...)
G'day.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Befuddled
Grr.
I feel as if every minute of my life has to be filled with studying, mugging, sitting at my table staring at a textbook memorising things.
If i am not studying or doing anything school work related, i feel guilty.
I feel guilty even when i take a short trip out to spend time with myself.
The irony is ... I hate doing work.
*howl*
I wouldn't be awake now if i wasn't being an idiot earlier on.
I was already almost done with my psych chapter (on psychoanalytic and humanistic psych) but i was a bullhead and went on surfing the net... and even playing a vocab game.
So now i am stuck with work at 2am and I AM ANNOYED.
I also have, right now, an irritated stomach/intestines because of some powderful homemade chilli.
I have been doing mindmaps to help me remember my work, and i think i can say that it has helped somewhat though it takes an awful long time to do a good one.
Then again, a "good one" isn't exactly suppose to be stuffed with too much info right?
*miserable mumble*
Yeah, so on my first try at the mindmap thing, i found out, "WOW! you mean everything in the chapter can be condensed like this?"
(was never one to believe in it at one point, you see.)
Nice concept right?
But no, workaholic Jo had to go and do some other inane thing to make life more complicated for herself, because the mindmap looked too deceivingly simple.
Please tell me that i am a silly poot.
Arrrhhh, i'll take my leave as for now.
Blogging isn't going to help me finish that chapter.
I think my pocket Oxford dictionary is friggin' outdated. It doesn't have "befuddled" in it.
I feel as if every minute of my life has to be filled with studying, mugging, sitting at my table staring at a textbook memorising things.
If i am not studying or doing anything school work related, i feel guilty.
I feel guilty even when i take a short trip out to spend time with myself.
The irony is ... I hate doing work.
*howl*
I wouldn't be awake now if i wasn't being an idiot earlier on.
I was already almost done with my psych chapter (on psychoanalytic and humanistic psych) but i was a bullhead and went on surfing the net... and even playing a vocab game.
So now i am stuck with work at 2am and I AM ANNOYED.
I also have, right now, an irritated stomach/intestines because of some powderful homemade chilli.
I have been doing mindmaps to help me remember my work, and i think i can say that it has helped somewhat though it takes an awful long time to do a good one.
Then again, a "good one" isn't exactly suppose to be stuffed with too much info right?
*miserable mumble*
Yeah, so on my first try at the mindmap thing, i found out, "WOW! you mean everything in the chapter can be condensed like this?"
(was never one to believe in it at one point, you see.)
Nice concept right?
But no, workaholic Jo had to go and do some other inane thing to make life more complicated for herself, because the mindmap looked too deceivingly simple.
Please tell me that i am a silly poot.
Arrrhhh, i'll take my leave as for now.
Blogging isn't going to help me finish that chapter.
I think my pocket Oxford dictionary is friggin' outdated. It doesn't have "befuddled" in it.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Feeling: Lazy.
1.
I am seriously addicted to Bubble Tea. Why am i typing with capital first letters? It's not like it's God...
See? It's become something important.
I've gotten seriously hung up on bubble tea. I don't know.
I suggest that they have now laced the drinks with some subtle substance to bring back the money making trend.
Yah, yah, stupid i know. But WHY OH WHY?!
I'm NOT PREGNANT.
I tell you, since the advent of "Sweet Talk" (a dessert and bubble tea chain) with their marvellously low prices for the stuff,
I CANNOT GO BY WITHOUT BUYING MYSELF BUBBLE TEA.
It has become a tad more serious that it has recently escalated from one cup per purchase, to now THREE cups at one go.
The absurd reasoning is: I am worried that by the time i get home, my first cup would have been completely polished off and i'd have nothing left "for later".
I am THAT addicted.
2. (HONEST)
Am i really so undeserving of a place in our local unis? (aside from SMU, but even then, it was my last choice.)
Firstly, I couldn't even get into one of the "dumping ground" courses where people with grades WORSE than mine got in.
Secondly, even with the SAT and Chinese components scrapped, (which coincidentally were the 2 things i vehemently THOUGHT was blocking my path into my desired course in uni) i STILL couldn't get in.
I prayed and asked, and thought that if God felt it was for me, I'm sure that by pure supernatural intervention, he could've easily given me a place.
But it was never meant to be.
I guess things I want don't fall into God's plan for me. As much as i long to be elsewhere, who knows, something good can come out of this.
It was just like how i excelled in my humble neighbourhood school.
Ok, though I did became a rather icky person in some sense (i hope i have remedied that a little since then), i was also given opportunities i would MOST probably have NEVER been given had i gone to some high-ranking girls' school.
Because of what my teachers saw in me, i discovered (some) of my talents and grew in some areas of what makes me.
No doubt i would never know what a better school would've groomed me into, but it was within that humble environment, that i could shine.
And eventually, i did well in my 'O's and went to my dream JC. (which is a different story of love and hate)
I guess being where i am now could've been used to teach me humility which is something i lack.
Yes, i admit, i am a snob.
3.
Guys are SO ODD. Ok, ok, maybe just this one is.
It's like, one minute, his actions seem to indicate the desire for something more than friendship, and the next, he treats you either like everyone else, or he more or less couldn't really bother.
All right, don't jump into conclusions. I won't tell you if you ask, because it is not my intention to make anyone feel bad or guilty or anything.
In this case, ignorance is bliss for you.
No more sweet talkers ever, i don't like sweet talkers, and if you are one, use it erm, in moderation, or exclusively for the girl you really like. (AND MEAN IT!)
Not for every girl you want to string along.
Or every girl. Period.
Till Then.
*Biological Psych. My favourite*
I am seriously addicted to Bubble Tea. Why am i typing with capital first letters? It's not like it's God...
See? It's become something important.
I've gotten seriously hung up on bubble tea. I don't know.
I suggest that they have now laced the drinks with some subtle substance to bring back the money making trend.
Yah, yah, stupid i know. But WHY OH WHY?!
I'm NOT PREGNANT.
I tell you, since the advent of "Sweet Talk" (a dessert and bubble tea chain) with their marvellously low prices for the stuff,
I CANNOT GO BY WITHOUT BUYING MYSELF BUBBLE TEA.
It has become a tad more serious that it has recently escalated from one cup per purchase, to now THREE cups at one go.
The absurd reasoning is: I am worried that by the time i get home, my first cup would have been completely polished off and i'd have nothing left "for later".
I am THAT addicted.
2. (HONEST)
Am i really so undeserving of a place in our local unis? (aside from SMU, but even then, it was my last choice.)
Firstly, I couldn't even get into one of the "dumping ground" courses where people with grades WORSE than mine got in.
Secondly, even with the SAT and Chinese components scrapped, (which coincidentally were the 2 things i vehemently THOUGHT was blocking my path into my desired course in uni) i STILL couldn't get in.
I prayed and asked, and thought that if God felt it was for me, I'm sure that by pure supernatural intervention, he could've easily given me a place.
But it was never meant to be.
I guess things I want don't fall into God's plan for me. As much as i long to be elsewhere, who knows, something good can come out of this.
It was just like how i excelled in my humble neighbourhood school.
Ok, though I did became a rather icky person in some sense (i hope i have remedied that a little since then), i was also given opportunities i would MOST probably have NEVER been given had i gone to some high-ranking girls' school.
Because of what my teachers saw in me, i discovered (some) of my talents and grew in some areas of what makes me.
No doubt i would never know what a better school would've groomed me into, but it was within that humble environment, that i could shine.
And eventually, i did well in my 'O's and went to my dream JC. (which is a different story of love and hate)
I guess being where i am now could've been used to teach me humility which is something i lack.
Yes, i admit, i am a snob.
3.
Guys are SO ODD. Ok, ok, maybe just this one is.
It's like, one minute, his actions seem to indicate the desire for something more than friendship, and the next, he treats you either like everyone else, or he more or less couldn't really bother.
All right, don't jump into conclusions. I won't tell you if you ask, because it is not my intention to make anyone feel bad or guilty or anything.
In this case, ignorance is bliss for you.
No more sweet talkers ever, i don't like sweet talkers, and if you are one, use it erm, in moderation, or exclusively for the girl you really like. (AND MEAN IT!)
Not for every girl you want to string along.
Or every girl. Period.
Till Then.
*Biological Psych. My favourite*
Saturday, October 09, 2004
What a day. But i... Loved it.
Note:
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Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Oh goodness. I had a REALLY long day yesterday (friday) and i am still up into saturday's wee hours of the morning.
I shouldn't be typing this, nor should i be yakking online.
But i feel like i need an outlet!
Had a really long day yesterday but every minute of it was worth it, although i came home knowing and dreading the fact that i have a ton of work to do...
I'm honestly drowning in work, it's crazy ok.
I really don't know how i am going to pull through my revision for psychology, let alone the exam itself.
It's been terrible.
Dear friends have been trying to make me feel better (thanks Liting girl). I feel all right for a while, but then as reality hits me again and as i stare at my work pile, my heart sinks into despair.
*** ***
I am SO TIRED.
My eyes have been brutally abused since the exam prep began. Late nights and bad lighting...
Anyway, friday was spent first trying in vain to study for only 4hours or less.
I tried to awake at 6am to make up for the time that i'll be in NTU. But that, as you may have anticipated long ago, DIDN'T materialize.
So, studied some classical, instrumental conditioning, by Skinner, than looped off to go buy the birthday girl's present.
Argh. I REALLY didn't know what to get her. I just bought her something i thought i might like myself.
Poor attempt Jo, poor attempt.
But at least, i TRIED.
So, i happily took the bus to NTU, taking cell leader's estimated directions in FULL TRUST. Thank God, he was right.
No, not that i don't believe in his directions, but i sure don't want to get LOST in NTU.
NO. WAY.
Ok, so as usual i am the early bird, and... Happily sat down to mug somemore.
(yes, i brought my TB to mug if i figured i had the opportunity and time)
Was then whisked off to Hall 1 to cook food in the hostel's kitchenette!
OH HOW FUN!
YES! TOO MANY COOKS, BUT WHO CARES?
Many Hands Make Light Work as opposed to Too Many Cooks spoil the Broth.
Neh, neh, had fun.
And yes, a guy friend was the chief chef! Wahaha, well i suppose he does cook his own meals in hostel.
(i will talk about the hostels another day, MUST TALK about the hostels!)
Yep, so we managed to serve up spagetti and salad and fruit for all to eat.
And not forgetting the "Fair Lady" birthday cake from "Polar". Ha.
We had a time of good clean fun and laughter.
Being with church friends is so different from being with other friends. To be very honest.
The atmosphere is caring, polite but not unbearably so, helpful, and how should i put it... Clean?
Hope to get to know them more and more.
After clearing up (an easy task because everyone helps and we are so not inconsiderate and messy) we gave the birthday girl her present.
Yay! Hope she likes them... :-)
After which, the hostelites escorted the non-hostelites to the bus stop to go home.
Phew, hot and humid night it was.
My hair was getting icky and gross. Why? You don't want to know anyway.
This is a very condensed version of what happened. SIGH.
