1. I eat garlic and ginger salad every month to boost my chi. 2. Slow moving people are annoying to me. 3. I am politically correct. Mostly. 4. When I was 3, I was force-fed on Soya Milk and hated it afterwards. 5. I love Yul. 6. I run out of money often. 7. I invest in a ridiculous amount of hairstyling products. 8. I plot a minimum of 5 ways to kill someone if I'm angry at that person. 9. I have been knocked down by cars 3 times before in my life. 10. I make sure to spend at least 30 minutes each day gazing into the mirror and reminding myself how pretty I actually am. 11. One of my hobbies is doing push-ups on the piano. 12. My degree of eyesight (without glasses or contacts) fluctuates between 20 and 200. 13. I hate the chinese language passionately. 14. I have worn lipstick before. 15. I want to learn mahjong. 16. I sing in the shower on a regular basis. 17. Until a year ago, I always kept a combover as my hairstyle. 18. I hate my hair. 19. I am gay. 20. I am obsessed about Jimmy Neutron.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
& put your footprints on // 4:41 AM &
Yay! I'm an OGL! :)
I know this is abit late but whatever. Congratz to all those who got in!...which was practically everyone.
Doing I&R now, sian. I need de-stressment. To all those chiong-ing last minute like me, here's some clips from Youtube.
This one's damn funny. Mind the vulgarities, though.
Something rather...creepy.
Monday, October 23, 2006
& put your footprints on // 4:17 AM &
Face it people. We're being invaded.
Yes, this is huge, unstoppable, terrifying, onrushing, unquenchable, relentless, inevitable. *Insert Jay Chou's 四面楚歌 here* Every blog I go, I see pictures of Princess Hours and more pasted everywhere, some screaming about the latest Korean...stuff. AHHH! *curls into a small ball in some corner*
First, it was the Japanese. Then, the Americans. Then the Japanese again. Now the Koreans.
Everything around me's turning Korean. Korean TV, Korean Ginseng, Korean Songs with *gasps* Korean lyrics. No one understands them (at least, I don't), but then again, who cares?? As long as it's Korean, it's the bomb.
I think my hair's turning Korean. You know, the kinda hair that all Korean actors love to wear; flat, zero-gel/wax/mousse/clay/spray, uncombed and uncut. Only one thing left to complete the look: A mohogany dye.
We must stop this invasion! We must stand united, freed of all foreign corruption, unique and uncompromised. I propose a Singaporean Wave! Spread the lah, the durian, Char Kuey Teow and PCK abroad. Sure to be power one. We must get to work on this patrotic crusade right away.
After I finish watching Princess Hours.
(A.N.: Assuming that: All Things Korean = HOTT, then Kim Jung Il = HOTT Nuclear Missles/Tests = HOTT Cruel Dictatorian Leadership + Blatant Threat to Humanity = 2(HOTT)
which is so insane. Randomness.)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
& put your footprints on // 2:58 AM &
Today was my OGL interview. Boy, it was...
Let's just say different.
The first thing I saw when I opened the door was a blockade of chairs and tables blocking the door. I was like wth, do you expect me to phase through the wall or something?? After the initial customaries, they started with the "Icebreaker Questions".
Oh my tian. Damn random lar!
First, they asked me what's so significant about the number 5. Dunno how they arrived at that! Bullshit mode on, I told myself. And so I went of on how 5 was a prime number, and there were 5 chairs in the room. There were alot more, but I was too blind.
Then they asked me to pretend I was a blind person shopping.
LOL. I somehow turned the whole thing into the chestnut drink on the table worth $5, while Jason was worth $0.50, with me buying the $5 drink as it was 'more value for money'. Jason was like 0_o. Haha sorry Jason! I just had to say that.
That aside, they wanted me to friendship-dance with the chair. Fine. I did the mash potato (plus passionate eye-contact) with 2 chairs. I tried to do the Chee Cheong Fun, but the chair wouldn't co-operate in twirling. -_-
Haha. I guess mine wasn't as crazy as some others I heard about. Imagine having to do aerobics with the chair, or teach a class of chairs and tables how to mass dance. The things we do to become OGLs...sigh. Shameless.
