tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59589172011-04-21T12:53:00.897-07:00solitarystarthere's not much. i am just a loner
anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comBlogger1011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1119006194581235812005-06-17T03:05:00.000-07:002005-06-17T16:48:14.316-07:00moved my blog to http://www.livejournal.com/users/solitarystar89/ so i'll be abandoning this doggy blog...anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1118328547466456232005-06-09T07:28:00.000-07:002005-06-09T07:49:07.480-07:00been watching too many tv dramas recently. so does an afterlife really exist? (you know what i've been watching now? the plot sounds like a whole lot of rubbish, but all the same the parting and tearing is touching) i have not really read anything that confirms such stuff. but it appears that such afterlife is closely tied to our religion, like going to some christian heaven or hell for the anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1118149604004080962005-06-07T05:59:00.000-07:002005-06-07T06:06:44.010-07:00i was on the bus today thinking about why most of my close friends, not that i have many, dislike me a great deal. much as i'm distraught and amused at the same time, i realized taht the reason behind it is very simple.firstly, for most who have not been in contact with me for a long time, i have become and am irresponsible, vulgar, has a blatant disregard for rules (to me, rules are meant to be anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1117773727883384042005-06-02T21:33:00.000-07:002005-06-03T00:44:25.643-07:00new post that's not about religion.it's about stories and writing. i read a mini-story about a poems yesterday. it's really a mini- story by a singaporean writer. the protagonist told a doctor that being a poet, he couldn't live without applause. and the doctor's response was, he was addicted to applause, as though addicted to heroin.the conversation is briefly as follows:"so what should i do?""anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1117773158043174852005-06-02T21:01:00.000-07:002005-06-02T21:32:38.056-07:00i'm depressed. there's this big ugly patch on my left cheek that occupies about 40% or is it 60% of the cheek. if i'm not wrong, it all started from two pimples that were a result of five late nights and then my father told me to apply this don't know what thing on them and ok...it appeared to get a bit better and after that i don't knwo what happened. i swear i didn't scratch them...ok..i anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1117461532685154892005-05-30T05:39:00.000-07:002005-05-30T06:58:52.730-07:00it just struck me that painting could be a product probabilty. at least to me when i paint, i don't exactly plan out all my strokes assiduously, but just make sure that the parts that should be darker a considerably darker then the other parts, get the tones and paint some picture. how this links to probability is because while the strokes and distribution of colours are pretty random, most of anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1117208160808049112005-05-27T08:15:00.000-07:002005-05-27T08:36:00.826-07:00let me try to justify prostitution. and this is not a case of saying the f word to shock others, or trying to say something erotic/lewd to amuse myself and play the clown. rather it's because i really think prostitution fulfils an important aspect of our nature.logically, we need to have our sexual desires fulfilled. but to go about doing so, is it possible to just drag anyone off the streets andanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1116328321225172072005-05-17T03:52:00.000-07:002005-05-17T04:12:01.230-07:00i just feel like blogging. why? i don't know. a story said that if we do things on sponeity and there is no real explanation of it, we have probably been possessed. do you believe this? incredulous people would probably snort at these seemingly ludicrious ideas and beliefs. a visit to borders yesterday left me amazed that there is a whole bookshelful (i don't mean one row, but a whole shelf anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1115721716653223482005-05-10T03:10:00.000-07:002005-05-10T03:41:56.686-07:00a HCL paper 1 mid year exam question really made me see red, and yes, i allowed my feelings to get the better of me during teh examination. but i suppose it's quite obvious that i don't really care about my marks at the point.anyway, the question was a bao zhang bao dao, about the government banning smoking in a plethora of public places, including bus stop, bus interchange, public toilets, etc, anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1115110848020779532005-05-03T01:59:00.000-07:002005-05-03T02:00:48.026-07:00A beautiful speech for a beautiful dreamBy Martin Luther King, Jr - "I have a Dream"Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. Source: Martin Luther King, Jr: The Peaceful Warrior, Pocket Books, NY 1968Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1114608648962061362005-04-27T06:07:00.000-07:002005-04-27T06:30:48.963-07:00Does darkness exist?why do you say that?i don't know, it was just a random thought? because if light has an existence, does darkness have one too? they then exist antagonistically...there are people who feel that darkness has no existence, it is just absence of light. with regards to whether they exist antagonistically, i might argue that they exist all along, just that you can't see both anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1114183832514841402005-04-22T08:19:00.000-07:002005-04-22T08:30:32.516-07:00i feel numb.here, imagine a tiny person stuck inside a big box. it is dark, with a few thin lines of light. she can see. the amount of light is sufficient for her vision. but what is there to see in a box? she bangs on the walls of the box, asking to be released. she cries. but no one comes forward to help. all she hears is some sound outside the box. and when she looks up, she sees huge faces. anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1113310209958672682005-04-12T05:08:00.000-07:002005-04-12T05:50:09.960-07:00we were trying to annotate articles in class when it occured to me that if we disect the whole article and understand thoroughly, would its magic be destroyed? first, i must confess that i find annotation troublesome and yes, the lazy me does not really enjoy brain-taxing job. but laziness aside, does annotating an article make us appreciate it more? because we can pin-point the literary devices anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1112705224587638812005-04-05T05:22:00.000-07:002005-04-05T05:47:04.590-07:00i am thinking of doing a piece of artwork that can relate to the blind, and the medium is light. but the irony is, how does a blind person feel towards a piece of artwork, or even light? the eye is the receptor of light and if a person can't see, it