When things take a turn, you're sometimes left standing in the middle of the junction without a clue which way to go. You stare into the emptiness, thinking, contemplating.
When things take a turn, you sometimes gain knowledge that you don't want. Yet you realise how ignorant you would be if you didn't get it. It's necessary. Absolutely.
When things take a turn, regret comes after. You go back to thinking (pointless thinking is worse than not thinking at all) and you regret, and you cry.
When things take this turn you wish never happened, you sit down at this empty crossroad and cry and cry. Until you get enlightened.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
I'll just sit here and watch the dancing Cactoids then
I needed to get this off my chest for a bit, so where else better than here?
You people are so inhuman when it comes to FF XII! I really don't know how you guys and do so much in like, a week? I'm really interested to sit in for a session or two... just to see how you all just cover everything so fast. o-O
I'm usually slow when it comes to things like that, but at this rate, I think I'll only finish it next year! End of next year, that is. Not much time after school starts, after all. *is sad*
Must work harder!
You people are so inhuman when it comes to FF XII! I really don't know how you guys and do so much in like, a week? I'm really interested to sit in for a session or two... just to see how you all just cover everything so fast. o-O
I'm usually slow when it comes to things like that, but at this rate, I think I'll only finish it next year! End of next year, that is. Not much time after school starts, after all. *is sad*
Must work harder!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Not Your Everyday Day
It’s not every day that you wake up 30 minutes before noon and jump out of bed because of a phone call. You know that it’s from a parent – yours – who’s going to be extremely irritated to find out that you’ve just got out of bed. Everyone else has been up hours ago, and you’re still sleeping like a log. A lazy log. You know that’s exactly what they’re thinking. There goes your reputation. Not that you had any to begin with.
It’s not every day that you remember to catch a television programme. You either oversleep or forget about it entirely. Well, it seems that you must be lucky today, for you’ve remembered about it just 20 minutes before it begins.
It’s not every day that you fall out with your parents and aren’t really on speaking terms anymore. (Just for today, that is. You can never harbour hatred or irritation for long.) You turn off the television and move your things into your room – your hideout. You close the door. There is little need to actually lock it because hardly anyone enters even when it is wide open, much less when it is closed. You brood for a while and do you own things.
It’s not every day that you decide to haul your lazy ass into gear and spend two hours cleaning up your room. Your parents have never wasted an opportunity to remind you how lazy you are; it’s like a mantra now. But today you decide to change for a bit and give your room a once-over. It’s now a hundred and fifty percent neater and cleaner than before, you conclude. Content, you settle back and let the rags dry.
It’s not every day that you’re told to cook your own meals. Your cooking experience is close to being non-existent, yet that doesn’t mean you don’t know how. You’ve just never tried. When yet more irritation overcomes you, you retreat back to your hideout. Safe. For now.
While sitting at your desk, you suddenly hear a sound from right behind you. It’s loud, when compared to the near silence of the house.
A sound of something hitting the floor. Crisp. Like paper.
Curiosity piqued, you turn around (on your swivel chair).
You pick up the object and place it on your desk right beside you. And you continue writing.
It’s not every day that you find a fallen leaf in your room. You’re on the 11th storey; there’re certainly no trees residing outside your window. Also, there’s no gale. Just a slight breeze. This abandoned leaf drifting upwards, past so many stories all the way up here, and by some chance landing in your room, right behind you… this isn’t your everyday thing.
After giving it some more thought, you add:
It’s not every day that you find so many un-everyday things to write about. But you know, somewhere in your heart, that every day can become an un-everyday day.
You just have to look.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
The trigger is different this time. Pull it?
There are these times when I'll suddenly be in the mood to talk.
Well, I'm usually not that averse to talking, and can be easily persuaded to rant for hours at end. It's just that these ... "talking moods" (if you can call them that) are different from the usual "rant moods".
Usually there'll be a "trigger". There are so many types, so many examples; I'm still in the midst of finding them. Searching, searching, searching... without even knowing what I'm looking for.
A couple of realisations ruined my originally good mood today, and I suppose that's why I'm talking again. This time.
Barely two hours after waking up, I find myself on a long train ride. Long, by local standards, because it means taking the train from one end of the island to the other. (It's interesting to remind yourself that you're living on an island. It's such an easy thing to forget.)
Hey but this is a highly-anticipated train ride. So I'm not complaining. I didn't. Not yet, anyway.
I mean, when that annual event finally arrives, I'm always too excited to be complaining about anything. You know, when the Day that you've been preparing for (however physically, mentally or perhaps even metaphorically) finally arrives? That's quite the notion.
But it arrives anyway. So let's go on with it.
And so Anime @ Expo day came and went. Named Resolutions this year, I can only wonder why I leave feeling dissatisfied. I wonder about these "resolutions". It's something to do with the crowd. Something's wrong with the crowd. But like always, I can't exactly pinpoint what.
For all I know, it might be something to do with me. I'm part of the crowd, no?
Pretty interesting.
But I was in a relatively good mood all the same. Regardless what in the entire December 16th had disappointed me. Something to do with this [preconceived] notion at the back of my mind. It could be related to that one mentioned not long ago.
I was in a good mood, but still too lazy to "talk". I wouldn't have posted anything.
That mood took quite the drastic turn when I realised some things. It's not like I'm going to say what, so don't expect it.
But the crux lies here. A so-called "turn of events", change of mood, and then I'm ready to "talk"? Why?
I need to figure out how I work. Because I quite like these talking moods. I wouldn't mind if I had them more often. But thing is, I don't wish to need a turn of events every time for this to occur. In that case, the deal's off.
I need a better one.
Well, I'm usually not that averse to talking, and can be easily persuaded to rant for hours at end. It's just that these ... "talking moods" (if you can call them that) are different from the usual "rant moods".
Usually there'll be a "trigger". There are so many types, so many examples; I'm still in the midst of finding them. Searching, searching, searching... without even knowing what I'm looking for.
A couple of realisations ruined my originally good mood today, and I suppose that's why I'm talking again. This time.
Barely two hours after waking up, I find myself on a long train ride. Long, by local standards, because it means taking the train from one end of the island to the other. (It's interesting to remind yourself that you're living on an island. It's such an easy thing to forget.)
Hey but this is a highly-anticipated train ride. So I'm not complaining. I didn't. Not yet, anyway.
I mean, when that annual event finally arrives, I'm always too excited to be complaining about anything. You know, when the Day that you've been preparing for (however physically, mentally or perhaps even metaphorically) finally arrives? That's quite the notion.
But it arrives anyway. So let's go on with it.
And so Anime @ Expo day came and went. Named Resolutions this year, I can only wonder why I leave feeling dissatisfied. I wonder about these "resolutions". It's something to do with the crowd. Something's wrong with the crowd. But like always, I can't exactly pinpoint what.
For all I know, it might be something to do with me. I'm part of the crowd, no?
Pretty interesting.
But I was in a relatively good mood all the same. Regardless what in the entire December 16th had disappointed me. Something to do with this [preconceived] notion at the back of my mind. It could be related to that one mentioned not long ago.
I was in a good mood, but still too lazy to "talk". I wouldn't have posted anything.
That mood took quite the drastic turn when I realised some things. It's not like I'm going to say what, so don't expect it.
But the crux lies here. A so-called "turn of events", change of mood, and then I'm ready to "talk"? Why?
I need to figure out how I work. Because I quite like these talking moods. I wouldn't mind if I had them more often. But thing is, I don't wish to need a turn of events every time for this to occur. In that case, the deal's off.
I need a better one.