I cannot manage anymore tonight.
I am weary eyed.
I feel as if my lids are crusted and it kinda pains me when i blink.
It is so, not comfortable.
*** ***
I surprise myself, i made it this far.
Time Check: 3+ am.
I am still awake. My dark circles have gotten to be a marvellous shade of grey now, approaching black. Ok, a bit kua zhang but you get my drift.
NEED to yodel. Everyone's asleep, yes, they lead normal lives, while i am staring at printed dead processed trees.
I notice even that i am not using my usual tone (then again, i might be mistaken, i will need a second opinion on this).
In actual fact, i kind of like this semiconscious ramble. ha.ha.ha.
It's so weird.
BUT DON'T GET ME WRONG OK?
It's my exam period and strangely, i am getting a lot of people asking me out.
ARGH, why now? Why now?
I am SO SHORT OF TIME to study... It's CRAZEE. Just simply CRAZEE.
I'm beginning to appreciate going out and being with people though, little by little, one step at a time...
Blah... but it's all happening NOW, during my exams.
Then, i have to like, turn them down and miss out on more socialising exposure.
I DO want to be with them!
And then, when I finish MY exams, THEIRS begins!
Maybe it works well this way anyway, because then we can take turns to pray for each other. :-)
My eyes are about "burning slightly" now. Tired, tired, weighing a ton.
Ok, back to work. See if i am still not brain dead in a while more.
RECORD SMASHING!
5:11am!
Will leave a note for family members NOT to wake me up or they'll end up with one less finger.
Till then.
*crawls over to the study for more cramming...
that's done. Bed. Bed.*
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Oh goodness. I had a REALLY long day yesterday (friday) and i am still up into saturday's wee hours of the morning.
I shouldn't be typing this, nor should i be yakking online.
But i feel like i need an outlet!
Had a really long day yesterday but every minute of it was worth it, although i came home knowing and dreading the fact that i have a ton of work to do...
I'm honestly drowning in work, it's crazy ok.
I really don't know how i am going to pull through my revision for psychology, let alone the exam itself.
It's been terrible.
Dear friends have been trying to make me feel better (thanks Liting girl). I feel all right for a while, but then as reality hits me again and as i stare at my work pile, my heart sinks into despair.
*** ***
I am SO TIRED.
My eyes have been brutally abused since the exam prep began. Late nights and bad lighting...
Anyway, friday was spent first trying in vain to study for only 4hours or less.
I tried to awake at 6am to make up for the time that i'll be in NTU. But that, as you may have anticipated long ago, DIDN'T materialize.
So, studied some classical, instrumental conditioning, by Skinner, than looped off to go buy the birthday girl's present.
Argh. I REALLY didn't know what to get her. I just bought her something i thought i might like myself.
Poor attempt Jo, poor attempt.
But at least, i TRIED.
So, i happily took the bus to NTU, taking cell leader's estimated directions in FULL TRUST. Thank God, he was right.
No, not that i don't believe in his directions, but i sure don't want to get LOST in NTU.
NO. WAY.
Ok, so as usual i am the early bird, and... Happily sat down to mug somemore.
(yes, i brought my TB to mug if i figured i had the opportunity and time)
Was then whisked off to Hall 1 to cook food in the hostel's kitchenette!
OH HOW FUN!
YES! TOO MANY COOKS, BUT WHO CARES?
Many Hands Make Light Work as opposed to Too Many Cooks spoil the Broth.
Neh, neh, had fun.
And yes, a guy friend was the chief chef! Wahaha, well i suppose he does cook his own meals in hostel.
(i will talk about the hostels another day, MUST TALK about the hostels!)
Yep, so we managed to serve up spagetti and salad and fruit for all to eat.
And not forgetting the "Fair Lady" birthday cake from "Polar". Ha.
We had a time of good clean fun and laughter.
Being with church friends is so different from being with other friends. To be very honest.
The atmosphere is caring, polite but not unbearably so, helpful, and how should i put it... Clean?
Hope to get to know them more and more.
After clearing up (an easy task because everyone helps and we are so not inconsiderate and messy) we gave the birthday girl her present.
Yay! Hope she likes them... :-)
After which, the hostelites escorted the non-hostelites to the bus stop to go home.
Phew, hot and humid night it was.
My hair was getting icky and gross. Why? You don't want to know anyway.
This is a very condensed version of what happened. SIGH.
I cannot manage anymore tonight.
I am weary eyed.
I feel as if my lids are crusted and it kinda pains me when i blink.
It is so, not comfortable.
*** ***
I surprise myself, i made it this far.
Time Check: 3+ am.
I am still awake. My dark circles have gotten to be a marvellous shade of grey now, approaching black. Ok, a bit kua zhang but you get my drift.
NEED to yodel. Everyone's asleep, yes, they lead normal lives, while i am staring at printed dead processed trees.
I notice even that i am not using my usual tone (then again, i might be mistaken, i will need a second opinion on this).
In actual fact, i kind of like this semiconscious ramble. ha.ha.ha.
It's so weird.
BUT DON'T GET ME WRONG OK?
It's my exam period and strangely, i am getting a lot of people asking me out.
ARGH, why now? Why now?
I am SO SHORT OF TIME to study... It's CRAZEE. Just simply CRAZEE.
I'm beginning to appreciate going out and being with people though, little by little, one step at a time...
Blah... but it's all happening NOW, during my exams.
Then, i have to like, turn them down and miss out on more socialising exposure.
I DO want to be with them!
And then, when I finish MY exams, THEIRS begins!
Maybe it works well this way anyway, because then we can take turns to pray for each other. :-)
My eyes are about "burning slightly" now. Tired, tired, weighing a ton.
Ok, back to work. See if i am still not brain dead in a while more.
RECORD SMASHING!
5:11am!
Will leave a note for family members NOT to wake me up or they'll end up with one less finger.
Till then.
*crawls over to the study for more cramming...
that's done. Bed. Bed.*
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Medical Students' Disease and Singapore Idol erm... misfits.
(this portion has been removed by the author)
I seem to live in a world of my own and my social skills suck to the core.
And it seems i am unable to figure out some things to do with relating to people...
Ok, but i don't rock back and forth.
And i am DOING PSYCHOLOGY?!
Call this the "Medical Students' Disease" Or "Introductory Psychology Students' Disease".
DON'T LAUGH!
It REALLY EXISTS!
(albeit described by 19th century Humorist Jerome K. Jerome.)
It is characterized by, "strong tendency to relate personally to, and find in oneself, the symptoms of any disease or disorder described in a textbook".
Anyway, i mean it in a very loose sense.
Tell me i need therapy.
I deserve to be lying on the couch, not sitting thoughtfully behind it.
Oh, did anyone tell you why Psychologists sit BEHIND the patient?
It is so that they can giggle and laugh without the patient seeing them.
Or, allows them to go get a drink or go for lunch without being seen if it gets too boring.
No, no. I am kidding lah.
But honestly, and seriously.
I think that the laughing and giggling reason makes a good deal of sense.
I don't fancy giving away what i think and getting beaten up by an irate patient now, do i?
*** ***
I am still sore about Jeassea and Beverly being out of the competition.
Ok, so the rest have MANY FRIENDS to back them up eh?
Well, to those of you who voted your friend(s) because they are your friends but cannot make it in terms of REAL IDOL TALENT (just admit it ok!), this is for you:
"So you want to EMBARRASS OUR ENTIRE REPUBLIC IS IT?!?! YOU WANT YOUR CANNOT-MAKE-IT FRIEND TO GO ON THE WORLD STAGE (if ever, choy!!!) AND PAI SEH ALL OF US AS A NATION?!
Not only will they be an embarrassment, you are not giving the ones who can really sing the victory they rightfully deserve as a TALENTED singer. That's MORE than i can say for your friends!
Your friends are a POOR REPRESENTATION OF THE TALENTS WE HAVE OK, SO STOP BEING SUCH A CHILDISH PRICK AND VOTE FOR THE ONE WHO CAN SING TEN MILLION TIMES BETTER THAN YOUR FRIEND!"
I seem to live in a world of my own and my social skills suck to the core.
And it seems i am unable to figure out some things to do with relating to people...
Ok, but i don't rock back and forth.
And i am DOING PSYCHOLOGY?!
Call this the "Medical Students' Disease" Or "Introductory Psychology Students' Disease".
DON'T LAUGH!
It REALLY EXISTS!
(albeit described by 19th century Humorist Jerome K. Jerome.)
It is characterized by, "strong tendency to relate personally to, and find in oneself, the symptoms of any disease or disorder described in a textbook".
Anyway, i mean it in a very loose sense.
Tell me i need therapy.
I deserve to be lying on the couch, not sitting thoughtfully behind it.
Oh, did anyone tell you why Psychologists sit BEHIND the patient?
It is so that they can giggle and laugh without the patient seeing them.
Or, allows them to go get a drink or go for lunch without being seen if it gets too boring.
No, no. I am kidding lah.
But honestly, and seriously.
I think that the laughing and giggling reason makes a good deal of sense.
I don't fancy giving away what i think and getting beaten up by an irate patient now, do i?
*** ***
I am still sore about Jeassea and Beverly being out of the competition.
Ok, so the rest have MANY FRIENDS to back them up eh?
Well, to those of you who voted your friend(s) because they are your friends but cannot make it in terms of REAL IDOL TALENT (just admit it ok!), this is for you:
"So you want to EMBARRASS OUR ENTIRE REPUBLIC IS IT?!?! YOU WANT YOUR CANNOT-MAKE-IT FRIEND TO GO ON THE WORLD STAGE (if ever, choy!!!) AND PAI SEH ALL OF US AS A NATION?!
Not only will they be an embarrassment, you are not giving the ones who can really sing the victory they rightfully deserve as a TALENTED singer. That's MORE than i can say for your friends!
Your friends are a POOR REPRESENTATION OF THE TALENTS WE HAVE OK, SO STOP BEING SUCH A CHILDISH PRICK AND VOTE FOR THE ONE WHO CAN SING TEN MILLION TIMES BETTER THAN YOUR FRIEND!"
This is about TALENT, not about POPULARITY alone, but that seems to be the factor causing all these misfits to surge ahead of the rest.
Want me to name a few? Oh, i'll tell you!
DISCLAIMER: I have NOTHING against them personally. I think they're all so brave to be up there, doing their utmost best to achieve their dreams. I couldn't do that.
But this is my opinion, which has as much right to be aired as anyone else's on the face of this planet.
I think Jerry and Chris should end their Idol road now.
They JUST don't make the cut at any song they attempt to sing!
As for Taufik and Leandra, they can only sing to certain songs.
(although Taufik has been very fortunate, because so far, his choice of songs have been very suitable)
Maia, for some reason, she likes to sing songs meant for more edgy voices but she DOES NOT have the edge in her voice. Sorry mate.
Sylvester.... is an interesting chap.
David, no comment.
Daphne... Erm... Very juvenile sounding voice. I think she shouldn't continue in this season. Just... not there.
Olinda? THE SINGAPORE IDOL... in MY BOOKS.
