Ever wondered why women are so crazy about diamonds?
There's a saying that goes "Diamonds are a girl's best friend".I wouldn't know if that's entirely true or not,because I'm not that type.
To me,what use is a tiny see-through rock?It doesn't symbolise love,that's what I think.It's so useless,apart from the fact that it can fetch a sum of money,but if I were the diamond-loving type,I wouldn't sell it,right?
I can't generalise,either.Not all women like/love diamonds.
It's been a really boring day.I set my alarm at 10am,but turned it off and went back to sleep,only awaking at about 12.30pm.At least I didn't awake at 2pm instead,which is usually the case when I ignore my alarm.
Went to Jack's Place for lunch,had the sirloin steak set.I ordered "Medium",but it turned out too rare.I might as well have carved it off the cow myself and eaten it straight.I couldn't even chew on it properly.
Dad asked the manager to cook it to "Medium-well" for me.The manager took the steak away and ended up giving me an entirely new plate of sirloin steak,complete with "new" vegetables and fries!
Wow.
After lunch,I went to the library to return a few ditsy teen books I borrowed a few days ago.The photocopy shop below my flat still has my borrowed "Hannibal Rising",and the "Just Enough Italian-How to get by and be easily understood" is still in my room.Borrowed another ditsy book and the "Just Enough French-How to get by and be easily understood".
Spent the rest of my afternoon cooped up in my stuffy bedroom,reading the newly-borrowed ditsy book,and laughing at myself when I tried to speak French.I realised that it's so much easier to pronounce and speak Italian.It's closely-related to English.
Took a shower,had mee hoon kway for dinner,ate some strawberries and then here I am now.
I have just made plans to study with Si Jia tomorrow morning at AMK Library.We actually planned to meet at 10am,then she changed it to 9.55am,as if 5 minutes would make a difference.She said she got there at 10.05am last Sunday and there weren't any seats left,so we'd better be more kiasu and get there earlier tomorrow.
I have promised myself a big Ben & Jerry's "Cherry Garcia" cone after my exams,since I was sick and not allowed to eat anything diary when it was free-cone day.
I'm working towards at least a pass in every subject except Math,which I know is really too hopeless.Not sure if I can pass SS,given the circumstances,but I'm hoping the markers would be lenient.Not sure if I can pass my English,either.It seems/seemed hopeless,because there was no compo to save me,and the compre was especially difficult.The most difficult one I've ever done,actually.
Could they get any more cruel?
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Thursday,Apr 26th 2007
With so many deadlines to meet,my patience is running thin.
At the start of the year 2007,I did all my homework on time,squeezed in time for play also.Managed to do all that and still meet deadlines.Now,I feel myself starting to lag.My patience is running thin.I had SYF,started to lag in homework,though only once for Math and Geog.
Am quite worried,because exams are dreadfully near.Too near for me to start lagging now.Luckily,most of the things that are tested for the Mid-Years have already been taught.Need to do more Math papers.They don't seem so bad now.I find it quite satisfying when I can arrive at the correct answers through correct workings.However,I still curse when I don't.
My elaboration skills have improved in the areas of Geog and SS,I think.It's much better than it was before.I used to get stuck at the very beginning of my answers.I guess it hasn't really improved for Geog.My elaboration skills still suck for English,especially for essay-writing,but luckily English Mid-Years are over,and essay-writing wasn't tested anyway.
I have finally gotten past both English and Chinese orals.No,not passed them.I wouldn't know if I passed or not.I'm quite sure I almost failed my English oral,because Mrs Nicholas' words were "didn't fail,but wasn't exactly excellent either".It sounded terribly sacarstic and annoying.
Chinese oral was over really quickly,but it was quite terrible.I was afraid that Mdm Hong would start yelling at me or something because I kept getting stuck in my conversation.Her patience must've been severely tested.
Am feeling a little panicky because I have to hand in my 5 art prep boards tomorrow.I have a feeling my sketches and stylisations aren't enough to cover 2 boards.How I wish those boards were smaller..
Also,what the hell is "experiment with different materials" on board 5?I'm supposed to paste the materials,or what?
Finally found the song "Miracles Happen" by Myra on imeem.com.Tried to find it a few years ago when I first watched "The Princess Diaries",but I couldn't tell which was which from the short samples they had on Amazon.com.Found a few other songs,like "Someday" by Nickelback,"I'll Be" by Edwin McCain,"Qi Li Xiang" by Jay Chou.Now I'll just have to start asking around to see who has the songs to send to me.
At the start of the year 2007,I did all my homework on time,squeezed in time for play also.Managed to do all that and still meet deadlines.Now,I feel myself starting to lag.My patience is running thin.I had SYF,started to lag in homework,though only once for Math and Geog.
Am quite worried,because exams are dreadfully near.Too near for me to start lagging now.Luckily,most of the things that are tested for the Mid-Years have already been taught.Need to do more Math papers.They don't seem so bad now.I find it quite satisfying when I can arrive at the correct answers through correct workings.However,I still curse when I don't.
