Today's Liting Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't know how to change word size, not sure if that's posible... But Anyway, Happy Birthday, my dear friend!!!
Prior to monday, had been feverishly editing my Arts assignment. Am tempted to just abbrev that as "ass"...
GAH...
I had to squeeze a 600+ word answer to one that's 300 or below. No thanks to the ambiguous question structure.
After which i had to get down to serious mugging again to catch up with my readings.
Felt SO sluggish.
Guess doing my assignments was so draining that i just didn't have the right attitude towards my work.
I love DAVID LANZ'S MUSIC.
Was at KINO the other day and they started playing one of his albums, "Finding Paradise".
Being the kind with sad, melancholic inclinations, i like "Tears for Alice".
I've tried it on the piano yesterday. Pretty easy to plonk it out but it sounds a bit bare.
That's the problem with not having enough experience. I stopped piano at a measly grade of Grade 1 (practical).
But since i enjoy music a lot, and we still have that black upright piano, i'm still playing.
At my own leisure.
To save myself from playing the grade 1 books and the tough grade 3 and above classical stuff, i just listen to music and try to follow.
It's fun!
But sometimes when u don't manage to get the right chords, it just doesn't sound right.
Oh, i bought a skinny archery book from Kino. Gah. Within my budget mah.
CAn't say i've read it cover to cover.
But have read and re-read the important bits. ( important at this point)
Pretty day today. Hope it stays.
I actually have some time to myself today. Will go to Borders and look for more books on archery.
I think i've morphed into a studyholic.
When i'm not at my table doing some form of work , i feel guilty.
Bad, bad.
This started in secondary school.
For example, my sec 2 final year examinations were over, but i still felt guilty even while watching tv.
The weird thing was that i did well for my exams but yet.
It's not so acute anymore but i still do feel guilty when i go out.
Any scientific disorder?
I remember this GP comprehension once, about how people today are so caught up with work that with every free moment, they would find some work to do. On trains and whatnot.
Well... some people are busy on our trains with activities far different. Think: couples.
My room is a war zone.
And so is my face.
I think it's the weather's effect. Everytime a zit heals, a few more are birthed!!!! They are multiplying exponentially.
I notice i'm not bothering with "Scribbles" anymore... Guess it's because i'm happy and safe from depression.
When happy, Jo doesn't muse.
Jo is amused.
Alwyn:
Hm, i take it that your new found hobby is editing photos...? Hee. Seriously, i thought that picture you posted was something so fresh. Was captivated.
"Is that real? Looks like it.... But look at the texture! It seems somewhat dreamlike... But then look at the details. It really looks like the hall but yet something seems out..."
Haha. I liked the gun and the gloved hands.
Me like weapons.
I applied for all 3 unis... SMOO included.
THere's quite a few reasons as to why i did.
Here're just a couple:
1. one mental torment would be over.
2. save parents' money.
Thanks for your support! Will be doing a lot of mulling over the potential decision.
I hope it's something God opened up for me... (because he knows some desires)
Huimin:
Helloz. Yur... Hostels. Very happening. *tsk*
Yes... would go for it if i wasn't in this transitional stage. DOn't want to follow a certain national sprinter's steps.
Feeling really torn. I know where my priorities lie.
Yet when it comes to the decision, my resolve might crack.
It is sad when u think about how some people say that you just have to sacrifice some things in life no matter how fantastic.
It's an opportunity here but i'm wondering if it's going to end up being one of "those" sacrifices.
I sound so pessimistic right.
:-D
2:16pm
I'M BACK!
I spent most of the time at Taka looking for that -murpingpickatootoo- SHOP.
Up and down, up and down the escalator, walkin' left and right, left and right....
Guards standing around those big brand shops were probably radioing each other about a:
*crackle, crackle*
"Aye, got this funny funny char boh with #$% brur brur face, walking hor from one end to udder end... Better watch out, skarly she planting bombs in toilets. Be care-foo hor."
Finally found the equally -murpingpickatootoo- directory and so i reached the shop and got what i wanted.
Think i'll be back there again. Nice stuff.
If that sounds joline-u-no-hope-LAH!... Well.
Went to the atm machine to check balance and the wonderful machine nearly scared the guts out of me!
The machine's keypad had some problem of sorts and it wasn't registering anything i keyed in.
Thought my card would get retained... Horrible, gut-scaring, machine!!!
After a few drawn out seconds that felt like minutes, it spat out my card.
Thank-u-very-much.
So ok.
Time to head home and decided to have a nice cool drink to make me HAPPY after all that.
Then silly me.
I explicitly said to myself, "This had better not screw up. I want my drink."
Don't know what on Earth i pressed at the drink machine.
Instead of Ice Lemon Tea, a can of Soya Bean dropped out.
*mumble, mumble*
I'm lucky i got home in one piece. Maybe i could've been struck by lightning or something but God decided i should live through more very-joline things.
Ah well.
These things always seem to be happening to me.
Till Then.
*gotten prezzie. hope she likes it.*
Friday, March 26, 2004
Monday, March 22, 2004
Dilemma
Blistering heat.
I like.
Weapons.
I like.
Aching rhomboids and trapezius.
I like.
Sunburnt skin.
I like.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Am standing at a point where a #$%^load of factors are being thrown at or are staring hard at me, as if i wassa bug in a box.
Therefore, once i manage to deal with these factors, i will have to make that determining decision.
Was told that if i agree to begin seriously, i'll have to train FOUR days PER week with the team.
1: Mental training
2: Physical training (weights and running)
3 and 4: Actual shooting
So given the rigorous schedule, the way SIM has structured my lessons will give me almost optimum time management. Enough space to move around between studies and archery.
If i get into a local uni this year, all that might change because of the amount of time i need to spend in school.
So. IF and only IF i get a place, i will have to make a choice between local uni education or national team opportunity.
Unless the association has a way around it.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Both Simon and Clint tell me to go into Compound Bow as that would give me a good chance.
The reason is this:
I'm too OLD for recurve bow!
*hahAHHAHAHAhhaHA!!!!*
I don't feel offended but i feel regretful.
Apparently, age matters in archery and this spills into the requirements for recurve, if you want to do well.
My mental condition is no way right for competitive recurve. It is 60% skill, 40% technical.
Compound Bow is 60% technical, 40% skill.
Sounds demeaning? Well, reality check here. After all, i AM a little old to be an ideal beginner.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Spoken to me dad. We both agree it's only sensible to try out the compound bow first.
I mulled over it and doubts began coming in.
"Am i actually good or just marginally better?"
"Does my physiological body/genes have the potential to push me to the level of a professional?"
If the answers are unfavourable, i would rather pull out and forget it.
There's no point in wasting anyone's time, effort and hope.
I think the compound bow can't be assembled the way the recurve can.
As a result, i think they have to carry the whole thing in one piece in the case.
Why oh why, is it that in all my life, i've to carry big things?
First the Tuba, then the fat and cumbersome Alto Saxophone case and maybe this Bow case?
Bah.
I'm big myself.
Anyway, i've more or less have to wait for the results, and until then, think long and hard plus go for more lessons.
Maybe with that compound bow...
Going to try and gauge how bad i want to take this opportunity...
Suppose i didn't take up the offer and simply chose to go about as usual.
Would i keep thinking back about how "I SHOULD HAVE!!!" about a gazillion times?
Would i be constantly bothered by the "What IFs"?
Would i be suffocating with regret?
Alwyn:
Really...Thanks a lot. :-D
I just thought though that most people can do it, just that it's not very common. Oh yes. YOu'd be surprised at how good children are at it. They're so cute when you see them go and the way they chatter and get excited over it makes one smile.
One kid would shout: "FIRE!!!" before he makes his shot.
I don't like kids (honest... but it's not good eh.) but seeing them in their innocence(the good side of innocence) just makes one grin inwardly.
Quikz:
HEYA! Archery's coming along good... Need to brush up though. Not used to the serious practices yet...
YEAH!!!!! It's extremely FUn. To the MAX.
It is a mental thing though, which makes it very unnerving sometimes.
Have you tried it?
Kelly:
Hulloz! Yup, it's fun, fun. Good for recreation really. It has lots of benefits. As for arm power. Yes, that is one issue. Though you need a strong upper body too.
Where did you go for it? I think the one at Marina is gone...
Read an article in the Sunday Times with sadness.
Varsity students in dorms are having this sexual orgy going on.
Some students have NO QUALMS about making it obvious! Note the extent!
It is so sick.
Maybe we should build a big, huge dorm, put those sex crazy students in there, lock the whole place up for a few decades. Let them have it.
Then when we all feel happy, we'll open the doors and see what kind of species emerge.
Till Then.
*...*
I like.
Weapons.
I like.
Aching rhomboids and trapezius.
I like.
Sunburnt skin.
I like.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Am standing at a point where a #$%^load of factors are being thrown at or are staring hard at me, as if i wassa bug in a box.
Therefore, once i manage to deal with these factors, i will have to make that determining decision.
Was told that if i agree to begin seriously, i'll have to train FOUR days PER week with the team.
1: Mental training
2: Physical training (weights and running)
3 and 4: Actual shooting
So given the rigorous schedule, the way SIM has structured my lessons will give me almost optimum time management. Enough space to move around between studies and archery.
If i get into a local uni this year, all that might change because of the amount of time i need to spend in school.
So. IF and only IF i get a place, i will have to make a choice between local uni education or national team opportunity.
Unless the association has a way around it.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Both Simon and Clint tell me to go into Compound Bow as that would give me a good chance.
The reason is this:
I'm too OLD for recurve bow!
*hahAHHAHAHAhhaHA!!!!*
I don't feel offended but i feel regretful.
Apparently, age matters in archery and this spills into the requirements for recurve, if you want to do well.
My mental condition is no way right for competitive recurve. It is 60% skill, 40% technical.
Compound Bow is 60% technical, 40% skill.
Sounds demeaning? Well, reality check here. After all, i AM a little old to be an ideal beginner.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Spoken to me dad. We both agree it's only sensible to try out the compound bow first.
I mulled over it and doubts began coming in.
"Am i actually good or just marginally better?"
"Does my physiological body/genes have the potential to push me to the level of a professional?"
If the answers are unfavourable, i would rather pull out and forget it.
There's no point in wasting anyone's time, effort and hope.
I think the compound bow can't be assembled the way the recurve can.
As a result, i think they have to carry the whole thing in one piece in the case.
Why oh why, is it that in all my life, i've to carry big things?
First the Tuba, then the fat and cumbersome Alto Saxophone case and maybe this Bow case?
Bah.
I'm big myself.
Anyway, i've more or less have to wait for the results, and until then, think long and hard plus go for more lessons.
Maybe with that compound bow...
Going to try and gauge how bad i want to take this opportunity...
Suppose i didn't take up the offer and simply chose to go about as usual.
Would i keep thinking back about how "I SHOULD HAVE!!!" about a gazillion times?
Would i be constantly bothered by the "What IFs"?
Would i be suffocating with regret?
Alwyn:
Really...Thanks a lot. :-D
I just thought though that most people can do it, just that it's not very common. Oh yes. YOu'd be surprised at how good children are at it. They're so cute when you see them go and the way they chatter and get excited over it makes one smile.
One kid would shout: "FIRE!!!" before he makes his shot.
I don't like kids (honest... but it's not good eh.) but seeing them in their innocence(the good side of innocence) just makes one grin inwardly.
Quikz:
HEYA! Archery's coming along good... Need to brush up though. Not used to the serious practices yet...
YEAH!!!!! It's extremely FUn. To the MAX.
It is a mental thing though, which makes it very unnerving sometimes.
Have you tried it?
Kelly:
Hulloz! Yup, it's fun, fun. Good for recreation really. It has lots of benefits. As for arm power. Yes, that is one issue. Though you need a strong upper body too.
Where did you go for it? I think the one at Marina is gone...
Read an article in the Sunday Times with sadness.
Varsity students in dorms are having this sexual orgy going on.
Some students have NO QUALMS about making it obvious! Note the extent!
It is so sick.
Maybe we should build a big, huge dorm, put those sex crazy students in there, lock the whole place up for a few decades. Let them have it.
Then when we all feel happy, we'll open the doors and see what kind of species emerge.
Till Then.
*...*
Saturday, March 20, 2004
A few things learnt.
Today, i was humbled by 18metres of grass ahead of me.
1. My shots were going all over the place.
2. My stance kept being picked upon.
I'm not sure if my stance was wrong from the start because it's never been picked upon till today.
One: maybe it went wonkers today because i was doing 24 pounds (tension of the bow) from the start.
Two: maybe it was wonkers all along but they've now begun to teach me the serious nitty gritty stuff.
I could feel that it was hard for me to obtain a full draw because somehow, my arms and shoulders were tired out.
Whatever it is, i'm going to practice my stance at home in front of the mirror.
Prior to today, i had been mentally doing my "release" and it seems to have worked cos it could feel the "follow through" today.
I've learnt that rest is good. Continuous shooting is a bit too much sometimes.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Had a talk with Simon and Clint today after shooting.
Apparently in Korea, where some of the best archers hail from, the training is remarkably tough. "Tough" is an understatement.
It's bogus but it seems to work.
1. They use canes( i'm not sure exactly WHAT but its definitely something to whack you with!) to slap the training archer to get the posture right.
2. They make archers sleep next to tombstones overnight.
3. They have archers standing at the edge of a cliff and look DOWN.
Simon was talking as though i had already decided to pick it up seriously and signed the papers.
Well, the next all important step is to talk to the elders...
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
I'm really annoyed with a friend of mine.
Without even knowing the FACTS, he makes some impression in his head and tells me point blank.
Strikes me as totally IMMATURE.
Grow up, please.
I know that everyone has their own opinions.
But i suggest you make EDUCATED and INFORMED ones, for your own sake.
I have not explicitly told any of my close girl friends about these recent happenings.
No one really knows about these, unless they have read my blog.
So here i am, with the bad luck of sharing it with him.
Ok, i have to respect he feels that way. But as i've said, please give it a bit more thought.
And be careful with the kind of things you say.
Because right now, i think i want to push you off Bukit Timah Hill.
Or maybe leave you to the monkeys.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Weizhen:
Thanks a lot girl. Yes, it is good advice to get involved with life.
One step at a time i guess.
I am trying to get involved... I wouldn't say i really am but... step by step!
GOt major assignment editing to do.
Till then.
*Sigh... Forgive Him.*
1. My shots were going all over the place.
2. My stance kept being picked upon.
I'm not sure if my stance was wrong from the start because it's never been picked upon till today.
One: maybe it went wonkers today because i was doing 24 pounds (tension of the bow) from the start.
Two: maybe it was wonkers all along but they've now begun to teach me the serious nitty gritty stuff.
I could feel that it was hard for me to obtain a full draw because somehow, my arms and shoulders were tired out.
Whatever it is, i'm going to practice my stance at home in front of the mirror.
Prior to today, i had been mentally doing my "release" and it seems to have worked cos it could feel the "follow through" today.
I've learnt that rest is good. Continuous shooting is a bit too much sometimes.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Had a talk with Simon and Clint today after shooting.
Apparently in Korea, where some of the best archers hail from, the training is remarkably tough. "Tough" is an understatement.
It's bogus but it seems to work.
1. They use canes( i'm not sure exactly WHAT but its definitely something to whack you with!) to slap the training archer to get the posture right.
2. They make archers sleep next to tombstones overnight.
3. They have archers standing at the edge of a cliff and look DOWN.
Simon was talking as though i had already decided to pick it up seriously and signed the papers.
Well, the next all important step is to talk to the elders...
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
I'm really annoyed with a friend of mine.
Without even knowing the FACTS, he makes some impression in his head and tells me point blank.
Strikes me as totally IMMATURE.
Grow up, please.
I know that everyone has their own opinions.
But i suggest you make EDUCATED and INFORMED ones, for your own sake.
I have not explicitly told any of my close girl friends about these recent happenings.
No one really knows about these, unless they have read my blog.
So here i am, with the bad luck of sharing it with him.
Ok, i have to respect he feels that way. But as i've said, please give it a bit more thought.
And be careful with the kind of things you say.
Because right now, i think i want to push you off Bukit Timah Hill.
Or maybe leave you to the monkeys.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Weizhen:
Thanks a lot girl. Yes, it is good advice to get involved with life.
One step at a time i guess.
I am trying to get involved... I wouldn't say i really am but... step by step!
GOt major assignment editing to do.
Till then.
*Sigh... Forgive Him.*
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Off top of head
1. I didn't know writing about arty farty stuff was so stressful. You have to be so in touch with your right brain...
THEN AGAIN.
I think i'm not actually using my right brain. I'm using my left brain. Why. Because i'm don't think my answers are coming out the way they're are "suppose" to.
Instead, i'm using logic to smoke my way through. No wonder it's so BORING.
2. Got me a pair of new glasses. They're red this time round. My blue glasses faded to a grey in JC. Hope this one doesn't follow suite. My dad says look so studious. -pteh?-
3. I realize i haven't been writing things i've thought over. Reason being, when Jo's happy, her brain can't be bothered much to think but goes on auto-pilot.
4. I've passed my Basic THeory. (driving) Now to get down to serious driving... Round the circuit.
5. I hate poetry. I hate poetry. Honest to hilly billy loo.
6. I think the song "Strange Fruit" sung by Billie Holiday is morbidly amazing. Me like.
"Southern trees bear strange fruit.
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth,
The scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop.
Here is a strange and bitter crop."
by 'Lewis Allen' (Abel Meeropol)
7. Replies.
Huimin:
Thanks a lot! That made my day... *imagines...*
The thought of ever going for the SEA Games is a bit too fantastic to comprehend at the moment.
BUT, i sure do hope that i'll be given the opportunity...
Then you can point me out!!!
(haha, thick skinned right)
I wonder if it will really come to pass one day.
I know (not personally) this girl who's from my JC and same lecture group who has taken part and won medal(s) in the SEA Games. Her name is Christel Bouvron. Think you would've heard of her before.
Amazing how these people can balance their tough training with their studies.
Hee.
Weizhen:
It IS FUN!!!
I get this notion that actually everyone out there does have some archery skill. It boils down to eyesight, technique, concentration, instinct, and well... strength.
I'm not experienced, so i could be wrong, but i think its not often that someone would suck really bad at it.
UNLESS. The person is unable to pull the string at all and hold it there.
There's this petite girl in my group and she can do it.
I'm ending my lessons in 2 weeks so i'm not sure u can join me at the same time. Plus... I'm not sure if you need a pass to even be there.
We had to get a pass initially.