Monday, November 27, 2006
An adventure... except... not.
An update because I must remember to share my love with this place as well.
Setting: One of those typical November days where it's so scorching hot in the morning and co freaking rainy in the afternoon. The thunderstorms are lasting longer and longer with each day (as it inches closer to December), but it is still November-length. Yes, November-length rain. On an average November day.
Event Summary: Going out with Mum to watch a movie.
Detailed version:
We went Vivo today with plans to watch Happy Feet at 1250, or at 1400, in case the tickets have been sold out.
Well, it turns out that so many people went to buy/book tickets that in the end we watched the 1550 screening. Three hours later than originally planned. Ehh.
Of course, one would be somewhat mentally prepared after seeing the long long queue at GV. Lots of people were disappointed though, especially the little kids.
Speaking of kids, there were so many of them at Vivo that I was a bit disturbed. So this is what it's like to be at the newest shopping attraction during the school holidays. And it's not even on a weekend. The parents are using up their leave, I see.
But I'm just really scared of all those screaming kids. In general.
Well not all of those kids were screaming (there were also obedient ones) but I generalise. I tend to do so when speaking about children.
So the two of us made our way through the mob (despite the large areas of supposedly free space) and window-shopped for three hours. We also braved the noisy food courts and ate at three different outlets. It was technically only about 1.5 meals, but hey, three different places to eat three different things, try that next time, won't you?
I originally wanted to visit the pet shop, but it rained heavily in the afternoon. Regardless, we still tried to tour the third level in the heavy rain (but under the somewhat inadequate) shelters. Until the lightning discouraged us.
Something interesting happened. But I need to backtrack a little. Barely five minutes after arriving at Vivo, an alarm sounded. I still have no idea what alarm it was because I couldn't hear a thing announced over the loud, constant blaring of the alarm. It's also pretty freaky to see the metal shutters at the entrances/exits close automatically in response to the alarm. You just wonder whether you should escape while you still have the chance, or risk getting locked in. But as I found out later, the "metal shutter response" only occurred in the basement.
You also wonder "who did what again?".
Or maybe you won't.
But I digress. The movie turned out to be pretty good (which explains the publicity) and I am just so amazed at the whole animation job. That's a lot of black-and-white-and-sometimes-with-other-colours flightless birds to animate. Even with er... cloning technologies. Just whoa. And the water looks so nice... how did they do it? I know the hoppity hopping and all that was done with motion capturing. I think. Still ... *is impressed*
Oh and the entire front part felt like the animated and summarised version of March of the Penguins. Yup. It helps to watch that first. As well as a whole lot of other documentaries regarding fishing around the poles. Or anywhere else, really.
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Uh ok. Footnote. I just wanted to say that if you want to watch a popular movie or anything that will probably draw a large crowd, try not to go to Vivo. Why? Because I realised that the theatres are all rather small. Therefore, tickets get sold out really quickly. Unless you're rich enough and can afford the $25 per ticket rate for the Gold Class (which is really, really posh).
Setting: One of those typical November days where it's so scorching hot in the morning and co freaking rainy in the afternoon. The thunderstorms are lasting longer and longer with each day (as it inches closer to December), but it is still November-length. Yes, November-length rain. On an average November day.
Event Summary: Going out with Mum to watch a movie.
Detailed version:
We went Vivo today with plans to watch Happy Feet at 1250, or at 1400, in case the tickets have been sold out.
Well, it turns out that so many people went to buy/book tickets that in the end we watched the 1550 screening. Three hours later than originally planned. Ehh.
Of course, one would be somewhat mentally prepared after seeing the long long queue at GV. Lots of people were disappointed though, especially the little kids.
Speaking of kids, there were so many of them at Vivo that I was a bit disturbed. So this is what it's like to be at the newest shopping attraction during the school holidays. And it's not even on a weekend. The parents are using up their leave, I see.
But I'm just really scared of all those screaming kids. In general.
Well not all of those kids were screaming (there were also obedient ones) but I generalise. I tend to do so when speaking about children.
So the two of us made our way through the mob (despite the large areas of supposedly free space) and window-shopped for three hours. We also braved the noisy food courts and ate at three different outlets. It was technically only about 1.5 meals, but hey, three different places to eat three different things, try that next time, won't you?
I originally wanted to visit the pet shop, but it rained heavily in the afternoon. Regardless, we still tried to tour the third level in the heavy rain (but under the somewhat inadequate) shelters. Until the lightning discouraged us.
Something interesting happened. But I need to backtrack a little. Barely five minutes after arriving at Vivo, an alarm sounded. I still have no idea what alarm it was because I couldn't hear a thing announced over the loud, constant blaring of the alarm. It's also pretty freaky to see the metal shutters at the entrances/exits close automatically in response to the alarm. You just wonder whether you should escape while you still have the chance, or risk getting locked in. But as I found out later, the "metal shutter response" only occurred in the basement.
You also wonder "who did what again?".
Or maybe you won't.
But I digress. The movie turned out to be pretty good (which explains the publicity) and I am just so amazed at the whole animation job. That's a lot of black-and-white-and-sometimes-with-other-colours flightless birds to animate. Even with er... cloning technologies. Just whoa. And the water looks so nice... how did they do it? I know the hoppity hopping and all that was done with motion capturing. I think. Still ... *is impressed*
Oh and the entire front part felt like the animated and summarised version of March of the Penguins. Yup. It helps to watch that first. As well as a whole lot of other documentaries regarding fishing around the poles. Or anywhere else, really.
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Uh ok. Footnote. I just wanted to say that if you want to watch a popular movie or anything that will probably draw a large crowd, try not to go to Vivo. Why? Because I realised that the theatres are all rather small. Therefore, tickets get sold out really quickly. Unless you're rich enough and can afford the $25 per ticket rate for the Gold Class (which is really, really posh).
Sunday, November 12, 2006
And the good times arrive
I didn't post anything for the entire month of October here. One would have thought that my examinations had lasted throughout the whole month, when in actual fact it was only one week long. I can only blame my laziness for this.
Yet, that one week did feel like a very long time.
Not to mention a very long time ago.
So exams were taken, movies were watched, shopping was done, results received, thanks and goodbyes were said, albeit quite calmly, and then we graduated. All in the month of October.
November brings more exciting things. One can choose to utilise the holidays in numerous ways. And then there are also sabbaticals. Most people are already done with theirs, while mine only begins tomorrow. Amidst shopping sprees and slacker days, there might be a few days of school-related activities.
I like holidays of creativity and freedom. Though I must also admit that I often misuse such good time. It's undeniably me, after all.
And I think - a small realisation that hits me - that holidays are good times for reminiscence too.
Just this afternoon I was sifting through the older posts I've made the past year over at LJ, only to realise that I've clean forgotten about some events, some emotions, and some words I myself had penned. Many posts are foreign to me, as though I'm reading what someone else has written. Yet amongst these I find some familiar, and others that I remember as though I had just written them yesterday.
It's so conflicting.
It's me and it's not me... at the same time.
And it's really funny how some of these entries can make me laugh still. I had written them myself! It's amazing really, to find your own old jokes still funny. Still fresh. Still new.
I think I might sit down on another afternoon to read the older entries here. I might gain yet another perspective of myself. It's like another adventure of discovery, except that you're exploring pretty much the same landscape each time.
A passage of time. A passage of growth.
I've always said that I like my entries here better. Perhaps, to a certain extent, they are of a better quality. Some of the first few entries had been really truthful, after all. The LJ has a lot more pointless entries, while those filled with truth are protected. But on the overall, the LJ represents, more accurately, a greater part of my life than here. But I like both sense and enigma, logic and riddles, so I might just prefer it here rather than the down-to-earth pointlessness.