means he can't receive light. and usually, the basis of a piece of artwork is what we see of it. certainly, there is texture, and maybe some sound, anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1111160993478529082005-03-18T07:29:00.000-08:002005-03-18T07:49:53.480-08:00let me revisit the idea of living in a world of perception. ("we don't live in a world of reality, we live in a world of perception"), or should i say, our own perception. an example: when someone asks you if you are prepared to work hard towards something, i don't think there can ever be an answer to the question. and even if there is, as it is most of the time, i foresee more problems because anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1110890635178296362005-03-15T04:26:00.000-08:002005-03-15T04:43:55.190-08:00.....me: actually i'm not really keen on this programme. i just thought that i would use it to occupy a few months of my time before i embark on another project. you know what it is? it is a study of how long-term laboratory work results in the caving-in of professors' minds. of course, we are only talking about a select group of professors and because there are so few professors like this aroundanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1110811598388356732005-03-14T06:37:00.000-08:002005-03-14T06:46:38.390-08:00we humans are primitive, low-down, stuck in a paradigm of our own, quick to dismiss others, superficial, narrow-minded, materialistic and too perceptive.in the case of intellectuals, the case is either more or less, which usually, turns out to be the former.as we gain more knowledge, we should take care not to turn out to be intellectual bitches and bastards, which is up to the individual's anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1110548083075529672005-03-11T04:12:00.000-08:002005-03-11T05:34:43.080-08:00with a swoosh and a flick of time's magic wand, a week skided to a halt - yet again. a very exciting week. i met my idol on tuesday, where we spoke about evolution, books, songs and subject combinations for one hour. then when the conversation sort of came to a standstill, he, like a sudden gush of wind, said cya. i don't think i will ever see him again, at least not for the next few years and i anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1109433011643890292005-02-26T07:21:00.000-08:002005-02-26T07:50:11.643-08:00is romantic love merely a concept thought up by someone from the past? that is, i'm saying, romantic love is not a natural basic emotion. why do we love someone? how do we love someone? when do we stop loving someone?what is the purpose in loving someone? if it is due to raging hormones, then i am not wrong to say that we are only slaves to our hormones; we are not in control, like cats when theyanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1109073442359327932005-02-22T03:39:00.000-08:002005-02-22T03:57:22.360-08:00i can't believe it. i totally flunked my bio test, not to the extent of failure, but just passed. i mean, for someone who has been getting at least 75-80% for bio test, how do you make her understand that she's getting as low as a b4 now? and the test was not difficult. besides licking my wounds, here's an analysis of how i could have done better.1. get your facts clearer, crystal clear.2. be anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1108465629477152832005-02-15T02:37:00.000-08:002005-02-15T03:07:09.480-08:00if we live in our own world, will we be happy/happier? but what do we mean by happy? and can we live with loneliness? how can we be self-sufficient both physically and emotionally? if we live in a world of our own, we don't have to accomodate others, we don't have to listen to the opinions of others. but i read somewhere that man are social creatures and maybe because the truth (what is true? "anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1107858862431166412005-02-08T01:51:00.000-08:002005-02-08T02:34:22.433-08:00it's chinese new year eve, but i don't feel joyous. i don't know why, maybe it's the state of my mind, but this cny has a poignant feel to it.
anyway, let me recount what i did today. woke up late and went to the bus stop 10 minutes later and only boarded the bus at 7 instead of the usual 6. 45 or 6. 50. i wasn't worried about late, rather i Hoped i would be late but i wasn't. that's just how anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1107614258145735472005-02-05T06:20:00.000-08:002005-02-05T06:37:38.146-08:00it took me a long time to realise that friendship/or any kind of relationship cannot withstand the test of time. which explains why people usually say "hope our friendship can withstand the test of time" as parting words instead of "our friendship will withstand the test of time". the truth, is that without any form of contact over a period of time, the kind of heightened feelings during the timeanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1107437210318678952005-02-03T05:15:00.000-08:002005-02-03T05:44:44.560-08:00i have to admit that i am an ardent defender of the underdogs. in the first place, why should they be the losers and live under the shadows of the glorious ones? is the value of the man measured by his contributions to the world and how successful he is? why should everyone pay attention to the successful and rich and learn about them?
but we all have limited amount of memory space and attention anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1107174556208914702005-01-31T04:01:00.000-08:002005-01-31T04:29:16.206-08:00of prejudice and favourtism
i don't doubt that it is human nature to like someone more than others because the process of evolution always favour the stronger/prettier/better of the species. i mean, give you guy A who's outstanding, handsome, wonderful altogether and guy B who's totally down in the dumps, you'll surely pick A, unless there's something wrong with you. No, A doesn't have body anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1106996785429527062005-01-29T02:41:00.000-08:002005-01-29T03:06:25.430-08:00happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday happy birthday, happy birthday to ME!
my pseudo existence for the sixteenth year if you're at the skeptic end of the emotional spectrum. one year older doesn't mean one year wiser, it only means that i'm one year nearer to death. isn't it so? every minute, every second, every day, we are going closer and closer to death. so basically, we anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1106826512936182062005-01-27T03:35:00.000-08:002005-01-27T03:48:32.936-08:00there are two things that i badly want to do. they might sound ludicrious and ridiculous, but on a very serious note, i want to do them as much as i want to learn how to play the guitar, be happy every day, achieve good results, slim down to a 23 inch waist size, basically, things that i feel passionate about right from the bottom of my heart.