My elaboration skills have improved in the areas of Geog and SS,I think.It's much better than it was before.I used to get stuck at the very beginning of my answers.I guess it hasn't really improved for Geog.My elaboration skills still suck for English,especially for essay-writing,but luckily English Mid-Years are over,and essay-writing wasn't tested anyway.
I have finally gotten past both English and Chinese orals.No,not passed them.I wouldn't know if I passed or not.I'm quite sure I almost failed my English oral,because Mrs Nicholas' words were "didn't fail,but wasn't exactly excellent either".It sounded terribly sacarstic and annoying.
Chinese oral was over really quickly,but it was quite terrible.I was afraid that Mdm Hong would start yelling at me or something because I kept getting stuck in my conversation.Her patience must've been severely tested.
Am feeling a little panicky because I have to hand in my 5 art prep boards tomorrow.I have a feeling my sketches and stylisations aren't enough to cover 2 boards.How I wish those boards were smaller..
Also,what the hell is "experiment with different materials" on board 5?I'm supposed to paste the materials,or what?
Finally found the song "Miracles Happen" by Myra on imeem.com.Tried to find it a few years ago when I first watched "The Princess Diaries",but I couldn't tell which was which from the short samples they had on Amazon.com.Found a few other songs,like "Someday" by Nickelback,"I'll Be" by Edwin McCain,"Qi Li Xiang" by Jay Chou.Now I'll just have to start asking around to see who has the songs to send to me.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Tuesday,Apr 24th 2007
Things are getting awkward again.
Too tired to think straight.Problems with speech since 5pm+.Drained physically,mentally,vocally.
I want the song "Qi Li Xiang" by Jay Chou.I know I'm slow,but that can't be helped in the area of Chinese pop.
Very disappointed with the choir.Went out of tune,rushed,didn't breathe enough,too stressed on stage.I don't even want to talk about it,but it was really disappointing for me,as a senior.
Blah blah blah.
I still have Ms Yip's Geog homework to complete,which I haven't done and I probably don't have the strength to write anything.Pressing keys is much easier than having to concentrate on the movement of the pen,etc.I can also type faster than write.Ms Yip is going to kill me.
No,she won't.She'd just give me this scary soft-volumed lecture and then book me for defiance or something.
Can't think anymore.
Too tired to think straight.Problems with speech since 5pm+.Drained physically,mentally,vocally.
I want the song "Qi Li Xiang" by Jay Chou.I know I'm slow,but that can't be helped in the area of Chinese pop.
Very disappointed with the choir.Went out of tune,rushed,didn't breathe enough,too stressed on stage.I don't even want to talk about it,but it was really disappointing for me,as a senior.
Blah blah blah.
I still have Ms Yip's Geog homework to complete,which I haven't done and I probably don't have the strength to write anything.Pressing keys is much easier than having to concentrate on the movement of the pen,etc.I can also type faster than write.Ms Yip is going to kill me.
No,she won't.She'd just give me this scary soft-volumed lecture and then book me for defiance or something.
Can't think anymore.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Sat,Apr 21st 2007
I had dinner out tonight.I went to the new foodcourt at AMK Hub.It was difficult to find seats there,when my parents and I finally did,we sat down.Mom went to order her food.
A few tables away sat a group of foreigners.I assume this because they didn't speak like/dress like/look like locals.What's more,they seemed to find the foodcourt strangely interesting,and were taking photos of themselves,etc.I think they were Indonesian.Anyway,they were sitting at a table,squashed together,ready for a photoshot.They got a passer-by to take a photo of them,for them.The guy whom they asked got ready with their camera,but was stopped by a cleaner working in the foodcourt.
I just realised these cleaners are treated like dirt by society.Like I've said before,society is cruel.At the moment,I can't think of anything worse.
The poor cleaner blocked the shot.She tried to explain,in Mandrin,that photo-taking wasn't allowed in the foodcourt,according to rules set.She was of course,ignored by that stupid guy.The stupid guy just shrugged her off.She had to give up and get on with her job cleaning,poor woman.
I wonder if it would've made any difference if she had a different job?
Oh,and may I ask why everyone is so shocked by the "big" Virginia Tech massacre?I mean,you know,not that I don't feel sorry for the people who died in it,but why are people so shocked that 33 people died?Millions of people die all over the world everyday but nobody seems to care.33 people are gunned down and suddenly the world has gone mad.Logically speaking,it's no use taking measures to prevent it in Virginia Tech after this,because shooting rampages can happen anytime,anywhere.
Also,why are animals so insignificant compared to human beings?If an animal is killed,nobody gives it another thought.If a person is killed,the world goes crazy.Don't you find it quite unfair?It's not as if animals are lifeless things that don't feel pain,don't have feelings,whatsoever.
I had another dream last night:
It was like a zoo.People were viewing serial killers through glass panels like they were animals.There was Ed Gein [A real life serial killer whom I researched on,he was a cannibal].I walked past his glass panel.When I made a round and walked past his panel again,there was suddenly a big commotion.People in the crowd were shouting and jostling.Ed Gein had disappeared.
