Heyheyhey!! So sorry for the long hiatus. Did you think I'd forgotten to reply to the tagboard messages? Haha don't worry, I'll always reply it, just that I've been tied down with meetings and going overseas for holidays (yep, the next post will be about my trip to Sarawak!!). Since that post generated so many messages (yay!), I figure tagging on the tagboard wouldn't really satisfy everything.
I think everyone's born a good person, really, like we are born clean slates, and have to be taught about what goes on in the the world and how to react and cope with it. These reactions and coping strategies may not be the best choices some of the time, and may not seem like behaviour befitting good people, but I think, at the end of the day, these reactions and behaviours are really just the methods that we adopt in order to survive. Some people may find being mean an easier method of getting what they want than being nice, so they just adopt it, and pretty soon, it kinda becomes second nature to be mean.
But another question arises. What makes people adopt the various methods that they adopt? Perhaps it's the environment? But some might also question how some people manage to grow up unaffected by their environments. Genetics? How would you explain some people with good genes to turn out bad? Perhaps, like what the textbook always says, there's a balance between the two. And personally, I agree, but I also think relying only on genetics and the environment seems to mean that the person is really just a product of other factors which he or she has no control over. I don't like to think of people having no control over what they are and who they can be. I think there's gotta be something unique inside everyone, that 3rd elusive factor that decides which types of methods and behaviours we adopt when we confront various situations. And this is where individual differences come in. There's gotta be different types of that something in each person. Genes and the environment are perhaps superficial explanations of everything.
We could look at the world in various ways, and that makes each of us unique. But what makes us able to click with each other, and people who perceive the world in different ways? Well I'm not sure either, but perhaps it's the dominance of the 3rd factor. The 3rd factor could coexist with other types of 3rd factor, which enable some people who seem very different to be actually be similar in some ways. Like how sometimes we feel like we are a mess of contradictory personalities, such as wanting to be alone yet wanting to be with someone but outwardly showing wanting to be alone? The dominant 3rd factor could be wanting to be alone, but it coexists with the factor that likes to be around people. Am I making sense here?
People are interesting, aren't they? And so mysterious that they can be darn irritating.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Cultural Psych
I can't help but feel that I'm fighting a losing battle here. There's no way I'm gonna be able to cover everything in Cultural Psych by tomorrow. I was trying to read my textbook just now, trying to convince myself that there's still time to try to cover my base, but I almost threw my book out of the window in frustration. And now I can't find the motivation to look at my lecture notes. I really feel like just going into the exam hall tomorrow without studying, but I know I'll definitely kick myself after that. But NOTHING is getting into my head. Argh.
I do hope tomorrow's paper is not as bad as I am expecting it to be...
And don't even mention the past two papers. I just hope I can get decent grades.
Please remind me not to be so bloody ambitious next time. 5 subjects will do.
I do hope tomorrow's paper is not as bad as I am expecting it to be...
And don't even mention the past two papers. I just hope I can get decent grades.
Please remind me not to be so bloody ambitious next time. 5 subjects will do.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Dance With My Father
This is a very sweet song! I wish I could have found the original singer's music video with his real voice, but this singer is nice too. Enjoy! Below are the lyrics...
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
This is a very sweet song! I wish I could have found the original singer's music video with his real voice, but this singer is nice too. Enjoy! Below are the lyrics...
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Look what my Dog Did
Yes, just look!
Would you believe an dog that looks like this:
would make my things look like this:
My Post-its!!!
and this:
My eraser!!!
Would you believe an dog that looks like this:
would make my things look like this:
My Post-its!!!
and this:
My eraser!!!
I wanna slap him, I really do! I just dropped my post-its and my eraser for a little while and the next time I looked, they were like that. Do you know how hard I tried to preserve the paper around my eraser and keep my eraser nice and clean?! And the silly boy has to spoil my efforts. Even my Post-its were not spared... From a nice and clean state, they became like.... like... RUBBISH!! Now both of my things have his saliva! Eau de Schnoozee. Does it have a nice ring to it? Oh man... Luckily the smell has faded somewhat from the eraser, and... I don;t think I wanna use the post-its anymore... What a pity. The size of the Post-its was PERFECT for note-taking...
Argh. But what can I do? It's like having a naughty child. We can't abandon our children even if they are mischievous can we? I can't bear to abandon him either. Haha!!