1) i want to have a tail, literally a tail. this anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1106658428790445812005-01-25T04:57:00.000-08:002005-01-25T05:07:08.790-08:00with regards to that poem about singaporeans, there really is quite a bit of generalization and stereotyping..or maybe a lot, i don't know. but if there's no miscomprehension, i think stereotypnig is inevitable in this poem because it is trying to say the reasons for hating singaporeans, and while there will always be people not guilty of doing those things, i can't possibly say: i hate anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1106405198982527642005-01-22T06:21:00.000-08:002005-01-22T06:46:38.983-08:00i am beginning to regret ever signing up to be a zaobao correspondent....there's gonna be a camp in june...and it all boils down to i'm not good at interacting with strangers. i'll probably end up staring at my fingernails until people start saying that i am tao...hey, it's not like i want to be like that. but i really don't know who to interact and there are always people who can outtalk and anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1106052190520225472005-01-18T04:14:00.000-08:002005-01-18T04:43:10.520-08:00had chemistry SPA today. i think i screwed it up totally. didn't check through and i think some parts were not clear, the language was weird too. anyway the question was to determine which is the most and least concentrated acid sample and loads of classmates thought of titration. titration can give the exact concentration of the acid samples, though that is not required by the question. but the anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1104405478128021162004-12-30T03:02:00.000-08:002004-12-30T03:17:58.130-08:00i don't understand why such a thing is happening in these festive season, but we all know that there aren't explanations to these forces of nature. i am referring to the tsunami that is claiming the lives of so many in Asia and as i am typing now, more are losing their lives. i just heard on the news that they are cancelling the broadcast of the new year countdown party on channel 5. it is not anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1104304313586234612004-12-28T22:51:00.000-08:002004-12-28T23:11:53.586-08:00I Hate Singaporeans
Because they are always following the crowd
Because they wear winter clothes in a country that doesn't snow
Because they think they will definitely love the four seasons they have never seen
Because they are always pretending to be what they are not
Because they don't want anyone to tell them their grandfathers were coolies
Because they say their ancestors brought the Three anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1102600696647523092004-12-09T05:48:00.000-08:002004-12-09T05:58:16.646-08:00Antinomianism
Antinomianism (Greek anti,"against"; nomos,"law") is the doctrine that faith in Christ frees the Christian from obligation to observe the moral law as set forth in the Old Testament. The insistence in the Epistles of St. Paul upon the inadequacy of the law to save, and upon salvation by faith without "works of the law" or "deeds of righteousness" (see Romans 3:20, 28; Ephesians 2:9;anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1102348777902289172004-12-06T07:56:00.000-08:002004-12-06T07:59:37.903-08:00I never thought I would
I never thought I would listen to the songs of the past and cry
They are things of the past; rotted like artifacts
Cold as lifeless corpse, yet
I never thought I would warm up to them.
Unless I am still living in them
Or they are residing in my present
I never thought I would desire to write in a foreign language
As a superficial way of escaping from what I know
What do I anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1101997964911697362004-12-02T06:05:00.000-08:002004-12-02T06:32:44.910-08:00saw a necklace in bugis that i damn like...it was so unique, or maybe you would urgue that all necklaces are unique. the collar is round, not a metal chain made up of metal linkages, but instead, it's just a wire in a circular shape, yes, something resembling a dog collar. i wouldn't mind being a dog if i can have that round my neck. for the pendant, it is a jigsaw puzzle-like shape. pretty? the anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1101690515860901402004-11-28T16:57:00.000-08:002004-11-28T17:08:36.410-08:00do we have condom-vending machines in singapore? we don't? then these machines are urgently needed!!! i thought maybe this can be one of the ways to slow down the spread of aids in the country. to prevent embarrassment, the people-in-charge could leave a comparment for the condoms in the drinks vending machine. people would not know if htey are buying drinks or condoms. Safe Sex for all!
my sis anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1101633392136198232004-11-28T01:55:00.000-08:002004-11-28T01:16:32.136-08:00mum is behaving ever so strangly these days. it's not strange to the point of abstract, but her fuse is getting shorter. consequently, she would burst out at any trivial thing and launch a tirade that can lead from the thing itself to what happened years ago. sounds like Luling in Bonesetter's daughter? i never thought i would have teh worst version of her in teh house. i asked her if it was anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1100852875332003192004-11-19T01:08:00.000-08:002004-11-19T00:27:55.333-08:00Definations of art from www.dictionary.com:
1)Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter, or counteract the work of nature.
2)The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colors, forms, movements, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium.