Later on,I went to the toilets with some people whom I was with (I can't remember who).Then for some reason,near an elevator,I blacked out.When I regained consciousness,I was in a room.There was a bed,a desk,windows with metal bars across all of it's panels except one.I didn't think twice about smashing the glass with my fist and escaping,although I didn't know where I was or who had brought me there.I was on the second level,so I had to climb down to the first,down a pipe that stuck to the side of a wall outside.The scene looked suspiciously like the school at Thompson Rd before we moved in 2006.
I was on the grass.Dunno how,but I caught sight of Ed Gein and 2 men walking towards the building I had escaped from.
I had to think quickly.If I pretended I was dead and lay in a drain,I couldn't escape,because he would chop me up and eat me anyway,so either way,I would have died.The only way I could get out of that place alive was to run,run for my life.
The people who were with me back at the "zoo" were captured and both managed to escape,too.We ran and ran and ran.Ed Gein spotted us and gave chase.I ran until blood pounded in my ears,but I didn't stop,I couldn't.I didn't want to die.
We reached one of those high green wire fences you always see in ball courts to keep balls from flying out.We had to climb over it,which we did.Anything to get away.After we climbed over,we continued to run.I kept running,hoping to find safety far away from that place,from that man.
A few tables away sat a group of foreigners.I assume this because they didn't speak like/dress like/look like locals.What's more,they seemed to find the foodcourt strangely interesting,and were taking photos of themselves,etc.I think they were Indonesian.Anyway,they were sitting at a table,squashed together,ready for a photoshot.They got a passer-by to take a photo of them,for them.The guy whom they asked got ready with their camera,but was stopped by a cleaner working in the foodcourt.
I just realised these cleaners are treated like dirt by society.Like I've said before,society is cruel.At the moment,I can't think of anything worse.
The poor cleaner blocked the shot.She tried to explain,in Mandrin,that photo-taking wasn't allowed in the foodcourt,according to rules set.She was of course,ignored by that stupid guy.The stupid guy just shrugged her off.She had to give up and get on with her job cleaning,poor woman.
I wonder if it would've made any difference if she had a different job?
Oh,and may I ask why everyone is so shocked by the "big" Virginia Tech massacre?I mean,you know,not that I don't feel sorry for the people who died in it,but why are people so shocked that 33 people died?Millions of people die all over the world everyday but nobody seems to care.33 people are gunned down and suddenly the world has gone mad.Logically speaking,it's no use taking measures to prevent it in Virginia Tech after this,because shooting rampages can happen anytime,anywhere.
Also,why are animals so insignificant compared to human beings?If an animal is killed,nobody gives it another thought.If a person is killed,the world goes crazy.Don't you find it quite unfair?It's not as if animals are lifeless things that don't feel pain,don't have feelings,whatsoever.
I had another dream last night:
It was like a zoo.People were viewing serial killers through glass panels like they were animals.There was Ed Gein [A real life serial killer whom I researched on,he was a cannibal].I walked past his glass panel.When I made a round and walked past his panel again,there was suddenly a big commotion.People in the crowd were shouting and jostling.Ed Gein had disappeared.
Later on,I went to the toilets with some people whom I was with (I can't remember who).Then for some reason,near an elevator,I blacked out.When I regained consciousness,I was in a room.There was a bed,a desk,windows with metal bars across all of it's panels except one.I didn't think twice about smashing the glass with my fist and escaping,although I didn't know where I was or who had brought me there.I was on the second level,so I had to climb down to the first,down a pipe that stuck to the side of a wall outside.The scene looked suspiciously like the school at Thompson Rd before we moved in 2006.
I was on the grass.Dunno how,but I caught sight of Ed Gein and 2 men walking towards the building I had escaped from.
I had to think quickly.If I pretended I was dead and lay in a drain,I couldn't escape,because he would chop me up and eat me anyway,so either way,I would have died.The only way I could get out of that place alive was to run,run for my life.
The people who were with me back at the "zoo" were captured and both managed to escape,too.We ran and ran and ran.Ed Gein spotted us and gave chase.I ran until blood pounded in my ears,but I didn't stop,I couldn't.I didn't want to die.
We reached one of those high green wire fences you always see in ball courts to keep balls from flying out.We had to climb over it,which we did.Anything to get away.After we climbed over,we continued to run.I kept running,hoping to find safety far away from that place,from that man.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Thursday,Apr 19th 2007
Society is evil.
It has influenced my father into thinking that girls can only have long hair.What's his problem?!First he keeps asking me to go for a haircut,then when I opt for short hair,he says I cannot cut anymore?Bloody hell.
Who the hell said that guys couldn't like pink and have long hair?Who said girls couldn't have short hair?WHO?!
Curse that person to death.
It seems to me now that society has more bad sides than good.I can't even think of any good sides of it.Society is so unwilling to accept,so narrow-minded,and so bloody stubborn there's no way they'll budge.
Stupid.
It has influenced my father into thinking that girls can only have long hair.What's his problem?!First he keeps asking me to go for a haircut,then when I opt for short hair,he says I cannot cut anymore?Bloody hell.