The Imp of the Perverse
I should be studying like a maniac; I know I should be studying like one; but I'm not. Instead, I'm online blogging about knowing that I should be studying, and doing everything else that's unnecessary- except studying.
Ever heard the story of The Imp of the Perverse by Edgar Allan Poe? It's very Freudian (Si Huan, you'll probably like it), talking about the perverseness in people, like how we would purposely do something to get ourselves into trouble when we know we can actually keep away from it by taking preventive measures. It's kinda like the death instinct Freud talked about, isn't it? Here's a paragraph from the story:
We stand upon the brink of a precipice. We peer into the abyss – we grow sick and dizzy. Our first impulse is to shrink from the danger. Unaccountably we remain. By slow degrees our sickness, and dizziness, and horror, become merged in a cloud of unnameable feeling. By gradations, still more imperceptible, this cloud assumes shape, as did the vapor from the bottle out of which arose the genius in the Arabian Nights. But out of this our cloud upon the precipice's edge, there grows into palpability, a shape, far more terrible than any genius, or any demon of a tale, and yet it is but a thought, although a fearful one, and one which chills the very marrow of our bones with the fierceness of the delight of its horror. It is merely the idea of what would be our sensations during the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height. And this fall – this rushing annihilation – for the very reason that it involves that one most ghastly and loathsome of all the most ghastly and loathsome images of death and suffering which have ever presented themselves to our imagination – for this very cause do we now the most vividly desire it. And because our reason violently deters us from the brink, therefore, do we the more impetuously approach it. There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him, who shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a plunge. To indulge for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to be inevitably lost; for reflection but urges us to forbear, and therefore it is, I say, that we cannot. If there be no friendly arm to check us, or if we fail in a sudden effort to prostrate ourselves backward from the abyss, we plunge, and are destroyed.
Examine these and similar actions as we will, we shall find them resulting solely from the spirit of the Perverse. We perpetrate them merely because we feel that we should not. Beyond or behind this, there is no intelligible principle. And we might, indeed, deem this perverseness a direct instigation of the Arch-Fiend, were it not occasionally known to operate in furtherance of good.
Isn't this like how we always go after the forbidden fruit? We know we should not go after it, but we still do, just to know what it's like. We can never be content that what we have is good. There must often, if not always, be something done to spoil the peace and goodness of what we have.
Defensive pessimism, I think, is the opposite of perverseness. What is defensive pessimism? Well it's an action taken by a defensive pessimist. OK, I know this sounds very duh and doesn't explain everything; I shall attempt to explain it further. A defensive pessimist is someone who anticipates failure, and thus does everything in his/her power to prepare to make whatever he/she is doing to make it a success. The thing is, all the while the defensive pessimist is preparing against the failure, he/she is always convinced that the project is doomed to failure. This is like preparing for disappointment. Don't you agree that the concepts of defensive pessimism and perverseness are like opposites? One is doing everything you can to prevent it, while thinking that the whole thing will be a failure, whereas the other is doing everything you can to get yourself into trouble, all the while convinced that if you were to keep quiet about it, everything will be fine.
You know what? I think the fact that life is full of ups and downs is caused by human's perverseness. Of course, it's hard to accept that we are perverted in the sense that we like to cause our own downfall, but think about it: why is it that quite a large number of high-flyers declare themselves bankrupt when they seemingly have it all? Why do some educated people turn to smoking when it's widely known that smoking causes lung cancer and other horrible consequences?