3)The product of these activities; human works of anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1100851169213773192004-11-18T23:04:00.000-08:002004-11-18T23:59:29.213-08:00one year later, i am questioning the validity of G. Bush's decision to go to war against iraq. it was publicized that the reason was because iraq had weapons of mass destruction that they refuse to surrender. but many people knew that it was because of the oil fields in iraq. i suppose Bush thought that it would be a fast battle, and by laying his hands on the oil, there would be a rise in anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1100788202777642992004-11-18T05:58:00.000-08:002004-11-18T06:30:02.776-08:00ok. i guess i have something serious to blog about now, apart from my job-hunting expeditions. asked jake about the relationship between palestinians, israelis, and that arabs. so, if i am not wrong, the israelis are the jews, who occupied israel a few centuries ago. then the muslims(arabs) came over and drove them out, to take over the area. i think it was because of the holy land, jerusalem. anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1100706506623625062004-11-17T07:31:00.000-08:002004-11-17T07:48:26.623-08:00i tried to offer love letter-writing services today. and guess what? needless to say, there were no customer at all. i know the chances of getting any were slim, but i thought the idea was pretty wild and fun. and so that was what i put on my msn nick, after tth's suggestion: love letter-writing service..interested pls call (my hp no.) price is negotiable. client's information is absolutely anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1100606346198788412004-11-16T03:34:00.000-08:002004-11-16T03:59:06.196-08:00i went job-hunting today. it was a total flop and i don't really want to talk about it, but i have to write it out somewhere to justify its existence, just as i am trying to justify my own existence. i got to know of the first job from the classified add. it was selling postcards for charity, but we get to earn 30% of the amount we make. that place was really ulu. when i was there, i asked that anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1100245339209654482004-11-11T23:32:00.000-08:002004-11-11T23:42:19.210-08:00i'm so bored. help. it's a vicious cycle. every morning i wake up at around 8, starting reading something, eat and then fall asleep while reading in the afternoon. come night time, i am still able to sleep at 10 adn wake up at 8 or later tomorrow morning. what's this? i'm letting myself waste away. and damn it. i have this bout of pimples on my cheeks that is so serious that even my sis is tryinganghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1099996961373882682004-11-09T02:15:00.000-08:002004-11-09T02:42:41.373-08:00Beijing gave me a feeling of insecurity. as in i feel totally secure in Singapore, but out of place in Beijing. the teachers were always warning us to take care of our stuff and every person i met there, i felt as though that person was out to do me harm or something. but there were good people too.
when i climbed down from teh great wall, i was really terrified that i would roll down teh steps. anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1099993826907023422004-11-09T01:49:00.000-08:002004-11-09T01:50:26.906-08:00Dear Mummy,
I have loads to tell you, to thank you mainly, but I don’t know how to put it. I am never one to tell my parents things. But what I really want to say it that all I can feel is irony towards you. Sorry to say, but I don’t feel love towards as I do towards Grandma, Daddy, sister and even the detestable brother. Why don’t I love you from the bottom or even form the top of my heart? I anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1099886789620200172004-11-07T19:51:00.000-08:002004-11-07T20:06:29.620-08:00shall talk about my team members in my Beijing Attachment group. first there's jolene. ok, the normal person as she is all the time. very nice. just that she is a little too sensitive at times. hey, dear, put the past behind you. there is more you need to face in future. you can't let those little things get you down you know. love your moisturer too.
then there's, serene, nice too. quite normal.anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1097979569791863692004-10-16T18:48:00.000-07:002004-10-16T19:21:51.906-07:00humans love to play hide-and-seek, looking for the twisted happiness (because it is more deserving?)and maze-like depression. i say this only because i observe how people tend to wrap up a gift instead of giving it in its stark nakedness. granted some might did it for presentation, but more often than not, it is for the surprise, like how you feel when you seek out someone in a game of anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1097865898166490372004-10-15T11:15:00.000-07:002004-10-15T11:44:58.166-07:00I have a big problem. Man has to continually define himself and escape his own defination. serious? then what's wrong with me? i can't find my calling in life and i have been doing the wrongs things to get the right things.