Hope Jason wasn't too offended from my wonderful suan-ing. The other interviewer was laughing all the while. LOL. I hope she wasn't laughing at the fact that I couldn't darn well act as a blind old woman. (Blind people can't see price tags!) TSD!!
Well that's about all. Hope I pass my interview though :) Good luck to all other OGL-wannabes! Go nuts will ya!
Monday, October 16, 2006
& put your footprints on // 2:15 AM &
Something we all don't wanna remember.
Getting back our results was indeed a sour ending after the short holiday we had. Alot of people I know didn't get the grades they wanted, or got the grades they didn't want, didn't want the grades they got or wanted the grades they didn't get.
Whatever, it sucked. Incredibly.
As for me, I know I'm definitely not satisfied with what I got. I put myself through all this crap, forcing myself for God knows how long to plant my ass on that scratchy chair in front of my studying table and drown myself in insurmountable floods of econs concepts, maths and physics formulas and chemistry data that I just CAN'T seem to swallow properly. I'd expect myself to get better than what I got, but frankly; I simply don't know what to expect out of myself.
I guess I should just be happy with whatever I got, seeing that I'd certainly improved much more from the horrendous Mid-Years. But seeing certain people in my class getting the (much better) grades they got seemingly effortlessly, it makes me feel hopelessly stupid.
Maybe I was just born this way.
I should just stop complaining about my results. Like HaThu said; "There's always next year." Damned right there is.
Now what's left is the other half of Econs, and GP. The latter now spells doom.
A, B, C, ?. I am the alphabet.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
& put your footprints on // 3:36 AM &
Wow. Talk about havoc.
Being in-charge of 3 booths (2 iCOMP/infocomm + piano) and the plasma screen, I had to be superman for a day.
So superman I was.
I ended up zoom from one booth to another, trying both different paths (to find the most time-effective route) and attempting to break the sound barrier. The latter failed miserably, and the distance just seemed to get longer and longer. I think my 2.4 timing's improved. Maybe.
Getting the logistics for both booths was frustrating enough. Really glad the group of infocomm hardcores put in all efforts in getting all the stuff set up; otherwise stuff would have really gotten crazy. And also for the entire piano crew that turned out to man the booth and the music studio. Thanks people! :)
I'm just drained now. But on retrospect, I'm definately not the worst off. If manning 3 booths was this hectic, imagine being in-charge of the ENTIRE open house, all 40 plus booths and performances. Kudos to Marc, Zara, the entire SC and CT gangs. You people are Captain America, Wonder Woman, the Justice League and the Incredibles today. Hope you enjoyed yourselves while at it.
After all that, I hope all those who stepped into VJ left with a lasting impression.
Especially about the mass dances.
Monday, October 09, 2006
& put your footprints on // 5:50 AM &
Politics are interesting. So are BGRs.
Just today, I had to spend my entire day working on the video for the farewell assembly this Friday. Thought it would take 4 hours max. Thought wrong: it took me 10. And it's not even finished yet.
iCOMP is definitely the most taxing CCA you can get, especially in the Exco. Every school event that pops up on the calendar, and we're set another deadline. Filming, editing, website-making and maintaining, producing, directing and going for competitions. On top of that, we're still burdened with the task of trying to get our entire club involved. Plus hoping that we don't mar the club's repute too much. For all that, we don't get much credit or recognition. All you see of us are perhaps 3 seconds of our names being flashed on the screen. The next time you see a great video production, do spare a moment or half thinking of the people that slaved behind the computer for countless days just for you.
Enough bitching, timT.
Went home with the usual 55 gang. On the way home, while news reports of the recent N.Tests that N.Korea (note similar iNitial) flashed on the screen, our conversation drifted into the throes of BGRs and the like. Interesting, to say the least. I found out then how confusing JC life can be for the average homonally-charged teen that most of us are, and strangely, a parallel between that and diplomacy.
The nuclear issue, in North Korea's aspect (as well as US & USSR), seems to me as a race to prove their significance in the globe. Just to show, "Hey, I've got nuclear now. I'm somebody." Okay, maybe I'm just a fool in saying this things. But sometimes, as was mentioned in our onboard conversation, such stupidity does exist. In the end, who loses out? Everyone.