Tolong, Tolong Singapore...
Open your eyes, your ears, your brains...
Till Then.
*Jerry made me go constipated already... Almost burst my lung as well*
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
ONE DOWN!
The humanities exam DID NOT GO WELL.
One:
You have to think at rapid fire speed from the very second you begin, and you almost have no time to choose what questions to pick.
Needless to say, there was no time to say a decent prayer from the moment you step into the hall!!!
Everything was happening blow by blow, at a crazy pace.
RAAA!
It's not that i didn't plan my time. I did ok.
I suppose the whole "exam craziness" just did me in.
LESSON LEARNT:
Get used to exams after almost two years of it's absence. Calm down, don't freak and don't think you're going to die, think straight, and finally TIME MANAGEMENT!
Two:
My liquid paper ran out shortly during the paper as well. *bitter mumble*
This IS NOT TRIVIAL OK!
We were told not to have annotations in the books that we bring in, so i spent part of the day before the exam LIQUID PAPERING my books!
(Books: Illustration book--book of paintings, Resource Book--book of poems.)
BUT DIDN'T THE EXAMINATION BOARD FIGURE OUT SOME TIME AGO THAT STUDENTS ARE HARDWORKDING AND ACTUALLY MAKE NOTES IN THEIR BOOKS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR?!?!?
As a result of that, my liquid paper ran out during the paper and i was dissed to no end at that point.
LESSON LEARNT:
Expect... the Unexpected. OR, JUST GET EXTRAS OF EVERYTHING!
Three:
After using the computer for assignments and whatnot throughout the year, i've gotten used to the fact that you can delete, edit, improve as you like, over a period of time.
As a result, my phrasing during the exam was like SO BABY-INFANTILE-MONOVOCABULARY-like, using the same old words over and over. No standard at all.
Like point form answers simply arranged in paragraphs.
LESSON LEARNT:
How? I don't know... Just swallow and learn how to be versatile.
Four:
I screwed one section of my philosophy answer and it bugged me all the way home, all through the night but surprisingly i could sleep.
Apart from that section i screwed, i can hardly bear to think back on the argument section. What a stupid argument... And the only reason why i wrote about 2 and a half pages is because my words was SPRAWLED across the lines.
And the philosophy section was easy peasy.
Five:
The only good thing i have to say is that, for once, in a LONG WHILE, i do not feel regret pertaining to lack of preparation.
Like for the 'A's, i've borne a slight guilt that i could've done more to get better grades.
But this time, i KNOW i did all i could and if it screws, i know i have nothing to blame myself for.
REALLY. It's not that i want to attribute my failure to external forces because i refuse to see the truth.
So, GO ME. I AM a good girl, I am.
(sounds like Eliza Doolittle, no?)
Six:
Sigh, what would i do without good friend Ivan?
Thank YOU SO MUCH.
How many friends would be so willing to "book the time slot" after the exams JUST to hear whining?
He was, and i am forever grateful. Thank GOD for YOU!
Seven:
Well... after all this grumbling, i am still grateful to God for bringing me through the exam, finishing whatever i had to write (or scribble rather) in the scanty given time.
I am now just going to gently push that episode aside, and remind myself that it's OVER, no point dwelling on it because it will only drag me down further.
God is in control, no matter what happens.
I leave the results to Him.
Till Then.
*PSYCHOLOGY PAPER... SCREAM*
One:
You have to think at rapid fire speed from the very second you begin, and you almost have no time to choose what questions to pick.
Needless to say, there was no time to say a decent prayer from the moment you step into the hall!!!
Everything was happening blow by blow, at a crazy pace.
RAAA!
It's not that i didn't plan my time. I did ok.
I suppose the whole "exam craziness" just did me in.
LESSON LEARNT:
Get used to exams after almost two years of it's absence. Calm down, don't freak and don't think you're going to die, think straight, and finally TIME MANAGEMENT!
Two:
My liquid paper ran out shortly during the paper as well. *bitter mumble*
This IS NOT TRIVIAL OK!
We were told not to have annotations in the books that we bring in, so i spent part of the day before the exam LIQUID PAPERING my books!
(Books: Illustration book--book of paintings, Resource Book--book of poems.)
BUT DIDN'T THE EXAMINATION BOARD FIGURE OUT SOME TIME AGO THAT STUDENTS ARE HARDWORKDING AND ACTUALLY MAKE NOTES IN THEIR BOOKS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR?!?!?
As a result of that, my liquid paper ran out during the paper and i was dissed to no end at that point.
LESSON LEARNT:
Expect... the Unexpected. OR, JUST GET EXTRAS OF EVERYTHING!
Three:
After using the computer for assignments and whatnot throughout the year, i've gotten used to the fact that you can delete, edit, improve as you like, over a period of time.
As a result, my phrasing during the exam was like SO BABY-INFANTILE-MONOVOCABULARY-like, using the same old words over and over. No standard at all.
Like point form answers simply arranged in paragraphs.
LESSON LEARNT:
How? I don't know... Just swallow and learn how to be versatile.
Four:
I screwed one section of my philosophy answer and it bugged me all the way home, all through the night but surprisingly i could sleep.
Apart from that section i screwed, i can hardly bear to think back on the argument section. What a stupid argument... And the only reason why i wrote about 2 and a half pages is because my words was SPRAWLED across the lines.
And the philosophy section was easy peasy.
Five:
The only good thing i have to say is that, for once, in a LONG WHILE, i do not feel regret pertaining to lack of preparation.
Like for the 'A's, i've borne a slight guilt that i could've done more to get better grades.
But this time, i KNOW i did all i could and if it screws, i know i have nothing to blame myself for.
REALLY. It's not that i want to attribute my failure to external forces because i refuse to see the truth.
So, GO ME. I AM a good girl, I am.
(sounds like Eliza Doolittle, no?)
Six:
Sigh, what would i do without good friend Ivan?
Thank YOU SO MUCH.
How many friends would be so willing to "book the time slot" after the exams JUST to hear whining?
He was, and i am forever grateful. Thank GOD for YOU!
Seven:
Well... after all this grumbling, i am still grateful to God for bringing me through the exam, finishing whatever i had to write (or scribble rather) in the scanty given time.
I am now just going to gently push that episode aside, and remind myself that it's OVER, no point dwelling on it because it will only drag me down further.
God is in control, no matter what happens.
I leave the results to Him.
Till Then.
*PSYCHOLOGY PAPER... SCREAM*
Sunday, October 03, 2004
The night chilly,
The wind sharply cold,
it carasses my skin.
Face tipped to the sky.
Clouds, odd patterns they keep to.
Unique by day and night.
Her silver glow, piercing the clouds.
Colours so mysterious.
Will you join me?
Lapping waters, slapping the stones.
Peaceful, yet disturbing.
Beckoning but repelling.
Only the disturbed go near, too far.
Face tipped to the sky, the endless stretch of the heavens.
Wraps our Earth, the gentle curve.
Gusty wind, against my cold cheeks.
The dark night sky calls.
Will you join me?
Looking about me.
Who is near?
No one, nothing but my own chains.
Who understands me?
Who do I have?
Silence roars.
Who will join me?
The wind sharply cold,
it carasses my skin.
Face tipped to the sky.
Clouds, odd patterns they keep to.
Unique by day and night.
Her silver glow, piercing the clouds.
Colours so mysterious.
Will you join me?
Lapping waters, slapping the stones.
Peaceful, yet disturbing.
Beckoning but repelling.
Only the disturbed go near, too far.
Face tipped to the sky, the endless stretch of the heavens.
Wraps our Earth, the gentle curve.
Gusty wind, against my cold cheeks.
The dark night sky calls.
Will you join me?
Looking about me.
Who is near?
No one, nothing but my own chains.
Who understands me?
Who do I have?
Silence roars.
Who will join me?
Friday, October 01, 2004
Relationships: It's a love and hate thing. (Get the pun?! Anyway, a long, honest and probably incomplete ramble)
Note:
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Wow.
Since joining cell, i am meeting new people at an exponential rate!
There's the good and bad of it all.
I am quite the idealist and perfectionist.
But i have to recognize and acknowledge the fact that i am not superwoman, that i need time to adapt, adjust, and fill out into my own skin, which i have not in the past few years!
I blabber a lot about meeting new people because of the very simple fact that it MEANS A LOT to me.
People who don't know what i'm struggling with won't really understand the significance of this "stepping out" into the social world and what it means to me.
(sounds as if i just got released from jail term or just fresh out from the ...... bin)
Am just coming across person, after person, after person... It's overwhelming.
I keep wanting to get home as soon as possible, curl up inside my shell, block out the active world and hide behind the computer screen.
On the flipside, there is another part of me that wants to immerse myself back with people, to once more be like everyone else, able to socialize and contribute.
I tell myself each time when i expect too much, i should just take it easy.
Everyone has their own idiosyncrasies, and they are entitled to it.
I am just afraid that people cannot accept me for who i am.
I long to meet new people in church, that in time, i can call true friends. It's really hard but i guess i should try to downplay the anxiety and let God take the joystick. Erm, i mean controllers.
*** ***
Goodness, two years to get over a less-than-one-year serious relationship.
How am i suppose to cope if more dreadful things happen in future?
Bleah, not that i am being pessimistic, but it is the truth that you cannot ignore right?
You don't know what's ahead of you.
I think i need to go psychotherapize myself. *wahaha*
Because i think i have a cognitive problem linked with relationships now.
Relationships scare me and shake me up to the core.
I don't know how to be in one anymore, i am so scared of feeling the same old pain again.
Plus, the same old nagging feeling of "I DON'T TRUST YOU."
Even when Trust is one of the most basic and important foundations in a relationship, apart from Honesty and the rest.
I'M SORRY, but guys have never given me reason to trust them at all.
Although i feel like my life could accomodate someone (erm, i think), i cringe at the thought of the reality that comes along with a relationship.
And i shield away like a maddened horse.
I think that as a result of this fear, i now realize that i have been constructing, (at the back of my mind) a figure of the perfect guy for me.
Who DOESN'T EXIST, DUH!!!
(note: But... hm, no one said the "most suitable" guy didn't exist right? He doesn't have to be PERFECT. I digress.)
In order to defend against the same pain, i have drawn up some blueprint of how the NEW HE should be...
The other weird thing too, is that despite me wanting someone who's NOT him, i also want someone LIKE him.
So, i am doing a mix and match thing and the result is quite likely to be unattainable...
Yes guys, i hear you. I know it's not like i am entitled to customize my new car or something!
Yeah, but the rationale is so that we will get along reasonably well, we will complement each other, he will get along with my family & friends, and we will get married and live happily ever after.
Don't tell me that that's a fairytale. People DO get married have live happily ever after ok.
I'm not feeling sorry over this, it's just an honest reflection and thus my take on this.
There'll probably be more of these when i wonder about how old i am getting...
*** ***
I see so many of my peers moving along with their lives with someone while i am one of those who look at them and think:
When will it be my turn? When will it be my turn? When, when, when...
Wish i had that too. But who do i have?
No one.