your life is shattered! miss. with the broken pieces everywhere, you walk on tiptoes because you don't want to get cut. but at the same time, you ardently want to cut anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1093854557917153642004-08-30T01:27:00.000-07:002004-08-30T01:29:17.916-07:00what makes something funny? what makes a joke what it is? what is a joke? is it something that makes us laugh, but then, why do we laugh at something? and how come people are more or less programmed to find certain particularly tickling? Why? anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1093342840766241592004-08-24T02:52:00.000-07:002004-08-24T03:20:40.766-07:00i was on the bus today and i overheard two polytechnic students talking to each other. ok, they were not talking about some juicy, sordid news in school, but about their future, and problems that are very real to their lives. most of us would pity them, but then they spoke of it as though these problems are as normal as taking their three meals. and apparently, they don't even have a conducive anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1093173803521501282004-08-22T03:52:00.000-07:002004-08-22T04:23:23.520-07:00last night was totally infuriating. i just don't understand why i have such a mother - someone who will never admit that she is wrong and it is so blatant, the way she shows it. last night, after co practice, my father came to fetch us(my sis and i) and he suggested that we go and fetch my mother who was in down town east celebrating her niece's son's birthday. pls, it was already 10 something anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1092467364689127362004-08-13T23:49:00.001-07:002004-08-14T00:09:24.690-07:00And so, it was bio test today and i was really nervous because i was afraid i would forget the contents, and all that i have studied. but i guess they weren't really made to kill, besides, bio is more content-based, unlike physics, wehre you really have to think and is really difficult to understand. i saw the lss review on ivle yesterday and it seems that our dear physics teachers have finally anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1091875770943772422004-08-07T03:43:00.000-07:002004-08-07T03:49:30.943-07:00took physics test today..i think i am going to flunk it. yes, it's going to pull down my marks, but then what can i do about it? seriously, i believe many of us are bewildered..don't understand the concepts and stuff because i saw some people teary-eyed after teh test. i wasn't looking at the mirror then. but it's not like i don't want to study or am slacking. it's just that i don't understand! ianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1091624292686742172004-08-04T05:29:00.000-07:002004-08-04T05:58:12.686-07:00suddenly, i feel like blogging again. wow, it seems like teh rivers of my life went stagnant on 5 of June 2004 and started flowing again from this moment. it is so easy to pick up something, such as a habit, and forget it, but only to remember it again. at some point in life, there are things that we desperately want to forget, but couldn't. yet there are some things that we thought for granted, anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1086491371706220002004-06-05T20:00:00.000-07:002004-06-05T20:09:31.706-07:00What is tao? i asked my parents about it adn they don't know what it is. so what is tao? i think is has something to do wiht nature. when i told my mum that i wanted to study tao, she said i was crazy.
isn't this world sick? at least i am sick of it. so what is wrong with working closely with nature? zhuang zi said that, on a musical instrument, when we press a string to create a note, we lose anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1085656164917473742004-05-27T03:50:00.001-07:002004-05-27T04:09:24.916-07:00haven't been blogging for such a long time, mainly because i was feeling lazy and don't feel like blogging. plus, i don't what to blog about. but then, just as inspirations can squeezed (sort of) out, i think i will be able to think of something to blog about once i get down to it.
firstly, congragulate myself for having completed my chem journal! i thought i couldn't finish it, but i managed toanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1083339015442602802004-04-30T08:15:00.000-07:002004-04-30T08:34:33.746-07:00haven't been blogging for a long, long, long time. don't know why, but i just didn't feel like blogging. maybe it's because there's nothing worthy to blog about. i am not the sort to blog about my day, from the time i wake up, brush my teeth to the time my head hits the pillow again. there's just nothing i feel strongly enough to blog about....so why am i blogging now? because i am waiting for myanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1081002193546435672004-04-03T06:07:00.000-08:002004-04-03T06:26:54.763-08:00Words can harm, hurt or harrass. i was feeling very tired late afternoon today and i suddenly thought about words again. i asked serene whether it is necessary for humans to talk, and she said yes because we need to let off stream or we will burst, like a balloon filled with air. then, i wondered if i could stop talking for one day.....can i? but i can't possibly ignore other's questions. During anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1080563412110720482004-03-29T04:18:00.000-08:002004-03-29T04:33:46.233-08:00an incident happened that made me think twice about the character that i want to adopt. Well, i guess, who doesn't want to be adorable and likeable? i am sure everybody does, even if they don't admit it. and yes, so do i. but i have the tendency to be "adorable, or cute, or whatever it is" in a strange and often irritating way. yes, i thought being straightforward is a good thing, but what i am anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1079250603389295602004-03-13T22:58:00.000-08:002004-03-13T23:53:17.200-08:00back from obs (Outward Bound School) now.......today's feeling is quite different from yesterday's, meaning it's not as strong as yesterday....yesterday i was still remisnicing about the whole thing, including brandon and eng soon, but today's feelings are kind of a disbelief.....everything happened so rapidly and i can't believe it actually happened, but all the same, those five days have a anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1078583455398794522004-03-06T06:05:00.000-08:002004-03-06T06:33:58.106-08:00yesterday, while i was studying for my chem test, it suddenly dawned on me that time has passed very quickly these few years. after primary school, secondary school will pass very quickly.....and then jc, which will be over before you can say "Jack robinson". after which, it's university, almost going into the society then, maybe ageing follows.......isn't life short and rapid? then i realised anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1077972803988193622004-02-28T04:41:00.000-08:002004-02-28T17:23:13.640-08:00it's been quite some time since i last updated my blog. the past few weeks have been busy but fulfiling. Some good news first. i fell in love.....shan't say who first. it will be revealed at the end of my entry. then, i guess, that's about the only good news .....
i am losing control of myself, such taht i don't understand myself any longer. i think it could have been better had i been a mute, anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1077183706734178982004-02-19T01:28:00.000-08:002004-02-19T01:44:27.046-08:00it's been a long time. actually, i didn't wish to update my blog at this critical test period, but those bolts of feelings just seized me and with qy's gentle urging, i decided to just upload a short entry.