Hehe I welcome your rebuttals- there are lots of loopholes in this argument, and I admit, it's rather one-sided to state this argument like that. Haha, but I won't promise that I won't agree with you. So come on, share your views! Ahh... but don't sue me... =)
Ever heard the story of The Imp of the Perverse by Edgar Allan Poe? It's very Freudian (Si Huan, you'll probably like it), talking about the perverseness in people, like how we would purposely do something to get ourselves into trouble when we know we can actually keep away from it by taking preventive measures. It's kinda like the death instinct Freud talked about, isn't it? Here's a paragraph from the story:
We stand upon the brink of a precipice. We peer into the abyss – we grow sick and dizzy. Our first impulse is to shrink from the danger. Unaccountably we remain. By slow degrees our sickness, and dizziness, and horror, become merged in a cloud of unnameable feeling. By gradations, still more imperceptible, this cloud assumes shape, as did the vapor from the bottle out of which arose the genius in the Arabian Nights. But out of this our cloud upon the precipice's edge, there grows into palpability, a shape, far more terrible than any genius, or any demon of a tale, and yet it is but a thought, although a fearful one, and one which chills the very marrow of our bones with the fierceness of the delight of its horror. It is merely the idea of what would be our sensations during the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height. And this fall – this rushing annihilation – for the very reason that it involves that one most ghastly and loathsome of all the most ghastly and loathsome images of death and suffering which have ever presented themselves to our imagination – for this very cause do we now the most vividly desire it. And because our reason violently deters us from the brink, therefore, do we the more impetuously approach it. There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him, who shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a plunge. To indulge for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to be inevitably lost; for reflection but urges us to forbear, and therefore it is, I say, that we cannot. If there be no friendly arm to check us, or if we fail in a sudden effort to prostrate ourselves backward from the abyss, we plunge, and are destroyed.
Examine these and similar actions as we will, we shall find them resulting solely from the spirit of the Perverse. We perpetrate them merely because we feel that we should not. Beyond or behind this, there is no intelligible principle. And we might, indeed, deem this perverseness a direct instigation of the Arch-Fiend, were it not occasionally known to operate in furtherance of good.
Isn't this like how we always go after the forbidden fruit? We know we should not go after it, but we still do, just to know what it's like. We can never be content that what we have is good. There must often, if not always, be something done to spoil the peace and goodness of what we have.
Defensive pessimism, I think, is the opposite of perverseness. What is defensive pessimism? Well it's an action taken by a defensive pessimist. OK, I know this sounds very duh and doesn't explain everything; I shall attempt to explain it further. A defensive pessimist is someone who anticipates failure, and thus does everything in his/her power to prepare to make whatever he/she is doing to make it a success. The thing is, all the while the defensive pessimist is preparing against the failure, he/she is always convinced that the project is doomed to failure. This is like preparing for disappointment. Don't you agree that the concepts of defensive pessimism and perverseness are like opposites? One is doing everything you can to prevent it, while thinking that the whole thing will be a failure, whereas the other is doing everything you can to get yourself into trouble, all the while convinced that if you were to keep quiet about it, everything will be fine.
You know what? I think the fact that life is full of ups and downs is caused by human's perverseness. Of course, it's hard to accept that we are perverted in the sense that we like to cause our own downfall, but think about it: why is it that quite a large number of high-flyers declare themselves bankrupt when they seemingly have it all? Why do some educated people turn to smoking when it's widely known that smoking causes lung cancer and other horrible consequences?
Hehe I welcome your rebuttals- there are lots of loopholes in this argument, and I admit, it's rather one-sided to state this argument like that. Haha, but I won't promise that I won't agree with you. So come on, share your views! Ahh... but don't sue me... =)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
When I'm 64
This song is very cute! It's by The Beatles. Well, if I can get the MIDI file up or the youtube video up, you can have an idea of what the song sounds like. But till then, here's the lyrics:
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word, I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera ,Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word, I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera ,Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
An Amusing Analogy
This is Yi Lun's revelation, revealed in the car earlier this afternoon. I should warn you, though, that it's a rather crude analogy, albeit a funny one, so read it at your own risk!
Imagine your exams have started, and you just passed one stressful week of exams. The next week is much more relaxed, coz you've already revised all that you had to revise in the first week. However, there's still that dilemma within you- you badly want to relax because you were under SOOOO much stress the last week, but you know that you'd never forgive yourself if you relaxed and didn't study and the next week's exams are difficult. You know that heart very itchy feeling?
This is a bit like when you need to answer the small call of nature very very badly. However, while you are answering halfway, you find that you can't go all the way. Now, isn't this feeling very painful? You're so near to the goal, but... you can't go all the way!
Hope you enjoyed it! =)
Imagine your exams have started, and you just passed one stressful week of exams. The next week is much more relaxed, coz you've already revised all that you had to revise in the first week. However, there's still that dilemma within you- you badly want to relax because you were under SOOOO much stress the last week, but you know that you'd never forgive yourself if you relaxed and didn't study and the next week's exams are difficult. You know that heart very itchy feeling?
This is a bit like when you need to answer the small call of nature very very badly. However, while you are answering halfway, you find that you can't go all the way. Now, isn't this feeling very painful? You're so near to the goal, but... you can't go all the way!