Kelly:
Hi there woman! I totally welcome your tags. Feel free to tag anytime!
8. If i can get to go for the SEA Games even if it's just for the experience of being there, it'll be a DREAM coming to past.
The experience is going to be a bit like erm... William hung's.
He shot to fame just by showing his face for a few minutes.
For me, it's happening all too quick as well.
Not in terms of fame la...
Not long ago, i was a nobody who didn't know nuts about the sport. But it's a little different now.
I'm no big shot, DUH...
If i were to take that all important step towards shooting competitively, my schedule and lifestyle will change pretty much.
Can't say that's a bad thing.
Never expected to see myself in this position.
Makes life oh so exciting.
9. I'm SO BORED. Even blogging can't seem to tease out my boredom.
It's these cursed assignments, i tell you. Been staring at the laptop screen the entire day.
I'm going blind.
THEN AGAIN.
I think i'm not actually using my right brain. I'm using my left brain. Why. Because i'm don't think my answers are coming out the way they're are "suppose" to.
Instead, i'm using logic to smoke my way through. No wonder it's so BORING.
2. Got me a pair of new glasses. They're red this time round. My blue glasses faded to a grey in JC. Hope this one doesn't follow suite. My dad says look so studious. -pteh?-
3. I realize i haven't been writing things i've thought over. Reason being, when Jo's happy, her brain can't be bothered much to think but goes on auto-pilot.
4. I've passed my Basic THeory. (driving) Now to get down to serious driving... Round the circuit.
5. I hate poetry. I hate poetry. Honest to hilly billy loo.
6. I think the song "Strange Fruit" sung by Billie Holiday is morbidly amazing. Me like.
"Southern trees bear strange fruit.
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth,
The scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop.
Here is a strange and bitter crop."
by 'Lewis Allen' (Abel Meeropol)
7. Replies.
Huimin:
Thanks a lot! That made my day... *imagines...*
The thought of ever going for the SEA Games is a bit too fantastic to comprehend at the moment.
BUT, i sure do hope that i'll be given the opportunity...
Then you can point me out!!!
(haha, thick skinned right)
I wonder if it will really come to pass one day.
I know (not personally) this girl who's from my JC and same lecture group who has taken part and won medal(s) in the SEA Games. Her name is Christel Bouvron. Think you would've heard of her before.
Amazing how these people can balance their tough training with their studies.
Hee.
Weizhen:
It IS FUN!!!
I get this notion that actually everyone out there does have some archery skill. It boils down to eyesight, technique, concentration, instinct, and well... strength.
I'm not experienced, so i could be wrong, but i think its not often that someone would suck really bad at it.
UNLESS. The person is unable to pull the string at all and hold it there.
There's this petite girl in my group and she can do it.
I'm ending my lessons in 2 weeks so i'm not sure u can join me at the same time. Plus... I'm not sure if you need a pass to even be there.
We had to get a pass initially.
Kelly:
Hi there woman! I totally welcome your tags. Feel free to tag anytime!
8. If i can get to go for the SEA Games even if it's just for the experience of being there, it'll be a DREAM coming to past.
The experience is going to be a bit like erm... William hung's.
He shot to fame just by showing his face for a few minutes.
For me, it's happening all too quick as well.
Not in terms of fame la...
Not long ago, i was a nobody who didn't know nuts about the sport. But it's a little different now.
I'm no big shot, DUH...
If i were to take that all important step towards shooting competitively, my schedule and lifestyle will change pretty much.
Can't say that's a bad thing.
Never expected to see myself in this position.
Makes life oh so exciting.
9. I'm SO BORED. Even blogging can't seem to tease out my boredom.
It's these cursed assignments, i tell you. Been staring at the laptop screen the entire day.
I'm going blind.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Read at Own Risk. Real Long. Topic: ARCHERY.
Well now.
Time has never passed this slowly in such a loong time...
Usually i have too many things to do and time seems to be this little red rat scuttling at top speed away from me.
I'm up this sunday morning.
Earlier than i usually would be, which means i've got so much time on my hands before...
ARCHERY, ARCHERY, ARCHERY!
There goes JOline again.
ANd there's this constant threat of the weather taking a turn for the WORST and splish splashing rainwater all over my bimbotic head.
Don't you just hate it when a thought escapes you?
The reason why i wanted to blog was because i had this fragment of a thought.
It just HAD to ditch me.
Oh, couldn't sleep again last night.
ACK.
I hope this isn't going to be a learned habit.
Archery=can't sleep.
I woke up several times throughout the night, only to find it hard to drop off again.
It'll be so silly if it i had to go to some sleep shrink and say, " i can't sleep because... i have archery lessons the next day."
I'd probably be told to just chuck the lessons.
As if i would.
Almost got up to study.
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10:12pm
I'm back!
Left the house at 1:30pm and was out till about 7pm++ i think.
Today was something like, Flatter Day or something.
I'm going to just say everything as it is, and in hope i don't sound too arrogant or anything.
Along with my basic archery mates, we went over to the beginners' plot.
While my coach, (let's call him Simon from now on, shall we?) was zero-ing me, i shot some good ones.
Actually, all my arrows scored in the yellow region. (the innermost region)
By the way, zero-ing (or so i thought i heard, but it makes good sense) is when you adjust the "sighter"(or was it "sight"?) or aiming device to the right level so that your arrows go where it should.
After a few more rounds, dialogue:-
Simon: JOline, is the bow too light for you?
Me: Er... It's, comfortable.
Well, he went and got me another one anyway.
And it was definitely heavier!
Tension is... 24 pounds, right about, methinks.
Subsequently, he moved me away from the other 2 girls and gave me a target for myself!
(initally, 3 of us were shooting at one target)
I guess i did good, cos at each round, most of my arrows were in the yellow, with a handful in the red.
Usually once everyone in the row is done, someone would shout "Clear?" and the others should reply "clear!". Then everyone would go forward to collect the arrows.
While waiting to collect, i heard the other coach say to Simon behind me,
"Which lesson?"
Simon: Second.
With that, i was whisked off to join 3 other guys at the 18m target.
(those guys were having their 4th lesson and i was just some raw beginner!)
The feeling of moving up so fast was awesome.
It was there when i began getting a lot of attention from the new coach.
Attention meaning:
Correcting of my posture, bringing up of the bow, release, holding of the bow, and more i can't remember.
Everything i had learnt as a raw beginner from earlier lessons was either thrown out the window (gone with the wind, it was windy) or had been built upon with more professional advice.
At 5pm, my two girl mates left while i was still shooting with the 3 guys and the coach.
This freed Simon to come over to our side.
And scarily... the national coach was there too.
When Simon came over he said to my coach: Wa, you whacking her already ah? So fierce!
My coach: Ya lah... Must train fast now. So that can use as standby team.
(i started laughing, i couldn't hold me bow)
My shots weren't that great. Managed to hit within the target mostly, but the best was a red.
The other shots were within the white, black and blue.
Two even sailed way past the target board onto the grass beyond!!!
SUPER FARNI CAN??!?
hahahaha...........
I never knew 18m was THAT far.
Seriously.
By then, Simon the President, Clint the National Coach and i think another seasoned archer(s) were sitting watching us.
Pressure cooker situation.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
As i left, Simon caught up with me and begun to tell me stuff that kinda took me by surprise.
I mean, i really didn't expect him to tell me these things when i'm so new, a totally raw archer and only into second basic lesson.
He told me:
- if you are serious, interested, it'll be good to get own gear. But can use their bows as for now.
- told me about the talent scouting thing going on with kids and the people around shooting.
- shooting competitively.
- other stuff i totally can't remember.
Even better.
As i was walking to the MRt station, Clint came up from behind.
So, we talked all the way to the station and till he left the train.
He explicitly said that i should do compound bow shooting plus he almost let me in on some... stuff. Heh.
Maybe i might get it next week? -chuckle-
Oh. The "ranking" is like this.
Bare Bow: for VERY VERY basic beginners
Recurve Bow: for beginners also. The max range is 70m.
Compound Bow: the bow with the furthest range. More gadgets surrounding it. Very technical.
All in all, from my conversations with Simon and CLint, i am getting the vibe that they want me to consider taking it up seriously and "aim high".
The conversations were littered with "SEA Games" (Next year)
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
I am mostly very happy about these recent developments.
This is something big, related to doing something for the love of the sport and representing the country.
(though many may have differing views about doing ANYTHING for the republic)
I've never experienced anything at this level.
Feel so honoured and actually valued.
Imagine one day...
I'll be sitting with (and rubbing shoulders, maybe literally) a bus load of sports celebrities like Christel (forgive me, i cant remember how to spell her name), Jocelyn Yeo, Li Jia Wei...
Hahaha.
Wishful thinking.
On the other hand.
I kind of think too that surely, there must be other promising archers. And they are just basically trying to rope in as many of the better ones as possible.
So, i shouldn't feel too exclusive. Haha.
For all i know, they're just taking their chances. Maybe once i get into it seriously and they see that i'm mediocal, they'll shove me away.
All i'm thinking is that i've to tread carefully here.
Going to watch myself and don't "gullibly" believe everything said about me doing this and that.
I mean, yes, i think i should aim high. Maybe i can make it.
But i just don't want to become an unwitting victim in whatever it is.
I'm not trying to be overly suspicious.
Am just trying to open my eyes a bit more, think for myself, be sure i'm not going to get played out.
It's a dog-eat-dog world.
But it sure is expensive.
I also have to consider my studies.
The most important thing. My parents didn't pay so much just to see me run off with a bow and arrow.
If i can just balance it out, it'll be superb.
Neither do i want to let this get to my head as well. This's something i've been asking God to guard me against.
I've made a vow that should anything big happen, i will attribute everything to God first.
He is the One who created me and given me whatever gifts i possess.
He is the One who allowed.
Each time i catch myself being a snoot, i mentally shoot myself and ask God to guard my mind and heart.
I think i've said enough.
I doubt anyone read this till the end.
For my own personal use, man, this sure beats writing it out by hand.
Till Then.
*SAtisfied*
Time has never passed this slowly in such a loong time...
Usually i have too many things to do and time seems to be this little red rat scuttling at top speed away from me.
I'm up this sunday morning.
Earlier than i usually would be, which means i've got so much time on my hands before...
ARCHERY, ARCHERY, ARCHERY!
There goes JOline again.
ANd there's this constant threat of the weather taking a turn for the WORST and splish splashing rainwater all over my bimbotic head.
Don't you just hate it when a thought escapes you?
The reason why i wanted to blog was because i had this fragment of a thought.
It just HAD to ditch me.
Oh, couldn't sleep again last night.
ACK.
I hope this isn't going to be a learned habit.
Archery=can't sleep.
I woke up several times throughout the night, only to find it hard to drop off again.
It'll be so silly if it i had to go to some sleep shrink and say, " i can't sleep because... i have archery lessons the next day."
I'd probably be told to just chuck the lessons.
As if i would.
Almost got up to study.
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10:12pm
I'm back!
Left the house at 1:30pm and was out till about 7pm++ i think.
Today was something like, Flatter Day or something.
I'm going to just say everything as it is, and in hope i don't sound too arrogant or anything.
Along with my basic archery mates, we went over to the beginners' plot.
While my coach, (let's call him Simon from now on, shall we?) was zero-ing me, i shot some good ones.
Actually, all my arrows scored in the yellow region. (the innermost region)
By the way, zero-ing (or so i thought i heard, but it makes good sense) is when you adjust the "sighter"(or was it "sight"?) or aiming device to the right level so that your arrows go where it should.
After a few more rounds, dialogue:-
Simon: JOline, is the bow too light for you?
Me: Er... It's, comfortable.
Well, he went and got me another one anyway.
And it was definitely heavier!
Tension is... 24 pounds, right about, methinks.
Subsequently, he moved me away from the other 2 girls and gave me a target for myself!
(initally, 3 of us were shooting at one target)
I guess i did good, cos at each round, most of my arrows were in the yellow, with a handful in the red.
Usually once everyone in the row is done, someone would shout "Clear?" and the others should reply "clear!". Then everyone would go forward to collect the arrows.
While waiting to collect, i heard the other coach say to Simon behind me,
"Which lesson?"
Simon: Second.
With that, i was whisked off to join 3 other guys at the 18m target.
(those guys were having their 4th lesson and i was just some raw beginner!)
The feeling of moving up so fast was awesome.
It was there when i began getting a lot of attention from the new coach.
Attention meaning:
Correcting of my posture, bringing up of the bow, release, holding of the bow, and more i can't remember.
Everything i had learnt as a raw beginner from earlier lessons was either thrown out the window (gone with the wind, it was windy) or had been built upon with more professional advice.
At 5pm, my two girl mates left while i was still shooting with the 3 guys and the coach.
This freed Simon to come over to our side.
And scarily... the national coach was there too.
When Simon came over he said to my coach: Wa, you whacking her already ah? So fierce!
My coach: Ya lah... Must train fast now. So that can use as standby team.
(i started laughing, i couldn't hold me bow)
My shots weren't that great. Managed to hit within the target mostly, but the best was a red.
The other shots were within the white, black and blue.
Two even sailed way past the target board onto the grass beyond!!!
SUPER FARNI CAN??!?
hahahaha...........
I never knew 18m was THAT far.
Seriously.
By then, Simon the President, Clint the National Coach and i think another seasoned archer(s) were sitting watching us.
Pressure cooker situation.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
As i left, Simon caught up with me and begun to tell me stuff that kinda took me by surprise.
I mean, i really didn't expect him to tell me these things when i'm so new, a totally raw archer and only into second basic lesson.
He told me:
- if you are serious, interested, it'll be good to get own gear. But can use their bows as for now.
- told me about the talent scouting thing going on with kids and the people around shooting.
- shooting competitively.
- other stuff i totally can't remember.
Even better.
As i was walking to the MRt station, Clint came up from behind.
So, we talked all the way to the station and till he left the train.
He explicitly said that i should do compound bow shooting plus he almost let me in on some... stuff. Heh.
Maybe i might get it next week? -chuckle-
Oh. The "ranking" is like this.
Bare Bow: for VERY VERY basic beginners
Recurve Bow: for beginners also. The max range is 70m.
Compound Bow: the bow with the furthest range. More gadgets surrounding it. Very technical.
All in all, from my conversations with Simon and CLint, i am getting the vibe that they want me to consider taking it up seriously and "aim high".
The conversations were littered with "SEA Games" (Next year)
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
I am mostly very happy about these recent developments.
This is something big, related to doing something for the love of the sport and representing the country.
(though many may have differing views about doing ANYTHING for the republic)
I've never experienced anything at this level.
Feel so honoured and actually valued.
Imagine one day...
I'll be sitting with (and rubbing shoulders, maybe literally) a bus load of sports celebrities like Christel (forgive me, i cant remember how to spell her name), Jocelyn Yeo, Li Jia Wei...
Hahaha.
Wishful thinking.
On the other hand.
I kind of think too that surely, there must be other promising archers. And they are just basically trying to rope in as many of the better ones as possible.
So, i shouldn't feel too exclusive. Haha.
For all i know, they're just taking their chances. Maybe once i get into it seriously and they see that i'm mediocal, they'll shove me away.
All i'm thinking is that i've to tread carefully here.
Going to watch myself and don't "gullibly" believe everything said about me doing this and that.
I mean, yes, i think i should aim high. Maybe i can make it.
But i just don't want to become an unwitting victim in whatever it is.
I'm not trying to be overly suspicious.
Am just trying to open my eyes a bit more, think for myself, be sure i'm not going to get played out.
It's a dog-eat-dog world.
But it sure is expensive.
I also have to consider my studies.
The most important thing. My parents didn't pay so much just to see me run off with a bow and arrow.
If i can just balance it out, it'll be superb.
Neither do i want to let this get to my head as well. This's something i've been asking God to guard me against.
I've made a vow that should anything big happen, i will attribute everything to God first.
He is the One who created me and given me whatever gifts i possess.
He is the One who allowed.
Each time i catch myself being a snoot, i mentally shoot myself and ask God to guard my mind and heart.
I think i've said enough.
I doubt anyone read this till the end.
For my own personal use, man, this sure beats writing it out by hand.
Till Then.
*SAtisfied*
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Collective Annoyance
A relationship broken and a new one made within a short span of time.
One is hurting some, while the other is having it good.
That's what's happening around me.
Can't help but feel a mixture of glee as well as envy.
I try to squash the envy because i only need to trust in the Lord for my future.
My JC mates are just the best so far.
I have many friends i keep in contact with but they are the ones who've kept in contact regularly on intimate terms even 1 year after we've graduated.
For a few, even if we only contact each other after a long while, the closeness is still there like we've never been apart.
I thank God for them.
They are so important and precious to me, know how crushed i'd feel if we do drift apart.
They're my (on Earth) source of acceptance, solace, encouragement.
There's so much that we have shared.
Seeing one now attached is so exciting but yet there's a tinge of sadness.
I know that her life has just expanded to accomodate a significant (more so than us) other.
It is how one handles the situation. Striking a balance between the old and new.
Nevertheless, her new devotion will take up time.
It feels as if a part of her is gone and lost.
It is kind of ridiculous though because anyway, i hardly see her so how can i feel this way since i should hardly feel that lost?
Simple.
Because when we DO meet, there's the new element.
So in addition to not meeting, more attention is taken even during the meet.
Now that i think of it. It's not so much an issue of time, but more an issue of attention.
Yes, that's more to the point.
People have to move on.
I can't complain.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Huimin:
Thanks, heh.
Actually, now that you did ask that question, it has reminded me to write an entry about making the team.
How's school so far?
Have you had a change in tutors?
Alwyn:
Yes, been having loads and oodles of fun! Thanks there.
Oh, i was coached by the president actually.
The team coach came to watch now and then and gave bits of advice here and there.
But i suspect one of the reasons why he comes over because my new found friend is a Filipino, like him.
So it's kind of nice having someone from the same country to converse with in their own language.
In addition, she is a pretty lass. So... more incentive.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
The weather's gone wonky donky.
One cycle: Bright and dry then rainy and dreary.
Ya can git a few sah-kerls within a dah isself.
I sure hope it ain't gonna be this way this sunday.
Am about to finish that psychology essay on evolution.
I'm confused about it.
The question implies loads of info to be included, while i can't find much to say.
My 1000 word limit is way too generous and i'm trying to type floridly to fatten up the thing.
Argh.
How, how, how.
Crumma-fud.
Referencing and citation is such a pain.
Been staring at my essay and can't even write a decent conclusion. My mind is far... far... away.