first, i wish to dedicate this entry to roucheng and liu lu. thanks for being there for me, about what happened today.....thanks for listening. people, don't come and ask me what happened, anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1076070599439077452004-02-06T04:13:00.000-08:002004-02-06T04:32:22.216-08:00i feel that i have finally found the light to lead me somewhere. The light is my own, so is the destination. but i know that what's is important is the process, it is the longest, and what that makes the final achievement meaningful. so, what happened was that i haneded in my eng portfolio to mrs seah today. i had been working on it till 1.30pm last night, but thankfully, my hard work paid off...anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1075615593482485982004-01-31T21:57:00.000-08:002004-01-31T22:08:49.263-08:00i did something terrible today. i got my mum to buy the black ink cartridge but gave her the wrong package box. actually, i was not entirely my fault. the package box was from the other printer and i had thought that both printers used the same kind of ink cartridge, but i was wrong. anyway, at that time, i put the cartridge beside the printer and today, i gave my mum that box to buy the ink anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1074731025088675782004-01-21T16:14:00.000-08:002004-01-21T16:25:46.530-08:00happy new year everyone!!!!!
first, let me wish ya all....happy new year, good luck, all the best in your studies, eternal youth, and may all your wishes come true.
next, hahaz, let me wish myself.....:D......good luck, all the best in my studes, eternal youth and may my wishes come true.
hahaz, this is so silly. just yesterday, i was eating a mandarin orange, and then i was wishing myself anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1074389950797293512004-01-17T17:26:00.000-08:002004-01-17T17:41:06.640-08:00actually, i think lessons are getting rather boring. i mean, not that the contents are, but it's quite tiring to face mainly the hcl, english, chem and bio adn maths teachers almost all the time. there's almost no variety. but thank goodness these teachers are not sooooo bad. but i do miss geog and hist. maybe i can read them on my own...but to study them would be ideal. (target sis's textbooks..anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1073657951688170592004-01-09T05:44:00.000-08:002004-01-09T06:19:31.856-08:00i finally survived one week of IP life. This is the first week of 2004, the first week of my sec 3 life - a major milestone in my life that teaches me to cope with loss and change. Starting with classmates, i seriously don't think 3/3 will be able to fill that void that the "demise" of 2/10 has left in me. i never thought that i would miss a year, a class, a group of friends so much. 2003 has anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1072961742527206572004-01-01T04:49:00.000-08:002004-01-01T04:56:00.003-08:00horrid 2004.....a word from mum made me feel so bad.....why can't anybody listen to me? when anything happens to others, i have to listen to them, give them advice, and after that, they forgot that Ang Siew Ching exists in the world. and when i feel down, everyone seems to disappear on earth....what's wrong with my life? nothing seems to go well....if anything happens, people talk, they just talkanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1072763325454439552003-12-29T21:31:00.000-08:002003-12-29T21:49:02.606-08:00WHy, why, why? there are so many questions that i want to ask in life, but what i don't understand the most now is death and life. My first encounter with death was when i was nine. Maybe i am selfish....but i don't understand why people have to die, at least i don't want the people around me to die. ironically, if people didn't die, there may not be a space for me in this universe now. i never anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1072663644976484542003-12-28T17:48:00.000-08:002003-12-28T18:07:42.240-08:00you are vexed.....you don't seem to be happy with anything nowadays. there seems to be an internal struggle within you. WHAT's the problem with you?! when people do or say anything, why can't you SHUT THE F*** UP?! why must you open your trap?! ANd then you will end up saying the wrong things.....! Right, next time, shut up! NObody cares about what you talk about....so why must you talk? they anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1072493804287559012003-12-26T18:44:00.000-08:002003-12-26T18:57:01.133-08:00yeah!!! feels so much better.....fit enough to kill a tiger any moment. school's reopening next week, but i don't feel ready for school yet. well, at least i have finished my homework. that hong lou meng story was so "interesting"!!! but at least it is short. this is the first time i read more half of the school's cl reading material. Though the story ended in a tragedy, it's still a good story. anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1072232244452973362003-12-23T18:17:00.000-08:002003-12-23T18:17:40.323-08:00"Cough, cough"
"here's a blanket for you..."
"ahchoo! ahchoo....i need tissue..."
"you seem to be running a temperature too"
"serve you right... for getting drenched in the rain on saturday!"
"......"
anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1071677794338494832003-12-17T08:16:00.000-08:002003-12-17T08:16:48.486-08:00i have finally finished my poem - that's one homework less! I spent about 1 hour doing it, so i missed about half an hour of tuo qiang shi jie. but then, when the inspiration or rather when the urge strikes, one just have to record it down or it will go down the drain.
Went to j8 today with sister, her bf and cousin. Haha, my cousin was so jeolous when he saw sis's bf. he said her bf was a bit anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1071404762878852522003-12-14T04:00:00.000-08:002003-12-14T16:23:51.023-08:00Went and bought a handphone today...real expensive and i don't think i deserve. Anyway, three cheers to Daddy!!! When i grow up, i promise to foot the bill for everything he does, unless by that time, i can't even take care of myself. NO, this CANNOT happen. I MUST build up a better constitution and continue expanding my IQ, EQ(very little right now), and AQ. In addition, i must learn to behave anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1071275016741489262003-12-12T16:17:00.000-08:002003-12-12T16:23:49.563-08:00i've just cleaned my windows, and they are simply sparkling at the moment! A sense of achievement welling in me now. But more importantly, i thought of something while looking at the murky water. Actually, man should be a bucket of clean water, instead of a piece of white paper, when he is born. Because after working and cleaning, the clean water would turn dirty. So, this is just like humans, anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1071058117349446672003-12-10T04:01:00.000-08:002003-12-10T04:15:02.600-08:00another lazy day. And i still don't have any inspirations for my durian....hee, maybe no one knows what i am talking about....but no one needs to know. Durian, durian, l love you. some people say that inspirations can be forced out, but i don't wish to do last minute work. Buck up!!!
