Sunday, October 31, 2004
Gods, I miss you guys.
All the crazy things we did... climbing the fence to see the sunrise on the beach. Squeezing far too many people in one tiny chalet room. Playing 'Truth or Dare', which always ended up more like playing 'Sort-of-Truth'. And me forever arm-wrestling with the NCC guys, heh.
The last time we had a class gathering was like, before we all went to our separate JCs? After all you guys ORD, everybody go and crash at someone's house/chalet, pleeeaaaseeee! (Scarlee we all end up playing Blackjack, dai di and Risk again... haha... our completely pointless
| Am addicted to an extreme sport. It's known as aggressive not-studying.
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Friday, October 29, 2004
Is religion about losing a sense of self? About mindlessly accepting whatever's fed to you? Is that why Jesus is "the shepherd"?
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004
You have confidence in your ability to get things done. You are a leader among friends, and a good one too. You are responsible and like to challenge yourself by taking up difficult tasks - and you usually succeed.
You're very careful and circumspect in all matters but you won't face any problems until they actually happen. Also you're a kind and sensitive person.
You love the good life. You live extravagantly and like everything around you to be beautifully crafted. You are optimistic, have an excellent sense of humor and enjoy having your friends around you.
You are self-centered and disagree other people's feelings and ideas. You normally go against social rules and regulations.
I sorta agree with the last two, although I'd like to think of myself as a jaded optimist, and I don't disagree just for the sake of disagreeing.
I'm not a leader amongst friends, because I don't like to organise stuff unless I need to, and lazy people cannot be leaders. My mom says I have san fen zhong re du (3-minute interest-span). Also I prefer to take problems head-on, and am in no way kind and sensitive.
Anyway, take the You Are What You Eat quiz if you want.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2004
I want to watch 2046... but at the rate things are going, I think I haven't get down to it run ended liao. Oh well. I haven't watched a chinese movie in the cinema in ages, I usually just wait for them to show it on TV.
| Gacked this from TalkingCock.com, courtesy of direction by Dreamcatcher
If Harry Potter was Singaporean...
1. Harry. Good name.
2. Qualifies as �foreign talent� immediately. (Some more, his talent is damn foreign one.)
3. Must buy COE for broom.
4. Hogwarts becomes part of Through Train Programme.
5. For mother tongue, put down �Parseltongue�.
6. Hermione will have to deal with being labelled a �mugger� in addition to a �muggle-born�.
7. Young wizards will have fun along East Coast Parkway, shouting "Lumos!" and disturbing the lovers in the bushes.
8. SingTel to provide owl-delivered messages as option in their mobile plans.
9. After graduating from Hogwarts, kena NS.
10. Prisoner of Changi
11. Ron encouraged to faster marry Hermione and have three kids before thirty.
12. Govt declares it aims to make it to the Quidditch World Cup by 2010.
13. Meanwhile, Singapore Pools starts accepting bets for Quidditch.
14. Because of lightning-shaped scar on forehead, asked to join Youth Wing of certain political party.
15. Formation of Order of the Phoenix kena rejected by Registrar of Societies.
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Sunday, October 17, 2004
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
People from my faculty find it so natural to come up with jibes about the engineers � I know I�m one of them. But what makes us so different from the rest of you? Perhaps we do not deal with the universal language of mathematical formulas, but in our own way we learn our own formulas of the English language. Letters and words, to us, are like the little mechanical parts or chemicals you learn about and learn how to manipulate. And like the things you built, our creations are soulless, practical mechanisms, designed to make life easier for those who can afford it, or for the betterment of mankind, or for the simple usefulness that is held so highly in regard in this strange cultureless multiracial society we find our self in. We are the engineers of words, and meaning. Sure, there may be many ways to fit our machines together, some better than others, but it does not change the fact that they are merely that � cold pieces of usefulness and pragmatism.
