If YOU read my blog.

Why am I suffering from stress? I was wondering as to how my practical worksheet got to the other side of the table during the start of the HAP Lab session. This is intolerable! This is evil in the first degree. I can take no more of YOUR attitude problem. If you want a war, I'll bloody hell give it to you.

To start off things, I take my hat off to the THIEF. I occupied my workbench, placing my pencilcase and calculator atop my practical worksheet. Then, at full attention, I turned to face the lecturer for the briefing. Whereas the standard practical worksheet had the caption "Execretory System," I modified my copy to 'Excretory System'. AND that was how I found you out.

I mean, YOU could have at least said sorry for taking MY PAPER (and yet you did not). YOU left me searching frantically for my paper for 5 minutes. Moreover, YOUR FRIEND accused me of taking YOUR paper. THAT REALLY PISSED ME OFF... Was it a DELIBERATE ACT? This is the SECOND DIRECT injustice done to me in this term. The first was when YOUR FRIEND screamed into my face for no good reason at all; how was I treated? I am just bottling up my temper, timed for explosion.

I am outraged.

Food for thought.

If typing in my blog means offending people, I should probably stop blogging or blog something like this. I may sound like a hypocrite, but the content in my blog is subject to my personal experiences and I have a right to my own feelings.

HOWEVER, I would like to clarify some misunderstandings about my CCN day post - I know that it is quite irreversible now - if it is still upsetting certain people. Yeah, I'm starting to think that blogging draws thin the line between public and personal life. I'm going to cross many boundaries, don't you think?

If you *cough* feel entertained, (well of course you are!) you are welcome to sit around. If not, you are free to leave. After all, this is THE MOST awfully dull :P


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For those who care:

- CCN Day REVISITED. -

1. ...I have a selfish concept about this one. Why should I (raise funds) - if I am caught up in the rat-race? I am indirectly making less opportunity for myself. I do not see my benefit. Furthermore, each of us in the class is donating $10.00. Wow! A hefty sum, and some girls think they can just part with their money, like boyfriends. :)

2. ...I have been going around handing - ugly - flyers... (it refers to those in black and white print)

4. ...I was going to say, "I'm gonna do things my way! IT'S MY WAY! MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY!! LALALA..." (sounds familiar?) :p (Ok, so you're UPSET about me making a fool of myself?)

5. Some day you'll see things my way. It's a matter of time. :) (I hope so.)

6. I wanted to dance. I wanted to shout. And so I just shouted instead. IT's so wrong! There should be a pretty girl dancing on the bench, (ok, in better words... maybe promoting the product) NOT me! Why were they so shy with selling our product? This will forever remain an unsolved mystery. (Ok, now I know you girls are shy, it - never! - occurred to me.)

7. It was an educational experience for me. (This is the topic sentence)

8. P.S. Please don't sell apples dipped in chocolate syrup, (see this?) cause I think it sucks big time! (it refers to the chocolate apples sold in business school)


Come to think of it, it's so troublesome - I should probably stop crapping ard here. Have a nice day.

In my words:
"You can CROWN yourself CHAMPION in your blog;
but in REALITY, you'd only make a fool out of yourself."

Many Meetings

I entered my old school with that same feeling of trepidation again. Originally, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I had to acquire my O'Level cert. For the second time, AND the second Saturday, I arrived at the Admin. Block only to find the General Office shut behind a wall of metal sheet. I cursed my own stupidity. I knocked on the door to no avail.

A teacher emerged, but it took me a few seconds to identify him. He was Mr Kwek WH.

Coming straight to the point I said, "excuse me, I'm here to collect my O-Lvl cert. Is it available?"

"no, the general office is closed... Come on a weekday," He said.

I am not free on weekdays! Curses! Temasek Poly is so far away from CCHS! I must photocopy that cert to get it into my APEL* portfolio! (Curses)


When I saw my choir juniors, I wanted to flip open a 'For Dummies' book of "How to maintain good lasting-relationships." They were so happy together and I don't know what to say to them at all.

"Thanks for the good times! Hope you enjoy yourself." In no way cynical at all.


Birds in the sky,
They look so high,
It is my perfect day.

I feel the breeze,
I feel at ease,
This is my perfect day... (Never grow Old, The Cranberries.)


My ex-choir mates were in JC, and they all talked in a strange language I don't understand. I wish them good luck - in no way cynical too. This was because (hugs to Rachel) my choir junior wrote me a very sweet note - on a 'Spiderman 2' Postcard! Yay! - that deeply affected me, stirred wonderful memories. I was touched that she even bothered to do so. It was yet... another good luck note.

The Hell-gates are open...

Feel that chill up your spine? 'Seventh-month' is here!

(Author's Note: I wanted to post this yesterday, but I encountered problems accessing my blog. It seemed as if ghosts have taken over the internet... *o* "" )

Walk in...

It must be the smell of incense in the air. As the locals probably know, the 'seventh-month' on the Chinese Lunar Calendar is the Hungry Ghost's Festival, a custom followed by the chinese for many centuries.

Day 1
*Wah liao eh! I was walking home, when suddenly I saw a figure draped in a white cloth drifting pass me... Shit!!
(Just kidding... But those kids with 'heelys' (shoes with a rubber wheel at the heel) can emulate the 'floating' effect)

*Hokkien exclamation
:)

In reality, I was walking home - approaching my flat in the middle of the housing estate when - shit - a piece of burning incense came from nowhere, almost flew into my eye! I recovered from my initial shock and painfully, continued walking with increasing caution. When I left the common corridor, I saw a few traditional, tiny round biscuits (which I often indulged in as a child) being left out in the open, on the grass for the spirits. They were placed in a plastic wrapper beside the red, burning candles and the red wax. Thus I inferred that they must be offerings.

Unable to contain my amusement, I crossed over to the communal garden and fountain - smack - right in the centre of the housing estate. Birds (pigeons, mynas and crows) would often drink their fill there. I SAW a single DEAD FISH placed over the edge of the footpath, with nasty flies congregating around it. I was thinking that people have really gone too far with the economical upturn, treating our *good brothers, 'hao xiong di' so well this season.


Today is Day 2.

I had a (cold) choir today. I met April at the canteen. It feels great to have friends around to talk to, even once in a while. :)

How to?

Ever since I got into Polytechnic, I found out that MY time is not quite my own...

Instead, it is for sharing with the rest of your classmates - or you'll risk getting outcast.

Time is something - an entity - that I have to conquer... to win over, on my side...

Somewhere in between playing Alien Scum, an arcade flying-ship shooter, on my handphone (Sony Ericsson 230), and trying to read - spilling my eyes over - a textbook on a jerking bus; I wonder where did it all go. Perhaps I spent too MUCH time looking outside the window, or looking at girls...

Nah. It all comes down to the management of time.

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I was wondering whether I might be spending too much money on transport. I live in '...', I tell my friends. I change from bus to MRT and back to bus again at the interchange - in a single trip.

"Then why did you come to TP?" came the crushing reply.

Self-Evaluation.

This is test week. :'(

Before AND after the paper, I DO feel an onslaught of stress.

Partially due to the Communication Skills Essay I rushed through in 5 hours. I also shut myself away from others since the last week for my self-study.

This self-study kills! Very reminiscent of my O'Levels. I should have got into a study group in the first place. I picture myself in the future, all-powerful but not happy, without a supporting backbone of friends...
What use is this?

This would mean a gradual adjustment to the way of doing things.

I must try to make more friends!

Drastic changes are way out.