Arrrgh, i swear to always order my textbooks and never miss that dateline!!! Why? because buying them myself is anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1070633542748919232003-12-05T05:54:00.000-08:002003-12-05T06:12:33.836-08:00It's been quite sometime since i last updated my blog. Well, about my complexion, thanks for your concern Wanting, the face is fine now....but my legs and arms are not spared....they are peeling pretty scarily. but at least i can cover it up. haiz~, a few hours of fun brought my soooo much trouble, i'll have to think twice next time i do something.
there's now the irritating painting job going anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1070088466388961912003-11-28T22:42:00.000-08:002003-11-28T22:47:55.330-08:00ewwwwwwweeee!!!! Congratulations, Ang Siew Ching, on your skin's beginning to peel. WAH LAU!! i can't believe this. so how am i going to face anyone like this?! this morning i went to school with a file covering my face from the nose onwards! my, oh my, i don't want to live on this world anymore!!!
QUote of the day:
I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.
- Albert Einstein
future..anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1070011750733027632003-11-28T01:29:00.000-08:002003-11-28T01:29:19.700-08:00went to east coast for p school class gathering today....and it was sooooooooo disappointing.... and here i am at macdonald's, hungry and cold and trying to type my entry. only ten people, includning me went to this stupid gathering. those people were trying to play volleyball despite the beating rain. hence, guess what? we got drench!!!!!
just realised that four weeks of the holiday has passedanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1069930368394918352003-11-27T02:46:00.000-08:002003-11-27T02:52:57.556-08:00this entry might gotta upset dear gloria.......gloria..i think i got more burnt than tanned! after i got home, my whole body started hurting quite a bit, even now and it's red, quite red.......rather than tanned. so i went to guardian and got something to treat sunburns....VERY painful....Sob...and my father said that it might start to peel after a few days! oh my god! how am i going to face the anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1069659938011040362003-11-23T23:36:00.000-08:002003-11-23T23:45:45.796-08:00oh yea! my sister finished her o' levels, something to be happy about. at least the tense atmosphere will not remain stagnant in the house. but then, i think these few days, she seemed to have change my name from siew ching to 'maria' . (know what i mean?)
Jingo, JOlene and Eunice yeo, i have just received an email from nvc about the volunteer work.....so when are we starting ours? (i'm anxious anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1069335422920142282003-11-20T05:28:00.000-08:002003-11-20T05:37:09.656-08:00My world is in such a mess now. Just what is the problem? Let me list them out, since my thoughts are like tangled wires at the present.
IP: don't know what subjects to choose
CIP: don't know go where to do it and when
CCA: Co seems further and further from me now...it's all the work of money.
Homework: Commonwealth essay is driving me crazy!
doesn't seem a lot now that i have seen them anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1069247150954620342003-11-19T04:49:00.000-08:002003-11-19T05:05:57.896-08:00At the crossroad once again. I was facing this stupid dilemma when choosing my subject combinations and now they will be proved futile! arrrrrgh!!! Blow! what a bother!Should i take 3 sciences or 2 sciences and another humanity? Actually, i don't even have an ambition now....but as i thought just now in the bath, i would probably do sth like a vet or look after animals or plants.....so what anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1069162092078754252003-11-18T05:07:00.000-08:002003-11-18T05:28:18.436-08:00I just went to plaza Singapura today and i ended up owning sinyu/jingo $6.50. To say the truth, it was great fun. We ate minced pork noodles(sinyu ate chao siew noodles and jingo hor fun or sth) before going to spotlight and watched uptown girls afterwards, highlight of the day....to me.
Uptown girls was soooo should i say touching? not really, but tears welled up in my eyes. The funny element anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1069038717306955252003-11-16T19:10:00.000-08:002003-11-16T19:12:03.576-08:00feel like changing cca from cc to co. i just can't stand cc any longer, it sucks! but according to e. yap, the standards in co is real high. and what about chiang sai? will she allow me to? anyone who is interested in changing cca or has experience, please tag. Qingyi's advice is most welcome!anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1068811725428160322003-11-14T03:57:00.000-08:002003-11-14T04:08:51.046-08:00Chalet over, and i don't think i enjoyed it as much as last year's, but who am i to comment? Shan't elaborate.
Haha. no braces for me. Shan't elaborate.
There will be Ip for nanyang, should i join? overcome with mixed feelings. Shan't elaborate.