Hope you enjoyed it! =)
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Happy Pepero Day!
Yep, most of you might not have heard of this kind of day. Neither have I, until today when Camella came into my room and gave me this:
It's a packet of 4 peperos!
Why did I receive this?
Well, according to Wikipedia and Camella, Pepero or Pocky Day (depending on which country you are from), is day in South Korea similar to Valentine's Day. It is named after the Korean snack Pepero and held on November 11 (today), since the date "11/11" resemble four sticks of Pepero. Or, if you're from Japan, it's Pocky Day, since the equivalent of Pepero is Pocky. This day is celebrated mostly by young people and couples, who exchange Pepero sticks, other candies, and romantic gifts.
According to the story, Pepero Day was started in 1994 by students at a girls' middle school in Busan, where they exchanged Pepero sticks as gifts to wish one another to grow "as tall and slender as a Pepero" (Pepero means "thin like a stick"). However, it is more likely it was initiated by Lotte, the company which produces Pepero.
While in most countries of the world, November 11th is a day of remembrance (since it signaled the end of World War I), in Korea, Japan, Vietnam (according to Camella) and Philippines (according to Mira), it is a day of romanceMany students are truant on this day to celebrate with their friends.
In Japan, a similar Pocky Day was held on November 11 in 1999, which was the 11th year of the Heisei era. The date, 11/11 of the 11th year, resembled 6 sticks of Pocky. According to Korean sources this day was based on the Pepero Day.
From what I heard, some people actually go to the trouble to buy plain pocky sticks (think Yan Yan without the cream) and then dip it into their own chocolate and then decorate it with the colourful rice candy. But generally, I think the trend is buying Pepero or Pocky and then dividing them into groups of 4 or 6, then wrapping them in nice bags or paper.
Camella was real sweet to think to give us a packet! =D
Yep, and now you know that there's a Pepero Day! Cheers to an increase in general knowledge! =p
It's a packet of 4 peperos!
Why did I receive this?
Well, according to Wikipedia and Camella, Pepero or Pocky Day (depending on which country you are from), is day in South Korea similar to Valentine's Day. It is named after the Korean snack Pepero and held on November 11 (today), since the date "11/11" resemble four sticks of Pepero. Or, if you're from Japan, it's Pocky Day, since the equivalent of Pepero is Pocky. This day is celebrated mostly by young people and couples, who exchange Pepero sticks, other candies, and romantic gifts.
According to the story, Pepero Day was started in 1994 by students at a girls' middle school in Busan, where they exchanged Pepero sticks as gifts to wish one another to grow "as tall and slender as a Pepero" (Pepero means "thin like a stick"). However, it is more likely it was initiated by Lotte, the company which produces Pepero.
While in most countries of the world, November 11th is a day of remembrance (since it signaled the end of World War I), in Korea, Japan, Vietnam (according to Camella) and Philippines (according to Mira), it is a day of romanceMany students are truant on this day to celebrate with their friends.
In Japan, a similar Pocky Day was held on November 11 in 1999, which was the 11th year of the Heisei era. The date, 11/11 of the 11th year, resembled 6 sticks of Pocky. According to Korean sources this day was based on the Pepero Day.
From what I heard, some people actually go to the trouble to buy plain pocky sticks (think Yan Yan without the cream) and then dip it into their own chocolate and then decorate it with the colourful rice candy. But generally, I think the trend is buying Pepero or Pocky and then dividing them into groups of 4 or 6, then wrapping them in nice bags or paper.
Camella was real sweet to think to give us a packet! =D
Yep, and now you know that there's a Pepero Day! Cheers to an increase in general knowledge! =p
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Careless Whisper
I like this song coz it's catchy, but for the lyrics.... well, I haven't met a situation like this yet. This song keeps playing in my head!! If you have time, maybe have a listen at it! George Michael really has a good voice, too bad he's gay... isn't he?
