Woah, it's been a tough week.
1) Finally managed to tell my sister I want to stop taking ballet. It was really tough talking about it, too. Still considering if I want to stop, because it's not as if I totally hate the activity, only the people and feeling stupid next to them. Also, if I decide to only do it for leisure, what if I waste my sister's money? It's $320 per term!
2) Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say about this one. Holiday homework. As it has always been for all long holidays, I've barely started on the homework. Wonder why the hell they call it a holiday? Surely it must mean something.
Anyway, I've started on Accounts, Math, both Sciences and a teeny bit on Geog. I hope Mrs Chow won't kill me. I hope Mrs Khoo won't either. Doing Math is like ploughing through a trench of thick mud with a heavy log hanging by a string over my head.
3) I've been swimming a lot lately. Just went swimming about 4 hours ago, and boy, was it refreshing! The humid weather in my country can easily be compared to diving into lava. One gets all sticky before stepping out of his own house! It's surprising why people aren't fleeing to somewhere cooler.
4) Tomorrow is another long day. In the morning, I have to be at school at 9am for Math tuition.
I try to pay attention (honestly!!!) but somehow I find myself stoning at the whiteboard and dreaming of food and nice houses by the sea while Uncle Raymond goes on about some Math question. I feel quite worried because quite often, I can't understand what he's saying. It's like he's speaking another language, foreign to me. Luckily for me, most of the other kids seem lost as well. He's a genius, but he says strange things.
After Math tuition at noon, I'll be going over to Chewy's place to bake things and pose with the oven. I'll smell of cookies afterwards! At 6pm, I will have to meet Kathleen and Gervin at City Hall MRT station for dinner.
Pretty excited to see them after such a long while. It's great to see them still communicating like they used to even though now, they're in different schools.
I hope they haven't changed at all.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Friday, June 13th 2008
This is getting more ridiculous every day.
Only just now, I went on yahoo.com and saw, under "latest news", an article about a man getting jailed for 14 years' of jail and caning for a fetish. I'll copy and paste the article here.
A Singaporean man with a fetish for smelling womens' armpits has been sentenced to 14 years in jail and 18 strokes of the cane, legal officials said Friday.
A court employee confirmed the sentence, issued Thursday, against Mohammed Ismail Ariffin, 36.
Ariffin had a fixation for touching or smelling women, particularly their armpits, and was convicted of molesting 23 women, his lawyer Noor Mohamed Marican told AFP.
"He's got this problem. Poor chap," Noor said in a brief interview.
After reading an expert report that said Ariffin was likely to re-offend, Judge James Leong issued a preventive detention order, which means Ariffin will not be eligible for parole, The Straits Times said.
Ariffin, who is mildly retarded, would often attack his victims inside lifts, the report said.
It said Noor argued against a long sentence and in favour of rehabilitation and medical treatment.
But Leong said he found "precious little" in Ariffin's favour, The Straits Times reported.
I can't tell you how disgusted I am, not with the guy and his fetish, but with the people who arrested him and put him in jail with caning. It's amazing how cruel people can be. Also, the word retarded is politically-incorrect, and I wonder who the hell approved the publication of such an "expression".
Sometimes I wonder how I live on, day by day, in this horribly selfish, insensitive, self-centered, ugly society that ostracises anyone they deem "wrong". They don't give these different people any respect.
This is one reason why I wish I were blind, because then I wouldn't have to see all the ugly things that happen in this world.
Only just now, I went on yahoo.com and saw, under "latest news", an article about a man getting jailed for 14 years' of jail and caning for a fetish. I'll copy and paste the article here.
A Singaporean man with a fetish for smelling womens' armpits has been sentenced to 14 years in jail and 18 strokes of the cane, legal officials said Friday.
A court employee confirmed the sentence, issued Thursday, against Mohammed Ismail Ariffin, 36.
Ariffin had a fixation for touching or smelling women, particularly their armpits, and was convicted of molesting 23 women, his lawyer Noor Mohamed Marican told AFP.
"He's got this problem. Poor chap," Noor said in a brief interview.
After reading an expert report that said Ariffin was likely to re-offend, Judge James Leong issued a preventive detention order, which means Ariffin will not be eligible for parole, The Straits Times said.
Ariffin, who is mildly retarded, would often attack his victims inside lifts, the report said.
It said Noor argued against a long sentence and in favour of rehabilitation and medical treatment.