1 2 sleep.
Gads, did i just type that?
I think one day, i shall type a normal entry but i shan't bother with editing it at all.
It'll probably be as painful to read as my "academic" essay.
*yawn*
Been doing free weights daily recently.
I miss the ACJC gym.
Spacious, wide range of machines for parts of the body, air-conditioned with music, has FUNCTIONING treadmills... Good gym machine brand.
Oh, i found out that MUSIC and PHILOSOPHY are STILL IN the syllabus.
Whoopee!
ANYWAY, this is THEE thing that eating at me.
I just got back my first assignment, the POETRY ANALYSIS one.
Apparently, i got a C. (NOT Credit.)
It's the C as we all know it.
I am annoyed not because i think my tutor is a turd for giving me that grade but because i knew something like this would happen.
I put all my effort into writing out what i thought was right and should get me a decent mark.
I analyse the poem as I understand it.
And according to what i think the question is asking for.
D'you know HOW ANNOYING it is to be DIFFERENT from everyone?!??!?!?!?
APPARENTLY, people don't see the way I do!
T
he comments i received totally took me by suprise because it didn't occur to me that the question was asking me "that"!
!@##$$#@^%$# !@#$$#@%%&^%* @#$#@%$# !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My thought processes and understanding of some things just doesn't go with everyone else's.
Its is not because i misread the question, Gads NO!, I read it over and over to make sure i was answering it.
SIGH.
The major thing is this.
The things that are deemed important to me, hence i talk about, is not of significant importance to THEM.
What THEY deem as important, is not important to me.
With that, doesn't it screw it almost everything?
Because i'll be writing things that DON'T want to hear!
I was given examples of what i should have included.
And when i thought about it, i just COULDN'T figure what it is that's important and should be analyzed.
Man, i am so annoyed.
It's not my tutor.
It's ME.
I JUST DON'T get it.
Why do i have to think differently?
Am i just pure SHALLOW?
If anyone thinks it's good to be different, well, not in this context!
Poetry is JUST NOT my thing.
I need to get this out of my system before i screw up my next archery session on sunday.
Why is it that each time i start school, my first assignment always comes back to me with darn sucky grades.
Ok, i admit they do improve later on.
But it is subjective after all.
That was sociology.
This is POETRY.
Till then.
* "#$%^&*#$%" --Joline Lim *
One is hurting some, while the other is having it good.
That's what's happening around me.
Can't help but feel a mixture of glee as well as envy.
I try to squash the envy because i only need to trust in the Lord for my future.
My JC mates are just the best so far.
I have many friends i keep in contact with but they are the ones who've kept in contact regularly on intimate terms even 1 year after we've graduated.
For a few, even if we only contact each other after a long while, the closeness is still there like we've never been apart.
I thank God for them.
They are so important and precious to me, know how crushed i'd feel if we do drift apart.
They're my (on Earth) source of acceptance, solace, encouragement.
There's so much that we have shared.
Seeing one now attached is so exciting but yet there's a tinge of sadness.
I know that her life has just expanded to accomodate a significant (more so than us) other.
It is how one handles the situation. Striking a balance between the old and new.
Nevertheless, her new devotion will take up time.
It feels as if a part of her is gone and lost.
It is kind of ridiculous though because anyway, i hardly see her so how can i feel this way since i should hardly feel that lost?
Simple.
Because when we DO meet, there's the new element.
So in addition to not meeting, more attention is taken even during the meet.
Now that i think of it. It's not so much an issue of time, but more an issue of attention.
Yes, that's more to the point.
People have to move on.
I can't complain.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Huimin:
Thanks, heh.
Actually, now that you did ask that question, it has reminded me to write an entry about making the team.
How's school so far?
Have you had a change in tutors?
Alwyn:
Yes, been having loads and oodles of fun! Thanks there.
Oh, i was coached by the president actually.
The team coach came to watch now and then and gave bits of advice here and there.
But i suspect one of the reasons why he comes over because my new found friend is a Filipino, like him.
So it's kind of nice having someone from the same country to converse with in their own language.
In addition, she is a pretty lass. So... more incentive.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
The weather's gone wonky donky.
One cycle: Bright and dry then rainy and dreary.
Ya can git a few sah-kerls within a dah isself.
I sure hope it ain't gonna be this way this sunday.
Am about to finish that psychology essay on evolution.
I'm confused about it.
The question implies loads of info to be included, while i can't find much to say.
My 1000 word limit is way too generous and i'm trying to type floridly to fatten up the thing.
Argh.
How, how, how.
Crumma-fud.
Referencing and citation is such a pain.
Been staring at my essay and can't even write a decent conclusion. My mind is far... far... away.
1 2 sleep.
Gads, did i just type that?
I think one day, i shall type a normal entry but i shan't bother with editing it at all.
It'll probably be as painful to read as my "academic" essay.
*yawn*
Been doing free weights daily recently.
I miss the ACJC gym.
Spacious, wide range of machines for parts of the body, air-conditioned with music, has FUNCTIONING treadmills... Good gym machine brand.
Oh, i found out that MUSIC and PHILOSOPHY are STILL IN the syllabus.
Whoopee!
ANYWAY, this is THEE thing that eating at me.
I just got back my first assignment, the POETRY ANALYSIS one.
Apparently, i got a C. (NOT Credit.)
It's the C as we all know it.
I am annoyed not because i think my tutor is a turd for giving me that grade but because i knew something like this would happen.
I put all my effort into writing out what i thought was right and should get me a decent mark.
I analyse the poem as I understand it.
And according to what i think the question is asking for.
D'you know HOW ANNOYING it is to be DIFFERENT from everyone?!??!?!?!?
APPARENTLY, people don't see the way I do!
T
he comments i received totally took me by suprise because it didn't occur to me that the question was asking me "that"!
!@##$$#@^%$# !@#$$#@%%&^%* @#$#@%$# !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My thought processes and understanding of some things just doesn't go with everyone else's.
Its is not because i misread the question, Gads NO!, I read it over and over to make sure i was answering it.
SIGH.
The major thing is this.
The things that are deemed important to me, hence i talk about, is not of significant importance to THEM.
What THEY deem as important, is not important to me.
With that, doesn't it screw it almost everything?
Because i'll be writing things that DON'T want to hear!
I was given examples of what i should have included.
And when i thought about it, i just COULDN'T figure what it is that's important and should be analyzed.
Man, i am so annoyed.
It's not my tutor.
It's ME.
I JUST DON'T get it.
Why do i have to think differently?
Am i just pure SHALLOW?
If anyone thinks it's good to be different, well, not in this context!
Poetry is JUST NOT my thing.
I need to get this out of my system before i screw up my next archery session on sunday.
Why is it that each time i start school, my first assignment always comes back to me with darn sucky grades.
Ok, i admit they do improve later on.
But it is subjective after all.
That was sociology.
This is POETRY.
Till then.
* "#$%^&*#$%" --Joline Lim *
Saturday, March 06, 2004
IF you'd like to hear it ...
I couldn't sleep last night.
Got into bed and i felt as if i had a springs between both my eye lids.
Couldn't keep 'em closed.
Turned to some Class 95 and left it on timer.
The hi-fi turned off before i could sleep.
And yes, there was tossing and turning.
I managed to doze off and when i came to, i checked my clock.
4:50a.m ONLY?!??!?!
More tossing and turning.
Double springs in both eyes.
I forced myself to lie in bed as long as i could.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Thinks to self: " Very 'SMART' JO... Came ALL by yourself."
I looked onto the field and saw people walking in leisurely, in pairs and groups.
Thinks to self; "Least you got the guts to come by self!"
And so the day begins.
While waiting for my "coach" to show up, i met a big guy named Eugene.
He has all the size and ears of a certain, usually gold coloured deity that sits upon an altar smiling...
He sits in the shade to "guard", i suppose, the book for regulars to book in.
When my "coach" came, I got my temporary card to show that i was there on LEGAL terms.
Then this other guy, named Clint came by. Thought he was just some club coach,
After they had our bows and arrows sorted out, 3 girls (incl. me) were called over to the beginners'grounds.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
It seems that I have been taught two different methods for indoor and outdoor shooting.
At SAFRA, I was taught to pull the "string" till my hand reaches my cheek.
But today, i was taught to pull it till my hand was touching my chin.
Plus, the string had to be pressing vertically against my lips and nose.
Heehee.
The permutations of the position of where your hand is pulled to and the angle at which you hold the bow will lead to very different results.
So, with some mental and technical adjustments, things got better.
I started to hit the yellow region and red region.
But of course with some shots going WAaayyy off!
By the way, it's like this.
There're 5 rings and each has a different colour.
Outermost: white (not counted)
Second: Black
Third: Blue
Fourth: Red
Innermost, fifth: Yellow.
So after a few rounds of shooting, we had a break under one of the brollies.
Lo and Behold.
My "coach" was the President of the Archery Association of Singapore.
The "some club coach" named Clint... is the NATIONAL TEAM COACH.
But, the BEST part is...
The National Team Coach pointed at me and said to the President, whose name is Simon Wee,
"She has potential".
And before we left, both Clint and Simon said (Simon says! SO, i should obey right?) that in fact, I should go into archery.
But Simon said to just follow through the lessons and see how it goes.
I agree.
I couldn't believe my EARS.
Me?
WOW!
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I had SO much fun.
I couldn't stop shooting.
Only when my arms started hurting did i cease for a bit.
I am now slightly but definitely unevenly sunburnt.
I have white "sleeves" now, because i wore a t-shirt.
Not only that.
My left lower arm has this funny pattern because the parts uncovered by the hand guard has been tanned.
So, my left arm looks like a cow's leg.
Well, having next lesson, next sunday.
I can't WAIT.
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Came home and blabbered everything to my dad.
About the day and the stuff below.
Here's what Simon told us:
- Archery is like Golf. Expensive.
- Size doesn't matter.
- People who come for trials for the entire day, go home radiating heat and sleep with the air con on.
- The arrows that the more pro people use are worth $60. EACH.
- With about $400 to $600, you can own a Recurve Bow and 12 arrows.
- The other pro-er bows cost at least $1500.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
I dread the doing-of my upcoming psychology essay.
BLeah....
Till then.
*Dream, Aim, Focus, Want it, Be Sure, Go For It.*
Got into bed and i felt as if i had a springs between both my eye lids.
Couldn't keep 'em closed.
Turned to some Class 95 and left it on timer.
The hi-fi turned off before i could sleep.
And yes, there was tossing and turning.
I managed to doze off and when i came to, i checked my clock.
4:50a.m ONLY?!??!?!
More tossing and turning.
Double springs in both eyes.
I forced myself to lie in bed as long as i could.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Thinks to self: " Very 'SMART' JO... Came ALL by yourself."
I looked onto the field and saw people walking in leisurely, in pairs and groups.
Thinks to self; "Least you got the guts to come by self!"
And so the day begins.
While waiting for my "coach" to show up, i met a big guy named Eugene.
He has all the size and ears of a certain, usually gold coloured deity that sits upon an altar smiling...
He sits in the shade to "guard", i suppose, the book for regulars to book in.
When my "coach" came, I got my temporary card to show that i was there on LEGAL terms.
Then this other guy, named Clint came by. Thought he was just some club coach,
After they had our bows and arrows sorted out, 3 girls (incl. me) were called over to the beginners'grounds.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
It seems that I have been taught two different methods for indoor and outdoor shooting.
At SAFRA, I was taught to pull the "string" till my hand reaches my cheek.
But today, i was taught to pull it till my hand was touching my chin.
Plus, the string had to be pressing vertically against my lips and nose.
Heehee.
The permutations of the position of where your hand is pulled to and the angle at which you hold the bow will lead to very different results.
So, with some mental and technical adjustments, things got better.
I started to hit the yellow region and red region.
But of course with some shots going WAaayyy off!
By the way, it's like this.
There're 5 rings and each has a different colour.
Outermost: white (not counted)
Second: Black
Third: Blue
Fourth: Red
Innermost, fifth: Yellow.
So after a few rounds of shooting, we had a break under one of the brollies.
Lo and Behold.
My "coach" was the President of the Archery Association of Singapore.
The "some club coach" named Clint... is the NATIONAL TEAM COACH.
But, the BEST part is...
The National Team Coach pointed at me and said to the President, whose name is Simon Wee,
"She has potential".
And before we left, both Clint and Simon said (Simon says! SO, i should obey right?) that in fact, I should go into archery.
But Simon said to just follow through the lessons and see how it goes.
I agree.
I couldn't believe my EARS.
Me?
WOW!
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
I had SO much fun.
I couldn't stop shooting.
Only when my arms started hurting did i cease for a bit.
I am now slightly but definitely unevenly sunburnt.
I have white "sleeves" now, because i wore a t-shirt.
Not only that.
My left lower arm has this funny pattern because the parts uncovered by the hand guard has been tanned.
So, my left arm looks like a cow's leg.
Well, having next lesson, next sunday.
I can't WAIT.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** **** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Came home and blabbered everything to my dad.
About the day and the stuff below.
Here's what Simon told us:
- Archery is like Golf. Expensive.
- Size doesn't matter.
- People who come for trials for the entire day, go home radiating heat and sleep with the air con on.
- The arrows that the more pro people use are worth $60. EACH.
- With about $400 to $600, you can own a Recurve Bow and 12 arrows.
- The other pro-er bows cost at least $1500.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
I dread the doing-of my upcoming psychology essay.
BLeah....
Till then.
*Dream, Aim, Focus, Want it, Be Sure, Go For It.*
Thursday, March 04, 2004
No suitable title. (edited)
Blah.
Does the weather really have to act up NOW??!?!
I mean, it was bright, hot and non-rainy till just recently. (in terms of weeks)
WHY, WHY.
Especially when i'm going to have my first basic archery lesson this saturday.
All i can hope for is that the bloomin' weather rains itself all out before saturday morning.
Or that wherever i'll be going to will be so ulu that rain has never seen that part of Singapore.
(though it is IMPOSSIBLE anyway. It IS Singapore, you know)
Here i am grumbling away when some people would be dancing around a fire with jingly jangly ornaments and facial paint screaming bloody murder for rain to pour.
Speaking of such.
I thank God that i am where i am.
Take for example:
I stare at my pencil box and all its contents and realize that there're loads of people in another part of the world who don't even own half(or less) of what's in my pencil box.
If i expand the scope and just look at the rest of what i own.
A stapler, a cup (with milo in it), a laptop, a bag, speakers, a dictionary, textbooks, my own toilet, bed,... (yada, yada)
I come to realize that i never knew i owned so many things. These things are all mine.
I have education.
I have family.
I have a home.
I have friends.
I have food and shelter.
I have clothes.
I have choice.
And there're people out there who don't have anything.
The stark reality stares at me daily and i've taken it all for granted.
Yet.
In the nothingness, they might have some things i don't.
I'd do an injustice if i even try to list those things because i will hardly ever know.
How little is my mind!
How little it is that i know!
The brain. A complex little blob of fat.
Ever networking, ever pulsing, ever ugly.
The mind. A busy little bunch of cog wheels.
Ever learning, ever fantasizing, ever wondering, ever remembering, ever stimulating, ever interesting, ever distracted, ever dreaming.
Joline... will you just.
*looks up innocently*
"Me?"
January:
No...! *Psycho's OST playing in the background*
Wa serious... You've got to let me in on some Sonnet ripping technique because i am so not poetry material. ('cept for Haikus i hope)
Think i blabbered a lot about it in past entries.
HAven't gotten to Sonnets by Shakespeare yet, perhaps i will take a peek later.
Oh YES! But if anything, there's actually one rather morbid sounding one i like.
It's called "Marked with D" by Tony Harrison.
The problem is that Sonnets are so enjoyable when one can GET it by oneself.
Having it explained to me makes me feel so dumb and unsatisfied.
Alwyn:
Yep... the score was real close last year. I was there screaming along with my junior.
But i was on the wrong side of the field when it came to that last kick. I think it was a conversion right.
I do hope it's not going to be a trend for RJC to creep up slowly on us like this.
*cringe*
Today's THURSDAY.
That leaves me about less than 40 hours to ARCHERY!
WHoop DEE dOO!
Till Then.
* "Everything that is done in the world, is done by hope." --Dr Martin Luther King, Jr. *
Does the weather really have to act up NOW??!?!
I mean, it was bright, hot and non-rainy till just recently. (in terms of weeks)
WHY, WHY.
Especially when i'm going to have my first basic archery lesson this saturday.
All i can hope for is that the bloomin' weather rains itself all out before saturday morning.
Or that wherever i'll be going to will be so ulu that rain has never seen that part of Singapore.
(though it is IMPOSSIBLE anyway. It IS Singapore, you know)
Here i am grumbling away when some people would be dancing around a fire with jingly jangly ornaments and facial paint screaming bloody murder for rain to pour.
Speaking of such.
I thank God that i am where i am.
Take for example:
I stare at my pencil box and all its contents and realize that there're loads of people in another part of the world who don't even own half(or less) of what's in my pencil box.
If i expand the scope and just look at the rest of what i own.
A stapler, a cup (with milo in it), a laptop, a bag, speakers, a dictionary, textbooks, my own toilet, bed,... (yada, yada)
I come to realize that i never knew i owned so many things. These things are all mine.
I have education.
I have family.
I have a home.
I have friends.
I have food and shelter.
I have clothes.
I have choice.
And there're people out there who don't have anything.
The stark reality stares at me daily and i've taken it all for granted.
Yet.
In the nothingness, they might have some things i don't.
I'd do an injustice if i even try to list those things because i will hardly ever know.
How little is my mind!
How little it is that i know!
The brain. A complex little blob of fat.
Ever networking, ever pulsing, ever ugly.
The mind. A busy little bunch of cog wheels.
Ever learning, ever fantasizing, ever wondering, ever remembering, ever stimulating, ever interesting, ever distracted, ever dreaming.
Joline... will you just.
*looks up innocently*
"Me?"
January:
No...! *Psycho's OST playing in the background*
Wa serious... You've got to let me in on some Sonnet ripping technique because i am so not poetry material. ('cept for Haikus i hope)
Think i blabbered a lot about it in past entries.
HAven't gotten to Sonnets by Shakespeare yet, perhaps i will take a peek later.
Oh YES! But if anything, there's actually one rather morbid sounding one i like.
It's called "Marked with D" by Tony Harrison.
The problem is that Sonnets are so enjoyable when one can GET it by oneself.
Having it explained to me makes me feel so dumb and unsatisfied.
Alwyn:
Yep... the score was real close last year. I was there screaming along with my junior.