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mindIgnorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you find
Should have known better, yeah
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies
Something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad goodbyes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you find
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhyhthm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a foolI should have known better than to cheat a friend
(Should have known better, yeah)
And waste a chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
(Never without you)
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt eachother with the things we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now who's gonna dance with me
Please stay
And I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Now that you're gone
Now that you're gone
Now that you're gone
Was what I did so wrong
So wrong that you had to leave me alone
- George Michael
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mindIgnorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you find
Should have known better, yeah
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies
Something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad goodbyes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you find
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhyhthm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a foolI should have known better than to cheat a friend
(Should have known better, yeah)
And waste a chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
(Never without you)
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt eachother with the things we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now who's gonna dance with me
Please stay
And I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Now that you're gone
Now that you're gone
Now that you're gone
Was what I did so wrong
So wrong that you had to leave me alone
- George Michael
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
On a lighter note....
Here's a picture I found...
Hehe this is actually sold by an Australian lingerie shop. You can view it here: http://www.caryn.com.au/index.htm Naughty naughty design!! Haha!!
And I know just who would be interested in this. Unfortunately, though I was tempted to order one online for you, it costs AUD60, which is a whopping SGD$71.9984. No way am I gonna spend that much man... Haha maybe on your 21st birthday, then I'll order it for you. Or you could ask that special someone to do it? ;)
Yep, I must admit, it's quite creative, but.... a li'l too explicit, don't you think?
Hehe this is actually sold by an Australian lingerie shop. You can view it here: http://www.caryn.com.au/index.htm Naughty naughty design!! Haha!!
And I know just who would be interested in this. Unfortunately, though I was tempted to order one online for you, it costs AUD60, which is a whopping SGD$71.9984. No way am I gonna spend that much man... Haha maybe on your 21st birthday, then I'll order it for you. Or you could ask that special someone to do it? ;)
Yep, I must admit, it's quite creative, but.... a li'l too explicit, don't you think?
Motivation!!
It's a little more than 2 weeks to exams, and I haven't started studying yet. Wonderful. Now that projects are done, I find I'm wasting my time away doing rubbish online. Like blogging rubbish like this.
I need to find the motivation to concentrate!!!!!
I need to find the motivation to concentrate!!!!!
Monday, October 30, 2006
Birthday
Haha THANK YOU JORENE!
She has just given me the earliest and a VERY expensive 21st birthday. She's sponsoring half the cost of the ticket to SHE's concert next year. It's a whopping $148 and she's paying half... whoa... Hey, you like SHE so much ah?
Haha I've never watched a live concert before. SHE's concert should be quite fun. I heard from Merrilyn that SHE's concerts always have a certain standard, which is good. Plus this time I'm getting premier seats! Yay!! I'm not very familiar with SHE, but so far I like their songs, and I like them. But ask me their biodata and things about them, and I won't know how to answer. So Jorene, be prepared! I don't really know much about them!!!
=D
She has just given me the earliest and a VERY expensive 21st birthday. She's sponsoring half the cost of the ticket to SHE's concert next year. It's a whopping $148 and she's paying half... whoa... Hey, you like SHE so much ah?
Haha I've never watched a live concert before. SHE's concert should be quite fun. I heard from Merrilyn that SHE's concerts always have a certain standard, which is good. Plus this time I'm getting premier seats! Yay!! I'm not very familiar with SHE, but so far I like their songs, and I like them. But ask me their biodata and things about them, and I won't know how to answer. So Jorene, be prepared! I don't really know much about them!!!
=D
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Happy Land
Yi Lun told me to blog about the story about Happy Land, so I shall oblige her and let u see what a wonderful place Happy La-La-Land is.
The mosquitoes don't suck blood. They suck nectar.
The sun doesn't get too hot. It's like a bi-metallic strip, where, when the temperature gets too hot, it'll stop rising. Yeah, it's like auto-summer 365 days long. We won't ever have to travel to California or even dream about it, and Evon can stop yearning to go to some beachy place, coz NZ will be hot enough and sunny enough to get tanned. No more winters!!
The carnivores will be herbivores, and animals like the zebras and tigers will be Maths teachers. They teach the younger generation how to count. Like, counting the number of stripes on them. They will even teach abstract subjects like philosophy, such as whether the colour of the tiger is black stripes on orange or vice versa, and whether the zebra is white stripes on black.
Oh did I mention what the flowers look like? They all have plump petals and large centres between the petals. They will all have faces just like how you imagined them in Enid Blyton story books.
Whether there'll be humans or not is rather debatable, coz we realised that once there's the presence of humans, they'll try to change the landscape and the way the world operates. But then, because I'm the creator of the story, I'll say there'll be no humans in utopia. There's no such thing as a perfect human. You're welcome to invite them into your story if you want... ;)
The mosquitoes don't suck blood. They suck nectar.