Chasing the end, which is always in sight, but without knowing that the running track is a circle.
It happens all the time, doesn't it?
I just like to hide that fact. Bury it deep.
See? I like my entries here a lot. Happy holidays.
Yet, that one week did feel like a very long time.
Not to mention a very long time ago.
So exams were taken, movies were watched, shopping was done, results received, thanks and goodbyes were said, albeit quite calmly, and then we graduated. All in the month of October.
November brings more exciting things. One can choose to utilise the holidays in numerous ways. And then there are also sabbaticals. Most people are already done with theirs, while mine only begins tomorrow. Amidst shopping sprees and slacker days, there might be a few days of school-related activities.
I like holidays of creativity and freedom. Though I must also admit that I often misuse such good time. It's undeniably me, after all.
And I think - a small realisation that hits me - that holidays are good times for reminiscence too.
Just this afternoon I was sifting through the older posts I've made the past year over at LJ, only to realise that I've clean forgotten about some events, some emotions, and some words I myself had penned. Many posts are foreign to me, as though I'm reading what someone else has written. Yet amongst these I find some familiar, and others that I remember as though I had just written them yesterday.
It's so conflicting.
It's me and it's not me... at the same time.
And it's really funny how some of these entries can make me laugh still. I had written them myself! It's amazing really, to find your own old jokes still funny. Still fresh. Still new.
I think I might sit down on another afternoon to read the older entries here. I might gain yet another perspective of myself. It's like another adventure of discovery, except that you're exploring pretty much the same landscape each time.
A passage of time. A passage of growth.
I've always said that I like my entries here better. Perhaps, to a certain extent, they are of a better quality. Some of the first few entries had been really truthful, after all. The LJ has a lot more pointless entries, while those filled with truth are protected. But on the overall, the LJ represents, more accurately, a greater part of my life than here. But I like both sense and enigma, logic and riddles, so I might just prefer it here rather than the down-to-earth pointlessness.
Chasing the end, which is always in sight, but without knowing that the running track is a circle.
It happens all the time, doesn't it?
I just like to hide that fact. Bury it deep.
See? I like my entries here a lot. Happy holidays.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Those once-a-year Hiatus notices
I know I deserve to be smacked upside the head for neglecting this place for such a long time. But. Just but. Exams are coming, and even though I don't feel very much like mugging, it seems inavoidable that I have to study. The LJ's been pretty inactive as well. *insert sigh here*
I do have every intention to increase posting activity after exams though. (Which reminds me that I have to write out a whole list of "after examinations activities and goals". Hm. I should.
Till the good times come!
I do have every intention to increase posting activity after exams though. (Which reminds me that I have to write out a whole list of "after examinations activities and goals". Hm. I should.
Till the good times come!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
nothing tying me down
They were talking about Graduation Night today. I haven't been planning to go, but the photos of Graduation Night 2005 looked kind of fun and it tempts me. Not to mention that everyone looked pretty in their outfits.
But then again, I have little reason to go.
Someone was trying to persuade me to attend it, but when I questioned why, she said (in reference to all the nice food we will get to eat), "So that we can feed each other."
And I said, "That's the problem. Who is 'each other'?"
But then again, I have little reason to go.
Someone was trying to persuade me to attend it, but when I questioned why, she said (in reference to all the nice food we will get to eat), "So that we can feed each other."
And I said, "That's the problem. Who is 'each other'?"
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
trying is worth the effort, isn't it?
The cogwheels of my mind aren't turning.
No, they aren't turning at all.
They haven't been turning for a while, now.
Someone needs to wake it up. Wake them up. Do something.
I know I've probably said it a hundred times already, but does it matter if I say it a hundred and one times?
I'll convince myself that it's not my fault that they're not working. I'll convince myself, tomorrow.
Someone needs to wake it up. Wake them up. Do something.
And that person is me.
No, they aren't turning at all.
They haven't been turning for a while, now.
Someone needs to wake it up. Wake them up. Do something.
I know I've probably said it a hundred times already, but does it matter if I say it a hundred and one times?
I'll convince myself that it's not my fault that they're not working. I'll convince myself, tomorrow.
Someone needs to wake it up. Wake them up. Do something.
And that person is me.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
Running on 5 hours of sleep
Weird thing to be posting in the morning on the first day of school.
Well, I've only got one thing to say: repainted walls and new teacher's computer(which I am abusing now)!
Well, I've only got one thing to say: repainted walls and new teacher's computer(which I am abusing now)!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
counting down till the SIA apocalypse
So we finally had a meeting. On the third last day of holidays, too.
It's not that we managed to do much. Most of the time it's just digressing, arguing, procrastinating or staring off into space/deep in thought. There's going to be tough(er) times ahead, I predict. With the ease of one who has been through this at least once before.
I'm lacking the average level of coherency right now. Must go sleep. Even after all the horror fics I've read. (They just weren't that scary?) Planning for survival will come in due time. Go me.
It's not that we managed to do much. Most of the time it's just digressing, arguing, procrastinating or staring off into space/deep in thought. There's going to be tough(er) times ahead, I predict. With the ease of one who has been through this at least once before.
I'm lacking the average level of coherency right now. Must go sleep. Even after all the horror fics I've read. (They just weren't that scary?) Planning for survival will come in due time. Go me.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
with quiet mouse in hand, I attempt to step away from doom
I hate to sound completely random (once again- I can't seem to shake this habit off)but I love my new mouse. It's considerably quieter and smaller than the old one. And it doesn't squeak when I move it around, mainly because it's optical. If it did squeak, I'd be alarmed.
So basically, I can scroll down windows in peace now! Not with all the jerky random up-down movements when I clearly am scrolling down only. That's one problem solved.
The next problem(s) would be those involving SIAs.
So please excuse me while I try to getting a running start on them - running away from them, I mean.
So basically, I can scroll down windows in peace now! Not with all the jerky random up-down movements when I clearly am scrolling down only. That's one problem solved.
The next problem(s) would be those involving SIAs.
So please excuse me while I try to getting a running start on them - running away from them, I mean.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
on the shopping list...?
I finally saw the FFVII OST for sale. After more than one year of looking. I'm not planning on buying it or anything, but at least now I know that it's not totally impossible to see it for sale. I thought it'd already become extinct. The one I am really desperate for is the Chrono Cross OST (also deemed extinct).
The Maaya Sakamoto CDs: quite interestingly, I didn't recognise both albums I found. Looks like I need to do more research.
AC is no longer the chart-topper, but it's still hanging on somewhere high on the charts. I am so amused.
HMV mostly overprices the soundtracks. I am disturbed ever since I saw the FFX-2 OST going for more than $50. I've seen it previously elsewhere, costing less than $20. o-O
- A disjointed post for the disjointed mind
The Maaya Sakamoto CDs: quite interestingly, I didn't recognise both albums I found. Looks like I need to do more research.
AC is no longer the chart-topper, but it's still hanging on somewhere high on the charts. I am so amused.
HMV mostly overprices the soundtracks. I am disturbed ever since I saw the FFX-2 OST going for more than $50. I've seen it previously elsewhere, costing less than $20. o-O
- A disjointed post for the disjointed mind
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
system online
Yay. I'm back online again. System online, up and running.