The same's in our JC life, particularly in the sacrosanct area of the BGR. (Not going into homosex.) What do people in our age threshold get into BGRs for? They might say, "Love."
Well, they're deluded. For the most part, that is.
True love is a rarity, and chancing upon THE ONE this early in life is hardly probable. Particularly in our beauty-orientated, sex-marketing society of today. What we perceive in a person, is their looks. A person who is lucky enough to be good-looking gets social acclaim, regardless of whatever their obvious flaws. And the flipside: without looks, you are nothing.
That's why so many people vy to go for superficial plastic surgeries, enhancements, extravagance in accessories and whatnot. Those that do so, having their newfound beauty, believe that they will now live happy and successful lives.
Such is the deluded.
What constitutes happiness? If superficial beauty is your answer, think harder. True, beautiful people get more attention. True, people fantasize themselves having good-looking partners, and if one of such people happens to be within reach, they begin to lust for IT. But...then what? True love is found? Hardly. Beauty fades with age, and a freak accident, a sudden invasion of pimples, a loss in complexion, or something else snatches it away. Then what happens? Will the same person, being primarily attracted to beauty, still feel the same attraction to the other?
Beauty, superficial, is a ghost. After living with their object of affection for some time, true colours begins to show beneath the facade of looks. The girl with that angelic face could very well be a monster inside. That guy with the broad strong shoulders, firm six-pack, masculine ruggedness and chiseled looks? He's a player. Reality abodes in stark difference from fantasy. That's why true love, many say, is never found by many.
Beauty also, ironically, corrupts. Why do the most glamorous and the best-looking tend to lead less-than-perfect lives? (Less-than-perfect implying failed relationships, drugs or promscuious sex) The fault lies in their own beauty. Like money, it invariably corrupts, giving them a feeling of power. It is that sense of power that leads to this outcome. As they say, the beautiful goes for the beautiful. And you already know what follows.
But saying so, it's so hard for us to ignore our instinct to tunnel-focus on the most glamorous. Nature, it seems, made it so. Hence, many young people today rush into relationships so early in life, chasing an illusion that seems so vivid, so real. And the divorce rates skyrocket.
I'm not saying this because of any personal vendetta. Or maybe I am; you can't tell lies from the truth in this corrupt wasteland we exist in. Nor am I saying this against anyone who already has, thankfully, found their significant other that they can truly care about. But for the rest of us, the next time you think of chasing that pretty nymphet or that dashing prince, think twice.
You might regret it.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
& put your footprints on // 7:27 AM &
Stayed at home yesterday because of the haze. PSI:150, who knew? I'm thankful that it didn't shoot way past that. But even so, the haze really is a problem this time round. I mean, it was so bad that places everywhere had much thinner crowds. Staying at home, the haze really gets on my nerves. As Mr Miyagi put it;
The good thing about the Haze, the worst since 1997-98, is that you can pretty much attribute everything to it.
Not feeling well? The Haze, lah.
Not getting your work done? The Haze, lah.
The boss on your case? The Haze, lah.
Not having a good day? The Haze, lah.
Pretty much what I was feeling yesterday. With the promos over, I suddenly find so much more free time on my hands, with no idea how and when to spend it. I know I still have lots of other stuff to do (PW :(, Open House & Farewell Assembly stuff plus study for the Chinese exam) but somehow, I can't pick myself up to do it. It's like I'm stuck in some self-degenerative cycle. In the meantime, I've ran out of ways to kill my time.
Computer games? Played 'em.
Books? Not interested.
Eating? I'm on a diet.
Stoning? Been there, done that. Doing that, in fact.
Outing? Broke.
Please, let this just stop.
Friday, October 06, 2006
& put your footprints on // 8:00 AM &
Hah. Finally decided to get my blog back online. Suprise, suprise. Well, I hope it doesn't go down too early like my previous one.
I've found that Blogskins doesn't have this scroll-down skin type, only those 4-sectioned ones. Bah. Spent over an hour leafing thru that mess at Blogskins before outsourcing to http://blogger-templates.blogspot.com .
N.B: This blog is still 98% crap. Trying to cut that down by half soon.