Who the hell said that guys couldn't like pink and have long hair?Who said girls couldn't have short hair?WHO?!
Curse that person to death.
It seems to me now that society has more bad sides than good.I can't even think of any good sides of it.Society is so unwilling to accept,so narrow-minded,and so bloody stubborn there's no way they'll budge.
Stupid.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Wed,Apr 18th 2007
I have decided that one of the ways to practice "writing" is to blog. Of course, since tomorrow is my English paper, I had better type properly.
There are so many things going on in my life right now. There are exams, homework, SYF, constant worrying about a lot of things. One of them is choir, and how I am going to cope with it as well as my schoolwork. It was never much of a problem before, because I never really did my schoolwork until this year. I also fear that once my fellow Sec 4 choristers leave, the standard of the choir would drop, in terms of discipline, and also vocally as a choir.
Once they leave, I would be all alone again.
Sigh.
It is such a constant struggle to finish my schoolwork, as well as pay attention in class and try to absorb everything that is taught. Yet, I keep finding people breathing down my neck, forcing me to work harder.
That is what I hate about success, and the one thing I like about failure.
Take failing a test as an example.
If you were never good at Math, and you have been failing Math tests and exams for at least seven years, people's expectations of you would be that you fail Math again, but of course they would keep hoping for you to pass.
Eventually, you do pass, due to some kind of miracle. You just made it past the passing mark. Of course, even you would feel happy for yourself. However, from then on, people expect more of you. They develop greater expectations of you, and if you do not meet those expectations, everybody would be utterly disappointed.
Even I cannot see why, because nobody is perfect.
It has been exhausting trying to get through "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. "The Christmas Mystery" and "Through a Glass, Darkly" were much more straightforward and easy to understand. There is a lot of philosophy in "Sophie's World", sometimes boring, but I have found many interesting questions in that book. They require deep thought, but are fun to think about. You can come up with your own theories.
I had better stop here. Am still a little sick. I could not even eat ice-cream on Ben & Jerry's free cone day, and I absolutely love their ice-cream! Dearest Cherry Garcia.. My doctor said I cannot consume anything spicy, oily, or anything to do with milk. I have not had a decent night's sleep for the past two weeks. Not one consisted of at least eight hours. If I want to do well and be able to concentrate during the exam tomorrow, I had better turn in early tonight.
There are so many things going on in my life right now. There are exams, homework, SYF, constant worrying about a lot of things. One of them is choir, and how I am going to cope with it as well as my schoolwork. It was never much of a problem before, because I never really did my schoolwork until this year. I also fear that once my fellow Sec 4 choristers leave, the standard of the choir would drop, in terms of discipline, and also vocally as a choir.
Once they leave, I would be all alone again.
Sigh.
It is such a constant struggle to finish my schoolwork, as well as pay attention in class and try to absorb everything that is taught. Yet, I keep finding people breathing down my neck, forcing me to work harder.
That is what I hate about success, and the one thing I like about failure.
Take failing a test as an example.
If you were never good at Math, and you have been failing Math tests and exams for at least seven years, people's expectations of you would be that you fail Math again, but of course they would keep hoping for you to pass.
Eventually, you do pass, due to some kind of miracle. You just made it past the passing mark. Of course, even you would feel happy for yourself. However, from then on, people expect more of you. They develop greater expectations of you, and if you do not meet those expectations, everybody would be utterly disappointed.
Even I cannot see why, because nobody is perfect.
It has been exhausting trying to get through "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. "The Christmas Mystery" and "Through a Glass, Darkly" were much more straightforward and easy to understand. There is a lot of philosophy in "Sophie's World", sometimes boring, but I have found many interesting questions in that book. They require deep thought, but are fun to think about. You can come up with your own theories.
I had better stop here. Am still a little sick. I could not even eat ice-cream on Ben & Jerry's free cone day, and I absolutely love their ice-cream! Dearest Cherry Garcia.. My doctor said I cannot consume anything spicy, oily, or anything to do with milk. I have not had a decent night's sleep for the past two weeks. Not one consisted of at least eight hours. If I want to do well and be able to concentrate during the exam tomorrow, I had better turn in early tonight.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sunday,Apr 15th 2007
Learnt to play "Moon River" and "As The Deer" on the piano today!If you try these few songs,you'll realise that they make use of the same few chords -_-"
I'm not sure if I played them correctly,but I think it's a start.
A very,very slow start.
Tsk!
Today,I was awoken by mom's shrill talking.I think she was talking about dogs.She was excited about the fact that a pet shop in Joo Chiat was closing down and thus giving away free dogs,though of very limited number and species/breed (which one to use,I forgot?).Most were of the large kind.Anyway,we didn't get any.I guess it isn't that big a loss,I already have Rabbit.
I woke up close to 9am.Waited till everyone was out of the house,except for my brother,who was in deep sleep,then I got up,washed up and dawdled for some,ate grapes and some milk chocolate for breakfast.Yeah,I know.What an unhealthy breakfast,but my choice was quite limited.Texted dad and asked him if he could bring me to the doctor since mom could claim the fee from her company.He replied "get ready now".