But i was on the wrong side of the field when it came to that last kick. I think it was a conversion right.
I do hope it's not going to be a trend for RJC to creep up slowly on us like this.
*cringe*
Today's THURSDAY.
That leaves me about less than 40 hours to ARCHERY!
WHoop DEE dOO!
Till Then.
* "Everything that is done in the world, is done by hope." --Dr Martin Luther King, Jr. *
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
It's all in the Music
I'm DONE with those Sonnets as for now and i've moved on to Music! It's a pity that the Open Uni has removed music from the humanities syllabus.
I suppose i can understand the stand that not everyone can grasp music by reading a single chapter, listen to some music and turn into Debussy overnight.
As someone who's been making (with the best intentions and "attempts") music for most of my life so far, i can understand music a little more than the layperson out there.
*closes eyes and recollects*
Why... The big ole Tuba in Primary school, and the Alto Saxophone in Secondary School and JC.
The piano and flute at own leisure.
I'd say about 9 years in band playing, right about.
The piano and flute is ongoing.
So instead of making it a music analysis thing like they did to us for Poetry, they put more emphasis on appreciation.
So much for music.
The other thing they had axed is Philosophy. Once again, it's going to be as transiently done.
I can't say if i'm pleased by that or not.
Nevertheless, we're doing both but only paper deep.
Music's the one that is such a shame... Oh well. The world doesn't revolve around my wishes.
I've got a thing about guys and music.
I am DRAWN to them like flies to rubbish, Jed( see: "My Slavedriver" under Bare Essentials ) to food, males to PS2/FHM...
A chap who is proficient in a musical instrument would have given himself a good place in my books like someone say... who looks like Elijah Wood... (whoops)
If he's not proficient, proficient, he could at least understand (not merely appreciate) music and maybe be able to play a little on something.
Music and guys are a great combination. I like.
In terms of no books, no scores kind of music making:-
(an exception would be if the paper music has been internalized and transformed in a personal way)
Music involves expression, skill, thought, articulation, sensitivity.
Just some of the things that really score.
When i watch someone play, it is heaven to see him transform in an instant into a being one with the tool.
Suddenly, the person whom you thought you KNEW, displays a totally new side of himself.
What comes from the mind, heart and soul spills out, to the listener.
Divine.
But of course this is all very well for girls too.
ALwyn:
Read your comment with interest, and i think the last part stands in this case.
Which explains my confusion. Heh.
Maybe the next thing would just be how much am i of each.
Hm... Robert Browning sounded familiar.
"Our Aspirations are our Possibilities" (methinks he also said)
Yesterday was ACS's 118th Founder's Day.
I remember my first ACS Founder's Day i think. Was it in the indoor stadium? That would be... Year 2001.
The Combined Band [ACS (BR), ACS (I) and ACJC] were seated on one end of the vast ground. So, we pretty much had a great view of all the schools present.
ACJC had the poorest turn out.
What stayed with me most was that Rugby Warrior thing that the team(s) did.
Absolutely marvellous stuff, though i'm not sure it was entirely original.
Anyway, it's that Thundering Spirit that counts.
Amazing stuff.
ACJC had better kick Ghim Moh Institute's butt this year. (NOT Ghim Moh Sec, i LOVE my alma matar ok)
As much as i think we shouldn't be arrogant about our achievements year after year, I think ACJC should remain KING of the RUGBY FIELD.
It is one of our niche sports and one that holds many of the Alumni's tender hearts.
Very precarious.
Rugby as well as the wins are ACS's long standing tradition and pride and if anything were to break it and, WORSE, cause a yearly losing streak, i'll be devastated.
So will many other pro ACS people.
Now, i just need a good information source to update me with that important date annually.
All Righty. Gotta Go.
Till Then.
*ACS Forever!*
I suppose i can understand the stand that not everyone can grasp music by reading a single chapter, listen to some music and turn into Debussy overnight.
As someone who's been making (with the best intentions and "attempts") music for most of my life so far, i can understand music a little more than the layperson out there.
*closes eyes and recollects*
Why... The big ole Tuba in Primary school, and the Alto Saxophone in Secondary School and JC.
The piano and flute at own leisure.
I'd say about 9 years in band playing, right about.
The piano and flute is ongoing.
So instead of making it a music analysis thing like they did to us for Poetry, they put more emphasis on appreciation.
So much for music.
The other thing they had axed is Philosophy. Once again, it's going to be as transiently done.
I can't say if i'm pleased by that or not.
Nevertheless, we're doing both but only paper deep.
Music's the one that is such a shame... Oh well. The world doesn't revolve around my wishes.
I've got a thing about guys and music.
I am DRAWN to them like flies to rubbish, Jed( see: "My Slavedriver" under Bare Essentials ) to food, males to PS2/FHM...
A chap who is proficient in a musical instrument would have given himself a good place in my books like someone say... who looks like Elijah Wood... (whoops)
If he's not proficient, proficient, he could at least understand (not merely appreciate) music and maybe be able to play a little on something.
Music and guys are a great combination. I like.
In terms of no books, no scores kind of music making:-
(an exception would be if the paper music has been internalized and transformed in a personal way)
Music involves expression, skill, thought, articulation, sensitivity.
Just some of the things that really score.
When i watch someone play, it is heaven to see him transform in an instant into a being one with the tool.
Suddenly, the person whom you thought you KNEW, displays a totally new side of himself.
What comes from the mind, heart and soul spills out, to the listener.
Divine.
But of course this is all very well for girls too.
ALwyn:
Read your comment with interest, and i think the last part stands in this case.
Which explains my confusion. Heh.
Maybe the next thing would just be how much am i of each.
Hm... Robert Browning sounded familiar.
"Our Aspirations are our Possibilities" (methinks he also said)
Yesterday was ACS's 118th Founder's Day.
I remember my first ACS Founder's Day i think. Was it in the indoor stadium? That would be... Year 2001.
The Combined Band [ACS (BR), ACS (I) and ACJC] were seated on one end of the vast ground. So, we pretty much had a great view of all the schools present.
ACJC had the poorest turn out.
What stayed with me most was that Rugby Warrior thing that the team(s) did.
Absolutely marvellous stuff, though i'm not sure it was entirely original.
Anyway, it's that Thundering Spirit that counts.
Amazing stuff.
ACJC had better kick Ghim Moh Institute's butt this year. (NOT Ghim Moh Sec, i LOVE my alma matar ok)
As much as i think we shouldn't be arrogant about our achievements year after year, I think ACJC should remain KING of the RUGBY FIELD.
It is one of our niche sports and one that holds many of the Alumni's tender hearts.
Very precarious.
Rugby as well as the wins are ACS's long standing tradition and pride and if anything were to break it and, WORSE, cause a yearly losing streak, i'll be devastated.
So will many other pro ACS people.
Now, i just need a good information source to update me with that important date annually.
All Righty. Gotta Go.
Till Then.
*ACS Forever!*
Friday, February 27, 2004
Twinkle in Eye
Today's friday.
Uh huh, uh huh.
After the last few days of endless mugging at home in order to finish the bits i need for my 1st Psychology assignment, i declared that today would be rest day.
I still need to tie up some loose ends.
I've been telling myself that since this morning... Erm, i'm sure i'll get down to it.
After my soap opera i've been following religiously, (anyone wants to guess?) i took an adventure trip to find my ARCHERY RANGE!!!
Yes, EVERYONE! I've finally enrolled, after all the talk about it.
Next saturday seems lightyears away.
Walking all alone is quite nice, methinks.
1. No one to complain and whine to me about how hot the weather is.
It's SINGAPORE.
Get USE to it, already.
2. No one to hurry me here and there.
3. No one to care for to make sure they're entertained.
4. And i can talk to myself. REALLY. I do that. Helps me to reason and by hearing myself, i think it helps the brain realize things.
As they say, "Read Aloud".
Do you realize how: When you think you can't solve a math problem. Then you run over to the next helpful person. Then as you read the problem aloud, you go: "OH YA HOR!!! "
Than scramble back to which ever hole you came from.
5. I can talk privately to God as well or sing songs.
6. Listen to radio while strolling. I love the sun.
I had been walking in the wrong direction till i reached some highway and felt that something was horribly odd.
So, walked back lor.
The Archery field is some small plot of land, but big enough so you don't kill anyone.
Overgrown around the sides and the grass was coarse and dry looking.
There was a row of shelter-like things that looked particularly shabby.
One of the metal structures/frames had actually been blow over or SOMETHING, and it had actually flipped upside down into the next field that lies at a lower level next to it.
You gotta see it to believe it man.
I don't think the AAS has a permanent field. (The Serangoon Range will be available till 2006) But i think they at least have an office somewhere at Lantana.
I think it spans its shooting "land" over the affiliated clubs' premises.
SOme of the best archers come from Korea and Singapore is slowly trying (keyword:TRYING) to gain ground in archery following its medal at the most recent SEA Games.
But methinks that the first step is to GET PROPER PREMISES!!!
AAS, DO YOU HEAR ME?
That's like, the first few things to do to get the MORALE UP.
Have a place to call their own.
A PROPER building with TOILETS and a field to serve as the training ground...
You know, THAT sort of thing?
I saw some of the big targets.
Woo, cannot miss on a fine, windless day.
Marvellous.
SAturday... Please come quickly...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yesterday, i had my first Arts Lecture at SIM. The lecture theatre was big and cushy! I think it is 3 times the size of ACJC's LT2.
Maybe bigger.
My lecturer is a funny chap, he is.
i'm glad.
One thing i found intruiging, and something i should've known by then is that Sonnets go by the rhythm: da dah/da dah/da dah...
This gives certain words an obvious emphasis. (i've always wondered HOW those fellas say: Oh, so powerful, so strong, see the EMPHASIS???)
But i think as far as the relationship between me and Sonnets go...
It's, da duh? da duh? da duh?
FOr those of you who don't know... I just can't figure them Sonnets out.
I guess i can read it ten million times and fabricate SOMEthing. (relating from experience)
The problem is whether that SOMEthing is regarded as "correct".
Once again, it comes to the point where i'll say,
"So... who's right then? Quirky interpretation from Joline or the RIGHT way, courtesy of the critics and/or the arty farty fellas".
I wish i could make more friends!
I've been wanting to say this:
Thought about it and discovered that i can't decide if i'm:
1. an introvert in an extrovert's clothes OR,
2. an extrovert in an introvert's clothes.
No. 2 is POSSIBLE!
Aaaagh. Dinner's calling.
Till then.
*Grins broadly and waves!*
Uh huh, uh huh.
After the last few days of endless mugging at home in order to finish the bits i need for my 1st Psychology assignment, i declared that today would be rest day.
I still need to tie up some loose ends.
I've been telling myself that since this morning... Erm, i'm sure i'll get down to it.
After my soap opera i've been following religiously, (anyone wants to guess?) i took an adventure trip to find my ARCHERY RANGE!!!
Yes, EVERYONE! I've finally enrolled, after all the talk about it.
Next saturday seems lightyears away.
Walking all alone is quite nice, methinks.
1. No one to complain and whine to me about how hot the weather is.
It's SINGAPORE.
Get USE to it, already.
2. No one to hurry me here and there.
3. No one to care for to make sure they're entertained.
4. And i can talk to myself. REALLY. I do that. Helps me to reason and by hearing myself, i think it helps the brain realize things.
As they say, "Read Aloud".
Do you realize how: When you think you can't solve a math problem. Then you run over to the next helpful person. Then as you read the problem aloud, you go: "OH YA HOR!!! "
Than scramble back to which ever hole you came from.
5. I can talk privately to God as well or sing songs.
6. Listen to radio while strolling. I love the sun.
I had been walking in the wrong direction till i reached some highway and felt that something was horribly odd.
So, walked back lor.
The Archery field is some small plot of land, but big enough so you don't kill anyone.
Overgrown around the sides and the grass was coarse and dry looking.
There was a row of shelter-like things that looked particularly shabby.
One of the metal structures/frames had actually been blow over or SOMETHING, and it had actually flipped upside down into the next field that lies at a lower level next to it.
You gotta see it to believe it man.
I don't think the AAS has a permanent field. (The Serangoon Range will be available till 2006) But i think they at least have an office somewhere at Lantana.
I think it spans its shooting "land" over the affiliated clubs' premises.
SOme of the best archers come from Korea and Singapore is slowly trying (keyword:TRYING) to gain ground in archery following its medal at the most recent SEA Games.
But methinks that the first step is to GET PROPER PREMISES!!!
AAS, DO YOU HEAR ME?
That's like, the first few things to do to get the MORALE UP.
Have a place to call their own.
A PROPER building with TOILETS and a field to serve as the training ground...
You know, THAT sort of thing?
I saw some of the big targets.
Woo, cannot miss on a fine, windless day.
Marvellous.
SAturday... Please come quickly...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yesterday, i had my first Arts Lecture at SIM. The lecture theatre was big and cushy! I think it is 3 times the size of ACJC's LT2.
Maybe bigger.
My lecturer is a funny chap, he is.
i'm glad.
One thing i found intruiging, and something i should've known by then is that Sonnets go by the rhythm: da dah/da dah/da dah...
This gives certain words an obvious emphasis. (i've always wondered HOW those fellas say: Oh, so powerful, so strong, see the EMPHASIS???)
But i think as far as the relationship between me and Sonnets go...
It's, da duh? da duh? da duh?
FOr those of you who don't know... I just can't figure them Sonnets out.
I guess i can read it ten million times and fabricate SOMEthing. (relating from experience)
The problem is whether that SOMEthing is regarded as "correct".
Once again, it comes to the point where i'll say,
"So... who's right then? Quirky interpretation from Joline or the RIGHT way, courtesy of the critics and/or the arty farty fellas".
I wish i could make more friends!
I've been wanting to say this:
Thought about it and discovered that i can't decide if i'm:
1. an introvert in an extrovert's clothes OR,
2. an extrovert in an introvert's clothes.
No. 2 is POSSIBLE!
Aaaagh. Dinner's calling.
Till then.
*Grins broadly and waves!*
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Day Dreaming
11:43am
I really shouldn't be. But i am. And i REALLY can't help it.
I've decided to leave me pc on, on blogger. Each time some thought comes in, i'll log it in.
As of now, i'm doing statistics, AGAIN.
This's my third encounter with stats and i've grown to like it somewhat!
I thank the day Stats was ever introduced into the JC maths syllabus.
If it wasn't so, i would be struggling in the pits.
Because of the mode i'm studying by, struggling with stats could well be one of the worst things to happen at this point in uni life.
I've just come across a new form of data representation. It's nothing that i've ever seen before! It's called the Stem and Leaf plot, developed by Tukey (1977).
I can only say: huh?
Another thing that keeps banging on the door of my mind is ARCHERY...
I've called up the Archery Association of Singapore(AAS) and i've decided to enrol for the basic lessons.
Nothing's going to stop me now!!!
*evil cackle*
I think you'll be able to predict what the rest of my blog entry is going to look like.
Archery, archery and more fantasies about Archery.
12:18pm
I am NOT hung up about Him.
For some odd reason he incessantly enters my head. From random thoughts to even dreams!
I don't try to remember but it is simply because lots of things around trigger memories.
It's not just physical cues.
For once i am upset with (whatever) efficient work my brain can perform.
STOP LINKING!
I had an odd dream last night that i was dead.
And people in my dream say that they hear whispering coming from my grave.
In another part of the dream, my family got word that He had gotten into Architecture in NUS but actually He had gotten into Riot Control. (imagine such a degree in NUS! AHAHA.)
WHAT THE?!??!?!?!?
Well, at least it wasn't Pig Farming.
I've not had such intense replays and all else related, till recently.
Why can't i be free of this mental torment.
I've released it to God and i have and still am continuously trying to put the pain behind me.
12:49pm:
On a lighter note, someone thoroughly made my day last friday.
It was unexpected. So very.
2:13pm:
Archery...
Woo...
I hope i don't make a fool out of myself. I really want it to work!
2:57pm:
I've gotten my receipt that tells me my tutor has received my TMA (tutor marked assignment).
It's my very first and it's the poetry analysis one.(yes... THAT one)
I'm wondering if I'm getting the points, thus the marks, for the identification of the things i OUGHT to be seeing in that poem.
The funny thing is:
What if what I see in the poem, differs SO much from the so called "right" way.
Then, who is right?
A comment from my ACJC form teacher sets me pondering about the way i think and come up with ideas.
I'm QUIRKY!
And i don't dispute that one bit!
Which kind of makes me a teeny weeny bit worried about how this's going to affect my interpretation of "ART".
Gah hahahaa.....................
It's so weird just talking about this.
1:18am:
I made myself go for a workout(jog and weights). It feels good to get them muscles, or what's left of them, back to work again.
Most of the time, they'd be sitting around wasting away, gaining a nice warm cloak.
My condo gym is...
It ain't hopeless as long as i'm the only one around. But as soon as other people arrive, the gym BECOMES hopeless.
Hello.
Out of THREE treadmills, only ONE works. And tell me, pray, HOW many people come to the gym to do the treadmill?
Mumf, mumf.
I'm going to psycho myself for a healthy, weightloss thing.
I have to accept the fact that i can't jog much because of an old injury in the knee.
But doing treadmill decreases quite some knee impact. I like.
Guess it's going to be more swimming.
AND ARCHERY!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If everything goes as planned, i'll be off for basic lessons next weekend. WOOOT!
I'll update on that.
Till then.
*thanks for sticking by the mundanish, dreamy-weemy entry*
I really shouldn't be. But i am. And i REALLY can't help it.
I've decided to leave me pc on, on blogger. Each time some thought comes in, i'll log it in.
As of now, i'm doing statistics, AGAIN.
This's my third encounter with stats and i've grown to like it somewhat!
I thank the day Stats was ever introduced into the JC maths syllabus.
If it wasn't so, i would be struggling in the pits.
Because of the mode i'm studying by, struggling with stats could well be one of the worst things to happen at this point in uni life.
I've just come across a new form of data representation. It's nothing that i've ever seen before! It's called the Stem and Leaf plot, developed by Tukey (1977).
I can only say: huh?
Another thing that keeps banging on the door of my mind is ARCHERY...
I've called up the Archery Association of Singapore(AAS) and i've decided to enrol for the basic lessons.
Nothing's going to stop me now!!!
*evil cackle*
I think you'll be able to predict what the rest of my blog entry is going to look like.
Archery, archery and more fantasies about Archery.
12:18pm
I am NOT hung up about Him.
For some odd reason he incessantly enters my head. From random thoughts to even dreams!
