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If you think you can, you can!
my printer is painful too
why is that so?
because of the bloodily colorful and full of pictures notes and handout
that we have to PRINT ourselves!
and i have to waited hours for 1 page to be printed out.
let me see, i have wasted my 9pm to 11.04 pm just printing the first chapter of micro bio and cell bio. ohwell come to talk about it, till now i still don't know how to differentiate both of them! omg why must the name be so close to each other?
dumb and slow people like me will take years to be able to differentiate!
I think that its stupid to have 2 teachers for 1 module. that will only be confusing and dumb!
that incomplete feeling
deep down inside me
that yearns for you.....
your continuous nag
your attitude sicken me
i rebelled i argued
coz i don' t think its my fault
why cant i fucking control my emotion.
why cant i just say yes to whatever she says.
why cant i just pretend that i m wrong and agrees with whatever she says.
why cant i just listen to her nag without rebelling
why cant i just plainly listen to her
why cant i just.....................
she is my mom. my f***king mum.
i need to stop this
the feeling of guilt cloud over me
but my personality stopped me from feeling that way
a personality that
will never allow me be nagged at if i feel that i am right.
i need to change that personality of mine
that attitude of mine
that just isn't right and respectful
that doesn't reflect a child of God.
"I pray Oh Lord that you will change me, change my personality, change my attitude towards my mom , towards other people. Let me portray a child of God, what he/she should be like. Let me be a righteous person that people will look up to. Let me change that bad habit of mine and let the holy spirit change me inside out. Thank you God for understanding me so well and love me as much as You love your Son, Amen"
at last i can see my country's flag again
i am freaking rich now! dont steal hor..
a picture of all of us together
complimentary seafood here ( not that marvelous eh )
SanFransisco bridge =)
at the habourfront waiting center to board our ferry
the start of cam-whoring session =)
me and tan seow ping cece!
on the speedboat! so windy! ( the effect is actually nice)
on the way to the ferry
the view of that marvelous sanfransisco bridge!the list of things that i bought :
fish ball crackers
peanuts
kusuka casava chips
15 packs indomie
ceres chocolate rice
garlic flavourd kacang garuda
indomilk condense milk
kue lapis with prunes
A&W chicken
i think there are still some stuff that i ve forgotten to mention here. ohwell i dont really want to squeez my brain. i still have around 8 more hours before school officially starts tomorrow.
Labels: one day trip to batam
my gift for him ( 10.10.2008) since 10.07.2008There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak...'I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, 'What you got there, son?' 'Just some old birds,' came the reply.
'What are you gonna do with them?' I asked.
'Take 'em home and have fun with 'em,' he answered 'I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time' 'But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?'
'Oh, I got some cats,' said the little boy. 'They like birds. I'll take 'em to them.'
The pastor was silent for a moment. 'How much do you want for those birds, son?'
'Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!'
'How much?' the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, '$10?'
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. 'Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!'
'What are you going to do with them?' Jesus asked.
Satan replied, 'Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!'
'And what will you do when you get done with them?' Jesus asked. 'Oh, I'll kill 'em,' Satan glared proudly. 'How much do you want for them?' Jesus asked .
'Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!'
'How much?' He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, 'All your blood, tears and your life.'
Jesus said, 'Done!'
Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.
a very fun video! of baoren eating tissue at carls junior as dessert to his main course? hahaha
if it is high rated i might consider posting it onto youtube! hahaha
and he took so long to chew that tissue
i wonder is it that hard afterall =p
Labels: tissuer eater
a friend is someone
who is always by your side
cheering you up when your sad
supporting you when your down
scold you when your in wrong
be with you every moment
understand what are u thinking
care about your feelings
love you for who you are
spend his/her precious times with you
sometime everybody will yearn for that good friend that all of us want to have.
well there are a lot of friends around us.
but what make them your real friends?
are they those who will say HI to you and say BYE a few second after that?
well if that is so, then they are not your real friends.
to me, i really feel that no point knowing so many people when none of them is close to you
while none of them know who you really are
what is the point of that then?
and that is also what i feel about SP people now.
i do know alot of SP students whether they are from my class, clubs and so on. but i am not close with majority of them.
well classmates are suppose to be people you are close to as you spend most of the time with them.
but to me. they are just classmates. friends you see and make in school
but outside school, we never meet and go out, never spend time with one another as each and everyone of us is occupied with our own life outside..
well, i certainly hope that this situation will change for better next semester when i start school. but to what extend, i really have no clue.
it goes the same with the club people. they are just those you make friends and have fun in school, events and so on.
sometime it is really saddening to think about this.
you have been in that school for half a year and those are the only friendships that you 've made.
well, maybe to some people, friends are not important as they have more important thing to focus on such as studies, cca and so on.
but to me, friends are something that i will treasure alot.
coz i believe, that is what friends are for..