While waiting,I ate my breakfast and watched "Power Rangers" on TV -_-"
An hour and a half later,they finally came home,and they brought me to my doctor.Dermatologist cum doctor.Blah blah blah happened inbetween,I can't really remember.Too tired now.Dr.Chan gave me tablets to take,3 times a day,5 tablets each time.
That excludes the "poison" tablets I have to take twice a week.
Poor me.
Spent my afternoon watching "With Honours" on Channel 5.Cried while watching,it was sad at one point.Also,I never knew Brendan Fraser was so tall!
Then,I did my homework,which was Bio (bloody thick!) and SS.
I'm worried because I can't remember if we were given Math homework or not.I remember Mrs Khoo storming out of the class because she thought we weren't using the time she gave us,wisely.I can't remember what else she told us,except that we have to bring the 2 past years papers we did to class the next lesson.
I've been having a stiff neck,and I don't know why.It's only 9.40pm,but I'm tired already.
I'm not sure if I played them correctly,but I think it's a start.
A very,very slow start.
Tsk!
Today,I was awoken by mom's shrill talking.I think she was talking about dogs.She was excited about the fact that a pet shop in Joo Chiat was closing down and thus giving away free dogs,though of very limited number and species/breed (which one to use,I forgot?).Most were of the large kind.Anyway,we didn't get any.I guess it isn't that big a loss,I already have Rabbit.
I woke up close to 9am.Waited till everyone was out of the house,except for my brother,who was in deep sleep,then I got up,washed up and dawdled for some,ate grapes and some milk chocolate for breakfast.Yeah,I know.What an unhealthy breakfast,but my choice was quite limited.Texted dad and asked him if he could bring me to the doctor since mom could claim the fee from her company.He replied "get ready now".
While waiting,I ate my breakfast and watched "Power Rangers" on TV -_-"
An hour and a half later,they finally came home,and they brought me to my doctor.Dermatologist cum doctor.Blah blah blah happened inbetween,I can't really remember.Too tired now.Dr.Chan gave me tablets to take,3 times a day,5 tablets each time.
That excludes the "poison" tablets I have to take twice a week.
Poor me.
Spent my afternoon watching "With Honours" on Channel 5.Cried while watching,it was sad at one point.Also,I never knew Brendan Fraser was so tall!
Then,I did my homework,which was Bio (bloody thick!) and SS.
I'm worried because I can't remember if we were given Math homework or not.I remember Mrs Khoo storming out of the class because she thought we weren't using the time she gave us,wisely.I can't remember what else she told us,except that we have to bring the 2 past years papers we did to class the next lesson.
I've been having a stiff neck,and I don't know why.It's only 9.40pm,but I'm tired already.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Saturday,April 14th 2007
I feel so insulted!
Was on Yahoo! Answers,asked a question about "Murder and Fun",if they ever associated the two.Some woman called me a "sick ****" and reported me.Lol.So I reported her back.It wasn't fair of her,I simply asked a question!
Several people who have answered that question have labelled me "crazy" and "sociopath".What gets to people so much?
10 days to SYF!!!
Had choir this morning.It wasn't a bad practice.The sec 2s,3s,and 5s had to go for their 2.4km run,so for most of the practice,only the sec 1s and 4s were present.We learnt a little of "Magos a rutafa",this Hungarian song which I last performed in Sec 1.It feels good picking it up again after 2 years,vaguely knowing how to sing it,notes especially,except maybe for the first page.The end of the first page,I'm not really sure about.Managed to teach juniors,I think they're going to be fine with the song.The language needs some getting-used-to,though.
I'm getting better at Chinese songs, too.Getting better at following the lyrics and singing along.For someone like me,it's not easy,but it's getting less tiring trying to guess the words in the booklet of lyrics.Don't forget in some songs,the rhythm is much faster than in others.
Also,I discovered that playing the piano is actually fun.I don't (and never did) like music theory much,but playing keys on the piano is quite fun,especially when you hit the right chords and it makes music.I only knew the VERY basics of piano,I took lessons long ago.I learnt to play "Seek Ye First" and "Father,I Thank You" by myself today!!!
Nice accomplishment after so long.
Still ill.I wonder what's happening in my body's digestive system?Something clogged up?Might be a bile issue.Scary.
Family isn't displaying any signs of worry,I've been sick for a week now.
You know,I've been thinking,if one is suffering from a terminal illness,why should he try to fight it?Shouldn't he just accept what's coming to him?
Was on Yahoo! Answers,asked a question about "Murder and Fun",if they ever associated the two.Some woman called me a "sick ****" and reported me.Lol.So I reported her back.It wasn't fair of her,I simply asked a question!
Several people who have answered that question have labelled me "crazy" and "sociopath".What gets to people so much?
10 days to SYF!!!
Had choir this morning.It wasn't a bad practice.The sec 2s,3s,and 5s had to go for their 2.4km run,so for most of the practice,only the sec 1s and 4s were present.We learnt a little of "Magos a rutafa",this Hungarian song which I last performed in Sec 1.It feels good picking it up again after 2 years,vaguely knowing how to sing it,notes especially,except maybe for the first page.The end of the first page,I'm not really sure about.Managed to teach juniors,I think they're going to be fine with the song.The language needs some getting-used-to,though.