Gah, so am i going to be left on the shelf or something.
In a few years time, people are going to be asking me when i am going to get married!
I believe God has my life in His hands, He has His plans.
I am probably not going through the right time for anything else but Him and school and ARCHERY!
(gosh, when was the last time you heard me yabber about that? Feels like a few lightyears)
I am being impatient about my life! Sad to say, impatience is one of my bad points.
Been trying hard to swallow my burgeoning cries for things that i think is best for me.
ME. ME.
Down with self satisfying desires!
I wonder if the saying is true.
Chase after Love and it eludes you, wait patiently and it will find you.
Strangely, i find it nonsensical at first, but when i fit it with real life instances, it seems to make a little more sense.
This is one long post.
Have so much to say these days that i have a few saved drafts, waiting to be published.
So, as much as i fear and feel apprehensive being around people...
The irony turns it around.
I WANT to be around people, to be a friend and in turn, have friendships that are in for the long haul.
The simple conclusion/solution to this would be:
Know who I am, what i'm like and BE MORE CONFIDENT!
Aim to please...? There's got to be a line to draw there.
Before i bore anyone anymore on this, let's part for now.
Till Then.
*It's not that I don't care, or don't want anything to do with you. I do, but it's hard. But, when you find that you can open up to me, you'll discover the loyal friend that i can be.*
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Wow.
Since joining cell, i am meeting new people at an exponential rate!
There's the good and bad of it all.
I am quite the idealist and perfectionist.
But i have to recognize and acknowledge the fact that i am not superwoman, that i need time to adapt, adjust, and fill out into my own skin, which i have not in the past few years!
I blabber a lot about meeting new people because of the very simple fact that it MEANS A LOT to me.
People who don't know what i'm struggling with won't really understand the significance of this "stepping out" into the social world and what it means to me.
(sounds as if i just got released from jail term or just fresh out from the ...... bin)
Am just coming across person, after person, after person... It's overwhelming.
I keep wanting to get home as soon as possible, curl up inside my shell, block out the active world and hide behind the computer screen.
On the flipside, there is another part of me that wants to immerse myself back with people, to once more be like everyone else, able to socialize and contribute.
I tell myself each time when i expect too much, i should just take it easy.
Everyone has their own idiosyncrasies, and they are entitled to it.
I am just afraid that people cannot accept me for who i am.
I long to meet new people in church, that in time, i can call true friends. It's really hard but i guess i should try to downplay the anxiety and let God take the joystick. Erm, i mean controllers.
*** ***
Goodness, two years to get over a less-than-one-year serious relationship.
How am i suppose to cope if more dreadful things happen in future?
Bleah, not that i am being pessimistic, but it is the truth that you cannot ignore right?
You don't know what's ahead of you.
I think i need to go psychotherapize myself. *wahaha*
Because i think i have a cognitive problem linked with relationships now.
Relationships scare me and shake me up to the core.
I don't know how to be in one anymore, i am so scared of feeling the same old pain again.
Plus, the same old nagging feeling of "I DON'T TRUST YOU."
Even when Trust is one of the most basic and important foundations in a relationship, apart from Honesty and the rest.
I'M SORRY, but guys have never given me reason to trust them at all.
Although i feel like my life could accomodate someone (erm, i think), i cringe at the thought of the reality that comes along with a relationship.
And i shield away like a maddened horse.
I think that as a result of this fear, i now realize that i have been constructing, (at the back of my mind) a figure of the perfect guy for me.
Who DOESN'T EXIST, DUH!!!
(note: But... hm, no one said the "most suitable" guy didn't exist right? He doesn't have to be PERFECT. I digress.)
In order to defend against the same pain, i have drawn up some blueprint of how the NEW HE should be...
The other weird thing too, is that despite me wanting someone who's NOT him, i also want someone LIKE him.
So, i am doing a mix and match thing and the result is quite likely to be unattainable...
Yes guys, i hear you. I know it's not like i am entitled to customize my new car or something!
Yeah, but the rationale is so that we will get along reasonably well, we will complement each other, he will get along with my family & friends, and we will get married and live happily ever after.
Don't tell me that that's a fairytale. People DO get married have live happily ever after ok.
I'm not feeling sorry over this, it's just an honest reflection and thus my take on this.
There'll probably be more of these when i wonder about how old i am getting...
*** ***
I see so many of my peers moving along with their lives with someone while i am one of those who look at them and think:
When will it be my turn? When will it be my turn? When, when, when...
Wish i had that too. But who do i have?
No one.
Gah, so am i going to be left on the shelf or something.
In a few years time, people are going to be asking me when i am going to get married!
I believe God has my life in His hands, He has His plans.
I am probably not going through the right time for anything else but Him and school and ARCHERY!
(gosh, when was the last time you heard me yabber about that? Feels like a few lightyears)
I am being impatient about my life! Sad to say, impatience is one of my bad points.
Been trying hard to swallow my burgeoning cries for things that i think is best for me.
ME. ME.
Down with self satisfying desires!
I wonder if the saying is true.
Chase after Love and it eludes you, wait patiently and it will find you.
Strangely, i find it nonsensical at first, but when i fit it with real life instances, it seems to make a little more sense.
This is one long post.
Have so much to say these days that i have a few saved drafts, waiting to be published.
So, as much as i fear and feel apprehensive being around people...
The irony turns it around.
I WANT to be around people, to be a friend and in turn, have friendships that are in for the long haul.
The simple conclusion/solution to this would be:
Know who I am, what i'm like and BE MORE CONFIDENT!
Aim to please...? There's got to be a line to draw there.
Before i bore anyone anymore on this, let's part for now.
Till Then.
*It's not that I don't care, or don't want anything to do with you. I do, but it's hard. But, when you find that you can open up to me, you'll discover the loyal friend that i can be.*
Thursday, September 30, 2004
...
I want to blend up my psychology textbooks, chug them down in a swig, and FAST FORWARD TIME...
FAST FORWARD FAST FORWARD!!!
I MISS MY ARCHERY PRACTICE!
AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Withdrawal symptoms.
I want to own a Hoyt Compound Bow and Recurve Bow someday.
Pweety pweety bows...
My PSE bow is all right. Mine looks most like the SUPRA models you see there.
Just that Hoyts look absolutely gorgeous. *presses nose against the laptop screen*
But they're just TOO Expensive.
FAST FORWARD FAST FORWARD!!!
I MISS MY ARCHERY PRACTICE!
AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Withdrawal symptoms.
I want to own a Hoyt Compound Bow and Recurve Bow someday.
Pweety pweety bows...
My PSE bow is all right. Mine looks most like the SUPRA models you see there.
Just that Hoyts look absolutely gorgeous. *presses nose against the laptop screen*
But they're just TOO Expensive.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Me? For Music Ministry?
Note:
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
And here's Jo wishing you a very Good Morning at 12+a.m approaching 1 a.m.
As you can see, she is acting herself.
But you may choose to see it both ways.
Distorted Jo face. Pablo Picasso would be so proud of me.
*** ***
Ok, anyway. Guess what.
I have been seriously psychoed by my cell mate to go for the music ministry audition.
YES, to serve God as a pianist.
AH...
I think all i needed was that final shove. I guess all along i have been harbouring thoughts of contributing to the music ministry but always thought it was rather far fetched.
Of course, i had also doubted my own ability.
And I still do...
How can i possibly be as good as the people who play every week?
HELLO? Let me give you the low down on my "credentials":
- Piano practical: Grade 1
- Piano theory: Grade 3
- I've stopped my lessons since secondary school, like, sec 1.
- I play by ear now and buy piano books to sight read and play.
- I can play mostly only songs in C major...
- If it's not in C major, the song had better be printed in a book so i can be reminded to hit the sharps or flats.
- Never played in a band before. (BAND: drumset, electric guitars, synthesizer...)
Only bands i've been in were the LOOK-AT-THE-CONDUCTOR-KIND.
I know that it's one thing to serve God...
Trust Him and He'll provide.
Thing is, erm, is this something i should've gotten myself into?
It's scary you know??? One service's congregation can come up to a few hundred people.
And i heard that they (the ones in charge) are pretty concerned with skills, and not only just the spirit to serve.
I prayed over it before i wrote the email.
I felt a strong urge to send it.
Not sure if it was my own excitement or God saying: Go.
Used to be comfortable playing with guests milling about but those days of showmanship confidence is gone.
Haven't played with an audience in a long while.
Audition is on the 9th and they're looking out for:
- sense of rhythm, pitch and dynamics
- ability to sight read
- ability to improvise
- ability to harmonise and modulate.
I'm all right at most of it, the problem now is getting myself to play properly.
*wails*
I'll be fine. I think. I hope.
Just need a little tinkling or banging from now till then.
Maybe Later...
Mug Bug Calls.
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
And here's Jo wishing you a very Good Morning at 12+a.m approaching 1 a.m.
As you can see, she is acting herself.
But you may choose to see it both ways.
Distorted Jo face. Pablo Picasso would be so proud of me.
*** ***
Ok, anyway. Guess what.
I have been seriously psychoed by my cell mate to go for the music ministry audition.
YES, to serve God as a pianist.
AH...
I think all i needed was that final shove. I guess all along i have been harbouring thoughts of contributing to the music ministry but always thought it was rather far fetched.
Of course, i had also doubted my own ability.
And I still do...
How can i possibly be as good as the people who play every week?
HELLO? Let me give you the low down on my "credentials":
- Piano practical: Grade 1
- Piano theory: Grade 3
- I've stopped my lessons since secondary school, like, sec 1.
- I play by ear now and buy piano books to sight read and play.
- I can play mostly only songs in C major...
- If it's not in C major, the song had better be printed in a book so i can be reminded to hit the sharps or flats.
- Never played in a band before. (BAND: drumset, electric guitars, synthesizer...)
Only bands i've been in were the LOOK-AT-THE-CONDUCTOR-KIND.
I know that it's one thing to serve God...
Trust Him and He'll provide.
Thing is, erm, is this something i should've gotten myself into?
It's scary you know??? One service's congregation can come up to a few hundred people.
And i heard that they (the ones in charge) are pretty concerned with skills, and not only just the spirit to serve.
I prayed over it before i wrote the email.
I felt a strong urge to send it.
Not sure if it was my own excitement or God saying: Go.
Used to be comfortable playing with guests milling about but those days of showmanship confidence is gone.
Haven't played with an audience in a long while.
Audition is on the 9th and they're looking out for:
- sense of rhythm, pitch and dynamics
- ability to sight read
- ability to improvise
- ability to harmonise and modulate.
I'm all right at most of it, the problem now is getting myself to play properly.
*wails*
I'll be fine. I think. I hope.
Just need a little tinkling or banging from now till then.
Maybe Later...
Mug Bug Calls.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Buay Tahan
I know some of you would've ALREADY been pelted by photos of Jed, and some of you have also seen these same pictures under "My Slavedriver".
But, because he's so cute i will post his puppy pictures here.
That's the cutest thing i've ever seen! My Darling!
That's got to be the stupidest face (but SO CUTE!!!). (Courtesy of sister's and camera's timely presence.) Cracks me up all the time. Feel free to break the record.