Labels: what friends are for
oh well, it was not really that torturing as there are still some part of it which is quite fun and memorable. however majority of it was not up to expectation!
there was this feedback form that asked us about how is the camp and was it proactive!
there was 5 choices.
excellent
good
fair
bad
something ( i have forgotten )
oh well, at first i wanted to choose good or excellent and just got over with it. well its just a piece of form right? and we were asked to write our name, our club, our school and admin number.
what if they read the feedback form and not happy with our feedback! they might just take revenge on me or CLS club ( i don't want that =( hahaha )
but after a moment of thought, and asking xavier what did he tick, i decide to tick fair! and that is the real feel i got from the camp!
okay stuufs that i dont like about the camp are :
-> the food sucks! well the first meal of the day, the food arrived 2 hours late and we have to starve and waited at the dining table for the food while the GP keep doing alot of stupid cheers that drain my last bit of energy away. well the breakfast was bihun and after i had a mouthful of them, all of us decide that it was not bihun afterall, but they are in fact rubber band ( even Amron the camp chief agrees with that )
first, it was tasteless even though that was bits of ham inside. even we cant taste the soy sauce! the texture of the bihun is so rubbery that we literally felt like eating rubber bands!
well the dinner on the 2nd day was quite nice, nasi briyani!
->the people there as in the campers. well i m not saying that all of them sucked, but to a large extent , they do. What is the point of going to camp if you were to always stick with your best friend or group of friend? and somemore it is ICE camp which has a theme, or motive : to interact and make friends with pp from other clubs. 88% of all of them will go back and stick with their own friends during break, bathing, toilet time and so on.. well i was quite sian too coz i was the only girl from CLS, besides those guys like eng chua, xav, chinhow, marcus, jiasheng.
well you cant ask me to go and bathe with them right? haha well i got make friends to this girl though, she is from my group and her name is ratna! =) but still, it defers the whole PURPOSE of this ice camp!
->the waiting time! i really hate to wait for the games to be set up, for the food to arrive and so on! there were just simply too much of waiting time in between all the activities!
for eg when we reach to the station, instead of letting us play the games, we have to wait for them to do finish their set up which is also quite a waste of time! its like everytime when you have gone HIGH after some games, you just sit down there and wait for 10 or 15 mins when you reach the next station and by that time, you have gone to LOW again! omg! they shouldnt let us stop in between games to maintain our high spirit! well that is just how i feel so to those who organize this camp, do not take this so seriously yeah! cheers!
well, apart from those few points, i dont really hate this camp so much as xavier does. hahaha! lol he was literally low from the start of the camp till the end ( end up lowerrr when the camp ends )
we were complaining all along about the camp and stuff! haha it was kind of fun to gossip too!
well there will be just a few of those irritating people that has been put into your group thus you cant avoid those stuffs. ( just take it that you are not in that good luck ) haha.
as for me, my group was alright. at first we were abit LOW and abit quite and not very enthu, but towards the second day, the bond start to build up and we were quite enthu, even if its not as enthu and bonded as my fo camp grp tingtong, well the pp inside was quite fun and xav is inside my grp! hehe we even won the final for the yo mama jokes session but lost to the GP group! haha they were really good at it and our winnings are purely base on luck i guess! ahhah
some yo mama jokes that i created!
* yo mama so stupid that after she watched harry potter she went looking for platform 9 and 3/4 in the MRT
night walk was one of the most fun activity! they are quite goood at the nightwalk tho! the ghost were more real and some of them can really sing ( as in SCREAMMMM ). there was one of the ghost that literally scream at my ear, and my eardrum was vibrating very very hard! haha like it was going to burst anytime soon! well. the make up was not bad and the placing of the ghost was good. they did not have too many ghost ( unlike the other camps that i'd gone for ) thus it was more spooky and scary! esp those corridors when we expect one or 2 ghost to pop up and there was not any!!