I don't try to remember but it is simply because lots of things around trigger memories.
It's not just physical cues.
For once i am upset with (whatever) efficient work my brain can perform.
STOP LINKING!
I had an odd dream last night that i was dead.
And people in my dream say that they hear whispering coming from my grave.
In another part of the dream, my family got word that He had gotten into Architecture in NUS but actually He had gotten into Riot Control. (imagine such a degree in NUS! AHAHA.)
WHAT THE?!??!?!?!?
Well, at least it wasn't Pig Farming.
I've not had such intense replays and all else related, till recently.
Why can't i be free of this mental torment.
I've released it to God and i have and still am continuously trying to put the pain behind me.
12:49pm:
On a lighter note, someone thoroughly made my day last friday.
It was unexpected. So very.
2:13pm:
Archery...
Woo...
I hope i don't make a fool out of myself. I really want it to work!
2:57pm:
I've gotten my receipt that tells me my tutor has received my TMA (tutor marked assignment).
It's my very first and it's the poetry analysis one.(yes... THAT one)
I'm wondering if I'm getting the points, thus the marks, for the identification of the things i OUGHT to be seeing in that poem.
The funny thing is:
What if what I see in the poem, differs SO much from the so called "right" way.
Then, who is right?
A comment from my ACJC form teacher sets me pondering about the way i think and come up with ideas.
I'm QUIRKY!
And i don't dispute that one bit!
Which kind of makes me a teeny weeny bit worried about how this's going to affect my interpretation of "ART".
Gah hahahaa.....................
It's so weird just talking about this.
1:18am:
I made myself go for a workout(jog and weights). It feels good to get them muscles, or what's left of them, back to work again.
Most of the time, they'd be sitting around wasting away, gaining a nice warm cloak.
My condo gym is...
It ain't hopeless as long as i'm the only one around. But as soon as other people arrive, the gym BECOMES hopeless.
Hello.
Out of THREE treadmills, only ONE works. And tell me, pray, HOW many people come to the gym to do the treadmill?
Mumf, mumf.
I'm going to psycho myself for a healthy, weightloss thing.
I have to accept the fact that i can't jog much because of an old injury in the knee.
But doing treadmill decreases quite some knee impact. I like.
Guess it's going to be more swimming.
AND ARCHERY!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If everything goes as planned, i'll be off for basic lessons next weekend. WOOOT!
I'll update on that.
Till then.
*thanks for sticking by the mundanish, dreamy-weemy entry*
Saturday, February 21, 2004
FUN-OHHH!!!-RAMAAAAHHH!!!
My day would be utterly INCOMPLETE without devoting an entry to it.
It surpasses even urge to write about Mr Hung.
Yes.
Today started off a little knottily and ended off good-badish.
Gosh, i've SO much to say i don't know WHERE to begin.
*DEEEeeep Breath*
The Outline:
My gang of ACJC mates were suppose to meet up to just have the day to ourselves but, quite a few things cropped up which kind of cracked the plan into sad sad fragments.
But we all met eventually, a little late though, but better late than never.
However, after a little table gathering and chit chat in the canteen, groups decided to take off either to look around or go home.
How i wish people would just put aside some things for a day of good, clean fun with friends not seen for a long time!
I must sound really selfish, but gosh... that's how much i MISS EVERYONE!
Walked around and went to the Sports Complex with Yali and Liting before we left ACJC.
After which Yali left for a school thing and Liting and i went for "dinner"/"supper" and a nice chat.
Went our separate ways at the bus stop.
The School:
I tell you.
The MOMENT i stepped in... Nostalgia kicked in ferociously. I wouldn't say i was happy. Yet i was thrilled.
It was a somewhat sad, longing, exhilarating feeling being back in ACJC.
The memories just came back sharp in the face like a slap.
Almost... painful.
It's been two years and i was back where, my feet had once trodden(dragged also), sweat poured, curses muttered (and screamed), brain fried, met my first partner in crime, made great friends for life ( i vehemently hope).
This place is special to me.
ACJC is special to me.
All ACSians reading will understand.
The list of emotions would take too long to type and would bore everyone by the time they've read "sad" for the 37th time.
I took a few photos. Quite lousy ones really.
But i still haven't figured out the photo thingy at Yahoo.
Rats.
But technophobe has now begun sending photos via email using the Canon software!
There was just SO much to see and do and EAT.
But all i did was walk, take in the atmosphere, soak in the noise and familiarity, eat, talk.
The People:
The first two familiar faces Liting and I bumped into were Christine and Shan Ying. Small talk and parted soon after.
I really can't remember the sequence but i met some old classmates.
I think our class is pathetic.
There's NO spirit at all.
If ANYTHING, it' only between a selected bunch. Not that they're not nice, it's because the frequency clashes.
Makes my ears hurt oftentimes.
But i got to see... heh. A little red birdie's girlfriend. I've never seen him hold a girl's hand in my entire JC life till this day.
Apart from my own classmates, i saw loads of people from my batch. Though i can't put names to some of their faces.
Some of them have REALLY changed!
Oh, also met band people, Marc Ho and Youwei,who always has something "nice" to say.
Haha, i'm not going to take his comment to heart.
I really think he's funny.
Sometimes, he's so funny i lose my wits.
Saw Yolande, Eliza and Marcus too. More band people.
Hm... Who've i missed out on?
Loads i presume.
If i could shoot myself and wake up again, i would.
Because it was such an AC environment, i couldn't help but look out for Mr Ex.
NOT that i wanted to see Mr Ex but, it was just so automatic!
He's been through 10 years of the ACS life and would probably know almost every chap around.
Fun-o-rama would've seemed like the best reason for a reunion.
If Mr Ex saw me, I'm sure he would've grabbed the nearest table, run after and kill me if he had the chance.
I'm glad i didn't see him for reasons apart from the possibility of a premature death.
I've gotten over it so reasons associated to that are ruled out.
Oh... And Mr Paul Cheong too, i saw. At a cake shop.
I was looking around for my once-home-chem-tutor-turned-ACJC-chem-teacher.
I think the coincidence was a pleasant one.
Sadly, i didn't get to see him.
Dang.
*scrunches face*
I met Miss Phang, my Math tutor who probably cringes at the sight of me. Was never in her good books. My statistics was beyond the help of teachers, including her.
I met a secondary school mate's younger sister who's at SAJC.
I positively yelled when she told me she was taking her 'A's this year.
Totally lost track of time!
I thought she was still in secondary school or first year JC or something. Wow.
Things Bought:
1. I definitely bought the Fun-O-Rama t-shirt for collection sake and because of the kick in arse from Nostalgia.
2. I got the red 1 litre bottle because my Speedo one requires me to refill all too often.
3. I got the little spongy zip bag i wanted since last fun-o-rama. But this one's smaller.
I tell you. The merchandise table was FLOODED throughout...
Our school doesn't just have a (got a few actually leh) reputation, but it's become a brand.
I think we ought to suggest to someone, maybe Mr Lenn, to OPEN OUR OWN ACS CLOTHES/ACCESSORIES/KNICK-KNACKS/SPORTS GEAR/WHAT-HAVE-YOU line.
We'll make big bucks!
How about that? WOOT!
4. I bought mee siam, fried ice cream, hot dog, orange juice and a free smoothie(well, half of it) for lunch and dinner.
The End:
So there goes the saturday, well spent.
Much better than going to that poetry seminar in school.
My day would not be complete without devoting an entry to ACJC's decades old tradition.
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Y.J:
Yes, i remember you from Friendster... Hi there.
Alwyn:
HEY! I think i saw you... If i am not mistaken, you were standing with a group of guys in the canteen.
Erm... I think you grew taller...? Hee. :~P
AH YES!!! That "Chipmunk"! Sorry, i had thought that it was some pet name you gave Robin in Primary school or something.
Oh, she retook her 'A's.
I have to salute people like her who choose to do that, seriously.
It takes courage to repeat, a lot of determination, motivation and the will to study all that ... again.
Yes, she has an interesting face.
Uh huh! THat's precisely the Ben Xiao i'm referring to! He ROCKS with his Er-Hu RIGHT??!?!?! When i heard him play, i was astounded, and totally enchanted. Just wanted him to keep playing.
Like an equivalent of some guy serenading me with a guitar...
Wahaha, but yes... Grand Master he is.
He transformed from this boyish looking chap into a pro musician in a breath right before my eyes. Merging into one with his instrument. Amazing what sounds can come out of two strings.
January:
REALLY...? Now that's something!
Nice...
Not many people have the name Lacretia.
Yali:
Ahahaha, THANKS!!!
About poety, i had to pick from either math and computers OR arts. So... you know which Joline would pick right.
You want my completed works??? HA! I'm not sure they'll ask US to write. They ask us to analyse. If i ever do write a poem, it's going to break every conventional rule. WOO!!!
Huimin:
Heh... Is black hair REALLY in? I just thought that brown hair is so ordinary these days that having black hair is more original.
In fact, chinese women these days look as though they were born with brown hair.
As for Poetry? One of my modules is called "Introduction to the Humanities"
You see, i had a choice between the arts module and another one that concerns Math, the computer and the internet. Being the technophobe and mediocal math person, i picked the Arts module.
When i got home from ACJC, washed and settled down to blog, a secondary school mate called me to say she(and a few others) were about the vicinity and asked if i wanted to come down.
I did and it was so nice to see them again!
Wa, all the 3 guy friends drove and one has a Celica. *blimey*
Had a great time yakking with the two girls.
Time to catch up.
One was Jen who was with me since primary sch, through sec sch and even jc. Xiao was my good friend from sec sch who went to SAJC.
CHURCH tomorrow MORNING!
It's late now.
Gotta go.
Outta here.
Till Then.
*The Best is Yet to Be" The undisputed statement.*
It surpasses even urge to write about Mr Hung.
Yes.
Today started off a little knottily and ended off good-badish.
Gosh, i've SO much to say i don't know WHERE to begin.
*DEEEeeep Breath*
The Outline:
My gang of ACJC mates were suppose to meet up to just have the day to ourselves but, quite a few things cropped up which kind of cracked the plan into sad sad fragments.
But we all met eventually, a little late though, but better late than never.
However, after a little table gathering and chit chat in the canteen, groups decided to take off either to look around or go home.
How i wish people would just put aside some things for a day of good, clean fun with friends not seen for a long time!
I must sound really selfish, but gosh... that's how much i MISS EVERYONE!
Walked around and went to the Sports Complex with Yali and Liting before we left ACJC.
After which Yali left for a school thing and Liting and i went for "dinner"/"supper" and a nice chat.
Went our separate ways at the bus stop.
The School:
I tell you.
The MOMENT i stepped in... Nostalgia kicked in ferociously. I wouldn't say i was happy. Yet i was thrilled.
It was a somewhat sad, longing, exhilarating feeling being back in ACJC.
The memories just came back sharp in the face like a slap.
Almost... painful.
It's been two years and i was back where, my feet had once trodden(dragged also), sweat poured, curses muttered (and screamed), brain fried, met my first partner in crime, made great friends for life ( i vehemently hope).
This place is special to me.
ACJC is special to me.
All ACSians reading will understand.
The list of emotions would take too long to type and would bore everyone by the time they've read "sad" for the 37th time.
I took a few photos. Quite lousy ones really.
But i still haven't figured out the photo thingy at Yahoo.
Rats.
But technophobe has now begun sending photos via email using the Canon software!
There was just SO much to see and do and EAT.
But all i did was walk, take in the atmosphere, soak in the noise and familiarity, eat, talk.
The People:
The first two familiar faces Liting and I bumped into were Christine and Shan Ying. Small talk and parted soon after.
I really can't remember the sequence but i met some old classmates.
I think our class is pathetic.
There's NO spirit at all.
If ANYTHING, it' only between a selected bunch. Not that they're not nice, it's because the frequency clashes.
Makes my ears hurt oftentimes.
But i got to see... heh. A little red birdie's girlfriend. I've never seen him hold a girl's hand in my entire JC life till this day.
Apart from my own classmates, i saw loads of people from my batch. Though i can't put names to some of their faces.
Some of them have REALLY changed!
Oh, also met band people, Marc Ho and Youwei,who always has something "nice" to say.
Haha, i'm not going to take his comment to heart.
I really think he's funny.
Sometimes, he's so funny i lose my wits.
Saw Yolande, Eliza and Marcus too. More band people.
Hm... Who've i missed out on?
Loads i presume.
If i could shoot myself and wake up again, i would.
Because it was such an AC environment, i couldn't help but look out for Mr Ex.
NOT that i wanted to see Mr Ex but, it was just so automatic!
He's been through 10 years of the ACS life and would probably know almost every chap around.
Fun-o-rama would've seemed like the best reason for a reunion.
If Mr Ex saw me, I'm sure he would've grabbed the nearest table, run after and kill me if he had the chance.
I'm glad i didn't see him for reasons apart from the possibility of a premature death.
I've gotten over it so reasons associated to that are ruled out.
Oh... And Mr Paul Cheong too, i saw. At a cake shop.
I was looking around for my once-home-chem-tutor-turned-ACJC-chem-teacher.
I think the coincidence was a pleasant one.
Sadly, i didn't get to see him.
Dang.
*scrunches face*
I met Miss Phang, my Math tutor who probably cringes at the sight of me. Was never in her good books. My statistics was beyond the help of teachers, including her.
I met a secondary school mate's younger sister who's at SAJC.
I positively yelled when she told me she was taking her 'A's this year.
Totally lost track of time!
I thought she was still in secondary school or first year JC or something. Wow.
Things Bought:
1. I definitely bought the Fun-O-Rama t-shirt for collection sake and because of the kick in arse from Nostalgia.
2. I got the red 1 litre bottle because my Speedo one requires me to refill all too often.
3. I got the little spongy zip bag i wanted since last fun-o-rama. But this one's smaller.
I tell you. The merchandise table was FLOODED throughout...
Our school doesn't just have a (got a few actually leh) reputation, but it's become a brand.
I think we ought to suggest to someone, maybe Mr Lenn, to OPEN OUR OWN ACS CLOTHES/ACCESSORIES/KNICK-KNACKS/SPORTS GEAR/WHAT-HAVE-YOU line.
We'll make big bucks!
How about that? WOOT!
4. I bought mee siam, fried ice cream, hot dog, orange juice and a free smoothie(well, half of it) for lunch and dinner.
The End:
So there goes the saturday, well spent.
Much better than going to that poetry seminar in school.
My day would not be complete without devoting an entry to ACJC's decades old tradition.
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Y.J:
Yes, i remember you from Friendster... Hi there.
Alwyn:
HEY! I think i saw you... If i am not mistaken, you were standing with a group of guys in the canteen.
Erm... I think you grew taller...? Hee. :~P
AH YES!!! That "Chipmunk"! Sorry, i had thought that it was some pet name you gave Robin in Primary school or something.
Oh, she retook her 'A's.
I have to salute people like her who choose to do that, seriously.
It takes courage to repeat, a lot of determination, motivation and the will to study all that ... again.
Yes, she has an interesting face.
Uh huh! THat's precisely the Ben Xiao i'm referring to! He ROCKS with his Er-Hu RIGHT??!?!?! When i heard him play, i was astounded, and totally enchanted. Just wanted him to keep playing.
Like an equivalent of some guy serenading me with a guitar...
Wahaha, but yes... Grand Master he is.
He transformed from this boyish looking chap into a pro musician in a breath right before my eyes. Merging into one with his instrument. Amazing what sounds can come out of two strings.
January:
REALLY...? Now that's something!
Nice...
Not many people have the name Lacretia.
Yali:
Ahahaha, THANKS!!!
About poety, i had to pick from either math and computers OR arts. So... you know which Joline would pick right.
You want my completed works??? HA! I'm not sure they'll ask US to write. They ask us to analyse. If i ever do write a poem, it's going to break every conventional rule. WOO!!!
Huimin:
Heh... Is black hair REALLY in? I just thought that brown hair is so ordinary these days that having black hair is more original.
In fact, chinese women these days look as though they were born with brown hair.
As for Poetry? One of my modules is called "Introduction to the Humanities"
You see, i had a choice between the arts module and another one that concerns Math, the computer and the internet. Being the technophobe and mediocal math person, i picked the Arts module.
When i got home from ACJC, washed and settled down to blog, a secondary school mate called me to say she(and a few others) were about the vicinity and asked if i wanted to come down.
I did and it was so nice to see them again!
Wa, all the 3 guy friends drove and one has a Celica. *blimey*
Had a great time yakking with the two girls.
Time to catch up.
One was Jen who was with me since primary sch, through sec sch and even jc. Xiao was my good friend from sec sch who went to SAJC.
CHURCH tomorrow MORNING!
It's late now.
Gotta go.
Outta here.
Till Then.
*The Best is Yet to Be" The undisputed statement.*
Monday, February 16, 2004
Really Wordy One (>1)
I think academic pressure is one of THE things that really crack me. (NOT crack me UP)
The more i feel it, the more my mind begins to recall the past, imagine negative scenarios and i feel myself sink into mild depression.
Thanks January and Alwyn for your comments on the other way of looking at things. I'm glad because they serve as advice for someone who gets near the brink of insanity sometimes.
I'm trying to now equate Jesus and God and try to believe that there's no real distinction.
These confusions come i suppose as a result of redundant overthinking...? Or the brain wanting to establish compartmentalization. (woo, "that's quite a mouthful")
By the way Alwyn, which CCA were you in?
Oh and, i'm really wondering if we've got the right Betty here because "quiet church girl" type is entirely not her! Heehee.
She's not promiscuous or anything. Just pure bubbly!
ROBIN was your primary school mate and you NEVER knew he was just there??!?!
HAHA. OOhh-kkayy... Well, the "chipmunk" is at HQ Signals, so i've gathered from Robin's friend (Ben Xiao).
Hm, you mean you couldn't see Robin's photo until i put up a picture?
These days, it seems like if you want to be original, you should have black hair..
Have finally put a picture on the well, should i say infamous network thingy.
I'm no man's dream but i think i prefer my haircut now as compared to the one in the photo.
I cut myself a fringe some time ago because i thought the long bit was too thick and curly.
In addition, my forehead had seemed to be falsely claiming that i have big brains...
Hence my fringe.
Anyhow.
As of this moment, i am TRYING to get my poetry analysis technique correct.
Ah, as the black and white says, "There's no ONE way going about it..."
But as always, they will then say something like: But if you read into its form and yada yada, you'll come to understand what it's trying to say.