No, we didn't do any photo editing or resizing a la Lord of the Rings.
Hope you ran out of breath because you were chanting that he's the cutest thing to hit the planet.
Till Then.
*having blog diarrhoea*
But, because he's so cute i will post his puppy pictures here.
That's the cutest thing i've ever seen! My Darling!
That's got to be the stupidest face (but SO CUTE!!!). (Courtesy of sister's and camera's timely presence.) Cracks me up all the time. Feel free to break the record.
No, we didn't do any photo editing or resizing a la Lord of the Rings.
Hope you ran out of breath because you were chanting that he's the cutest thing to hit the planet.
Till Then.
*having blog diarrhoea*
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Mmm... and Muah hahaaha.
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*** ***
Mum: Who was that?
Jo:Jie
Mom: Why so formal?
Jo: Cos she's so nice! Call me to tell me got Pasar Malam!
Mom: See, you have such a nice sister right?
Jo: Yup...
Mom: You have such a nice sister right?
Jo: Yup...
Mom: You love your sister?
Jo: That goes without saying...
When i reflected on my last statement...
I realized that that's one of the biggest mistakes people do make in their lives.
I didn't realize it until i thought back on it.
When you love someone (and it helps if there's a mutual understanding [not necessarily mutual feelings]) tell them.
Cliche as anything, but that's what cliches are...
Used too often, it's hackneyed.
But why would they be overused?
Because many people have said it.
And why would it generalize?
Because it holds truth.
Ah, that's why, i don't always caste aside (all) cliches.
And neither should you.
*** ***
I woke up awful late this morning, and one reason was because my darling was curled up against me. MY DOG LAH.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness because i really wanted to sleep yet i had to wake up.
I refused to.
But then, i was sharply awoken by a very bad smell. Two wafts of it that passed through my sense of smell department was all it took to jerk me out of sleep.
My darling dang well farted in my face, and yes, his butt was right in front of my face.
Till Then.
*Return of the headache... Help.*
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*** ***
Mum: Who was that?
Jo:Jie
Mom: Why so formal?
Jo: Cos she's so nice! Call me to tell me got Pasar Malam!
Mom: See, you have such a nice sister right?
Jo: Yup...
Mom: You have such a nice sister right?
Jo: Yup...
Mom: You love your sister?
Jo: That goes without saying...
When i reflected on my last statement...
I realized that that's one of the biggest mistakes people do make in their lives.
I didn't realize it until i thought back on it.
When you love someone (and it helps if there's a mutual understanding [not necessarily mutual feelings]) tell them.
Cliche as anything, but that's what cliches are...
Used too often, it's hackneyed.
But why would they be overused?
Because many people have said it.
And why would it generalize?
Because it holds truth.
Ah, that's why, i don't always caste aside (all) cliches.
And neither should you.
*** ***
I woke up awful late this morning, and one reason was because my darling was curled up against me. MY DOG LAH.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness because i really wanted to sleep yet i had to wake up.
I refused to.
But then, i was sharply awoken by a very bad smell. Two wafts of it that passed through my sense of smell department was all it took to jerk me out of sleep.
My darling dang well farted in my face, and yes, his butt was right in front of my face.
Till Then.
*Return of the headache... Help.*
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Pain... but there is also this thing called, Grace.
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*** ***
Went for corporate prayer yesterday.
It's like a prayer session, outside the usual church services, concerning social issues in Singapore and beyond. It's open to basically everyone... The more the merrier of course.
I at first felt so odd, and wanted to beat it the moment i could.
But as we begun praying, i felt like... there's so much to pray for, there's so much that we need God's intervention in.
And the reality of God, the Real, just seeped in.
This has brought me a tiny step closer to having a stronger relationship with my Lord.
That is something that i've been craving for inside...
The change that i feel inside, regarding my relationship with God seems to have been kind of... tweaked, so to speak.
It feels different.
In a good sense.
Since joining cell, it feels like a step in the right direction of sorts.
It's been uncomfortable, no doubt, but a necessary "uncomfortableness".
And i'm cautiously happy over the uncomfortableness.
I hope that in time to come, God's plan for me will be revealed and then i can FINALLY really do something that God desires of me so that i can be a good and faithful servant and make Him happy.
*** ***
Was doing a little background work and kinda got the answer i was/was not looking for.
Apart from that, i also found out something i wasn't expecting at this point.
Not expecting at all.
Stabs...
Started out so hard and painful, the knife thrusting deep, deep inside.
The "fact of life" that i have been preparing myself for has finally arrived.
The stabs soon eased off but had inflicted a wound that left me to bleed...
I needed an outlet and God was gracious.
Thanks God and thanks Germ. :-)
I am blessed with good friends... How wretched life would be... without you.
Thanks for listening and thanks for sharing.
The grace of God is the one that pulls me through the pain.
It has been some time already since the day i committed my pain and unresolved feelings to God and told myself to LET GO.
Thanks mom dearest for being there for me. You were my pillar of strength and guiding light when i needed you.
As cruddy as it is, i guess i have to admit that i am glad and thankful that it happened at this point.
"This point" meaning: I have come to a time when i know it is probably an inevitable thing, part of life and would happen at any time.
And feel quite, quite, cool about it too.
(but how come NSFs got so much time to chase girls one? *:-P*)
Yup, so it has happened at a time when i am mostly over it, had time to heal pretty much from the bigger wound, and am closer to God.
What good timing. :-)
Thank you Lord.
I feel such peace to know that i can kneel down to pray and tell God how i feel.
He is everlasting, He is ever present and HE LOVES ME.
Even if the world does not.
And he does not.
Well, i can't say i am clapping with utmost glee and hopping around like a headless but elated chicken, but i can say with certainty that it has been for the best that we aren't together.
And i look forward to the moment when i can feel happy for them... Sincerely.
OK! Enough MELANCHOLY here!
I have a life ahead and a kind of new beginning.
And God, is in the middle of it all.
*** ***
Man, WHAT A SMILE!!! (cannot tell you la, sorry.)
So genuine, so cute, and looks just like J.
How uncanny.
The male version.
*** ***
Till Then.
*may update at a more godly hour... It's 3:27am, saturday.*
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Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Went for corporate prayer yesterday.
It's like a prayer session, outside the usual church services, concerning social issues in Singapore and beyond. It's open to basically everyone... The more the merrier of course.
I at first felt so odd, and wanted to beat it the moment i could.
But as we begun praying, i felt like... there's so much to pray for, there's so much that we need God's intervention in.
And the reality of God, the Real, just seeped in.
This has brought me a tiny step closer to having a stronger relationship with my Lord.
That is something that i've been craving for inside...
The change that i feel inside, regarding my relationship with God seems to have been kind of... tweaked, so to speak.
It feels different.
In a good sense.
Since joining cell, it feels like a step in the right direction of sorts.
It's been uncomfortable, no doubt, but a necessary "uncomfortableness".
And i'm cautiously happy over the uncomfortableness.
I hope that in time to come, God's plan for me will be revealed and then i can FINALLY really do something that God desires of me so that i can be a good and faithful servant and make Him happy.
*** ***
Was doing a little background work and kinda got the answer i was/was not looking for.
Apart from that, i also found out something i wasn't expecting at this point.
Not expecting at all.
Stabs...
Started out so hard and painful, the knife thrusting deep, deep inside.
The "fact of life" that i have been preparing myself for has finally arrived.
The stabs soon eased off but had inflicted a wound that left me to bleed...
I needed an outlet and God was gracious.
Thanks God and thanks Germ. :-)
I am blessed with good friends... How wretched life would be... without you.
Thanks for listening and thanks for sharing.
The grace of God is the one that pulls me through the pain.
It has been some time already since the day i committed my pain and unresolved feelings to God and told myself to LET GO.
Thanks mom dearest for being there for me. You were my pillar of strength and guiding light when i needed you.
As cruddy as it is, i guess i have to admit that i am glad and thankful that it happened at this point.
"This point" meaning: I have come to a time when i know it is probably an inevitable thing, part of life and would happen at any time.
And feel quite, quite, cool about it too.
(but how come NSFs got so much time to chase girls one? *:-P*)
Yup, so it has happened at a time when i am mostly over it, had time to heal pretty much from the bigger wound, and am closer to God.
What good timing. :-)
Thank you Lord.
I feel such peace to know that i can kneel down to pray and tell God how i feel.
He is everlasting, He is ever present and HE LOVES ME.
Even if the world does not.
And he does not.
Well, i can't say i am clapping with utmost glee and hopping around like a headless but elated chicken, but i can say with certainty that it has been for the best that we aren't together.
And i look forward to the moment when i can feel happy for them... Sincerely.
OK! Enough MELANCHOLY here!
I have a life ahead and a kind of new beginning.
And God, is in the middle of it all.
*** ***
Man, WHAT A SMILE!!! (cannot tell you la, sorry.)
So genuine, so cute, and looks just like J.
How uncanny.
The male version.
*** ***
Till Then.
*may update at a more godly hour... It's 3:27am, saturday.*
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Another quiet night. No, morning.
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*** ***
It's 3+am in the morning, and still doing note taking and i am having difficulty remembering everything. Good thing, it is an interesting topic.
Oh, it's psychology exam prep.
Psychoanalytic and humanistic perspectives.
This is the second time i'm staying up so late. BAH.
I hope i can wake tomorrow in time to go to school to mug.
I heard odd noises outside, didn't quite sound like birds yet sounded birdy-ish but in a funny way.
I wonder if some huge, impressive, or scary flying creature might flap down and land on my window sill.
Then it would proceed to tell me that i'm actually a real authentic princess from a far away fantasy land and that they are so happy to have tracked me down and will now bring me back to where i belong.
It is the witching hour.
*cackle, cackle*
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*** ***
It's 3+am in the morning, and still doing note taking and i am having difficulty remembering everything. Good thing, it is an interesting topic.
Oh, it's psychology exam prep.
Psychoanalytic and humanistic perspectives.
This is the second time i'm staying up so late. BAH.
I hope i can wake tomorrow in time to go to school to mug.
I heard odd noises outside, didn't quite sound like birds yet sounded birdy-ish but in a funny way.
I wonder if some huge, impressive, or scary flying creature might flap down and land on my window sill.
Then it would proceed to tell me that i'm actually a real authentic princess from a far away fantasy land and that they are so happy to have tracked me down and will now bring me back to where i belong.
It is the witching hour.
*cackle, cackle*
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Wonderings about ancient human procreation and another weird thing.
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*** ***
I'm not being dirty minded.
But i wonder how the first humans had sex.
(hm, first humans. Seems to me i do not subscribe to evolution although some of it seems to be quite persuasive, anyhoo. To be honest, i was debating with myself over the issue of evolution some time back. Ok, so this is a publc declaration of my rejection of evolution)
You know, if humans first started out as ape like things (so says evolutionists), and since God made Adam and Eve in the image of Himself, then God looks like an Ape?
"LUDICROUS!" you hiss.
Then,
"Do you know how God looks like then?"