Being Singaporean is perhaps one of the most intriguing and unique experiences one can be born into. We are a people misplaced, living in an absence of culture � if you define culture in the traditional way. In fact, we have created a culture that is solely of Practicality. Yes, it is true � we are not Singaporean Chinese/Malay/Indian/Others, we are Singaporean Practical. Our dominant language, English, is the language of convenience and "globalization"; our Singaporean Dream is not the "everybody can be someone if they try" hope of the American Dream, but the single-minded pursuit of materialism and tangible comfort. Isn�t it strange how pragmatism and idealism have become such opposing forces in our society, when they are not mutually exclusive? Idealism, in Singaporean terminology, is the stuff dreams and young aspirations are made of � something that, in our society, is viewed as a "phase", a thing we�re supposed to grow out of and in our maturity and adulthood look back at, with the wisdom of a deadened mind and heart.
We are engineers of words, but when you create your machines, you don�t kill your tools, or the metal bits and pieces that make up your creation the way we suck the words of their meanings, life and soul. When you built your machines or write a computer programme, do you feel your own soul lost in the agony of that prostitution, that desecration of language for practicality?
It is 3 am in the morning, and maybe I am just caught in a narcolepsy of meritocracy and pragmatism that I�ll wake up from, come the sane light of morning. And perhaps you think me strange for thinking of these things, but I guess at heart I�ve always been a bit out of this world, a bit removed. If idealism and dreams are a sin, let me never see the cold white light of heaven�s gates.
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Monday, October 11, 2004
I have this crazy urge to sit in the middle of the field behind my block with a flashlight at night, and just study there. I went for a walk just now to get away from the comp... and standing there with the sweetish scent of dew-drenched grass crushed beneath my feet, the crickets and frogs chorusing unseen, the dark blue expanse of sky hiding invisible stars from my light-accustomed eyes...
Peace would be to lay down on the grass and sink into blameless oblivion.
In other news, was so bored I drew a dragon today. I blame it on the fact that one of the guys we're studying for communication history is named Norbert.
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Sunday, October 10, 2004
(by Carol Ann Duffy)
I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.
Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me
with a look, standing here whilst cool late light
dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,
but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,
into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.
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Saturday, October 09, 2004
DIE, Jerry Ong, DIE. He just redefined really bad lor. If he really becomes the SG Idol, I don't want to be Singaporean liao.
| So Unsexy
by Alanis Morissette
Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make
Me feel the way I thought only my father could
Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to me
One forgotten birthday I'm all but cooked
How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
I'm 13 again, am I 13 for good?
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind
Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated
When will I stop leaving baby?
When will I stop deserting baby?
When will I start staying with myself?
Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally
Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly
The moment I decide not to abandon me
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Friday, October 08, 2004
In other news, have a new computer! My old one exploded, apparently. Literally. O_O Don't ask me what I did to it, because I sure as hell don't have a clue. But I get a new 80gb HDD and 3ghz ram, I'm not complaining... files that were lost, *shrugs* Just too bad. Blank slate.
| Make that definitely barking up the wrong tree. Damn I need to change my layout...
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Thursday, October 07, 2004
(Maria to Michael, "Roswell")
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After all these centuries
That war gives birth to war
War gives birth to war?
That�s how the murder plague grows
Unless we stop it.
(Adrian Mitchell)
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Tuesday, October 05, 2004
I have four papers due on the week before deadweek, plus one design project that I've barely started on! And I still haven't started studying for anything yet! *dies* Project work is fun, and the subjects are fun, but there just isn't enough time. I have this very bad feeling I'm going to go for my exams and smoke my way through. Another semester full of 'C's... damn sian.
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Sunday, October 03, 2004
Also, had a rather fun presentation on Friday. Would have been fun-ner, had the stupid lecturer been hung upside down from those meat hooks they have in slaughterhouses, and had her fat tongue gouged out (sorry, stupid people tend to make me murderous and vaguely psychotic). If it hadn't been a group project, I would have committed grade-suicide by telling her to shut the fuck up and done things my way, with total disregard for her. Oh wait, I already do that. Except for the telling her to fuck off in her face part.
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