And after so many delays (of many months), I'm finally done with CoM. In fact, I forgot all about it until yesterday, when I sat down and decided to continue it because the dear Comp wasn't very cooperative. And then I found out that I was only about one boss fight to "Ansem" and then it's the end. Eh... I'm still finding it hard to say "Xehanort's Heartless" every time I refer to "Ansem". Meh, there's definitely a loophole, because I'm sure Mickey called him Ansem. Many times.
And finishing CoM makes me more eager to see Riku in KH2. My like for him has increased one notch.
And speakng of KH2, I'm not done yet, though things are progressing quite smoothly. I have about 4-5 more worlds to go before the next major event. So go me. (actually I don't really want KH2 to end... but guess I am curious to know what happens. And also to stop avoiding all the spoilers everywhere.)
I'd definitely be done by the end of June hols, I expect.
And after so many delays (of many months), I'm finally done with CoM. In fact, I forgot all about it until yesterday, when I sat down and decided to continue it because the dear Comp wasn't very cooperative. And then I found out that I was only about one boss fight to "Ansem" and then it's the end. Eh... I'm still finding it hard to say "Xehanort's Heartless" every time I refer to "Ansem". Meh, there's definitely a loophole, because I'm sure Mickey called him Ansem. Many times.
And finishing CoM makes me more eager to see Riku in KH2. My like for him has increased one notch.
And speakng of KH2, I'm not done yet, though things are progressing quite smoothly. I have about 4-5 more worlds to go before the next major event. So go me. (actually I don't really want KH2 to end... but guess I am curious to know what happens. And also to stop avoiding all the spoilers everywhere.)
I'd definitely be done by the end of June hols, I expect.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Computer SOS
I've officially lost my internet connection at home. Which sucks. A lot.
And so I've resorted to posting this in school, just to let people know that I'm still alive even if there isn't any sign of me in the next fews days or even a week.
On a more interesting note, I just read this timeline, and I've realised just how complex the whole FF7 story is. I've been missing out on all the BC stuff and I'm staying away from DC spoilers, so some of these things are new to me. And now we know that Sephiroth torched Nibelheim at 2am in the morning of October 1, 1991. Wow. Talk about details.
Ah... and five years after that, Zack died. *sniffs*
Love the three of them so much. *sniffs some more*
And the only thing sadder than that is my lack of internet connection.
And so I've resorted to posting this in school, just to let people know that I'm still alive even if there isn't any sign of me in the next fews days or even a week.
On a more interesting note, I just read this timeline, and I've realised just how complex the whole FF7 story is. I've been missing out on all the BC stuff and I'm staying away from DC spoilers, so some of these things are new to me. And now we know that Sephiroth torched Nibelheim at 2am in the morning of October 1, 1991. Wow. Talk about details.
Ah... and five years after that, Zack died. *sniffs*
Love the three of them so much. *sniffs some more*
And the only thing sadder than that is my lack of internet connection.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
look at the lack of progress
I am not making any progress for my last free pick for this term. Nothing is going to yield beyond this first paragraph that I have written.
Ah... why is it always like this?
Surprisingly this sabbatical week is one of my busiest weeks this year. I have managed to do (and get) homework for every single day of this week so far. It's all the LA portfolio's fault. Meh.
Back to brainstorming for LA free pick.
Ah... why is it always like this?
Surprisingly this sabbatical week is one of my busiest weeks this year. I have managed to do (and get) homework for every single day of this week so far. It's all the LA portfolio's fault. Meh.
Back to brainstorming for LA free pick.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
tell me why
I can never write good narratives. Not even my flu-bugged self. Especially my flu-bugged self.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The lies it tells, and I believe them
My only constant companion is my brain. The one that hardly ever stops talking to me. And the one that reminds me that it is The One responsible for me typing the previous sentence. And the one before that.
And of course, anything that came before that as well.
I think I think too much. No thanks to That Brain of mine. Or perhaps the Whoever-Whatever-I-Really-Don't-Know-If-You-Exist mini being that is living in that brain space.
And now it tells me to convey a message. To who, I do not know. Probably myself.
"My brain is there to encourage me."
Of course I know that's a lie. How many times have I fallen for its you-are-so-bad at-this and you-should-stop-embarrassing-yourself-in-front-of-others and what-a-failure-exclamation-mark speeches. I know.
Just too many to count.
... I think I'm falling for one of my brain's tricks again. What is it up to now?
...
Or may the lack of sleep has just caught up to me.
And of course, anything that came before that as well.
I think I think too much. No thanks to That Brain of mine. Or perhaps the Whoever-Whatever-I-Really-Don't-Know-If-You-Exist mini being that is living in that brain space.
And now it tells me to convey a message. To who, I do not know. Probably myself.
"My brain is there to encourage me."
Of course I know that's a lie. How many times have I fallen for its you-are-so-bad at-this and you-should-stop-embarrassing-yourself-in-front-of-others and what-a-failure-exclamation-mark speeches. I know.
Just too many to count.
... I think I'm falling for one of my brain's tricks again. What is it up to now?
...
Or may the lack of sleep has just caught up to me.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Agenda for Week 9
I like writing personal agendas, though I don't always follow them in the end.
Agenda for 14.05.06 and week 9 (basically my to-do list)
1.Complete Chinese functional writing (impt)
2.Complete Math WS 6.1
3.Complete Chemistry WS 11 (almost done)
4.Revise Bio and Chem SPA skills
5.Bio SIA (Almost done)
6.Prepare Math File
7.Prepare Chinese File (somewhere there)
8.Argumentative Essay
9.LA Free Pick
10.AMES (one question left)
11.LA test on the 17th and 18th
12.LA presentation(?)
12. PE assessment
13. Physics Assignment J
That sounds like a lot to do.
EDIT 1: As of 16.05.2006, LA presentation is over, though Bio SPA is not. Yay, at least I get to cancel things off the list.
EDIT 2: More things off the list, and one more thing added to the list! Alrighty.
Agenda for 14.05.06 and week 9 (basically my to-do list)
That sounds like a lot to do.
EDIT 1: As of 16.05.2006, LA presentation is over, though Bio SPA is not. Yay, at least I get to cancel things off the list.
EDIT 2: More things off the list, and one more thing added to the list! Alrighty.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Week 8 outtakes
Been a little dead for the entire week. There's been at least one bad thing occuring everyday from Monday till Wednesday, and I just want to erase them all from my memory. Unfortunately, that's easier said than done.
My class did it again. We made another teacher so angry at us. And it's always one of those "for the first time in [how many] years" or "never in my teaching career have I needed to scold/shout" or "never have I seen...". What can I say, my class is good at being the first to experience things. Like writing "parallel series" for Physics. Absolutely remarkable.
Took a little time off yesterday-since it was Vesak Day and all- to head outside and not-shop. We didn't buy much, just mostly strolling around and looking at things. I'm not sure whether that counts as window-shopping, because we weren't even looking into the windows of shops for majority of the time.
For some strange reason, I'm feeling disturbed ever since I saw three public locations screening AC in one afternoon. Not to mention that it's currently the chart-topper over at HMV. o-O I. Am. Disturbed. AC isn't that nice. You know, loopholes and mistakes and such.
Or maybe I'm just picky. But at least I'm picky about the things I love. Criticism may be good.
I should be getting back to my SIAs, assignments and files. It's going to be week 9 soon and getting acquainted with them has never been so difficult. I just love running away from reality sometimes. The good the Internet is for.
My class did it again. We made another teacher so angry at us. And it's always one of those "for the first time in [how many] years" or "never in my teaching career have I needed to scold/shout" or "never have I seen...". What can I say, my class is good at being the first to experience things. Like writing "parallel series" for Physics. Absolutely remarkable.