"..."
Whether by choice or hope, or just pure convention, I personally think that God is not an Ape.
Not even a smart Ape.
Anyway.
It's like, you kind of wonder how they managed to figure it out.
Ok, so the first people i believe were Adam and Eve.
Did God have to like, whisper to Adam when he was maybe playing with a parrot and whisper to Eve when she was riding a horse?
Ok, you might say it was just basic instincts. Ok... but i mean, HOW would they have known what was for what?
They came to Earth as adults right? They didn't exactly have time as children and adolescents to explore their bodies. If you read about growing up, you might know a bit about that.
But i guess since we're all here, they got it right.
And then, can you imagine.
Adam and Eve were the first ever highest order living things.
Isn't it amazing that all the people that ever came AFTER them were descendents OF ADAM AND EVE? (before the flooding of the Earth though. Noah's Ark yeah?)
That's a WHOLE LOAD OF PEOPLE coming from just two people and their descendents and blah blah, don't you think?
And can you imagine how long it took for people to procreate till they filled the Earth?
Maybe it wasn't all that difficult...
Back then, people could live up to a few hundred years of age! What was the longest...? 900+?
Hm, i wonder how they looked like by 900.
Maybe at the age of 700 or so, they would look like today's 100?
I wonder how their libidos were like at 600 years of age and i wonder how many children they could still give birth to at the age of 500, 600, 700... Interesting, isn't it.
Imagine the family sizes... WHAOOOO.
I'm NOT TRYING to be disgusting lah! What are you thinking?
*** ***
You know, following from the bible.
About how Adam and Eve had their eyes opened after eating that fruit and how they realized that they were naked soon after and that they were now officially, sinful.
As a child, i used to think that:
Hey, if i continue being a good girl, perfect, faultless and SINLESS... maybe i'll see myself beginning to fade into transparency or maybe instead of flesh and skin, my body will be replaced by bright light.
You know, like, purity and sinlessness.
I'm still very fleshy, so, drop it Jo.
*** ***
I am just scared over the coming exams... I've never felt this unsure before and i sure don't want to repeat this module.
I don't know how to study for it. *wails*
Anyway, i have two bubble teas next to me.
I am getting fat. Really fat.
Till Then.
*A new life in cell(i hope) and in God.*
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*** ***
I'm not being dirty minded.
But i wonder how the first humans had sex.
(hm, first humans. Seems to me i do not subscribe to evolution although some of it seems to be quite persuasive, anyhoo. To be honest, i was debating with myself over the issue of evolution some time back. Ok, so this is a publc declaration of my rejection of evolution)
You know, if humans first started out as ape like things (so says evolutionists), and since God made Adam and Eve in the image of Himself, then God looks like an Ape?
"LUDICROUS!" you hiss.
Then,
"Do you know how God looks like then?"
"..."
Whether by choice or hope, or just pure convention, I personally think that God is not an Ape.
Not even a smart Ape.
Anyway.
It's like, you kind of wonder how they managed to figure it out.
Ok, so the first people i believe were Adam and Eve.
Did God have to like, whisper to Adam when he was maybe playing with a parrot and whisper to Eve when she was riding a horse?
Ok, you might say it was just basic instincts. Ok... but i mean, HOW would they have known what was for what?
They came to Earth as adults right? They didn't exactly have time as children and adolescents to explore their bodies. If you read about growing up, you might know a bit about that.
But i guess since we're all here, they got it right.
And then, can you imagine.
Adam and Eve were the first ever highest order living things.
Isn't it amazing that all the people that ever came AFTER them were descendents OF ADAM AND EVE? (before the flooding of the Earth though. Noah's Ark yeah?)
That's a WHOLE LOAD OF PEOPLE coming from just two people and their descendents and blah blah, don't you think?
And can you imagine how long it took for people to procreate till they filled the Earth?
Maybe it wasn't all that difficult...
Back then, people could live up to a few hundred years of age! What was the longest...? 900+?
Hm, i wonder how they looked like by 900.
Maybe at the age of 700 or so, they would look like today's 100?
I wonder how their libidos were like at 600 years of age and i wonder how many children they could still give birth to at the age of 500, 600, 700... Interesting, isn't it.
Imagine the family sizes... WHAOOOO.
I'm NOT TRYING to be disgusting lah! What are you thinking?
*** ***
You know, following from the bible.
About how Adam and Eve had their eyes opened after eating that fruit and how they realized that they were naked soon after and that they were now officially, sinful.
As a child, i used to think that:
Hey, if i continue being a good girl, perfect, faultless and SINLESS... maybe i'll see myself beginning to fade into transparency or maybe instead of flesh and skin, my body will be replaced by bright light.
You know, like, purity and sinlessness.
I'm still very fleshy, so, drop it Jo.
*** ***
I am just scared over the coming exams... I've never felt this unsure before and i sure don't want to repeat this module.
I don't know how to study for it. *wails*
Anyway, i have two bubble teas next to me.
I am getting fat. Really fat.
Till Then.
*A new life in cell(i hope) and in God.*
Monday, September 20, 2004
Wot a day mate... Wot a day.
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*** ***
Am i wrong to say that i hardly divulge about my day's happenings?
Ok, ONLY if it is an archery day, then i'll be yabbering about my scores and what not.
I'm hoping to make this post as short as my non-stop shooting mouth would possibly allow allow allow.
Saturday and Sunday was exceptional, for this fat mountain turtle. (goes to town... lalala.)
Saturday went like this:
Got up and rushed through as much exam prep as i could and obviously, it wasn't productive.
Tried to hide my sudden outburst of zits, (this one episode was abnormal ok! Suddenly so many and so painful) and then rushed off to church for cell group meeting.
Thought i would be late because i had a grand total of about 8 minutes to get to the room from the MRT station.
Walked so hard i developed an instant blister on my left sole.
But it was worth it. Got there early and got to meet two other cell group girls. Both awfully nice.
Also found out from cell leader later that our cell actually has a punctuality problem one.
HAH.
We had such a great time of sharing, more in depth than usual, as i learnt from an old timer later. Was greatly blessed by the care and concern from the rest.
Thank God! :-DDDDDD
After cell, we kind of had to dash down for evening service at the auditorium.
After which, i was ready to go off with family for dinner but was spotted by K who asked me to come along for dinner, so... I at first reluctantly said: I'll go check with my family...
BUT i am SO GLAD i went... Thanks K! :-D
My dad was only TOO happy to say "YEAH! Go! Go!".
(he thinks i should get to know more people my age in church, and i agree)
OKIE! So off i went with a bunch of people i HARDLY knew. It felt weird and God knows i was trying my utmost best to be a friend to them and be as natural as possible.
We adjourned to the convenient hawker centre nearby and had quite an interesting time of talking utmost crappology.
Ya, you know, we had this short session of nonsense bible jokes.
(eg. who was the first man in the bible to wear a bra, OR, who was the first man in the bible to break ALL the 10 commandments at one shot)
Wanna know the answer? Ha, try guessing... If you dunno, then ask me, i tell you.
It felt so odd:
- was with a bunch of 7 people including myself. And there were only 2 girls. Me and K.
- the rest of the guys were people i met for the first or second time only.
- was trying to be who i was without being TOO myself, cos i'd scare them all that way.
I TEND TO BE SCARY TO PEOPLE WHO MEET ME FOR THE FIRST TIME.
- hello? Jo with a group of guys? Go and buy 4D lah! Sure strike BIG TIME.
Overall calculation and impressions:
(I mean what i say, and i tell the truth. So if you think it's mean, you meet the fella youself and tell me what you think.)
Guy 1 : complete, big time, mean, jerk face that i hope isn't as bad as he portrays himself to be.
Guy 2 : never-say-one-single-word so i dunno.
Guy 3 : talks like a lot, sometimes he talks until we don't know what on Earth he's saying. I thought he resembled a secondary school friend of mine.
Guy 4: Rather -, sometimes humourous.
Guy 5: Rather - too. Quiet and can be quite farni...
Sunday:
Went to Heeren to buy HMV voucher as a birthday present.
CAME ACROSS THE SINGAPORE IDOL FINALISTS!!!
I felt a pang of: Darn... Wish i could be famous too... Uh? Anyway.
Then went to meet two good friends from JC.
Then off to friend's place for birthday celebration.
Was suppose to stay home to do work before meeting JC mates. But i had no choice but to go down to orchard at the last minute...
So, Ger, I'M SO SORRY. I wanted to tell you that i was going to be in town after all but i figured it was better i didn't change the plans anymore.
Sunday was non-stop action man...
Went shopping around for the belt i need for my quiver but to no avail. In the end, it seems i will be getting the belt through a friend in the army? But i don't know how serious he is about helping me.
Don't people wear belts these days?!?!??!?!
Bleah.
OH. And i decided to do something i usually wouldn't do.
I was browsing through a boutique and came across this super-short-to-the-max looking skirt and i thought: OK! I'm going to try this on for the heck of it! LALALLALA! I've never tried something like this before... Wonder how i'd look like in it. Gonna try man, oh so fun!
AND WALA.
It fitted pretty swell ok! But first.
Back and side views were forgiving...
But when you see me from the front, you will puke your guts.
Won't tell you why lah.
There is this little rhyme on Singaporean women:
From the back, I desire...
From the side, I perspire...
From the front, I retire...
HAHHAHAHHAA. okok. It just means that we're suppose to have generally ugly faces.
ANYWAY... I discovered that actually, it only looks short because it's a hipster skirt.
It IS short, but not as short as i expected. SO... Looks like i might get one... If i can get over my pukey physical feature...
Oh, one of the best parts was Cody the Dog! (the birthday girl's pet) It's my first time meeting Cody and he's quite the rascal. WA. Jack Russells are insane.
Rocket fuel powered, intelligent, hyper, rubber bodied, stocky things.
The fella slurped my face over and over, helping me clean off grime from the day i guess.
He's crazy, he is. Cannot sit still for more than 15 seconds.
But i love dogs... And they love me ok. I am one with dogs...
Short post, my foot.
Ok, i'm growing eye bags big enough to carry chickens in them.
Good Night.
Tlll then.
*be well... till the next verbal diarrhoea!*
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Am i wrong to say that i hardly divulge about my day's happenings?
Ok, ONLY if it is an archery day, then i'll be yabbering about my scores and what not.
I'm hoping to make this post as short as my non-stop shooting mouth would possibly allow allow allow.
Saturday and Sunday was exceptional, for this fat mountain turtle. (goes to town... lalala.)
Saturday went like this:
Got up and rushed through as much exam prep as i could and obviously, it wasn't productive.
Tried to hide my sudden outburst of zits, (this one episode was abnormal ok! Suddenly so many and so painful) and then rushed off to church for cell group meeting.
Thought i would be late because i had a grand total of about 8 minutes to get to the room from the MRT station.
Walked so hard i developed an instant blister on my left sole.
But it was worth it. Got there early and got to meet two other cell group girls. Both awfully nice.
Also found out from cell leader later that our cell actually has a punctuality problem one.
HAH.