But Leong said he found "precious little" in Ariffin's favour, The Straits Times reported.
I can't tell you how disgusted I am, not with the guy and his fetish, but with the people who arrested him and put him in jail with caning. It's amazing how cruel people can be. Also, the word retarded is politically-incorrect, and I wonder who the hell approved the publication of such an "expression".
Sometimes I wonder how I live on, day by day, in this horribly selfish, insensitive, self-centered, ugly society that ostracises anyone they deem "wrong". They don't give these different people any respect.
This is one reason why I wish I were blind, because then I wouldn't have to see all the ugly things that happen in this world.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tuesday, June 10th 2008
I can't believe I'm doing Math, and what the hell is square-root of 80?!
By the way, that was a rhetorical question.
So anyway, I'm starting this Math tuition thingy. The school's parent-support group found this guy and begged him to give us Math tuition. The first impression he gave us was that he's a genius, but I won't bother typing about it. It isn't as impressive, you'll just have to meet him yourself.
I've always wondered how anyone enjoys Math. I don't see any beauty in it, just staring at repetitive numbers and solving number sums with the four signs: + - x %. I mean, at least language has a wider enjoyment spectrum. Sure, you only use all 26 letters of the alphabet, but you have things like stories. Literature! History carved into church walls! These spark off imagination. When I look at numbers, they just look like numbers, with no meaning, no objective, whatsoever.
That tuition guy told us we have to love Math in order to do it. Let me try.
"Oh, I love Math, isn't it wonderful?! The numbers are so meaningful to me, so beautiful! The flat surface on the number 5, the smooth curve of the number 6, the sharp but stylish edges of the number 4! Oh, it's practically ART!
My goodness! They have such history! They tell such interesting stories, like how many animals were killed in the year 1 000 000 B.C.! Oh, how much more terrific can these nine numbers get? So exciting!"
No, that doesn't work, man. I'll go have a word with whats-his-name who created Math after I die.
By the way, that was a rhetorical question.
So anyway, I'm starting this Math tuition thingy. The school's parent-support group found this guy and begged him to give us Math tuition. The first impression he gave us was that he's a genius, but I won't bother typing about it. It isn't as impressive, you'll just have to meet him yourself.
I've always wondered how anyone enjoys Math. I don't see any beauty in it, just staring at repetitive numbers and solving number sums with the four signs: + - x %. I mean, at least language has a wider enjoyment spectrum. Sure, you only use all 26 letters of the alphabet, but you have things like stories. Literature! History carved into church walls! These spark off imagination. When I look at numbers, they just look like numbers, with no meaning, no objective, whatsoever.
That tuition guy told us we have to love Math in order to do it. Let me try.
"Oh, I love Math, isn't it wonderful?! The numbers are so meaningful to me, so beautiful! The flat surface on the number 5, the smooth curve of the number 6, the sharp but stylish edges of the number 4! Oh, it's practically ART!
My goodness! They have such history! They tell such interesting stories, like how many animals were killed in the year 1 000 000 B.C.! Oh, how much more terrific can these nine numbers get? So exciting!"
No, that doesn't work, man. I'll go have a word with whats-his-name who created Math after I die.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Monday, June 2nd 2008
Woah, it's like I've suddenly been sucked into the wonderful world of Opera!
Well, I don't like female opera-singing, it seems all too familiar. Been listening to Philippe Jaroussky, a counter-tenor. Bought his CD (cost me $26!) "Carestini: The story of a castrato", and I've been listening to it for a few days. It's beautiful, really. It brings me back to those grand churches and concert halls I visited in Italy.
Sigh.
Yes! I've asked Chew if she would take up a job with me after our 'O's, and she has agreed! I'll have to earn at least $100 a week in order to pay for my voice lessons.
Went swimming again today at Chew's place. T'was nice.
Well, I don't like female opera-singing, it seems all too familiar. Been listening to Philippe Jaroussky, a counter-tenor. Bought his CD (cost me $26!) "Carestini: The story of a castrato", and I've been listening to it for a few days. It's beautiful, really. It brings me back to those grand churches and concert halls I visited in Italy.
Sigh.
Yes! I've asked Chew if she would take up a job with me after our 'O's, and she has agreed! I'll have to earn at least $100 a week in order to pay for my voice lessons.
Went swimming again today at Chew's place. T'was nice.
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