And so Jo went for her seminar and discovered that doing-a-Mr Bean (i.o.w, looking at and yabbering about what you can see in a painting) is MUCH easier then poetry.
Though i have utmost respect for poetry... Good grief.
I REGRET the unchangable fact that i can't crack the thing, because it's such an artful and comprehensive (ok, that would depend on the KIND of poem) way of expression.
I have to say that i have grown to hate making sense out of it.
So everytime i glance at a poem, i feel upon me a cocktail of emotions, namely: Fear, Detest and Awe-but-face-it-you-CAN'T-handle-it-honey.
Although a poem, or a Sonnet (the sort i'm dealing with) may sound pretty straightforward in intention and meaning, there's much more that escapes the layman if he/she doesn't know what it takes to explain or RIP UP (in this case i mean analyse but by gum... i'd love to rip it up in the other sense) one.
There're SO MANY factors, both mechanical and linguistical, that one must consider for a poem's meaning.
I'm beginning to wonder if the spelling of the word "When" has a particular influence in the poem's meaning also.
It get's so teensy weensy-ly picky about every aspect.
Which've why i have a bone to pick with it...
I just can't do it.
I'm sure hoping that practice would sharpen my poetic instincts.
One of the reasons why we have to get picky is because, a poet can only say so much, to convey a whole barrage of emotions and perhaps to create an atmosphere.
So, every little punctuation and form of word, rhythm, pattern and wotnot plays a vital role in expression.
Hence we have to tear it apart like that.
Guess i'll be off now.
Have to rush that poetry assignment.
Till Then.
* "Scorn not the Sonnet" - by William Wordsworth*
The more i feel it, the more my mind begins to recall the past, imagine negative scenarios and i feel myself sink into mild depression.
Thanks January and Alwyn for your comments on the other way of looking at things. I'm glad because they serve as advice for someone who gets near the brink of insanity sometimes.
I'm trying to now equate Jesus and God and try to believe that there's no real distinction.
These confusions come i suppose as a result of redundant overthinking...? Or the brain wanting to establish compartmentalization. (woo, "that's quite a mouthful")
By the way Alwyn, which CCA were you in?
Oh and, i'm really wondering if we've got the right Betty here because "quiet church girl" type is entirely not her! Heehee.
She's not promiscuous or anything. Just pure bubbly!
ROBIN was your primary school mate and you NEVER knew he was just there??!?!
HAHA. OOhh-kkayy... Well, the "chipmunk" is at HQ Signals, so i've gathered from Robin's friend (Ben Xiao).
Hm, you mean you couldn't see Robin's photo until i put up a picture?
These days, it seems like if you want to be original, you should have black hair..
Have finally put a picture on the well, should i say infamous network thingy.
I'm no man's dream but i think i prefer my haircut now as compared to the one in the photo.
I cut myself a fringe some time ago because i thought the long bit was too thick and curly.
In addition, my forehead had seemed to be falsely claiming that i have big brains...
Hence my fringe.
Anyhow.
As of this moment, i am TRYING to get my poetry analysis technique correct.
Ah, as the black and white says, "There's no ONE way going about it..."
But as always, they will then say something like: But if you read into its form and yada yada, you'll come to understand what it's trying to say.
And so Jo went for her seminar and discovered that doing-a-Mr Bean (i.o.w, looking at and yabbering about what you can see in a painting) is MUCH easier then poetry.
Though i have utmost respect for poetry... Good grief.
I REGRET the unchangable fact that i can't crack the thing, because it's such an artful and comprehensive (ok, that would depend on the KIND of poem) way of expression.
I have to say that i have grown to hate making sense out of it.
So everytime i glance at a poem, i feel upon me a cocktail of emotions, namely: Fear, Detest and Awe-but-face-it-you-CAN'T-handle-it-honey.
Although a poem, or a Sonnet (the sort i'm dealing with) may sound pretty straightforward in intention and meaning, there's much more that escapes the layman if he/she doesn't know what it takes to explain or RIP UP (in this case i mean analyse but by gum... i'd love to rip it up in the other sense) one.
There're SO MANY factors, both mechanical and linguistical, that one must consider for a poem's meaning.
I'm beginning to wonder if the spelling of the word "When" has a particular influence in the poem's meaning also.
It get's so teensy weensy-ly picky about every aspect.
Which've why i have a bone to pick with it...
I just can't do it.
I'm sure hoping that practice would sharpen my poetic instincts.
One of the reasons why we have to get picky is because, a poet can only say so much, to convey a whole barrage of emotions and perhaps to create an atmosphere.
So, every little punctuation and form of word, rhythm, pattern and wotnot plays a vital role in expression.
Hence we have to tear it apart like that.
Guess i'll be off now.
Have to rush that poetry assignment.
Till Then.
* "Scorn not the Sonnet" - by William Wordsworth*
Sunday, February 08, 2004
Slow down!
Heh heh, actually i do enjoy writing posts like the previous one.
Generally, i am sarcastic and morbid all round, but to write it out... I've to feel a certain way first.
*tsk, tsk*
Always look where you are going when walking through door frames. Not just the central part of you but also your other protruding body parts, such as arms, toes and fingers.
Trying to type with,
1. a laptop that's constantly trying to give me unpleasant zaps.
2. a painful elbow. (stupid door frame. or rather, stupid me)
Today, my pal Betty is having her biathlon in Sentosa. Yesh, sunday morning too.
This girl is tremendous.
I've always pictured her as someone who only runs in straight lines (or around a track LAH.) BUT, apparently she's now doing tennis and has joined the biathlon fellas in NTU.
She must be so fit now, accomplishing a shape most girls would love to have.
As someone has coined and is extensively used as an excuse, "I AM in shape... Round is a shape......"
The only biathlon i am involved in, is studying between my psychology and humanities module.
So much for biathlons.
Well, at least my brain will get the work out. Buffed brain (NOT BUFFLE BRAINED) but no buff body.
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For a time(until today), i was confused about the theory of the trinity.
God the Father, Jesus and the Holy Spirit.
Actually, Jesus and God was the only thing i was confused about.
The knowledge i had, was this:
Jesus is simply God in human form.
They are actually the same person.
God is referred to as the Heavenly Father while Jesus is his Son.
NOW. This serves as rather confusing.
Jesus is God.
God is Jesus.
But. Jesus is the SON, God is the FATHER.
But personally, i think i can't directly accept that.
Misleads me more.
If i were to think in terms of Father and Son, it only makes me think that:
1. GOD is the ONE TRUE FORCE/SPIRIT.
2. JESUS is only just a man who came to die.
3. One looks at the other with Love when they speak because they sound SHO Separate!
Tell me, who is the one we should worship.
The one true force, or the man who died?
(but of course, we do know they are the same but i am saying that if we see them as separate, it is so puzzling)
In previous days, i have been feeling off as to who i should be praying to.
It is odd that this hits me only now after 19 years.
But as of recently, i have discovered that my insides feel more comforted when i direct prayer to "God" rather than to "Jesus". I think i actually have been praying to "Jesus" unknowingly.
Is that a sign that i'm heading in the right direction?
In church today, the confusion elevated and there and then, i felt SO confused.
I had to get help.
Who am i to worship?
Is it God, or Jesus?
The stark thing that has spoken up in defence as to why i should worship Jesus is because, i realize that many songs(and i think i was a victim of ignorance) we sing today are directed AT and TO JESUS, rather than to GOD the ONE.
It is as if people were worshipping a HUMAN, CALLED Jesus.
I found this actually REALLY disturbing.
Of course i'm not saying we shouldn't worship Jesus.
He was the entity that was in human form so he could die for us all. (the ungrateful lot we are sometimes)
But it is after all, GOD the Father.
He is God the Father who came down.
So essentially, ALL praise should be DIRECTED to God the Father while we also show appreciation for what he has done on Earth by being Jesus.
So we thank Him for dying through Jesus, who was God personified.
Therefore.
Jesus the Human is NOT to be worshipped.
But.
The Jesus=God should be worshipped. Therefore, ULTIMATELY, it is GOD we should be directing all praise to.
Prebelievers sometimes say to me, "I know, in Christianity, you guys worship Jesus(as the God) right?"
At those moments, i feel somewhat indignant inside but yet i didn't know exactly how to reply to correct that idea when i didn't know the answer myself.
So, it is not a relationship with JESUS we must have, but a relationship with GOD, our Heavenly Father.
AH, THERE. ALL SAID.
I feel MUCH BETTER having that out of my system AND consolidating it in my head.
Just a bit of whatever:
A Hindu Philosopher said: You are, but you are not.
Oooohhh.... Kay.....
I nEEDddd to go back to studying.
Own academic biathlon. *phutooi*
Have i been spelling "biathlon" correctly?
Generally, i am sarcastic and morbid all round, but to write it out... I've to feel a certain way first.
*tsk, tsk*
Always look where you are going when walking through door frames. Not just the central part of you but also your other protruding body parts, such as arms, toes and fingers.
Trying to type with,
1. a laptop that's constantly trying to give me unpleasant zaps.
2. a painful elbow. (stupid door frame. or rather, stupid me)
Today, my pal Betty is having her biathlon in Sentosa. Yesh, sunday morning too.
This girl is tremendous.
I've always pictured her as someone who only runs in straight lines (or around a track LAH.) BUT, apparently she's now doing tennis and has joined the biathlon fellas in NTU.
She must be so fit now, accomplishing a shape most girls would love to have.
As someone has coined and is extensively used as an excuse, "I AM in shape... Round is a shape......"
The only biathlon i am involved in, is studying between my psychology and humanities module.
So much for biathlons.
Well, at least my brain will get the work out. Buffed brain (NOT BUFFLE BRAINED) but no buff body.
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For a time(until today), i was confused about the theory of the trinity.
God the Father, Jesus and the Holy Spirit.
Actually, Jesus and God was the only thing i was confused about.
The knowledge i had, was this:
Jesus is simply God in human form.
They are actually the same person.
God is referred to as the Heavenly Father while Jesus is his Son.
NOW. This serves as rather confusing.
Jesus is God.
God is Jesus.
But. Jesus is the SON, God is the FATHER.
But personally, i think i can't directly accept that.
Misleads me more.
If i were to think in terms of Father and Son, it only makes me think that:
1. GOD is the ONE TRUE FORCE/SPIRIT.
2. JESUS is only just a man who came to die.
3. One looks at the other with Love when they speak because they sound SHO Separate!
Tell me, who is the one we should worship.
The one true force, or the man who died?
(but of course, we do know they are the same but i am saying that if we see them as separate, it is so puzzling)
In previous days, i have been feeling off as to who i should be praying to.
It is odd that this hits me only now after 19 years.
But as of recently, i have discovered that my insides feel more comforted when i direct prayer to "God" rather than to "Jesus". I think i actually have been praying to "Jesus" unknowingly.
Is that a sign that i'm heading in the right direction?
In church today, the confusion elevated and there and then, i felt SO confused.
I had to get help.
Who am i to worship?
Is it God, or Jesus?
The stark thing that has spoken up in defence as to why i should worship Jesus is because, i realize that many songs(and i think i was a victim of ignorance) we sing today are directed AT and TO JESUS, rather than to GOD the ONE.
It is as if people were worshipping a HUMAN, CALLED Jesus.
I found this actually REALLY disturbing.
Of course i'm not saying we shouldn't worship Jesus.
He was the entity that was in human form so he could die for us all. (the ungrateful lot we are sometimes)
But it is after all, GOD the Father.
He is God the Father who came down.
So essentially, ALL praise should be DIRECTED to God the Father while we also show appreciation for what he has done on Earth by being Jesus.
So we thank Him for dying through Jesus, who was God personified.
Therefore.
Jesus the Human is NOT to be worshipped.
But.
The Jesus=God should be worshipped. Therefore, ULTIMATELY, it is GOD we should be directing all praise to.
Prebelievers sometimes say to me, "I know, in Christianity, you guys worship Jesus(as the God) right?"
At those moments, i feel somewhat indignant inside but yet i didn't know exactly how to reply to correct that idea when i didn't know the answer myself.
So, it is not a relationship with JESUS we must have, but a relationship with GOD, our Heavenly Father.
AH, THERE. ALL SAID.
I feel MUCH BETTER having that out of my system AND consolidating it in my head.
Just a bit of whatever:
A Hindu Philosopher said: You are, but you are not.
Oooohhh.... Kay.....
I nEEDddd to go back to studying.
Own academic biathlon. *phutooi*
Have i been spelling "biathlon" correctly?
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Normality. Really.
Ok.
So, my cousin has left.
Everything has to go back to normal.
Where school work is mandatory (DANG!), i've no excuse to make for not being able to catch up, i've to wake up early to get a move on...
WHAT AM I TALKING about??!?!?
Almost all students out there are going through the same thing, so what the twiddle-dee-dum-dum am i saying.
Mind is:
1. going around, around in circles.
2. finding logic in the strangest places and ideas.
3. coming to strange conclusions.
4. lost? Lost. *nods gravely*
The simple truth is...
I've been having a holiday, one too long.
My school syllabus does not entitle me to a June break.
The course runs throughout the year and ends about in Oct/Nov.
So while kiddies and koodles run a-play, a-playing in June, i will have to be mugger mugging my way through.
It runs for 34 weeks straight. That leaves me 4 months of straight holidaying.
From one year to the next.
What i love about it, is that I get to enjoy my Jan and Feb months which, in my humble opinion are the most memorable and beautiful months.
This is talking in terms of all things meteorological.
Speaking of the weather.
The past few days have been horrifyingly cold and wet.
NOT that i dislike rain in itself or am horrified by cold and dampness in my tooshie(now, how is that spelt?), but rather it doesn't do wonders for my schedule!
Been wanting to go swimming and the like.
I don't fancy flirting with the chances of getting zapped to death in a cold pool.
I don't wish to make a huge waste of the condo's pool by causing people to gossip about a "girl-who-died-in-the-rain-in-this-pool,yes-THIS-POOL".
And then no one dares to enter it, therefore letting Fungi and Friends create multitudes of colonies.
Once i kill the use of the pool, my death will in turn inspire some juvenile movie maker who might be hoping to make a quick buck from a cheap horror flick.
So apart from, "The Ring", "The Eye", "The Wishing Stairs" (is that the name?), we'll now have "The Cold Dead AFloating".
Oh, i can hear the music...
Strange to be talking of such morbid things when actually, the weather today is absolutely marvellous!
Once again, the cold winds that freeze my toes and fingers, the awesome cheery blue sky that boasts of the contrasts between the white clouds and its own expanse.
Glorious.
Like i said, back to work.
Bleah.
I'm late!.
If there's someone who makes me shoot into the clouds (NOT Mr Wood, i'm talking REALITY here), it's got to be someone i've known since secondary school.
Everything that HE IS, everything he has done, commands constant admiration.
With every one glance at him, i know i'll come to a new level of admiration for this individual.
No spoken words now due to reasons that probably lie with him.
It is a sad thing to not know why.
Though he's only but a little effort away, a distant figure he remains and will remain.
Not talking reality.
After all.
Then AGAIN...
Mayhap i was misled by hope.
So, my cousin has left.
Everything has to go back to normal.
Where school work is mandatory (DANG!), i've no excuse to make for not being able to catch up, i've to wake up early to get a move on...
WHAT AM I TALKING about??!?!?
Almost all students out there are going through the same thing, so what the twiddle-dee-dum-dum am i saying.
Mind is:
1. going around, around in circles.
2. finding logic in the strangest places and ideas.
3. coming to strange conclusions.
4. lost? Lost. *nods gravely*
The simple truth is...
I've been having a holiday, one too long.
My school syllabus does not entitle me to a June break.
The course runs throughout the year and ends about in Oct/Nov.
So while kiddies and koodles run a-play, a-playing in June, i will have to be mugger mugging my way through.
It runs for 34 weeks straight. That leaves me 4 months of straight holidaying.
From one year to the next.
What i love about it, is that I get to enjoy my Jan and Feb months which, in my humble opinion are the most memorable and beautiful months.
This is talking in terms of all things meteorological.
Speaking of the weather.
The past few days have been horrifyingly cold and wet.
NOT that i dislike rain in itself or am horrified by cold and dampness in my tooshie(now, how is that spelt?), but rather it doesn't do wonders for my schedule!
Been wanting to go swimming and the like.
I don't fancy flirting with the chances of getting zapped to death in a cold pool.
I don't wish to make a huge waste of the condo's pool by causing people to gossip about a "girl-who-died-in-the-rain-in-this-pool,yes-THIS-POOL".
And then no one dares to enter it, therefore letting Fungi and Friends create multitudes of colonies.
Once i kill the use of the pool, my death will in turn inspire some juvenile movie maker who might be hoping to make a quick buck from a cheap horror flick.
So apart from, "The Ring", "The Eye", "The Wishing Stairs" (is that the name?), we'll now have "The Cold Dead AFloating".
Oh, i can hear the music...
Strange to be talking of such morbid things when actually, the weather today is absolutely marvellous!
Once again, the cold winds that freeze my toes and fingers, the awesome cheery blue sky that boasts of the contrasts between the white clouds and its own expanse.
Glorious.
Like i said, back to work.
Bleah.
I'm late!.
If there's someone who makes me shoot into the clouds (NOT Mr Wood, i'm talking REALITY here), it's got to be someone i've known since secondary school.
Everything that HE IS, everything he has done, commands constant admiration.
With every one glance at him, i know i'll come to a new level of admiration for this individual.
No spoken words now due to reasons that probably lie with him.
It is a sad thing to not know why.
Though he's only but a little effort away, a distant figure he remains and will remain.
Not talking reality.
After all.
Then AGAIN...
Mayhap i was misled by hope.
Monday, February 02, 2004
Eclectic
Recently, have been disturbed by some thoughts and dreams(the when-you're-sleeping-kind)d that've occurred in the last few days.
Can't be good.
The subject? The Ex.
I've moved on but why is it happening?
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Watched "Shrek" on HBO last night. Refreshing.
My digits are freezing as of this moment.
Think i'll be going for archery with cousin tomorrow. Not even sure of how to get there by bus.
Does anyone know?
The archery place is at SAFRA Bukit Merah.
Huimin:
Heya you!!!
Really... that;s so nice of you. :-)
Nice hearing your wail every now and then. Heh. Still no letter regarding collection of books? That be odd. Have you tried checking the blackboard thingy?
YESH! Did all my wrapping already and i've started on the first chapter of my first psychology book. Very student friendly reading material, really.
I just found out that to get an A, you need 85 and above! HOW INSANE IS THAT?!??!?!?!?!!?!?
A B grade is from 70 to 84.