We had such a great time of sharing, more in depth than usual, as i learnt from an old timer later. Was greatly blessed by the care and concern from the rest.
Thank God! :-DDDDDD
After cell, we kind of had to dash down for evening service at the auditorium.
After which, i was ready to go off with family for dinner but was spotted by K who asked me to come along for dinner, so... I at first reluctantly said: I'll go check with my family...
BUT i am SO GLAD i went... Thanks K! :-D
My dad was only TOO happy to say "YEAH! Go! Go!".
(he thinks i should get to know more people my age in church, and i agree)
OKIE! So off i went with a bunch of people i HARDLY knew. It felt weird and God knows i was trying my utmost best to be a friend to them and be as natural as possible.
We adjourned to the convenient hawker centre nearby and had quite an interesting time of talking utmost crappology.
Ya, you know, we had this short session of nonsense bible jokes.
(eg. who was the first man in the bible to wear a bra, OR, who was the first man in the bible to break ALL the 10 commandments at one shot)
Wanna know the answer? Ha, try guessing... If you dunno, then ask me, i tell you.
It felt so odd:
- was with a bunch of 7 people including myself. And there were only 2 girls. Me and K.
- the rest of the guys were people i met for the first or second time only.
- was trying to be who i was without being TOO myself, cos i'd scare them all that way.
I TEND TO BE SCARY TO PEOPLE WHO MEET ME FOR THE FIRST TIME.
- hello? Jo with a group of guys? Go and buy 4D lah! Sure strike BIG TIME.
Overall calculation and impressions:
(I mean what i say, and i tell the truth. So if you think it's mean, you meet the fella youself and tell me what you think.)
Guy 1 : complete, big time, mean, jerk face that i hope isn't as bad as he portrays himself to be.
Guy 2 : never-say-one-single-word so i dunno.
Guy 3 : talks like a lot, sometimes he talks until we don't know what on Earth he's saying. I thought he resembled a secondary school friend of mine.
Guy 4: Rather -, sometimes humourous.
Guy 5: Rather - too. Quiet and can be quite farni...
Sunday:
Went to Heeren to buy HMV voucher as a birthday present.
CAME ACROSS THE SINGAPORE IDOL FINALISTS!!!
I felt a pang of: Darn... Wish i could be famous too... Uh? Anyway.
Then went to meet two good friends from JC.
Then off to friend's place for birthday celebration.
Was suppose to stay home to do work before meeting JC mates. But i had no choice but to go down to orchard at the last minute...
So, Ger, I'M SO SORRY. I wanted to tell you that i was going to be in town after all but i figured it was better i didn't change the plans anymore.
Sunday was non-stop action man...
Went shopping around for the belt i need for my quiver but to no avail. In the end, it seems i will be getting the belt through a friend in the army? But i don't know how serious he is about helping me.
Don't people wear belts these days?!?!??!?!
Bleah.
OH. And i decided to do something i usually wouldn't do.
I was browsing through a boutique and came across this super-short-to-the-max looking skirt and i thought: OK! I'm going to try this on for the heck of it! LALALLALA! I've never tried something like this before... Wonder how i'd look like in it. Gonna try man, oh so fun!
AND WALA.
It fitted pretty swell ok! But first.
Back and side views were forgiving...
But when you see me from the front, you will puke your guts.
Won't tell you why lah.
There is this little rhyme on Singaporean women:
From the back, I desire...
From the side, I perspire...
From the front, I retire...
HAHHAHAHHAA. okok. It just means that we're suppose to have generally ugly faces.
ANYWAY... I discovered that actually, it only looks short because it's a hipster skirt.
It IS short, but not as short as i expected. SO... Looks like i might get one... If i can get over my pukey physical feature...
Oh, one of the best parts was Cody the Dog! (the birthday girl's pet) It's my first time meeting Cody and he's quite the rascal. WA. Jack Russells are insane.
Rocket fuel powered, intelligent, hyper, rubber bodied, stocky things.
The fella slurped my face over and over, helping me clean off grime from the day i guess.
He's crazy, he is. Cannot sit still for more than 15 seconds.
But i love dogs... And they love me ok. I am one with dogs...
Short post, my foot.
Ok, i'm growing eye bags big enough to carry chickens in them.
Good Night.
Tlll then.
*be well... till the next verbal diarrhoea!*
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Humanness.
Note:
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Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
I'm not sure if this is anything special, but i find it amazing, from time to time, to find myself looking through my own eyes.
Do we sometimes take it for granted that we are given a body, a living life, figure.
We have control over our little toes, fingers... Twiddle them, come on!
We have control over who we want to be, who we are. (oh, be gone you biological perspective, reductionist view!)
Do you feel the life in yourself? You're alive. You're living. You're someone. You've your own being. You ARE your own being.
As i people watch, i find it so fundamentally fascinating that i am one soul, looking through these particular eyes.
No one looks through my eyes, nor i, theirs.
I am ME.
I am experiencing what i am right now, through my own body.
And everyone else is doing the same.
But they are not me, and i am not them.
Each soul given to each body.
I was never too bothered about human interaction, before studying psychology.
But it has opened a new door inside me to see some things in its reality.
I begin to see the importance and profound effect that human interactions and the environment can have on an individual.
But the most intruiging part of human interaction is between babies/children and parents.
Man... I could potentially turn the fella into a monster.
Now, when i see parents and children, i'm thinking: Whatever and however you teach them, whatever you talk to them about, how you treat them, is going to mould them.
Cannot help but beam inside when i see young children make sense of the world, their little perceptions of it...
I cannot see myself having kids and bringing them up the right way. Sigh, i'm too impatient to treat children right, even when they are naughty.
I tend to treat them as i would an adult... But you just can't.
For example, if you are pissed with someone your age, you might show it in whatever way you do and/or show some bitchy attitude.
But you can't do that to kids. At least preferably not.
You have to teach them, correct them. And explain to them why it has to and/or cannot be that way. You can't get angry to the extent you yell at them, be bitchy, shrug them off, be curt.
Because ultimately, they are going to learn it and perhaps even get affected by it.
Just rambling inspired by a little psychology.
Ok, i had better go...
Cell group later and i have work to accomplish.
Till then.
*5 zits and counting... Humbug*
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from NOW, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
I'm not sure if this is anything special, but i find it amazing, from time to time, to find myself looking through my own eyes.
Do we sometimes take it for granted that we are given a body, a living life, figure.
We have control over our little toes, fingers... Twiddle them, come on!
We have control over who we want to be, who we are. (oh, be gone you biological perspective, reductionist view!)
Do you feel the life in yourself? You're alive. You're living. You're someone. You've your own being. You ARE your own being.
As i people watch, i find it so fundamentally fascinating that i am one soul, looking through these particular eyes.
No one looks through my eyes, nor i, theirs.
I am ME.
I am experiencing what i am right now, through my own body.
And everyone else is doing the same.
But they are not me, and i am not them.
Each soul given to each body.
I was never too bothered about human interaction, before studying psychology.
But it has opened a new door inside me to see some things in its reality.
I begin to see the importance and profound effect that human interactions and the environment can have on an individual.
But the most intruiging part of human interaction is between babies/children and parents.
Man... I could potentially turn the fella into a monster.
Now, when i see parents and children, i'm thinking: Whatever and however you teach them, whatever you talk to them about, how you treat them, is going to mould them.
Cannot help but beam inside when i see young children make sense of the world, their little perceptions of it...
I cannot see myself having kids and bringing them up the right way. Sigh, i'm too impatient to treat children right, even when they are naughty.
I tend to treat them as i would an adult... But you just can't.
For example, if you are pissed with someone your age, you might show it in whatever way you do and/or show some bitchy attitude.
But you can't do that to kids. At least preferably not.
You have to teach them, correct them. And explain to them why it has to and/or cannot be that way. You can't get angry to the extent you yell at them, be bitchy, shrug them off, be curt.
Because ultimately, they are going to learn it and perhaps even get affected by it.
Just rambling inspired by a little psychology.
Ok, i had better go...
Cell group later and i have work to accomplish.
Till then.
*5 zits and counting... Humbug*
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Happy Memories from Secondary School! Yes, Jo's trying to be happy.
Note:
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Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Been wanting to go to school to mug where i can use the gorgeous library study cubicles. Oh so many of them...
But, each time i want to go, i realize it's too late anyway. Need to be back for meals with family and the like.
It's been pouring everyday of late.
I love rain.
The only gripes i have about rain is,
1. It completely foils a day out on the range for shooting. I don't care about getting wet. It's my precious darling bow that i cannot bear to destroy. Besides, kinda hard to aim also with the wind blowing my bow and i back and forth, side to side.
2. When mugging, i cannot open my window to enjoy the cold cold wind and rain. Why?
My entire study table and its contents will be having an unpleasant swimming experience.
It happened once. Rather hilarious but troublesome.
Yup.
When i used to go on camping trips in secondary school back then, i remember that fateful day when we were caught on the beach down below from the dorms.
Then again, "caught" is subjective.
Was enjoying every second of the watery element.
Just sat at the bench, letting the streams of water flow down my face as i stared out to sea. Was as drenched as a dead and drowned rat.
It didn't matter how cold and wet i got because, it was precisely why i loved it.
And i didn't get sick at all.
I miss those camping trips. I remember one Prefect's Retreat we had to Sisters' Island.
I've always been wanting to go back there for another trip for a couple of days.
I remember how as i lay in between two coconut tress through the night, (seriously! So surreal right?) on a very holey hammock (the net kind, not cloth) the feeling was just indescribable.
The sea was just two metres or so away at high tide, the wind blew in cold gusts, the moon was high up in the open sky.
It was so perfect for weirdo, animal-philic me.
I felt so free, so close to nature, my insides ached.
I didn't want the night to end. I wanted the experience to last forever.
Camping trip anyone?
*** ***
Here're a few pictures from the days gone by... Secondary School, that is.
They're actually digital photos of developed photos, so they might not look as good as i'd hoped.
Try to find me... Where's Joline?
1. Sunset taken from Sister's Island. Alwyn's photos reminded me of these pictures i had stashed in my drawer. Thanks for jogging me memory!
2. Another Sister's Island sunset. String you see on tree is from our hammocks.
3. Presenting you... My Band Mates! You guys are the best. Probably one of those photos after a school function.
4. Meet our drum major. He came from playing soccer and switched back to our band uniform. Tell me if that's not gross.
5. The Band and Drum Major photo with the few extras in it. No lah, you guys complete the picture. heh heh. Aiya, but i spoilt the photo...
6. Ghim Moh Secondary School Military Band. Small but we all love each other... Brudder, brudder. Conductor Mr Tan on the extreme left and Mr Sim on the extreme right. Yes... wearing a soccer jersey top.
7. Kill the Drum Majors! Er wait, did i just say we all loved each other?
8. The leaders and teachers from one of the many St John's Island camps we had back then.
9. A happy bunch of campers! Teachers not included. St. John's Island as well.
10. And here's signing off... From Yours Truly and Friends. See, i'm the only civilized one in the photo. :-P Nay, fingers aside, you guys ROCK!