my partner was from the other group. well from his face he seemed to look man and those men that can protect women. however, a nightwalk speaks it all! hhaha well we did hold hands and his hand is like shaking or shivering! haha he kept asking me to be careful and be careful and i think he was too scared that he did not even talk to me much and i had to keep asking him question to continue the conversation! well it was not as scary as i expected thus i din scream. however my partner was abit taken back when the first ghost schocked us! hahaha!
anyway it was quite a funny nightwalk coz we were mocking one of the ghost about worrrying that her voice will break by tmr if she continue to scream everytime someone walk past! HAHA
i didnt know whats wrong with the comittee that they ordered 3 large piles of tshirt with size XL and very few size S And M. ohwell lucky i got my size which is M and i really pity those smaller size guys who got XL for their t-shirt! hahaha. well that is something that they have to accept. guys, dont think that your smaller size than who you are! hahaha that was what the asst camp chieve told us! hahah
and that rounds up the whole bitching about ICE camp. not bitching, but experience in this ice camp that i thought will be damn freaking fun ( as what chinhow has said ). well he has regretted what he said =p
ps leechinhow has a very very sexy butt! omgggggg
Labels: ice camp bitching
Ionic
Chain
Evolution
camp
i am kinda lazy to go for the camp tmr to think that i have to wake up at 7+ and reach school by 9am. i always feel so depress if i have to wake up so damn early in the morning!
shagggg
now my bag is like super big, looks like its going to explode anytime soon! i even need to hand carry my shoes and shoe bag!
Labels: ice camp
Tick Tock
Playwright’s notes: This is a surrealist play; time is suspended in a dreamscape, only until the end of the play when there is a snap back to reality. There are 6 peer adults in their early 20s, tied to a chair with rope. Tied behind each rope is a time-bomb. To have the 6 actors onstage being tied to the chair, crew members are required
Summary: 6 people are held hostage. Just 12 seconds before the time-bomb explodes, there is a suspension of time.
6 characters:
Two
Four
Six
Eight
Ten
Twelve
(A suspension of time. The 6 chairs are in a staggered semicircle formation onstage, the centre 2 chairs being most forward, the 2 chairs at the ends being most backward. As there are spots on the characters that are speaking)
TWO:
It is an object that tells the time. It has three hands. An hour hand. A minute hand.
ALL:
A second hand. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
TWELVE:
It has twelve numbers.
TWO:
One. Two.
FOUR:
Three. Four.
SIX:
Five. Six.
EIGHT:
Seven. Eight.
TEN:
Nine. Ten.
TWELVE:
Eleven. Twelve.
FOUR:
It works on battery. It can stop working when the battery runs out.
SIX:
It has an alarm function. Preset, it can ring and wake you up.
EIGHT:
It can be mobile. Or it can be grounded in a place, never to be moved or provoked.
ALL:
Or never wanted to be moved or provoked. Because one might lose a life.
TEN:
Even so, it is merely a bystander of life. The mad rush, or the relaxing passing of time may seem to speed time up, or slow time down, or suspend time.
TWELVE:
But it always runs at its own stable pace.
TWO:
It is the very constant of passing time. It is an everyday necessity. Or is it a control for the events that come and go? Is it a measurement of age?
ALL:
It is a measurement of age. It gives a limit to a life.
SIX:
If the earth stopped moving, time still moves on. It still ticks on. But if it stopped ticking, will the earth keep moving?
TEN:
When a battery runs out, we can calculate its lifespan. Just like life, isn’t it? When we finally leave, everyone else knows how long we’ve lived, except us.
FOUR:
It can betray time. It can malfunction but time always goes on. It can speed up, slow down, or stop at its own accord. It can betray
ALL:
Us.
EIGHT:
We invented it. We invented something that will destroy us. Yet we have to depend on it. We have to depend on our enemy.
TWELVE:
We are being controlled by our enemy. It decides our coming and our going. We can’t go against it, we can’t turn it around.
ALL:
We cannot go back to the past or to the future. But if we didn’t invent it, we wouldn’t have lived without it.
(Simultaneously turning their backs to face the audience to see the time-bombs)
Yet, by inventing it, we don’t have much time to live on.
(A beat.)
(Now no longer directing at the audience, but at each other)
TWO: (addressing Four)
How did we get here?
FOUR: (addressing Six)
We were exploring the woods.
SIX: (addressing Eight)
At dead of night.
Eight: (addressing Ten)
Someone came and knocked us out.
