Wednesday, March 30, 2005

how you like me now?

i am really, really bored with studying.

men si wo le.

somehow i feel guilty for not actively helping with moving house. it's my parents doin all the shit work - packing, transporting, painting (yes, they painted the house themselves), installing, liaising. the works.

even my sis trooped down to mop the floor. i merely went over one day and watched my mom install towel hangers and spent half an hour trying to install one myself.

useless bimbo i am.

anyways, i look forward to packing my own stuff after the brief Big E next week. not that i have much to pack anyway. and i can't wait to finally spend a day with myself in total idleness. yes.

how i can live without m-flo music to accompany me thru nights of mystifying notes-ploughing. i am going to name my daughter Lisa after the lead singer. and i hate guys who smoke.

bye

Sunday, March 27, 2005

"We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.

For I am convinced
that neither death nor life,
neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future,
nor any powers
neither height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation

will be able to separate us from the love of God
that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Romans 8:37-39

Thursday, March 24, 2005

the way we were

Memories,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were

Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? could we?

Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it’s the laughter
We will remember

Whenever we remember
The way we were...

Friday, March 18, 2005

you know, i think our education system is just one jumbled mess right now.

no streaming for primary school. no O'levels for some. no EM3. massive reduction in Chinese Syllabus (no more ting xie, zao ju). sports school. arts school. no CCA grade requirement for university entry.

somehow, i'm beginning to think that MOE is nothing but a confused kid who doesn't know whether he wants. or like a reckless teenager who acts on impulse and takes on a new identity everyday. perhaps the Minister (whatever his name is - i only remember teo chee hean) just has a case of amnesia and forgets the decisions he makes the day before. and you end up with a severely erratic and inconsistent education system whereby everyone has a say in everything (esp the nosy parents), and teachers not allowed to even shout at the students when all they really need is a good spanking.

what happened to education, the straight-laced good ol fashioned way? why are some students allowed to choose whether or not to take chinese? aren't they chinese? why no need to take O levels? you sure you can pass your As in the end and go to uni?

speaking of going to uni, i've just about had it with this particular Very Different University with a advertisement campaign so propaganda-ish and effervescent i was beginning to suspect if the government was behind the whole thing.

actually, i'm okay with them wanting to be different, really. go ahead and be different. proclaim it to the whole world all you want about how different you are. but isn't it ridiculous that any ah mao ah gou can get into the university with less-than-stellar grades like D-E-E? it makes me wonder if we even need the A levels at all.

afterall, all they're askin for is a "competitive spirit". and that's why the former national runner whose name reminds me of a chimpanzee got into the school. he was competitive. cos he ran competitively. cos he ran competitively in SEA games. cos he didn't even get thru the heats. DOH.

you haven't seen true "competitive spirit" until you check out Mango outlets nationwide during the annual Mango sale.

the last time i checked, getting into a university isn't supposed to be easy. you're obliged to study. HARD. if grades are not everything (as so S*U declares), i say let that ITE boy who can run faster than Mr Chimpanzee, play a neat game of soccer and is really dexterous with his hands get into university. no need to set academic standards. (then i wonder what you do in university. play competitive chess?)

that same school also infuriated me when they sent complimentary Zouk passes to fresh A level graduates who signed up online with the S*U website (or something like that). so you're trying to say that if my sis went to your school, she'll be able to be really hip and cool and go clubbing every wednesday, friday and saturday? i rest my case.

a school is a school is a school. we don't need superficial gimmicks, fancy advertising, glossy brochures and daring (how dare you indeed) statements. we don't need empty vessels who speak so loud in order to drown out the rest. we also don't need students who take on the identity of the Ideal S*U student and retort "i'm from S*U" at every chance they've got, as if they've got nothing else to say about themselves.

of course, this is not a generalization of the entire S*U student body. i know of people who aren't like that at all. like my cousin and rugger frens who are in S*U. it's just... annoying, sometimes. the way this school just pushes itself in everybody's faces like that. right now, i'm just annoyed.

then again, if you happened to screw up your As and begin to wonder if you have no choice but to go to NUS Arts cos all the myopic hobbits deem it as a dumping ground, do take heart. at least the new kid on da block is more than willing to take you in. just be really confident, talk your way thru those interviews, and be extremely competitive. shove your way to the first in the queue or something. better still, queue up 3 days before. that'd be pretty impressive.

right. back to Bacteriology.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

not exactly a comeback post, but i thought i'd just like to pen a few words about my 21st birthday.

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i've never believed in milestones when it comes to age, like u have to achieve something somewhat by this certain age. so when my 21st birthday came a-knockin, i wasn't too thrilled about it. what does it mean to be 21? it is just a number. & knowing me, i don't care bout numbers too much.

but today is a special day alright. it felt especially special not because i have reached the legal age to vote or watch people copulating on big screens, but because it marks the 8th year i've known my aunties. since the day we unwillingly sported obiang short-hairdos and the even more obiang uniform, played irc illegally during computer lessons, went to serene centre to eat upsized mac meals and baguettes from Tierney's Gourmet, going thru Love gained and Love lost, getting pissed drunk during clubbing (okay that was me), went thru our fair share of misunderstandings and bad tempers, to our very first overseas trip together.

it has been 8 years - and still counting.

tho i didn't party my birthday away, nor did i throw a bigbang party to commemorate my transition into a supposedly full-fledged adult, i'm glad that i had my closest friends around me, celebrating my special day as we've always did so for all other special occasions - without the flamboyance and angmoh hugs & air-kisses, just good company and good chinese food. (we prefer to eat with chopsticks thank you very much.)

simple, yet sincere. the sort of things that i value most in Life.

what do i wish for on my 21st birthday? u ask.

nothing more but a less-cluttered life, with only the good stuff that really matters inside. God, family, and my aunties.

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thank you auntie ilynn, auntie sylvia, auntie mandy (and associate member ah pek doron) for everything. everyday feels like a birthday when i meet up with you all, doing the same old things that we always do.

p.s. special thanks to auntie ilynn for the WONDERFUL book you got me (hur hur Tim Burton) and cd (altho i can't seem to play it on my comp yet cos it's copy-righted etc etc and i'm such a computer idiot. never mind i love it all the same.)

in a nutshell, YAY.