Did you see me? heehehe, i doubt so.
JC photos next, maybe.
For now,
Till Then.
*Love, me!*
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you've been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from today/tomorrow, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Yeah, so no replies here because they're in the same commentary box where you left yours.
*** ***
Been wanting to go to school to mug where i can use the gorgeous library study cubicles. Oh so many of them...
But, each time i want to go, i realize it's too late anyway. Need to be back for meals with family and the like.
It's been pouring everyday of late.
I love rain.
The only gripes i have about rain is,
1. It completely foils a day out on the range for shooting. I don't care about getting wet. It's my precious darling bow that i cannot bear to destroy. Besides, kinda hard to aim also with the wind blowing my bow and i back and forth, side to side.
2. When mugging, i cannot open my window to enjoy the cold cold wind and rain. Why?
My entire study table and its contents will be having an unpleasant swimming experience.
It happened once. Rather hilarious but troublesome.
Yup.
When i used to go on camping trips in secondary school back then, i remember that fateful day when we were caught on the beach down below from the dorms.
Then again, "caught" is subjective.
Was enjoying every second of the watery element.
Just sat at the bench, letting the streams of water flow down my face as i stared out to sea. Was as drenched as a dead and drowned rat.
It didn't matter how cold and wet i got because, it was precisely why i loved it.
And i didn't get sick at all.
I miss those camping trips. I remember one Prefect's Retreat we had to Sisters' Island.
I've always been wanting to go back there for another trip for a couple of days.
I remember how as i lay in between two coconut tress through the night, (seriously! So surreal right?) on a very holey hammock (the net kind, not cloth) the feeling was just indescribable.
The sea was just two metres or so away at high tide, the wind blew in cold gusts, the moon was high up in the open sky.
It was so perfect for weirdo, animal-philic me.
I felt so free, so close to nature, my insides ached.
I didn't want the night to end. I wanted the experience to last forever.
Camping trip anyone?
*** ***
Here're a few pictures from the days gone by... Secondary School, that is.
They're actually digital photos of developed photos, so they might not look as good as i'd hoped.
Try to find me... Where's Joline?
1. Sunset taken from Sister's Island. Alwyn's photos reminded me of these pictures i had stashed in my drawer. Thanks for jogging me memory!
2. Another Sister's Island sunset. String you see on tree is from our hammocks.
3. Presenting you... My Band Mates! You guys are the best. Probably one of those photos after a school function.
4. Meet our drum major. He came from playing soccer and switched back to our band uniform. Tell me if that's not gross.
5. The Band and Drum Major photo with the few extras in it. No lah, you guys complete the picture. heh heh. Aiya, but i spoilt the photo...
6. Ghim Moh Secondary School Military Band. Small but we all love each other... Brudder, brudder. Conductor Mr Tan on the extreme left and Mr Sim on the extreme right. Yes... wearing a soccer jersey top.
7. Kill the Drum Majors! Er wait, did i just say we all loved each other?
8. The leaders and teachers from one of the many St John's Island camps we had back then.
9. A happy bunch of campers! Teachers not included. St. John's Island as well.
10. And here's signing off... From Yours Truly and Friends. See, i'm the only civilized one in the photo. :-P Nay, fingers aside, you guys ROCK!
Did you see me? heehehe, i doubt so.
JC photos next, maybe.
For now,
Till Then.
*Love, me!*
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
A mixture.
Note:
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you have been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from today/tomorrow, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Sibling's friend's site. I love her style of writing.
Stacey:
Hee hee, ok... Thanks and no problem!
Hi, nice of you to come by though i don't know if you still will anymore. Nevertheless, i do write replies so if you read this then... Yay! :-D
Min:
Wah really? You actually go out with sunscreen? *clap, clap* Amazing... I'd pop out with zits in no time...
Oh Xiaxue (Wendy is her real name) was just a blogger but over time, i think she slowly got more and more readers, till she hit like the thousands and THEN, was discovered. So, the rags to riches kinda thing, haha, only not quite that way, but you get what i mean. Yep, so she's where she is now because of her own achievements, if you would call it that.
Oh, she has opened two other blogs. *gasp* Hah. Well, people say to her: "Oh no, do you have so much time?" But that's silly because almost her whole life apart from her other writing job, revolves around blogging. So she HAS to blog. Do or die.
Coincidentally, i know a few of her friends... One of them, is the one she calls "Wong the Lawyer" who was my primary school mate. heehee.
Can understand the dying sardonic self praise thing. I think she does it to... Annoy certain people, because she believes in it, attract attention to herself, get more readers, an excuse to put nice pictures of herself... etc. Whatever.
She is merely entertainment. *evil laughter*
Ivan:
hehe, variety in my posts? sounds funny.
Alwyn:
"jacket nonsense ... to prevent shirt lines..." *wahahahhahahha!!!!!!!!!!*
What is it about fair skin that guys like? Oops, not appropriate to discuss here right? Ha, ok, never mind.
But by all means do so, if you don't mind.
Hm, i suppose you would know better. :-) I guess i just get this impression that if a nicely tanned girl walks by, most eyes will follow her... So, most guys still think that tanned girls are more attractive/eye catching.
*** ***
it was about 1+am when i stuck my head out the window as far as i could with my dog watching me with a question mark on his little brow.
there were so many stars that night.
they strike me as odd little things, when you look at them hard enough.
ok, even if you know what they scientifically are.
little pin pricks, burning gases, alien dots, shiny dust...
it's like, out of nowhere, you get these little bright specks in the dark night sky.
they were so pretty.
i miss seeing stars the way i did that night.
*** ***
"How do I Live" was a song i loved so much since secondary school.
But history has made it bittersweet.
And as to why i keep hearing this song of late, is a mystery to me.
It's not just this song...
There're others like, the one from "My Best Friend's wedding". It goes like:
Some day
When i'm awful low,
When the nights are cold,
I will feel a glow,
Just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.
I get a little uneasy inside, but once it ends, back comes composure.
Sharing favourite songs is romantic but aren't always the best things sometimes, i guess.
*** ***
These were the MOST expensive LITTLE things i have ever ordered! Not because they were expensive in themselves, but because i was a giant DOOFUS MOOFUS.
Oh weeelll, i have learnt my lesson and will no more be paying more then i should.
Oh, and this is my first ever time to order ANYthing from overseas via the internet.
They are some archery stuff from Alternative Services in the UK.
My first online order from England!
Contents of my FIRST EVER ONLINE ORDER from England! Archery equipment catalogue, fletching tape, 5 pins, and a free Alternative Services iron-on.
*** ***
I'm scared and why?
Because i DON'T know HOW to study for my psychology exam.
Think i'll go post something on our student forum and see what everyone says.
ARGH. I hate this feeling of not knowing if i can handle the exam!
What if i prepare so much but everything gets foiled?
Bummer Dummer.
I am getting fat from all this "sedentariness", aside from my weight training.
I probably look a lot better either in pitch darkness or if you've had 10 bottles of whisky with another 10 bottles of vodka.
Oh, and dang... I caught a cold from dad.
*sniffles*
Seriously have to go.
Till Then.
*God, please help me...*
Hello peeps! Many thanks for the comments that you have been leaving behind, and i want ya'll to know that they are very much appreciated! With effect from today/tomorrow, i will be replying to your comments via the comment box itself. This way, i can reply faster and blog posts will be shortened. Thanks. :-D
Sibling's friend's site. I love her style of writing.
Stacey:
Hee hee, ok... Thanks and no problem!
Hi, nice of you to come by though i don't know if you still will anymore. Nevertheless, i do write replies so if you read this then... Yay! :-D
Min:
Wah really? You actually go out with sunscreen? *clap, clap* Amazing... I'd pop out with zits in no time...
Oh Xiaxue (Wendy is her real name) was just a blogger but over time, i think she slowly got more and more readers, till she hit like the thousands and THEN, was discovered. So, the rags to riches kinda thing, haha, only not quite that way, but you get what i mean. Yep, so she's where she is now because of her own achievements, if you would call it that.
Oh, she has opened two other blogs. *gasp* Hah. Well, people say to her: "Oh no, do you have so much time?" But that's silly because almost her whole life apart from her other writing job, revolves around blogging. So she HAS to blog. Do or die.
Coincidentally, i know a few of her friends... One of them, is the one she calls "Wong the Lawyer" who was my primary school mate. heehee.
Can understand the dying sardonic self praise thing. I think she does it to... Annoy certain people, because she believes in it, attract attention to herself, get more readers, an excuse to put nice pictures of herself... etc. Whatever.
She is merely entertainment. *evil laughter*
Ivan:
hehe, variety in my posts? sounds funny.
Alwyn:
"jacket nonsense ... to prevent shirt lines..." *wahahahhahahha!!!!!!!!!!*
What is it about fair skin that guys like? Oops, not appropriate to discuss here right? Ha, ok, never mind.
But by all means do so, if you don't mind.
Hm, i suppose you would know better. :-) I guess i just get this impression that if a nicely tanned girl walks by, most eyes will follow her... So, most guys still think that tanned girls are more attractive/eye catching.
*** ***
it was about 1+am when i stuck my head out the window as far as i could with my dog watching me with a question mark on his little brow.
there were so many stars that night.
they strike me as odd little things, when you look at them hard enough.
ok, even if you know what they scientifically are.
little pin pricks, burning gases, alien dots, shiny dust...
it's like, out of nowhere, you get these little bright specks in the dark night sky.
they were so pretty.
i miss seeing stars the way i did that night.
*** ***
"How do I Live" was a song i loved so much since secondary school.
But history has made it bittersweet.
And as to why i keep hearing this song of late, is a mystery to me.
It's not just this song...
There're others like, the one from "My Best Friend's wedding". It goes like:
Some day
When i'm awful low,
When the nights are cold,
I will feel a glow,
Just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.
I get a little uneasy inside, but once it ends, back comes composure.
Sharing favourite songs is romantic but aren't always the best things sometimes, i guess.
*** ***
These were the MOST expensive LITTLE things i have ever ordered! Not because they were expensive in themselves, but because i was a giant DOOFUS MOOFUS.
Oh weeelll, i have learnt my lesson and will no more be paying more then i should.
Oh, and this is my first ever time to order ANYthing from overseas via the internet.
They are some archery stuff from Alternative Services in the UK.
My first online order from England!
Contents of my FIRST EVER ONLINE ORDER from England! Archery equipment catalogue, fletching tape, 5 pins, and a free Alternative Services iron-on.
*** ***
I'm scared and why?
Because i DON'T know HOW to study for my psychology exam.
Think i'll go post something on our student forum and see what everyone says.
ARGH. I hate this feeling of not knowing if i can handle the exam!
What if i prepare so much but everything gets foiled?
Bummer Dummer.
I am getting fat from all this "sedentariness", aside from my weight training.
I probably look a lot better either in pitch darkness or if you've had 10 bottles of whisky with another 10 bottles of vodka.
Oh, and dang... I caught a cold from dad.
*sniffles*
Seriously have to go.
Till Then.
*God, please help me...*
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