Took a little time off yesterday-since it was Vesak Day and all- to head outside and not-shop. We didn't buy much, just mostly strolling around and looking at things. I'm not sure whether that counts as window-shopping, because we weren't even looking into the windows of shops for majority of the time.
For some strange reason, I'm feeling disturbed ever since I saw three public locations screening AC in one afternoon. Not to mention that it's currently the chart-topper over at HMV. o-O I. Am. Disturbed. AC isn't that nice. You know, loopholes and mistakes and such.
Or maybe I'm just picky. But at least I'm picky about the things I love. Criticism may be good.
I should be getting back to my SIAs, assignments and files. It's going to be week 9 soon and getting acquainted with them has never been so difficult. I just love running away from reality sometimes. The good the Internet is for.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
routine and its work
I've given it some more thought, and I decided that perhaps saying "routine doesn't leave people feeling accomplished" would be more accurate. It might just be monotony that's making us feel the way we do about school.
PS: Mid years tomorrow! I'm feeling worried about Chinese compo only now. Must jia you!
PS: Mid years tomorrow! I'm feeling worried about Chinese compo only now. Must jia you!
poke and prod, school or not
It's time I gave this place a poke, a shove and a little update.
It's now one week into May, which means that I haven't been to updating this for more than a month now. Five weeks of dead blog later, an itsy bitsy update.
Do I actually need to bow and ask for forgiveness? Or was that supposed to be done a long time ago?
I've nothing much to say about life as it currently is. I've been on a bad luck streak again ever since Wednesday, but I'll certainly live through it.
One thing though, I can't believe that it's already been two weeks since the Hong Kong trip.
Conference-mates say that that one week went by so fast, but I don't really think so. In my opinion, that one week seemed a long time. I'm convinced that it has to do with the fact that we did so many constructive things everyday for one whole week, even though our schedule wasn't that tight or rushed.
So what does this show?
I think time flies faster when I'm in school because I concentrate on one day at a time, and nothing much ever happens in one day. My short term major goal is always "survive til Friday!", and a longer term goal would be "Can't wait til June/December holidays!". And then nothing much ever happens in between. Or at least, I don't feel very constructive. So time flies.
On the other hand, I felt somewhat accomplished at the end of every day at the Student Science Conference trip. It's because I've learnt something new during the day, travelled to a new place, seen some beautiful things. We had fun shopping, we overcame obstacles that came our way, we rehearsed our presentation during all those nights. We even had mass revision sessions during the evenings when we had free time, and grabbed the opportunity and the nice warm water over at the boys' domitory.
The best part is, I came back to find out that nothing much had changed back in school.
Mrs See had only progressed through one of the minor chapters (and had not completed yet), Chinese teacher wasn't around for lessons for most of the week, and there was mostly revision for bio, and not many new topics/sub-topics were covered for bio and chem. And Week 6 was exactly the same. It just didn't feel like the two weeks, 5 and 6, were of the exact same length, because they felt so different.
So school doesn't leave people feeling accomplished.
Perhaps feeling accomplished isn't the what school is about. That sure explains some things.
It's now one week into May, which means that I haven't been to updating this for more than a month now. Five weeks of dead blog later, an itsy bitsy update.
Do I actually need to bow and ask for forgiveness? Or was that supposed to be done a long time ago?
I've nothing much to say about life as it currently is. I've been on a bad luck streak again ever since Wednesday, but I'll certainly live through it.
One thing though, I can't believe that it's already been two weeks since the Hong Kong trip.
Conference-mates say that that one week went by so fast, but I don't really think so. In my opinion, that one week seemed a long time. I'm convinced that it has to do with the fact that we did so many constructive things everyday for one whole week, even though our schedule wasn't that tight or rushed.
So what does this show?
I think time flies faster when I'm in school because I concentrate on one day at a time, and nothing much ever happens in one day. My short term major goal is always "survive til Friday!", and a longer term goal would be "Can't wait til June/December holidays!". And then nothing much ever happens in between. Or at least, I don't feel very constructive. So time flies.
On the other hand, I felt somewhat accomplished at the end of every day at the Student Science Conference trip. It's because I've learnt something new during the day, travelled to a new place, seen some beautiful things. We had fun shopping, we overcame obstacles that came our way, we rehearsed our presentation during all those nights. We even had mass revision sessions during the evenings when we had free time, and grabbed the opportunity and the nice warm water over at the boys' domitory.
The best part is, I came back to find out that nothing much had changed back in school.
Mrs See had only progressed through one of the minor chapters (and had not completed yet), Chinese teacher wasn't around for lessons for most of the week, and there was mostly revision for bio, and not many new topics/sub-topics were covered for bio and chem. And Week 6 was exactly the same. It just didn't feel like the two weeks, 5 and 6, were of the exact same length, because they felt so different.
So school doesn't leave people feeling accomplished.
Perhaps feeling accomplished isn't the what school is about. That sure explains some things.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Birthday Day
I sleep like a pig. A log. An inanimate object. Whatever, but you'd get the idea by now.
And I must have thought it was the best present to give myself-- some well-deserved rest till about 11 am in the morning. I'm quite amazed at how I managed to sleep through all the noise. Everyone was up already; reading newspapers, conversing, walking about, washing things, eating breakfast. My dad remained asleep though, but I thought I heard sounds of snoring. But noise nonetheless.
And it's kind of stupid to be awake and think "I should get up now", and roll over and continue sleeping instead. There must have been a miscommunication problem somewhere between my Brain and my Muscles and whatever subconsciouness I have. Yet, it always happens. I don't go a week without this happening.
This morning Mum said that I obviously slept too much last night. "Just look at how puffy your eyes are," she said. And I go, "Huh? Really?" in a sleepy way. Sleep does that to you.
I got a jab this morning. Not long after when I decided to climb out of bed because even my dad had woke up by then. It was a flu vaccine. Ah... I've hated getting jabs since a long time ago. Especially when I found out that I would faint from jabs. I never did when i was younger, maybe about 7 or so. But since when I was 11 or 12, I keep going all faint and blue in the lips whenever I get a jab. The Primary Six jabs were rather humiliating. I was fine for about 10 minutes after the jabs, happy and all that it was finally over (and without the scary BCG) and then I went weak.
If it had something to do with being afraid of needles, I had a very serious case of slow reaction. The needles were long gone by the time I felt wrong.
Oh well, at least I had a nice sweet to suck on and a nice quite classroom to rest in. That was about the best thing that happened that day.
The Hepatitis B jab was the same case. I even warned my Mum before I fainted. Yup, like some 5 minutes or so into the conversation between her and the doctor.
It's such good news that I didn't faint today. I would have felt very embarrassed. And demoralised. (You mean four years and I haven't improved one bit?!)
I had an extremely sumptuous lunch. Nothing beats lunch at Boon Lay Raja. Nothing. Not even after all these years. I've loved it ever since I could remember. And what I pleasant present, too! ^-^
Besides, it's about the only time where I can finish a whole bowl of rice before Mum. And Bro, perhaps. And then call on second servings. It's almost a whole new me. I wish I could eat at this speed consistently. (Apparently not.)
I managed to make a trip to the library today. I'd say the view form the third storey is refreshing; it almost doesn't look like Jurong. Lol. Visiting new places always give that impression, that it's something so strange you don't recognise it anymore. Even if you have been looking at the same scenery for the past 5 years, just from a different perspective.
By now I would say that I have made some personal progress. Nope, not a single word of homework done, not one part of SIA completed. But I feel contented. If only I could put homework on hold indefinitely. That sort of contentment in life is much better than doing well in this assignment, that test, or the presentation on whichever day.