I'm getting better at Chinese songs, too.Getting better at following the lyrics and singing along.For someone like me,it's not easy,but it's getting less tiring trying to guess the words in the booklet of lyrics.Don't forget in some songs,the rhythm is much faster than in others.
Also,I discovered that playing the piano is actually fun.I don't (and never did) like music theory much,but playing keys on the piano is quite fun,especially when you hit the right chords and it makes music.I only knew the VERY basics of piano,I took lessons long ago.I learnt to play "Seek Ye First" and "Father,I Thank You" by myself today!!!
Nice accomplishment after so long.
Still ill.I wonder what's happening in my body's digestive system?Something clogged up?Might be a bile issue.Scary.
Family isn't displaying any signs of worry,I've been sick for a week now.
You know,I've been thinking,if one is suffering from a terminal illness,why should he try to fight it?Shouldn't he just accept what's coming to him?
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Tuesday,April 10th 2007
I had a dream last night.
It was more of a nightmare,but I didn't wake up crying or in cold sweat.It was quite frightening,though.
My dream went like this:
It was very near choir's SYF day,and I was getting my choir gown ready and stuff.For some odd reason,I decided to make soup while waiting for time to pass,the time between then and the time for a full dress rehersal at VCH.
I didn't have flavouring for my soup,so I brought plain water to a boil and hunted around for something to flavour it.
Finding nothing,my eyes landed on my dear pet rabbit.
Even while I was dreaming,I somehow saw how stupid my own thinking was when I was me in my dream.However,the "Me" in my dream didn't know how stupid her thinking was.
She thought that her rabbit could spare some juice and flavouring to/for the soup after boiling in the pot for awhile and somehow still be alive minutes later.She thought that her rabbit wouldn't die if she put it into the pot of boiling water.
So she did.
Eight minutes later,after she came back from the bathroom,she looked in and saw a shrunken rabbit,less than half it's original size.She expected the head to be the only "alive" part of the rabbit,but how silly of her.
To her horror,half of the shrunken rabbit's face had hardened,eye and all.It was all brown and baked earth-like.
It was boiling,boiling...
And she wept at her stupidity.
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I think I've been reading/thinking too much (about) Hannibal Rising.
In the book,two things were boiled in the copper baby bathtub that belonged to Mischa.One was a little deer that was hunted by the soldiers who took refuge in the lodge where Hannibal and Mischa were hiding,the other thing was Mischa herself.
Hannibal had memories of the skull of the deer bubbling in the baby bathtub,it's horns hitting against the side as if making a last desperate attempt to butt it's way out.
I'm still ill,I've been since Sunday morning.I was fine yesterday,although I tried not to move around too much.This morning I ran 7 rounds around the track for morning run(s),and I had a pretty unhealthy recess.A piece of roti prata and a piece of fried egg.Thinking about that now,I feel sick.Little bit of honey when I was trying the samples at the temporary honey stall set up by some people in the canteen.I had a bad headache during some classes.
It was raining,so I asked dad to fetch me from school.He took exactly half an hour to get there.What is this?!He only takes about 15 minutes to fetch me to school.Of course,there are always delays,so lets make that 20 mins.
Oh yeah,while we're typing about this,I would like to add how difficult it is for me to get to school on time in the morning.
Choir just increased morning run(s) to twice a week,and we have to start latest by 7.10am.If I don't get there on time,my attendence won't be taken,then I'll be scolded,probably by Mrs Low.
How unfair is it if you're the first one to wake up at 5.50am every school day and is the one scolded for being late?I'll tell you why.When you're hurrying people at 6.40am,they say it's still too early.STILL TOO EARLY.
I can't stand my father's taunting face when I keep quiet after he says that because he knows that without him,I wouldn't be able to get to school on time.No,be it on time or not.I can't take the MRT because he'll suddenly become suspicious and go crazy about why I have to be in school so "early".
At 6.45am,people are still choosing clothes,what to wear,etc.It's bloody annoying.I don't even want to read/hear any comments on it.DON'T.
Can't you people see how difficult things are for me?It's not as if I'm running in the morning by CHOICE.Who the hell wants to wake up so early and have to make everyone else unhappy,just to go early enough to run?!
Just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean I'm not a person.
I don't feel like elaborating on that now.
Back to the topic of me being sick.
I think it was the Mac & Cheese that made me feel sick again today.I had that for lunch,perhaps it was too cheesy for my ill-conditioned digestive system to take.I couldn't finish the meal anyway.I drank a bottle of Yakult after that,all while watching "There's Something About Mary".
Took a shower,did some Math homework,felt too sick to complete.I felt strangely bloated and felt like vomiting.I lay daydreaming for awhile,then came outside to use the computer because I remembered my dream and wanted to blog about it.