Crummy, i say. But since i'm speaking from the Monash experience, it does seem hard.
Putting it into the present context, maybe an A is not that unattainable. We shall see, in time to come.
ALwyn:
Hey, THANKS a bunch!
Truth be told, i've never considered the possibility of going to a JC to teach, let alone ACJC.
It was because i want to teach in a secondary school where students are at their formative years. And i think i can forge better ties there.
Perhaps i have this predetermined notion that JC students are hard-headed people and that it will be extra daunting to help them in any arena.
But to change seemingly daunting people is the whole bigger challenge which will probably lead to greater teacherly satisfaction and encouragement.
Mayhap i'm just too bloomin' lazy...
Bad, bad.
WeiZhen:
HULLO Gurl! YEs... Thank you for the inspiring tit bit there. Should learn never to doubt self, yeah? Thus, go for it!
I've a friend "garangly" going for the straight Honours course! Haha, and she was also from my distance education class.
Guess I won't be all alone and we'll be able to share horror stories...Should there be any!
Whoopee.
You know what's so nice aabout doing a humanities module? You get to watch VCDs and listen to CDs on issues ranging from Art, Philosophy (i think), Music, History,Religion, Literature among others.
Feels so good to let your brain juices flow to come up with own interpretation of situations and forms.
Get to read fiction books. (genre:Drama)
How often do regular students, in below-tertiary level education+ in science stream, get to read such artsy fartsy stuff for school purposes?
It's fantastically refreshing to do so now.
However...
Been looking at the stack of books waiting to be read.
With guilt, i'll admit my steam has run low...
I need inspiration and focus once again, on direction.
I caught a glimpse of the Mazda 3 in a showroom.
Holy Moley!
It's a dude!
Nuff said.
I think i might be going cross eyed.
Walked along Robertson Quay one night not long ago....
I Love IT.
The dim but glowing-romantically lamps that lined the path way, created such an apt atmosphere for lovers, the depressed, the afficionados of romanctic settings alike.
It's not a place of aesthetic perfection to everyone, but to me, it's one of the most perfect places i've been to.
There was a pub/club/bar (i never know about these things so i can't tell the difference) situated along the quay that just made my heart go aflutter.
It simply radiated this compelling warm and welcoming and exotic pulse.
It was basically just in a corner, in the shadows cast by overhanging plants.
The many candles illumunated the faces of the patrons there.
Everyone seemed so at peace, so contented, soaking in the beautiful setting and enjoying the company of mates.
It was lovely, lovely, lovely...
It's in the area where the DBS SRT place is, methinks.
Till Then.
*hopeless romantic hopes...*
Can't be good.
The subject? The Ex.
I've moved on but why is it happening?
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Watched "Shrek" on HBO last night. Refreshing.
My digits are freezing as of this moment.
Think i'll be going for archery with cousin tomorrow. Not even sure of how to get there by bus.
Does anyone know?
The archery place is at SAFRA Bukit Merah.
Huimin:
Heya you!!!
Really... that;s so nice of you. :-)
Nice hearing your wail every now and then. Heh. Still no letter regarding collection of books? That be odd. Have you tried checking the blackboard thingy?
YESH! Did all my wrapping already and i've started on the first chapter of my first psychology book. Very student friendly reading material, really.
I just found out that to get an A, you need 85 and above! HOW INSANE IS THAT?!??!?!?!?!!?!?
A B grade is from 70 to 84.
Crummy, i say. But since i'm speaking from the Monash experience, it does seem hard.
Putting it into the present context, maybe an A is not that unattainable. We shall see, in time to come.
ALwyn:
Hey, THANKS a bunch!
Truth be told, i've never considered the possibility of going to a JC to teach, let alone ACJC.
It was because i want to teach in a secondary school where students are at their formative years. And i think i can forge better ties there.
Perhaps i have this predetermined notion that JC students are hard-headed people and that it will be extra daunting to help them in any arena.
But to change seemingly daunting people is the whole bigger challenge which will probably lead to greater teacherly satisfaction and encouragement.
Mayhap i'm just too bloomin' lazy...
Bad, bad.
WeiZhen:
HULLO Gurl! YEs... Thank you for the inspiring tit bit there. Should learn never to doubt self, yeah? Thus, go for it!
I've a friend "garangly" going for the straight Honours course! Haha, and she was also from my distance education class.
Guess I won't be all alone and we'll be able to share horror stories...Should there be any!
Whoopee.
You know what's so nice aabout doing a humanities module? You get to watch VCDs and listen to CDs on issues ranging from Art, Philosophy (i think), Music, History,Religion, Literature among others.
Feels so good to let your brain juices flow to come up with own interpretation of situations and forms.
Get to read fiction books. (genre:Drama)
How often do regular students, in below-tertiary level education+ in science stream, get to read such artsy fartsy stuff for school purposes?
It's fantastically refreshing to do so now.
However...
Been looking at the stack of books waiting to be read.
With guilt, i'll admit my steam has run low...
I need inspiration and focus once again, on direction.
I caught a glimpse of the Mazda 3 in a showroom.
Holy Moley!
It's a dude!
Nuff said.
I think i might be going cross eyed.
Walked along Robertson Quay one night not long ago....
I Love IT.
The dim but glowing-romantically lamps that lined the path way, created such an apt atmosphere for lovers, the depressed, the afficionados of romanctic settings alike.
It's not a place of aesthetic perfection to everyone, but to me, it's one of the most perfect places i've been to.
There was a pub/club/bar (i never know about these things so i can't tell the difference) situated along the quay that just made my heart go aflutter.
It simply radiated this compelling warm and welcoming and exotic pulse.
It was basically just in a corner, in the shadows cast by overhanging plants.
The many candles illumunated the faces of the patrons there.
Everyone seemed so at peace, so contented, soaking in the beautiful setting and enjoying the company of mates.
It was lovely, lovely, lovely...
It's in the area where the DBS SRT place is, methinks.
Till Then.
*hopeless romantic hopes...*
Friday, January 30, 2004
Yabbering. Too much of it.
My cousin from Australia is here at my place!
He'll be staying for a week.
Haven't seen him in yonks but he still looks the same as ever.
How the years have passed but age takes no toll on him. Except to cloud him with responsibilities. Maybe "cloud" is a word too negative.
To be clearer. He doesn't have problems, just that i view adult responsibilities as THE thing i'm most horrified about.
And they are approaching...
Have been planning a little for the future in terms of education and to which job it can lead me to.
I must say i'm happy with what i see.
But i do know that in the coming years, i have much to accomplish.
Firstly, i am planning for my Honours. Not every Tom, Dick and Harry is able to get a good Honours degree.
When i look inside myself, i realize that i do feel like any run-of-the-mill kind of achiever. Or rather, just an average kind of student with no special talent or brains.
If i were to say anything about talent, i'd say i'm a Jack of All Trades, Master of None.
Ever since i was a kid, i was about average at most things.
Could do some sports well enough, could make some music and did average [where, average=(good performance+bad performance)/2] academically in school.
None outshined the other.
Been entrusted with responsibilities as a leader in school as well.
Not quite sure if you'd call that a well rounder. A well rounder, to me, would be someone who EXCELS in whatever arena he or she gets involved in.
Not mediocal.
Like me.
Therefore looking at my future, i'm going to have to -work really, really HARD- to reach my goals.
That is like one of the most dumb/cliche things to say, yet it is the simple truth, that is to be applied in reaching goals.
Unless your goal...
Enough implied.
I have 3 things in mind for the future. To be a:
1. Police
2. Teacher
3. Psychologist
(not in exact order)
in my years to come.
May add or subtract along the way.
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I went to SIM on wednesday to collect my study materials
Stepped into unfamiliar grounds.
Plonked with TWO FULL BAGS of VCDS, CDS and BOOKS.
(I gushed to the lady: It's a bit overwhelming...
And she smiled at me)
Ok, so i stuffed what i could into my haversack and carried the rest in hand.
When i got out, it was POURING Mammoths and Dinosaurs.
So there i was, all ALONE. With no gallant knight or a kind aunty to help.
No one to even point at and laugh at me.
Strapped to my back was a sack of books, and my hands were full with more.
I felt like a CAMEL!!!
A Bloomin' CAMEL!
I almost couldn't carry my stuff and hold my brolly all at once.
The next time i collect my stuff, i'm either going to be driving OR, i'll RENT a lorry and the lorry uncle.
WAlking to the bus stop was gruelling and sweat was streaming down my face. Am suprised nobody got hastily off to leave me the entire stretch of chair.
It didn't help that i slipped and almost fell!
HahahaHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But thank God that after my bus ride, that heavy downpour gave way! And i could do without the brolly.
After the whole episode,looking back in retrospect, i realize that though after complaining, a little challenge and difficulty makes life less dreary.
But in bigger and less trivial matters like the above, i think we should just cease complaining sometimes and simply soak in the challenge and enjoy it.
Such experiences makes things less timetable-like and easy flowing.
Serves to give us pampered beings a kick in the arses.
Got back and proceeded to do heavy duty wrapping of books.
You know how it is like during primary school days when momma sits down and starts to wrap all your books nicely before school begins.
Memories...
I remember once my mom found, i think, a sticker book inside my bag and was bloomin' angry with me.
Similarly, bringing toys to school was like a sin unless it was after the year end examination.
So, i laid out my stuff on the floor and realized that i'm going to have to read all this, and that my future so relies on the coming years.
Where i really have to DO EXTREMELY WELL in school and every grade i get must reflect on an Honours potential.
And i could feel fear beginning to rise in me.
But then.
I thought of God.
Suddenly, I felt and KNEW that i wasn't alone at all.
I have God with me and he's my helper in all that i do.
And i felt at peace.
Then, the whole pile of books didn't look so daunting anymore.
Because i know that I'm never going to be alone and God is my ally for ever and ever!
And those books were for only TWO modules. Ok, but i'll let it give and say that these 2 modules will be taking me through the whole year.
He'll be staying for a week.
Haven't seen him in yonks but he still looks the same as ever.
How the years have passed but age takes no toll on him. Except to cloud him with responsibilities. Maybe "cloud" is a word too negative.
To be clearer. He doesn't have problems, just that i view adult responsibilities as THE thing i'm most horrified about.
And they are approaching...
Have been planning a little for the future in terms of education and to which job it can lead me to.
I must say i'm happy with what i see.
But i do know that in the coming years, i have much to accomplish.
Firstly, i am planning for my Honours. Not every Tom, Dick and Harry is able to get a good Honours degree.
When i look inside myself, i realize that i do feel like any run-of-the-mill kind of achiever. Or rather, just an average kind of student with no special talent or brains.
If i were to say anything about talent, i'd say i'm a Jack of All Trades, Master of None.
Ever since i was a kid, i was about average at most things.
Could do some sports well enough, could make some music and did average [where, average=(good performance+bad performance)/2] academically in school.
None outshined the other.
Been entrusted with responsibilities as a leader in school as well.
Not quite sure if you'd call that a well rounder. A well rounder, to me, would be someone who EXCELS in whatever arena he or she gets involved in.
Not mediocal.
Like me.
Therefore looking at my future, i'm going to have to -work really, really HARD- to reach my goals.
That is like one of the most dumb/cliche things to say, yet it is the simple truth, that is to be applied in reaching goals.
Unless your goal...
Enough implied.
I have 3 things in mind for the future. To be a:
1. Police
2. Teacher
3. Psychologist
(not in exact order)
in my years to come.
May add or subtract along the way.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I went to SIM on wednesday to collect my study materials
Stepped into unfamiliar grounds.
Plonked with TWO FULL BAGS of VCDS, CDS and BOOKS.
(I gushed to the lady: It's a bit overwhelming...
And she smiled at me)
Ok, so i stuffed what i could into my haversack and carried the rest in hand.
When i got out, it was POURING Mammoths and Dinosaurs.
So there i was, all ALONE. With no gallant knight or a kind aunty to help.
No one to even point at and laugh at me.
Strapped to my back was a sack of books, and my hands were full with more.
I felt like a CAMEL!!!
A Bloomin' CAMEL!
I almost couldn't carry my stuff and hold my brolly all at once.
The next time i collect my stuff, i'm either going to be driving OR, i'll RENT a lorry and the lorry uncle.
WAlking to the bus stop was gruelling and sweat was streaming down my face. Am suprised nobody got hastily off to leave me the entire stretch of chair.
It didn't help that i slipped and almost fell!
HahahaHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But thank God that after my bus ride, that heavy downpour gave way! And i could do without the brolly.
After the whole episode,looking back in retrospect, i realize that though after complaining, a little challenge and difficulty makes life less dreary.
But in bigger and less trivial matters like the above, i think we should just cease complaining sometimes and simply soak in the challenge and enjoy it.
Such experiences makes things less timetable-like and easy flowing.
Serves to give us pampered beings a kick in the arses.
Got back and proceeded to do heavy duty wrapping of books.
You know how it is like during primary school days when momma sits down and starts to wrap all your books nicely before school begins.
Memories...
I remember once my mom found, i think, a sticker book inside my bag and was bloomin' angry with me.
Similarly, bringing toys to school was like a sin unless it was after the year end examination.
So, i laid out my stuff on the floor and realized that i'm going to have to read all this, and that my future so relies on the coming years.
Where i really have to DO EXTREMELY WELL in school and every grade i get must reflect on an Honours potential.
And i could feel fear beginning to rise in me.
But then.
I thought of God.
Suddenly, I felt and KNEW that i wasn't alone at all.
I have God with me and he's my helper in all that i do.
And i felt at peace.
Then, the whole pile of books didn't look so daunting anymore.
Because i know that I'm never going to be alone and God is my ally for ever and ever!
And those books were for only TWO modules. Ok, but i'll let it give and say that these 2 modules will be taking me through the whole year.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Innocent Cravings II
A brilliant work of art.
He is.
Crafted into a physical manifestion of perfection, grace and beauty.
Looking at it, I promise...
He looks like the personification of a REAL mystical creature from Middle Earth.
A visiting being from another world, moulded into a human unknowingly but still retains some of his unworldly aura.
Incomplete transformation perhaps.
Too much Lord of the Rings?
Maybe it gave me the idea from the start.
From there, it blossoms.
His birthday's this wednesday.
SO?!
I don't intend to airmail him chemical laden roses which will knock him out long enough for me to fly over and carry him off fireman style.
Or i can always go to a fan site, but i never believe in those things.
I refuse to scream along and type out carnal utterances.
It sucks to know that there are thousands of other girls longing to grab him too!
On the other hand, it feels nice to know that you are one of them who can't get much closer without insider help.
But of course, this's not as bad as having girls flirting with a supposed boyfriend.
He is but a distant figure.
Who lives in New York...
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Woody:
He's not straight? *O_O*
WeiZHEN:
SMALLVILLE???!?!?
Who did he act as? If you mean as Superman, It's not him...!
Yes, both actors have the same disarming eyes and angular faces but they're not the same nor related.
Legolas and Orlando Bloom... Gosh, they're the same yet i can't superimpose them.
As for Archery, i've always wanted to do it and Legolas had no part to play in influencing my decision.
Yes, Frodo he is and yes...He's young.
23 this year.
He is.
Crafted into a physical manifestion of perfection, grace and beauty.
Looking at it, I promise...
He looks like the personification of a REAL mystical creature from Middle Earth.
A visiting being from another world, moulded into a human unknowingly but still retains some of his unworldly aura.
Incomplete transformation perhaps.
Too much Lord of the Rings?
Maybe it gave me the idea from the start.
From there, it blossoms.
His birthday's this wednesday.
SO?!
I don't intend to airmail him chemical laden roses which will knock him out long enough for me to fly over and carry him off fireman style.
Or i can always go to a fan site, but i never believe in those things.
I refuse to scream along and type out carnal utterances.
It sucks to know that there are thousands of other girls longing to grab him too!
On the other hand, it feels nice to know that you are one of them who can't get much closer without insider help.
But of course, this's not as bad as having girls flirting with a supposed boyfriend.
He is but a distant figure.
Who lives in New York...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Woody:
He's not straight? *O_O*
WeiZHEN:
SMALLVILLE???!?!?
Who did he act as? If you mean as Superman, It's not him...!
Yes, both actors have the same disarming eyes and angular faces but they're not the same nor related.
Legolas and Orlando Bloom... Gosh, they're the same yet i can't superimpose them.
As for Archery, i've always wanted to do it and Legolas had no part to play in influencing my decision.
Yes, Frodo he is and yes...He's young.
23 this year.
Monday, January 26, 2004
Innocent Cravings
Comparing self to the large masses of "other" females, one and i say! I have differing tastes when it comes to males.
Eg. Lord of the Rings.
Others: "Orlando Bloom! Or Viggo! *i want to bear your children!*
Me: That's it. Elijah Wood rocks my world!
Others: Sean Connery!
Me: Tommy Lee Jones!
Others: Tom Cruise!
Me: Nicholas Cage!
Considering keeping a photo of Mr Wood to bring around with me wherever i go.
But then.
With Jo, there's always a "But then".
Chasing after dreams and fantasies about your favourite star is useless and will forever be so.
He or she lives miles and miles away and doesn't know you exist.
Liking Mr Wood isn't going to help me in anything except waste my emotional strength.
Fabricating the scene when suddenly one day, you find his email address and get into a relationship is utter nonsense.
It's so strange.
I really like Mr Wood.
There's something about him that's so alluring. Why?
He seems to radiate this vibe that says: I'll respect you. I'll treat you right. I go by the rules, and don't drink or do drugs. I'm straight, i'm down to Earth. I'm honest and really really nice. You'll see. I don't play around.
And all things nice.
*sigh*
He possesses this amazing face.
Lily fair, with angular and sharp cuts.
That pair of remarkably large, childlike, blue innocent peepers.
No doubt his mouth is kinda small and his jaw is so square that you could talk math equations with it, it only serves to further bless him with boyish looks.
Very Hobbitlike. I Like.
Actually, come to think of it. HE'S the one who looks very Elfish.
As in, the short kind of elf that Enid Blyton write about. Do i remember that correctly?
Because it is nothing but pure stupidity, wishful-wistful thinking and futility to chase after dreams of Mr Wood, i'm hoping i'll get over it asap.
I'm getting over Keanu!
I'll let all of it just be that. Innocent Cravings.
HEY HUIMIN!!!
Yo Woman! Haha, glad you hit the refresh button dudette. Well, you haven't been updating too haven't you? Hope u didn't get sabohed with all that make-up...