But life's sure hectic. I can't stop for too long to take in every single detail around me. I can't pause to memorise the scenery before it is changed, I can't keep holding on to everything the way they are now, the way they were then.
We do a lot of anticipation nowadays. Predicting things, so that we know what direction to move on to. It's doesn't seem to help to cling onto things past. Maybe it's right not to let them disappear, so long as you remember to keep the other eye on what's ahead of you. Achieve a balance, perhaps.
If your every action and decision says a bit of who you are, then forgetting the past means losing a bit of yourself. Change might then arrive so quickly that you won't know what to do about it. You might not even recognise it when you meet it right in the centre of your hectic schedule, not obviously or strikingly clothed, blending into the environment.
Maybe I should just take this observation and try to salvage my mathematics. I was good once, but I seem to have forgotten about it then. Now it's in a mess. I should try to do something, to help it. It can turn back into the way it once was. Of course, that's only possible after I rest my brain and all. Again.
And I must have thought it was the best present to give myself-- some well-deserved rest till about 11 am in the morning. I'm quite amazed at how I managed to sleep through all the noise. Everyone was up already; reading newspapers, conversing, walking about, washing things, eating breakfast. My dad remained asleep though, but I thought I heard sounds of snoring. But noise nonetheless.
And it's kind of stupid to be awake and think "I should get up now", and roll over and continue sleeping instead. There must have been a miscommunication problem somewhere between my Brain and my Muscles and whatever subconsciouness I have. Yet, it always happens. I don't go a week without this happening.
This morning Mum said that I obviously slept too much last night. "Just look at how puffy your eyes are," she said. And I go, "Huh? Really?" in a sleepy way. Sleep does that to you.
I got a jab this morning. Not long after when I decided to climb out of bed because even my dad had woke up by then. It was a flu vaccine. Ah... I've hated getting jabs since a long time ago. Especially when I found out that I would faint from jabs. I never did when i was younger, maybe about 7 or so. But since when I was 11 or 12, I keep going all faint and blue in the lips whenever I get a jab. The Primary Six jabs were rather humiliating. I was fine for about 10 minutes after the jabs, happy and all that it was finally over (and without the scary BCG) and then I went weak.
If it had something to do with being afraid of needles, I had a very serious case of slow reaction. The needles were long gone by the time I felt wrong.
Oh well, at least I had a nice sweet to suck on and a nice quite classroom to rest in. That was about the best thing that happened that day.
The Hepatitis B jab was the same case. I even warned my Mum before I fainted. Yup, like some 5 minutes or so into the conversation between her and the doctor.
It's such good news that I didn't faint today. I would have felt very embarrassed. And demoralised. (You mean four years and I haven't improved one bit?!)
I had an extremely sumptuous lunch. Nothing beats lunch at Boon Lay Raja. Nothing. Not even after all these years. I've loved it ever since I could remember. And what I pleasant present, too! ^-^
Besides, it's about the only time where I can finish a whole bowl of rice before Mum. And Bro, perhaps. And then call on second servings. It's almost a whole new me. I wish I could eat at this speed consistently. (Apparently not.)
I managed to make a trip to the library today. I'd say the view form the third storey is refreshing; it almost doesn't look like Jurong. Lol. Visiting new places always give that impression, that it's something so strange you don't recognise it anymore. Even if you have been looking at the same scenery for the past 5 years, just from a different perspective.
By now I would say that I have made some personal progress. Nope, not a single word of homework done, not one part of SIA completed. But I feel contented. If only I could put homework on hold indefinitely. That sort of contentment in life is much better than doing well in this assignment, that test, or the presentation on whichever day.
But life's sure hectic. I can't stop for too long to take in every single detail around me. I can't pause to memorise the scenery before it is changed, I can't keep holding on to everything the way they are now, the way they were then.
We do a lot of anticipation nowadays. Predicting things, so that we know what direction to move on to. It's doesn't seem to help to cling onto things past. Maybe it's right not to let them disappear, so long as you remember to keep the other eye on what's ahead of you. Achieve a balance, perhaps.
If your every action and decision says a bit of who you are, then forgetting the past means losing a bit of yourself. Change might then arrive so quickly that you won't know what to do about it. You might not even recognise it when you meet it right in the centre of your hectic schedule, not obviously or strikingly clothed, blending into the environment.
Maybe I should just take this observation and try to salvage my mathematics. I was good once, but I seem to have forgotten about it then. Now it's in a mess. I should try to do something, to help it. It can turn back into the way it once was. Of course, that's only possible after I rest my brain and all. Again.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
We say this at regular intervals in the year
It's time to pack up and go.
To school, that is. Not that I'm actually looking forward to it much. Unlike the last time I said this mentally.
April is coming...
... but KH2 is coming before that. ^-^
It's always good to find something more optimistic to counter the pessimism and cynism in life.
To school, that is. Not that I'm actually looking forward to it much. Unlike the last time I said this mentally.
April is coming...
... but KH2 is coming before that. ^-^
It's always good to find something more optimistic to counter the pessimism and cynism in life.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
not necessarily good advice
When you don't know how you should get everything done by a limited time, then don't stress yourself too much over it. What I did was to not do some things altogether.
And pray that I can get through the whole ordeal unscathed.
And pray that I can get through the whole ordeal unscathed.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
of not much importance whatsoever
I seem to prefer posting the more serious stuff here for some reason. LJ just eats away at all my rantiness and inspiration. *watches LJ poke a hole to drain them all away*
Which reminds me... documentaries rock. Mythbusters never fail to amaze me with how much they wish to die (or for someone else to die, for that matter). And now armed with newfound knowledge, I advise everyone:
If you have people armed with guns (especially those really powerful ones) chasing after you -in the bad sense- then a wise approach to the situation would be to look for the nearest pool of considerably deep water and dive in. And the irony is, the better the gun (i.e. faster/powerful bullets) the safer you are in the water. And just a depth of 1 m or so is enough to save you. If they're armed with a pistol, then hopefully you won't drown in a water body of about 10 feet before they get you... or not, depending on the situation.
Of course, the abovementioned method does not work with cannons, since it hasn't been officially tested yet.
And one note of caution, especially to those of curious minds and have read the previous sentence, Do Not Try This At Home. It would probably kill something, be it your home electricty circuit, your pet money plant or your goldfish tank, if not human.
That said, yay for the Mythbusters.
Which reminds me... documentaries rock. Mythbusters never fail to amaze me with how much they wish to die (or for someone else to die, for that matter). And now armed with newfound knowledge, I advise everyone:
If you have people armed with guns (especially those really powerful ones) chasing after you -in the bad sense- then a wise approach to the situation would be to look for the nearest pool of considerably deep water and dive in. And the irony is, the better the gun (i.e. faster/powerful bullets) the safer you are in the water. And just a depth of 1 m or so is enough to save you. If they're armed with a pistol, then hopefully you won't drown in a water body of about 10 feet before they get you... or not, depending on the situation.
Of course, the abovementioned method does not work with cannons, since it hasn't been officially tested yet.
And one note of caution, especially to those of curious minds and have read the previous sentence, Do Not Try This At Home. It would probably kill something, be it your home electricty circuit, your pet money plant or your goldfish tank, if not human.
That said, yay for the Mythbusters.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
lessons learnt, lessons lost
You know about those times when you read, see or experience something that makes you feel enlightened. Either that, or it justs sets you thinking a lot.
And I always seem to find myself in a good mood when this happens.
Things that I've never thought about but are so true. Things I have thought about but never reasoned logically like this, phrased in proper English.