It's now 8.33pm,I haven't had my dinner.Still feeling sick.Hands injured in many places.Poked by thick wire,thin wire,thinner wire,impaled by a pencil & safety-pin,cut by metal toilet-roll holders,cut by paper,bruised by watch,by wire,and being accidentally hit by people...
English Oral Prelims are tomorrow.I don't know how I'll do.Worried about my Accounts homework because I have no idea how to go about doing it.Just remembered the two English compres Ms Yip gave us today.I can almost swear just thinking about them,and how I'm going to have choir after Eng Oral tomorrow and get home really late with no time to complete,and my uncompleted Math homework as well,don't forget that we've to draw those stupid diagrams.Speed-time graphs/Velocity-time graphs/Distance-time graphs...There's SS tomorrow and we were supposed to do Q 1(b) from the 5-yrs series.I did that already,but I'm not sure if my answer will be considered acceptable.Curse the people who introduced Social Studies to the world.
Oh no,Mom just told me to drink some soup.
It was more of a nightmare,but I didn't wake up crying or in cold sweat.It was quite frightening,though.
My dream went like this:
It was very near choir's SYF day,and I was getting my choir gown ready and stuff.For some odd reason,I decided to make soup while waiting for time to pass,the time between then and the time for a full dress rehersal at VCH.
I didn't have flavouring for my soup,so I brought plain water to a boil and hunted around for something to flavour it.
Finding nothing,my eyes landed on my dear pet rabbit.
Even while I was dreaming,I somehow saw how stupid my own thinking was when I was me in my dream.However,the "Me" in my dream didn't know how stupid her thinking was.
She thought that her rabbit could spare some juice and flavouring to/for the soup after boiling in the pot for awhile and somehow still be alive minutes later.She thought that her rabbit wouldn't die if she put it into the pot of boiling water.
So she did.
Eight minutes later,after she came back from the bathroom,she looked in and saw a shrunken rabbit,less than half it's original size.She expected the head to be the only "alive" part of the rabbit,but how silly of her.
To her horror,half of the shrunken rabbit's face had hardened,eye and all.It was all brown and baked earth-like.
It was boiling,boiling...
And she wept at her stupidity.
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I think I've been reading/thinking too much (about) Hannibal Rising.
In the book,two things were boiled in the copper baby bathtub that belonged to Mischa.One was a little deer that was hunted by the soldiers who took refuge in the lodge where Hannibal and Mischa were hiding,the other thing was Mischa herself.
Hannibal had memories of the skull of the deer bubbling in the baby bathtub,it's horns hitting against the side as if making a last desperate attempt to butt it's way out.
I'm still ill,I've been since Sunday morning.I was fine yesterday,although I tried not to move around too much.This morning I ran 7 rounds around the track for morning run(s),and I had a pretty unhealthy recess.A piece of roti prata and a piece of fried egg.Thinking about that now,I feel sick.Little bit of honey when I was trying the samples at the temporary honey stall set up by some people in the canteen.I had a bad headache during some classes.
It was raining,so I asked dad to fetch me from school.He took exactly half an hour to get there.What is this?!He only takes about 15 minutes to fetch me to school.Of course,there are always delays,so lets make that 20 mins.
Oh yeah,while we're typing about this,I would like to add how difficult it is for me to get to school on time in the morning.
Choir just increased morning run(s) to twice a week,and we have to start latest by 7.10am.If I don't get there on time,my attendence won't be taken,then I'll be scolded,probably by Mrs Low.
How unfair is it if you're the first one to wake up at 5.50am every school day and is the one scolded for being late?I'll tell you why.When you're hurrying people at 6.40am,they say it's still too early.STILL TOO EARLY.
I can't stand my father's taunting face when I keep quiet after he says that because he knows that without him,I wouldn't be able to get to school on time.No,be it on time or not.I can't take the MRT because he'll suddenly become suspicious and go crazy about why I have to be in school so "early".
At 6.45am,people are still choosing clothes,what to wear,etc.It's bloody annoying.I don't even want to read/hear any comments on it.DON'T.
Can't you people see how difficult things are for me?It's not as if I'm running in the morning by CHOICE.Who the hell wants to wake up so early and have to make everyone else unhappy,just to go early enough to run?!
Just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean I'm not a person.
I don't feel like elaborating on that now.
Back to the topic of me being sick.
I think it was the Mac & Cheese that made me feel sick again today.I had that for lunch,perhaps it was too cheesy for my ill-conditioned digestive system to take.I couldn't finish the meal anyway.I drank a bottle of Yakult after that,all while watching "There's Something About Mary".
Took a shower,did some Math homework,felt too sick to complete.I felt strangely bloated and felt like vomiting.I lay daydreaming for awhile,then came outside to use the computer because I remembered my dream and wanted to blog about it.
It's now 8.33pm,I haven't had my dinner.Still feeling sick.Hands injured in many places.Poked by thick wire,thin wire,thinner wire,impaled by a pencil & safety-pin,cut by metal toilet-roll holders,cut by paper,bruised by watch,by wire,and being accidentally hit by people...