Oh man... I would've LOVED to be an Elf extra. Wahahaa.. And act or run alongside Mr Wood? (Or Orlando Bloom as the Elf for other people.) Absholutely Priceless.
I'm planning my next archery day with my JC mates. Woot!
Till Then.
*hops into bed*
Eg. Lord of the Rings.
Others: "Orlando Bloom! Or Viggo! *i want to bear your children!*
Me: That's it. Elijah Wood rocks my world!
Others: Sean Connery!
Me: Tommy Lee Jones!
Others: Tom Cruise!
Me: Nicholas Cage!
Considering keeping a photo of Mr Wood to bring around with me wherever i go.
But then.
With Jo, there's always a "But then".
Chasing after dreams and fantasies about your favourite star is useless and will forever be so.
He or she lives miles and miles away and doesn't know you exist.
Liking Mr Wood isn't going to help me in anything except waste my emotional strength.
Fabricating the scene when suddenly one day, you find his email address and get into a relationship is utter nonsense.
It's so strange.
I really like Mr Wood.
There's something about him that's so alluring. Why?
He seems to radiate this vibe that says: I'll respect you. I'll treat you right. I go by the rules, and don't drink or do drugs. I'm straight, i'm down to Earth. I'm honest and really really nice. You'll see. I don't play around.
And all things nice.
*sigh*
He possesses this amazing face.
Lily fair, with angular and sharp cuts.
That pair of remarkably large, childlike, blue innocent peepers.
No doubt his mouth is kinda small and his jaw is so square that you could talk math equations with it, it only serves to further bless him with boyish looks.
Very Hobbitlike. I Like.
Actually, come to think of it. HE'S the one who looks very Elfish.
As in, the short kind of elf that Enid Blyton write about. Do i remember that correctly?
Because it is nothing but pure stupidity, wishful-wistful thinking and futility to chase after dreams of Mr Wood, i'm hoping i'll get over it asap.
I'm getting over Keanu!
I'll let all of it just be that. Innocent Cravings.
HEY HUIMIN!!!
Yo Woman! Haha, glad you hit the refresh button dudette. Well, you haven't been updating too haven't you? Hope u didn't get sabohed with all that make-up...
Oh man... I would've LOVED to be an Elf extra. Wahahaa.. And act or run alongside Mr Wood? (Or Orlando Bloom as the Elf for other people.) Absholutely Priceless.
I'm planning my next archery day with my JC mates. Woot!
Till Then.
*hops into bed*
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
He must've been tapping in.
I didn't tell God i needed it though i was facing a dilemma (desktop or laptop). Apparently, he's been tuning in to the vibes i'm unconsciously sending.
I'm almost going to be provided with a half year old Compaq laptop!
I'm not quite surefooted when it comes to computers but i think this one comes from an accountacy firm (long story) so it must have some good stuff left in it. It's only half a year old so it should have a bit of the latest kinda specs.
Thank God!
Ah yes.
I've FINALLY gone and done my basic theory evaluation test and passed it. (was chanting a short prayer throughout the whole episode. Thank God.) So, that leaves my TP Basic Theory.
Although everyone says it's chicken poop, i'm quite liable to fail it because i can be careless. Plus, not allowed more than... 4 mistakes? Methinks.
I don't understand how i could leave this out.
Went to have an archery session last thursday with dad.
First, i must say that i said a prayer to God to ask him to help me make my dad's money worth the trip and asked that i won't be a real pathetic archer and just pai seh myself.
**You know, talking and asking God even about such small, silly sounding things in life can actually add up to be quite a big faith booster.
For one, it sure keeps the communication link between the both of us going and thus the faith and relationship.**
To put it simply.
I beat my dad twice, and drew even once, when we had a small challenge.
WOOT!
And i suprised myself with the shots i made that were quite a distance away!
Even the guy who owns the place said: GOOD SHOT!
So i'm wondering.
(But Thank GOD i did my dad's money some good after all.)
Am i actually good, OR
are all people generally actually not bad and have some natural instinct for it.
Because you see, that was my FIRST time in my life that i've ever touched a bow and arrow and shot good stuff on my first try ever.
Let me just say... I'm already dreaming BIG dreams.
Singapore... Watch out for Joline Lim.
*note to self: write about dreams
You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,
laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all
about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy
with your life of purity and play. Life's a
game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's
no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and
have been known to cause trouble, but it's all
in the name of fun and not meant to really harm
anyone. You like to play tricks on people who
aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which
is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you
prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you
can't be tamed. You're probably a restless
spirit who loves to travel, and quite a
dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your
art (of whatever media - from writing to
painting to drama) is like something from
another world - ethereal and often very
fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social
butterfly or a loner with their head in the
clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly
refuse to accept responsibility or to give in
to the wishes of others - unless you feel like
it. You have a strong passion for music and
can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up
someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.
You are adventurous and love to take risks, and
feel a deep connection with the weather,
plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to
thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to
autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban
backyards. Magic through and through, you are
far more powerful than you seem, and are
capable of being extremely passionate. Though
you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and self-
absorbed, one thing is certain - life with you
will never be boring!
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla
Oh, i agree with this one.
I love Archery.
It was SUCH a coincidence that on the sunday of the same week i went, the newspaper published an article on it.
I'm going to take it as a hint to my big break!
hahhahahaa...
Till Then.
*sniffs the glorious aroma of mom's roasted meat fresh from the oven*
I'm almost going to be provided with a half year old Compaq laptop!
I'm not quite surefooted when it comes to computers but i think this one comes from an accountacy firm (long story) so it must have some good stuff left in it. It's only half a year old so it should have a bit of the latest kinda specs.
Thank God!
Ah yes.
I've FINALLY gone and done my basic theory evaluation test and passed it. (was chanting a short prayer throughout the whole episode. Thank God.) So, that leaves my TP Basic Theory.
Although everyone says it's chicken poop, i'm quite liable to fail it because i can be careless. Plus, not allowed more than... 4 mistakes? Methinks.
I don't understand how i could leave this out.
Went to have an archery session last thursday with dad.
First, i must say that i said a prayer to God to ask him to help me make my dad's money worth the trip and asked that i won't be a real pathetic archer and just pai seh myself.
**You know, talking and asking God even about such small, silly sounding things in life can actually add up to be quite a big faith booster.
For one, it sure keeps the communication link between the both of us going and thus the faith and relationship.**
To put it simply.
I beat my dad twice, and drew even once, when we had a small challenge.
WOOT!
And i suprised myself with the shots i made that were quite a distance away!
Even the guy who owns the place said: GOOD SHOT!
So i'm wondering.
(But Thank GOD i did my dad's money some good after all.)
Am i actually good, OR
are all people generally actually not bad and have some natural instinct for it.
Because you see, that was my FIRST time in my life that i've ever touched a bow and arrow and shot good stuff on my first try ever.
Let me just say... I'm already dreaming BIG dreams.
Singapore... Watch out for Joline Lim.
*note to self: write about dreams
You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,
laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all
about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy
with your life of purity and play. Life's a
game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's
no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and
have been known to cause trouble, but it's all
in the name of fun and not meant to really harm
anyone. You like to play tricks on people who
aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which
is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you
prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you
can't be tamed. You're probably a restless
spirit who loves to travel, and quite a
dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your
art (of whatever media - from writing to
painting to drama) is like something from
another world - ethereal and often very
fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social
butterfly or a loner with their head in the
clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly
refuse to accept responsibility or to give in
to the wishes of others - unless you feel like
it. You have a strong passion for music and
can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up
someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.
You are adventurous and love to take risks, and
feel a deep connection with the weather,
plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to
thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to
autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban
backyards. Magic through and through, you are
far more powerful than you seem, and are
capable of being extremely passionate. Though
you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and self-
absorbed, one thing is certain - life with you
will never be boring!
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla
Oh, i agree with this one.
I love Archery.
It was SUCH a coincidence that on the sunday of the same week i went, the newspaper published an article on it.
I'm going to take it as a hint to my big break!
hahhahahaa...
Till Then.
*sniffs the glorious aroma of mom's roasted meat fresh from the oven*
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Slump
Been in the kitchen making cookies with momma and aunty gina since i got up this morning.
It ain't no joke.
My mom, more than twice my age has incredible energy.
It puts me to shame.
She makes great pineapple tarts. The pastry is crumbly and has a tinge of the taste of milk. It is simply divine, as it melts in your mouth once you pop one in.
If there was a way technology could allow us to put our hands through the screen to reach in and grab something, i'd gladly stick up a link to a photo of her tarts.
Lately, have been having issues with paternal.
Uhm, it's late. Gotta go lest me headache makes a comeback i hardly desire.
It ain't no joke.
My mom, more than twice my age has incredible energy.
It puts me to shame.
She makes great pineapple tarts. The pastry is crumbly and has a tinge of the taste of milk. It is simply divine, as it melts in your mouth once you pop one in.
If there was a way technology could allow us to put our hands through the screen to reach in and grab something, i'd gladly stick up a link to a photo of her tarts.
Lately, have been having issues with paternal.
Uhm, it's late. Gotta go lest me headache makes a comeback i hardly desire.
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Long Story about God and Mee Soto, and God.
Digestive tract has gone gabonkers recently which disallowed me to eat some certain yummies.
Esp. Mee Soto from Serangoon Gardens Food Centre.
There's this stall located there that sells my family's FAVOURITE mee soto.
To us, it's absolutely UNbeatable. Packs a huge punch when you put them chilli.
A little goes a long way, now don't you forget that.
The stall was originally located at Teman Serasi but well, relocation came because... well. You don't SEE Teman Serasi anymore now, do you?
Our saturday ritual was to head on down to our "drug stall" for our weekly dose. But crummafud... It was CLOSED!
Now, i tell you, i was horrified.
REALLY, horrified.
*And the world stood still. The air around every living and non-living fibre quivered as Joline shrieked her way to one of her periodical bursts of insanity*
*withdrawal symptoms follows*
And so, and so. We just settled for the other stall's Mee Soto.
Now the odd thing was that this stall's mee soto tasted curiously similar to our drug! But it was way milder. Putting it bluntly, there was no spice, no kick, no heat, no sweat. But, the taste we liked was still there!
My dad and i aren't exactly suppose to eat our spicy drug because we are both unwell with sicknesses that should, by right bar us from spicy food.
The interesting thing was, after we had finished all our food, our favourite stall's uncle came to open his shop!
*ARGHHH!!!*
Ok, so Joline couldn't take it and went to candidly ask the uncle why he opened late and if it was going to be a weekly thing from then on.
ANd he replied: No, only today i open late.
You know, it was as if God was telling us (my dad and i):
"Yo guys. *shakes head* You know you're sick and you're still going against your bodies' cry. I'd love to give you your weekly drug but I KNOW THAT IF I DID, YOU'D PAY DEARLY. So i decided to give you... well... something like it but without the spicy kick. They taste similar, trust me."
Kinda odd.
How the stall uncle just told me, "no, only today"
As if, something just happened nicely to cause his delay.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Ho Alwyn!
congratulations on your admission! Woot! Fantabulous news i say.
Only the Hittite Civilization? Hm... thought there was another one because my pastor did mention some...
Sigh, ok. I suppose i was just too chicken to even smile at Aunty Ros. There was once i almost left her a note concerning school but backed off in the end.
In the evening, my dad and i was to go to church. The problem was, i was afraid that through service, i'd feel sick and would have to visit the little room multiple times.
Earlier in the day, i DID have to visit the little room every like, 45 minutes.
So that kinda worried me.
But this song just came into my head about how we will worship God with "all our mind, soul and strength".
So, made up mind to go for service.
Prayed a little prayer to God to keep body in check throughout the 2 hour service.
Lo and behold.
Was fine throughout with no hint of discomfort!
Plus, was fine for MORE than 2 hours.
Thank God!
Praise Him even in the little things...
AMEN!
Till Then.
*zonks off*
Esp. Mee Soto from Serangoon Gardens Food Centre.
There's this stall located there that sells my family's FAVOURITE mee soto.
To us, it's absolutely UNbeatable. Packs a huge punch when you put them chilli.
A little goes a long way, now don't you forget that.
The stall was originally located at Teman Serasi but well, relocation came because... well. You don't SEE Teman Serasi anymore now, do you?
Our saturday ritual was to head on down to our "drug stall" for our weekly dose. But crummafud... It was CLOSED!
Now, i tell you, i was horrified.
REALLY, horrified.
*And the world stood still. The air around every living and non-living fibre quivered as Joline shrieked her way to one of her periodical bursts of insanity*
*withdrawal symptoms follows*
And so, and so. We just settled for the other stall's Mee Soto.
Now the odd thing was that this stall's mee soto tasted curiously similar to our drug! But it was way milder. Putting it bluntly, there was no spice, no kick, no heat, no sweat. But, the taste we liked was still there!
My dad and i aren't exactly suppose to eat our spicy drug because we are both unwell with sicknesses that should, by right bar us from spicy food.
The interesting thing was, after we had finished all our food, our favourite stall's uncle came to open his shop!
*ARGHHH!!!*
Ok, so Joline couldn't take it and went to candidly ask the uncle why he opened late and if it was going to be a weekly thing from then on.
ANd he replied: No, only today i open late.
You know, it was as if God was telling us (my dad and i):
"Yo guys. *shakes head* You know you're sick and you're still going against your bodies' cry. I'd love to give you your weekly drug but I KNOW THAT IF I DID, YOU'D PAY DEARLY. So i decided to give you... well... something like it but without the spicy kick. They taste similar, trust me."
Kinda odd.
How the stall uncle just told me, "no, only today"
As if, something just happened nicely to cause his delay.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Ho Alwyn!
congratulations on your admission! Woot! Fantabulous news i say.
Only the Hittite Civilization? Hm... thought there was another one because my pastor did mention some...
Sigh, ok. I suppose i was just too chicken to even smile at Aunty Ros. There was once i almost left her a note concerning school but backed off in the end.
In the evening, my dad and i was to go to church. The problem was, i was afraid that through service, i'd feel sick and would have to visit the little room multiple times.
Earlier in the day, i DID have to visit the little room every like, 45 minutes.
So that kinda worried me.
But this song just came into my head about how we will worship God with "all our mind, soul and strength".
So, made up mind to go for service.
Prayed a little prayer to God to keep body in check throughout the 2 hour service.
Lo and behold.
Was fine throughout with no hint of discomfort!
Plus, was fine for MORE than 2 hours.
Thank God!
Praise Him even in the little things...
AMEN!
Till Then.
*zonks off*
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Something.
Ok, even i agree i get a little annoyed when i spot the same words on my blog when i log on online.
It's getting stale as i've missed a whole week and a bit, of blogging.
I attribute the no-blog thing to me being occupied with something throughout the week, PLUS my PC in my room has finally kaputed for all eternity.
As my dad puts it,"You can now officially play the 'Last Post' for your computer..."
I know this comes really really late and is not needed, but, blah blee blah...
HAPPEE NOO YA to all you wonderful peeps. I Love You.
*swigs a bottle of root beer, holds it aloft and smiles insanely as i look around*
I love Tay Yek Keak's newspaper articles. He sounds very a matter-of-fact as he puts down his cynical thoughts dryly, poking at issues both serious and not so serious.
I can easily picture him talking to me in a deadpan tone but i'd be laughing away non-stop.
In fact, i am attracted to people who can crack me up into hysteria even when they say something in a manner which hardly suggests that they're jesting.
The content may either be serious or funny.
Whichever way, when executed correctly, these people totally rockkkk...
Which's why i always say.
Sometimes it's not what is said, but rather HOW it is said, that makes something really laughable.
This's why some people just don't clique with me as they don't understand or may i say, don't "appreciate" other ways of seeing humour in other forms other than the spoken words.
So, i suppose they simply write me off as a loony, worthy to be dragged off screaming by the white coats to the loony bin.
Perhaps i have not earned the right to be in their sanctified presence.
Phish.
I've seen it in their eyes...
I wanted to write so much but as i sit here, i can't remember much.
On Macdonalds's paper thingy on the tray, (not exact words):
" There're 60 hrs from friday to monday morning. And i'm enjoying every hour. I'm lovin' it."
"I love going for a dip in the pool with my best friend on a hot day. I'm lovin' it."
"I have sand between my toes and the wind in my hair. I'm lovin' it"
And as i squeeze out my chilli sauce onto the paper, i realize,
"I'm squeezing chilli sauce all over yo faces...(i.o.w, stupid adverts) I'm lovin' it."
Oh look. Time for bed.
Good night ya'll.
I can't wait for Fun-o-rama.
Till then.
*staggers off with root beer*
It's getting stale as i've missed a whole week and a bit, of blogging.
I attribute the no-blog thing to me being occupied with something throughout the week, PLUS my PC in my room has finally kaputed for all eternity.
As my dad puts it,"You can now officially play the 'Last Post' for your computer..."
I know this comes really really late and is not needed, but, blah blee blah...
HAPPEE NOO YA to all you wonderful peeps. I Love You.
*swigs a bottle of root beer, holds it aloft and smiles insanely as i look around*
I love Tay Yek Keak's newspaper articles. He sounds very a matter-of-fact as he puts down his cynical thoughts dryly, poking at issues both serious and not so serious.
I can easily picture him talking to me in a deadpan tone but i'd be laughing away non-stop.
In fact, i am attracted to people who can crack me up into hysteria even when they say something in a manner which hardly suggests that they're jesting.
The content may either be serious or funny.
Whichever way, when executed correctly, these people totally rockkkk...
Which's why i always say.
Sometimes it's not what is said, but rather HOW it is said, that makes something really laughable.
This's why some people just don't clique with me as they don't understand or may i say, don't "appreciate" other ways of seeing humour in other forms other than the spoken words.
So, i suppose they simply write me off as a loony, worthy to be dragged off screaming by the white coats to the loony bin.
Perhaps i have not earned the right to be in their sanctified presence.
Phish.
I've seen it in their eyes...
I wanted to write so much but as i sit here, i can't remember much.
On Macdonalds's paper thingy on the tray, (not exact words):
" There're 60 hrs from friday to monday morning. And i'm enjoying every hour. I'm lovin' it."
"I love going for a dip in the pool with my best friend on a hot day. I'm lovin' it."
"I have sand between my toes and the wind in my hair. I'm lovin' it"
And as i squeeze out my chilli sauce onto the paper, i realize,
"I'm squeezing chilli sauce all over yo faces...(i.o.w, stupid adverts) I'm lovin' it."
Oh look. Time for bed.
Good night ya'll.
I can't wait for Fun-o-rama.
Till then.
*staggers off with root beer*
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