Ten: (addressing Twelve)
And here we are, tied to these.
Twelve: (addressing Ten)
Why the hell did we do such a thing?
Ten: (addressing Eight)
We wouldn’t have to end up in such a state!
Eight: (addressing Six)
How do we get out of here?
Six: (addressing Four)
I still have so much to do…
Four: (addressing Two)
So much, so much I want to do.
Two:
But can’t.
(The 6 characters remove the rope. This forms an illusion that it is the 6 characters themselves that got them into this mess. A possible interpretive dance sequence about delusion and loss)
(They are flat on the ground)
Two:
We were in search of the Orb.
Four:
The Orb that suspends time as we wish.
Six:
Because time is never enough for us.
Eight:
Time passes too fast, yet too slowly.
Ten:
We wanted time to stop.
Twelve:
But now we know, time can never stop. It will always keep ticking on. The clock-
ALL:
Don’t say it-
(A moment of confusion. They run around stage, looking for salvation, but after this miming and movement sequence, they are subjected to reality, and return to tie themselves to the chairs)
(A snap back to reality)
ALL:
Too late.
ALL:
We were searching for a way to speed time up, to slow time down, to suspend time, but we realized time cannot be sped up, slowed down, or suspended. (This line is repeated again and again while there is layering from speaking characters)
(At the same time there is a synchronized tapping of feet)
TWELVE:
Twelve, eleven.
TEN:
Ten, nine.
EIGHT:
Eight, seven.
SIX:
Six, five.
FOUR:
Four, three.
TWO:
Two.
ALL:
One.
(The sound of an explosion with a blackout)
Labels: tick tock
that beautiful intoxicated face
glowing bright under the hot sun
once again melt my hardened heart
an invisible barrier holding us back
from loving each other
yet the craving for the lust
to satisfy our desire
different worlds have merged into one
exists deep into the core of our brains
deep down in our souls
yet aches in our hearts
the warmth of your breath
the thirst for your care
the lust for your love
captured in that ray of hope
Labels: that ray of hope
the crowd at the back of the grandstands (on the way to pee)
my so un-glam butt!
our not so fabulous dinner
partner of the day
wonderful coffee machine
the view from the NASSIM skysuit ( worth $7++k)others will work around 6-8 or 10 hours that day, but since i am so SPECIAL and KIASU, i worked for 16 hours straight with only lunch and dinner break
come to think of it, i am a super woman on that day!
since i am being paid $7.50 an hour, i earned a total of $120 that day!
which is quite a good deal despite of the physical torture that you endure in that 16hrs
as people are supposed to pay at least $7k for that spot and a chair in the dining room
(even though they provide free flow of wine etc, high tea, dinner, and supper).
more pictures to come since my laptop doesnt have any bluetooth hardware
coz they aparently have forgotten to put it back when they repaired my motherboard..
i wonder how careless have the mankind evolved into 0___0
Labels: F1 night race
wondering where i am
wondering who i am
wondering what i am
You are not there anymore
You are not here anymore
You are not around anymore
You are not anywhere
deep down inside me
lost is the only word in my head
full of despicable thoughts
that is no longer pure
thirsty for your love
thirsty for your care
that is always here
without me noticing it
at last i am back
into the bright room in your presence
i am rejuvenated, refreshed
i am renewed and purified
a blog that contain the floodings of my feeling and my emo-ness
a blog where i can pour all my feelings into, all my creativity
a blog where i can stare at it and admire
a blog where i can waste my time at!
cant imagine that this blog is so useful to me (its a waste time for others to read)
But i realize that this is the only place that i can rely on when i am EMO besides God.
oh well, to some people they should have known how serious is EMO-ness,
the side effect that it cause and also the rate of spreading and curing of this
UNIQUELY disease!
So, to those who cant stand reading emo posts that is really very very emo
(not to the extend that your tear will roll down from your eyes),
lame emo, and all those type of emo-ness, this blog is not for you!
so that is EMO?
the word emo comes form the word emotion and according to wikipedia it means:
An emotion is a mental and physiological state associated with a wide variety
of feelings, thoughts, and behaviours. It is a prime determinant of the sense of
subjective well-being and appears to play a central role in many human activities.
As a result of this generality, the subject has been explored in many, if not all of the
human sciences and art forms.
There is much controversy concerning how emotions are defined and classified.
Thus being emo is good and healthy to a certain extent =)
Labels: what is emo?