English Oral Prelims are tomorrow.I don't know how I'll do.Worried about my Accounts homework because I have no idea how to go about doing it.Just remembered the two English compres Ms Yip gave us today.I can almost swear just thinking about them,and how I'm going to have choir after Eng Oral tomorrow and get home really late with no time to complete,and my uncompleted Math homework as well,don't forget that we've to draw those stupid diagrams.Speed-time graphs/Velocity-time graphs/Distance-time graphs...There's SS tomorrow and we were supposed to do Q 1(b) from the 5-yrs series.I did that already,but I'm not sure if my answer will be considered acceptable.Curse the people who introduced Social Studies to the world.
Oh no,Mom just told me to drink some soup.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Sunday,Apr 8th 2007
Just my luck to be sick on Easter Sunday!Thought it was a day when everyone would rejoice.
It's only 2.49pm,and since 8am I've suffered from diarrhoea and vomiting.I won't gross you guys out with details,but I feel terrible.Can't even eat properly!Tried to do a little Math homework,but feel too terrible to complete it.I haven't touched paper 2.If I'm feeling better I'll try again later.
I'm more worried about my Chinese homework,which I totally forgot about until half an hour ago.I left the newspaper in school,and Chinese is first thing tomorrow morning!I'm so gonna die.Lao shi would never believe my long-winded but truthful explanation.I wouldn't either,if I were her.
Couldn't sleep well last night.Felt terrible around 7am this morning.Thought the terrible feeling was gonna pass,so I ignored it and stayed in bed till about 8am,couldn't take it anymore and sat up in bed.See,the most pitiful thing about me was that I wasn't comfortable in any position.When lying down,my tummy/intestines hurt.When I sat up,I felt like vomiting.When I stood up,I felt dizzy.
Even I found myself pitiful.
Here's the most ironic part: I vomited right after I finished brushing my teeth.
Been too sick to think much,but I wonder if Singapore is considered a free country?What on earth is a free country anyway?!
It's only 2.49pm,and since 8am I've suffered from diarrhoea and vomiting.I won't gross you guys out with details,but I feel terrible.Can't even eat properly!Tried to do a little Math homework,but feel too terrible to complete it.I haven't touched paper 2.If I'm feeling better I'll try again later.
I'm more worried about my Chinese homework,which I totally forgot about until half an hour ago.I left the newspaper in school,and Chinese is first thing tomorrow morning!I'm so gonna die.Lao shi would never believe my long-winded but truthful explanation.I wouldn't either,if I were her.
Couldn't sleep well last night.Felt terrible around 7am this morning.Thought the terrible feeling was gonna pass,so I ignored it and stayed in bed till about 8am,couldn't take it anymore and sat up in bed.See,the most pitiful thing about me was that I wasn't comfortable in any position.When lying down,my tummy/intestines hurt.When I sat up,I felt like vomiting.When I stood up,I felt dizzy.
Even I found myself pitiful.
Here's the most ironic part: I vomited right after I finished brushing my teeth.
Been too sick to think much,but I wonder if Singapore is considered a free country?What on earth is a free country anyway?!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Sunday,April 1st 2007
It's gonna be short,it's already late.
Well,that applies to my compo as well,the one that was due days ago,which I haven't written.
I've finally gotten my hands on the book "Hannibal Rising".It's difficult to pry myself away from it,but I did last night before I went to bed only because I feared that it would fall off the bed if I hugged it to sleep.
It's pretty scary,the way it makes one think while reading it.It makes one think so deeply,about the story itself and poor Hannibal,and wonder about a lot of other things.Quite enjoyable,in a way.
It's a library book,by the way.I got it after my 2.4km run,and I consider it my reward for not giving up halfway during the run.Oh,and for buying 3 packets of tissues from that old handicapped lady in a wheelchair I always see sitting infront of the entrance to the MRT station.
She's been making a living out of selling tissues for years,I should know.I see her sitting there almost everyday,looking tired,holding out 3 packets of tissues,hoping someone would buy them for a dollar.
I never could bring myself to go out of my way to stop and dig out my wallet to produce a dollar (definitely laziness),but I finally did afew days ago,and it felt good because I think she needs that dollar more than I do.
Well,that applies to my compo as well,the one that was due days ago,which I haven't written.
I've finally gotten my hands on the book "Hannibal Rising".It's difficult to pry myself away from it,but I did last night before I went to bed only because I feared that it would fall off the bed if I hugged it to sleep.
It's pretty scary,the way it makes one think while reading it.It makes one think so deeply,about the story itself and poor Hannibal,and wonder about a lot of other things.Quite enjoyable,in a way.
It's a library book,by the way.I got it after my 2.4km run,and I consider it my reward for not giving up halfway during the run.Oh,and for buying 3 packets of tissues from that old handicapped lady in a wheelchair I always see sitting infront of the entrance to the MRT station.
She's been making a living out of selling tissues for years,I should know.I see her sitting there almost everyday,looking tired,holding out 3 packets of tissues,hoping someone would buy them for a dollar.
I never could bring myself to go out of my way to stop and dig out my wallet to produce a dollar (definitely laziness),but I finally did afew days ago,and it felt good because I think she needs that dollar more than I do.
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