It makes me guilty for not reading as much as I used to, but I believe so long as I'm reading the right things, it doesn't matter exactly how many books I complete within each term.
What is most important are the lessons you receive from these works, be it written, filmed, or anything else.
They allow you to truly think of your reason. Surely you're not just looking to "get over with today" or "survive the next test". Beyond all these short term expectations and hopes, there should be something else, something bigger.
Shouldn't there?
I've got a feeling that most people haven't considered the bigger picture much. I admit to being a petty little human being for too many times to count. At least being a petty little human being makes considering the bigger picture a more worthy and challenging task. Besides, I would hardly be able to keep those opinions about other petty little human beings to myself then. (which would very probably land me in trouble)
I loved the ideas concerning, for the first case, the complexity of the brain, and the second case, the idea of the world's intention, and of fate and coincidence. I've wondered plenty about the latter, and have only come up with a blank. But after tonight, I do feel a little less inclined to believe in coincidences. I quite like the Gaia theory, after all. Gaining power and independence is not exactly my thing.
I prefer to know that there's someone else behind this whole ploy. Or at least someone who knows what he/she/it is doing. Can't trust many humans nowadays. Remember, the complexity of the brain! We shouldn't be smart enough to decipher ourselves.
Let's just head back to looking at mice and earthworms. We can't guarantee what will happen if we do decipher exactly how we work. Will it just disintegrate our own importance into nothingness? I'm already beginning to see ourselves as machines that are able to harness thoughts, feelings and a source of energy and something that can formulate responses.
Growing of bones, division of cells, specialised labour... in what way are those caused by us? They are a part of us, but are we responsible for these things? What decides how these processes work? If we're the ones trying to find out how we work, we are surely not a work of our own.
And we try to rule so many things in the world, so many people, so many other living beings, and even the basic compounds of life sustenance.
You would have thought we'd know exactly which pieces should fit which places in the puzzle. But this seems more and more unlikely with every major world event, every war, every uprising.
You know, in the end we may just be lost people who don't even know who we are.
Not that is stops us from doing any of the things that we do, or will do, for that matter.
And I always seem to find myself in a good mood when this happens.
Things that I've never thought about but are so true. Things I have thought about but never reasoned logically like this, phrased in proper English.
It makes me guilty for not reading as much as I used to, but I believe so long as I'm reading the right things, it doesn't matter exactly how many books I complete within each term.
What is most important are the lessons you receive from these works, be it written, filmed, or anything else.
They allow you to truly think of your reason. Surely you're not just looking to "get over with today" or "survive the next test". Beyond all these short term expectations and hopes, there should be something else, something bigger.
Shouldn't there?
I've got a feeling that most people haven't considered the bigger picture much. I admit to being a petty little human being for too many times to count. At least being a petty little human being makes considering the bigger picture a more worthy and challenging task. Besides, I would hardly be able to keep those opinions about other petty little human beings to myself then. (which would very probably land me in trouble)
I loved the ideas concerning, for the first case, the complexity of the brain, and the second case, the idea of the world's intention, and of fate and coincidence. I've wondered plenty about the latter, and have only come up with a blank. But after tonight, I do feel a little less inclined to believe in coincidences. I quite like the Gaia theory, after all. Gaining power and independence is not exactly my thing.
I prefer to know that there's someone else behind this whole ploy. Or at least someone who knows what he/she/it is doing. Can't trust many humans nowadays. Remember, the complexity of the brain! We shouldn't be smart enough to decipher ourselves.
Let's just head back to looking at mice and earthworms. We can't guarantee what will happen if we do decipher exactly how we work. Will it just disintegrate our own importance into nothingness? I'm already beginning to see ourselves as machines that are able to harness thoughts, feelings and a source of energy and something that can formulate responses.
Growing of bones, division of cells, specialised labour... in what way are those caused by us? They are a part of us, but are we responsible for these things? What decides how these processes work? If we're the ones trying to find out how we work, we are surely not a work of our own.
And we try to rule so many things in the world, so many people, so many other living beings, and even the basic compounds of life sustenance.
You would have thought we'd know exactly which pieces should fit which places in the puzzle. But this seems more and more unlikely with every major world event, every war, every uprising.
You know, in the end we may just be lost people who don't even know who we are.
Not that is stops us from doing any of the things that we do, or will do, for that matter.
Monday, February 27, 2006
just a random thought
After a while, you'll begin to realise that it pays off doing things on your own.
Too much reliance on other people can prove to be less beneficial over a longer period of time.
And who knows, sometimes it does happen that everyone else is wrong and you're right. Besides, don't always trust what adults tell you. They don't always understand everything around them as well as they think they do.
Too much reliance on other people can prove to be less beneficial over a longer period of time.
And who knows, sometimes it does happen that everyone else is wrong and you're right. Besides, don't always trust what adults tell you. They don't always understand everything around them as well as they think they do.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
one of those lessons you'd always hear
You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
You'd have to agree that it's just so quotable.
We should just try to simplify life sometimes. Read the article in the Sunday Times today? Stress is often what we choose to give ourselves; it doesn't happen unless we deem it a stressful situation.
I guess we just need a lot of skills to do something like making life less complicated. One of the reasons why Zack can be so admirable. I think Seph is secretly envious of him. Lol.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
it's just a simple SIA rant
LA Portfolio freepicks are not a problem, actually. The problem lies in that I don't want to share some of these things that I have written.
I make a simple calculation. I have 11 MS Word documents lying in my "writing" folder, that can be used for the portfolio. Out of these 11, only 3 are suitable for Free Pick at the moment. Which is, if one realises, the minimum number for the submission in Term 1.
So what happened to the other 8? Well, some are used in "other subjects" section, some are in "assignments" and others are not completed. The final few are there but I don't wish to share them with Mrs Soh, no matter how nice she is. It takes a lot of explaining to do if one writes a piece of fanfiction, for example. It'll be too much trouble to include all these in the first place. So they'll just stay where they are right now.
And I say I'll need a great deal of good luck to finish the bio assignment, Chinese zuo wen x 2, LA presentation, revision for bio quiz and whatever other SIA that I haven't done. I'll need a lot of "Shoo, bad luck, shoo" charms as well.
I say I'll survive. ^-^
I make a simple calculation. I have 11 MS Word documents lying in my "writing" folder, that can be used for the portfolio. Out of these 11, only 3 are suitable for Free Pick at the moment. Which is, if one realises, the minimum number for the submission in Term 1.
So what happened to the other 8? Well, some are used in "other subjects" section, some are in "assignments" and others are not completed. The final few are there but I don't wish to share them with Mrs Soh, no matter how nice she is. It takes a lot of explaining to do if one writes a piece of fanfiction, for example. It'll be too much trouble to include all these in the first place. So they'll just stay where they are right now.
And I say I'll need a great deal of good luck to finish the bio assignment, Chinese zuo wen x 2, LA presentation, revision for bio quiz and whatever other SIA that I haven't done. I'll need a lot of "Shoo, bad luck, shoo" charms as well.
I say I'll survive. ^-^
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Sundays
It is Sunday morning.
Sundays are days of rest. You can spend the morning lazing around, sleeping in, or watching the television. You look forward to Sundays very much.
Sundays are days you usually do not need to go to school or work. You are free on Sundays.
You wake up on this Sunday morning, and you wonder about how you should spend this rather special day.
A family outing?
An invitation for a gathering of friends? A movie marathon?
A well-deserved rest? A good time to visit the park? The beach?
Shopping?
Or maybe…
You think you have forgotten something important. You have.