This is a cruel world, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE A PLACE HERE? (breaks down) I want no sympathy, no kind words, no nothing. I just want to be alone anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1068440328575240062003-11-09T20:27:00.000-08:002003-11-09T20:58:53.253-08:00It's Great-grandmother's death anniversary today. Naturally, there would be praying of some sort. Hee, hee, reminds me of the trip to chuwen's house(don't get offended) when her maids laid out the food for us, the same way as I did for my ancestors. Sometimes, all these rituals simply make me think that man are super in finding excuses for themselves. Take this anniversary for an example, all theanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1068348840947353032003-11-09T19:20:00.000-08:002003-11-08T19:34:32.110-08:00Thinking of putting braces, but the dentist said that it will take probably one and a half to two years. So, I am afraid it might affect my O'levels because I will waste time going appointments when those major exams draw near. But if NY has IP, most probably, i will put braces. Recently, I discovered that both my front teeth are getting bigger and more protruding. My mouth is already big enough,anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1068347943319623522003-11-08T19:18:00.000-08:002003-11-08T19:19:07.466-08:00Last night was damn freaking man! E. yap was talking about the auditorium being haunted by "you-know-what"and one of the runners saw something run past when she went to "you-know-where". Those stories were made even worse by the horror play by 2/4, or sth like that. In the end, i was so scared that i held onto Yixi's hand all the time during debrief. Afterwhich, i had to get my father to come andanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1068250182701113332003-11-07T16:08:00.000-08:002003-11-07T16:09:46.686-08:00woke up this morning to discover that i lost my holiday homework. Horrible...(sounds familiar, Mr. Yam?) but then, thank godness, the day was saved by, not powerpuff girls, but by mojojojo.....haha, just joking, mingyi lah. Hee, hee, i got her to scan in the homework for me. Phew! Thanks so muchj, mingyi!!
Tonight's fund-raising, though it's not as fun as choral night, but we'll be working anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1068170626588331492003-11-06T18:03:00.000-08:002003-11-07T16:43:46.006-08:00can't seem to see my most recent entry, what is the matter? anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1068084155805323132003-11-05T17:29:00.000-08:002003-11-05T18:02:39.420-08:00THAT was a wonderful choral night! everything was quite successful, except for the sound for first half at the end and the lighting for second half at the end. but that was a technical fault and those people as Gary Tank said it, were 'rookies'. Maybe that was God's plan to make us remember this play more vividly, to remember the little imperfection that nearly made us jump of our skins. But, oneanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1067872073215112392003-11-03T06:50:00.000-08:002003-11-03T07:07:56.090-08:00just came back from choral night performance which was pretty interesting. those audience were wowing over those little things and i just can't imagine their reaction when they see regina and qys' performance. had a rehesal today. a terrible one, actually. everyone was not serious, including me. hee, i was playing with the pig. as for lxy, don't know what's happening. i thought she was doing anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1067780512127603762003-11-02T05:23:00.000-08:002003-11-02T05:41:54.260-08:00resume blogging. in fact i nearly forgot, had xr not reminded me. The holidays are here, well, a bit too soon, i think. nevertheless, i'll just enjoy myself while i can because the next year, will be here before i know it and i will be working like a bee. just got my results on friday, i am quite pleased with it, to be frank, at least i managed to reach my target and there was a great improvementanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1066972573324072772003-10-23T22:09:00.000-07:002003-10-23T22:16:13.370-07:00nothing to do today..bored. but i don't want to teach my brother....yet i have to keep my promise. it seems that everything that happens, i am in the wrong, simply because my exams are over. it this is what that should happen, i rather have exams all the time. oh ya, i am not going to get angry over other people again because i will put myself in greater risk of high-blood pressure and of course,anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1066826127656942122003-10-22T04:58:00.000-07:002003-10-22T05:35:27.300-07:00i just had speech training and it was pretty fun! but the drawback was that our item was too long, so naturally, we had to cut it short. so that means less funny parts and less laughter. the teacher had sore eyes, both eyes were like those of a rabbit's. oh ya, it was just a pity that serene, xinrong and cai na didn't turn up. so wang wan stood in for cai na as the narrator, while zuo jin stood anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1066721671431996542003-10-21T00:34:00.000-07:002003-10-21T00:34:31.356-07:00i never know how to start my blog entries.....it's always a 'hey' or an 'aiya' that are not refreshing at all. anyway, here i am at the school computer lab 1, releasing my pent-up frustration through this only outlet. i just got back all my papers today, finally! not too good in that sense, i am not pleased at all! pissed would be more accurate and even more so after a useless debate with miss anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1066651310277996252003-10-20T04:39:00.000-07:002003-10-20T05:01:50.423-07:00here's a NEW look for my blog, thanks to jolene and jingo! many thanks. just got back my exam papers today, erm, 3 of them, not very good though. i didn't do very well for english and HCL compo. lost four marks in the HCL compo due to carelessness. well, i can't deny that i am quite pleased with my maths results. i thought i would do worst. Tomorrow will be total hell for me because they are anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958917.post-1066526925287298742003-10-18T18:28:00.000-07:002003-10-18T18:28:45.103-07:00ha, touched to see all the tagged messages, happy to know that the world has not totally turned against me. Must be more optimistic. la-la-la-la-la. anyway, here's a message a friend has for me...too long to be tagged, so he just sent it to me.
"sc, dun let wad happened bother u. no river flows to the sea without negotiating a boulder-strewn path..yr incident could just be a hard rock jutting anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11139256855092750623noreply@blogger.com