You remember what it is about this Sunday.
This is the Sunday you have put away for rushing your assignments. They are due on Monday.
You wonder when Monday has become as much of a deadline as Friday has been, just like when Sunday turned into the last day of the week instead of the first.
Now instead of feeling rejuvenated, you feel weary.
Sundays are meant to be used all the homework accumulated over the week. If only they weren’t.
You sit down at your desk.
The calendar faces you with what seems like a grim face.
You don’t look forward to Sundays as much anymore.
Sundays are days of rest. You can spend the morning lazing around, sleeping in, or watching the television. You look forward to Sundays very much.
Sundays are days you usually do not need to go to school or work. You are free on Sundays.
You wake up on this Sunday morning, and you wonder about how you should spend this rather special day.
A family outing?
An invitation for a gathering of friends? A movie marathon?
A well-deserved rest? A good time to visit the park? The beach?
Shopping?
Or maybe…
You think you have forgotten something important. You have.
You remember what it is about this Sunday.
This is the Sunday you have put away for rushing your assignments. They are due on Monday.
You wonder when Monday has become as much of a deadline as Friday has been, just like when Sunday turned into the last day of the week instead of the first.
Now instead of feeling rejuvenated, you feel weary.
Sundays are meant to be used all the homework accumulated over the week. If only they weren’t.
You sit down at your desk.
The calendar faces you with what seems like a grim face.
You don’t look forward to Sundays as much anymore.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
the weather's against me
Thursday wasn't supposed to turn out like that, but it did. I thank the weather for it.
It was the day that we'd meticulously planned for the time to "kill two birds with one stone".
Unfortunately, one of the proverbial birds flew away before we could say anything.
So I guess we'll have to learn to accept killing birds, one stone at a time.
But the talk = disappointing. -_-
It was the day that we'd meticulously planned for the time to "kill two birds with one stone".
Unfortunately, one of the proverbial birds flew away before we could say anything.
So I guess we'll have to learn to accept killing birds, one stone at a time.
But the talk = disappointing. -_-
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
hurting where it counts
So which side wins?
Love. Love always wins.
Ironic, for it does and does not at the same time.
We always say its a matter of perception, and maybe it really is.
But love too much, you'll often be the one suffering. Only if you think that as suffering. Most people do.
So love a bit, but not too much.
Guess we should have related the laws of Greed to Love sooner.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
it that pours itself upon me
Sec four is the year which begins right on the second day of school. It's the year where all the deadlines seems extraordinarily close. Instead of facing deadlines which are supposed to be a term away, they are now but weeks away. While we used to give about one presentation a term, it is now a 3-in-1 mix that we don't exactly enjoy thinking about.
Saddenrification of my life.
Enough to make me create new words that clearly don't exist.
Well, at elast the LA portfolio's requirements are pretty much what I have been planning to do/have already been doing. If only the teachers ever observed how much editing and effort goes into writing the CW Essay every year. Too bad my drafts aren't making any senselegible at all.
And after doing the LA worksheet, I've found out that I know approximately 55-60% of the Foreign words in English. I'm surprised that some words aren't English in the first place, like kindergarten. No wonder I always spelled that wrongly when I was younger. lol.
Besides, Mrs Soh seems to misread me at times. I was very attentive during her class, but the reason that I looked a little "out of it" was because I was starting to formulate plans in my head as soon as she showed us the possible topics for Oral/writing Task. A few sentences or two actually floated around for a while when she spoke of the Kranji War memorial and war poems. But then again, I'm doing that for group, so I'd probably refrain from doing the same topic for writing.
But that little spark of inspiration refuses to die. At this point anyway. And I'm happy about that. So long as it doesn't do that kamikaze thing.
You know, LA portfolio would be a very nice thing to do, if only I had the time for it.
CCA orientation today seems (on the surface) better that ever. Thing were more orderly, or at least on my side of the building. We didn't have mass groups clogging up the classrooms, but I don't know much about the corridors, due to me not even stepping out for one minute in the whole duration. I heard a lot of noise coming from the sports groups, but I think it was much better than last years'. Congrats to BEL. The six-hour meeting paid off after all.
Not to mention I loved teh posters!
Okay, it was a little off-tangent, but still effective! Especially when people still talk about them on the bus ride home.
No I wasn't eavesdropping. Just trying to sleep but catching random words and phrases while doing so.
With talk about posters, I have to say that I now have this very unhealthy addiction to my Yondy poster. It is so unhealthy that I've decided to somewhat reread the whole series, 'cause I miss him so. X3
*stare stare stare*
You can't not love him!!!
*stareeeeeeeeeeee*
Hmm. Very unhealthy habit of mine.
I guess the fangirlitis revived. At least they don't manifest in all forms at one time. It's usually one at a time, so I'll just find myself with bouts of "Cloudie!", "Seeeeeeeph...", "I want my Zack!!" and of course, the current "I need more Yondy!!!". But who asked me to like all the dead guys anyway. =_=
Oh well, this is what life's going to look like for a while. School, boredom, homework, stress, deadlines, confusion, fangirl antics, minimal slacking, anime, songs, crack, crankiness.
Squee.
Saddenrification of my life.
Enough to make me create new words that clearly don't exist.
Well, at elast the LA portfolio's requirements are pretty much what I have been planning to do/have already been doing. If only the teachers ever observed how much editing and effort goes into writing the CW Essay every year. Too bad my drafts aren't
And after doing the LA worksheet, I've found out that I know approximately 55-60% of the Foreign words in English. I'm surprised that some words aren't English in the first place, like kindergarten. No wonder I always spelled that wrongly when I was younger. lol.
Besides, Mrs Soh seems to misread me at times. I was very attentive during her class, but the reason that I looked a little "out of it" was because I was starting to formulate plans in my head as soon as she showed us the possible topics for Oral/writing Task. A few sentences or two actually floated around for a while when she spoke of the Kranji War memorial and war poems. But then again, I'm doing that for group, so I'd probably refrain from doing the same topic for writing.
But that little spark of inspiration refuses to die. At this point anyway. And I'm happy about that. So long as it doesn't do that kamikaze thing.
You know, LA portfolio would be a very nice thing to do, if only I had the time for it.
CCA orientation today seems (on the surface) better that ever. Thing were more orderly, or at least on my side of the building. We didn't have mass groups clogging up the classrooms, but I don't know much about the corridors, due to me not even stepping out for one minute in the whole duration. I heard a lot of noise coming from the sports groups, but I think it was much better than last years'. Congrats to BEL. The six-hour meeting paid off after all.
Not to mention I loved teh posters!
Okay, it was a little off-tangent, but still effective! Especially when people still talk about them on the bus ride home.
No I wasn't eavesdropping. Just trying to sleep but catching random words and phrases while doing so.
With talk about posters, I have to say that I now have this very unhealthy addiction to my Yondy poster. It is so unhealthy that I've decided to somewhat reread the whole series, 'cause I miss him so. X3
*stare stare stare*
You can't not love him!!!
*stareeeeeeeeeeee*
Hmm. Very unhealthy habit of mine.
I guess the fangirlitis revived. At least they don't manifest in all forms at one time. It's usually one at a time, so I'll just find myself with bouts of "Cloudie!", "Seeeeeeeph...", "I want my Zack!!" and of course, the current "I need more Yondy!!!". But who asked me to like all the dead guys anyway. =_=
Oh well, this is what life's going to look like for a while. School, boredom, homework, stress, deadlines, confusion, fangirl antics, minimal slacking, anime, songs, crack, crankiness.
Squee.
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