The sun doesn't get too hot. It's like a bi-metallic strip, where, when the temperature gets too hot, it'll stop rising. Yeah, it's like auto-summer 365 days long. We won't ever have to travel to California or even dream about it, and Evon can stop yearning to go to some beachy place, coz NZ will be hot enough and sunny enough to get tanned. No more winters!!
The carnivores will be herbivores, and animals like the zebras and tigers will be Maths teachers. They teach the younger generation how to count. Like, counting the number of stripes on them. They will even teach abstract subjects like philosophy, such as whether the colour of the tiger is black stripes on orange or vice versa, and whether the zebra is white stripes on black.
Oh did I mention what the flowers look like? They all have plump petals and large centres between the petals. They will all have faces just like how you imagined them in Enid Blyton story books.
Whether there'll be humans or not is rather debatable, coz we realised that once there's the presence of humans, they'll try to change the landscape and the way the world operates. But then, because I'm the creator of the story, I'll say there'll be no humans in utopia. There's no such thing as a perfect human. You're welcome to invite them into your story if you want... ;)
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Lazaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I feel too lazy to do work right now, and it's like, what? 11.32 in the morning. 2 hours have passed since I woke up and NO work has been accomplished yet. Makes me wonder how I'm gonna finish studying for my 3 tests next week. But u know what? I find that I don't have the energy to go and bother about exactly how much time I have before the tests. Thinking about it just makes my heart race and makes me panic and then I'll be as good as useless. Doesn't help that I have 3 more projects to do and all are clamouring for attention.
I really don't have confidence for any of the projects and presentations that are coming up. Did I tell you? I screwed up a presentation last week. I READ ENTIRELY FROM THE WHOLE BLOODY SCREEN. That's something I haven't done in a long time, and, unlike most events, it wasn't a thrilling experience. It was bloody embarrassing. I hope I won't screw up anymore, coz the next time(s), presentation counts for alot.
I just wanna escape. I wanna turn off all communication devices and just... I don't know, hide or something. But the moment I do that, when I turn on the communication devices once again, reality will set in and I'll be there slapping myself for turning them off. That's the horrid consequence. Backlog of work to be done. Yep, so I've planned something. I have an announcement to make.
ON THE FIRST OF DECEMBER 2006, MY HANDPHONE WILL BE TURNED OFF, MY MSN STATUSES WILL BE OFFLINE AND MY HOUSE PHONE WILL NOT BE PICKED UP. I WILL BE WATCHING TV AND STAYING HOME AND SLEEPING.
Yeah!! =D And I absolutely can't wait for that. So... yep, I hope you understand if I don't reply on that day... I've been looking forward to it so long that I think I'll really push whatever suddenly crops up that day to another day. I need a day to do mindless stupid things like watching tv. Yes, and if you're wondering, I'll be watching "Princess Hours". No detective/horror/suspense etc shows for me. That day's not for using my brain... Haha....
Yes well, I guess this entry will make some of you think I'm an escapist or a coward or a spineless weakling who can't stand the hardships of life. All right. Whatever you say. I probably am, but one thing: don't YOU get sick of obligations and social norms and whatever that comes with surviving in society?
On a lighter note, we went out to celebrate my mother's birthday yesterday at No Signboard Restaurant (Well I think the name's an irony, really, but that's for another discussion another day)!! The food was good. I liked the vermicelli with crayfish. The crayfish was so fresh and juicy and the sauce on the vermicelli was good- thick and spicy and tasty. The vermicelli was juicy (can u imagine?), and it was just the right texture, not too hard and not too soft. That's why every mouthful was also full of the sauce. Yum... The crabs were not bad too. We had pepper crab, and it was peppery, but not so peppery that it overpowered the taste of the crab. Ahh... we had sambal mussels too, and that was good. The mussels were JUICY, not fried till they were dry like some places tend to fry it. Yam ring... well that was ok, not bad, but I think other places which specialise in zhu chao would have done it better. Yam ring's just not a seafood food. A large chunk of my salary from the RA job done last month went into the meal =S but it was worth it. The food was good, the company was good, the weather was.... errr.... at least it didn rain (though a weather without the blasted haze could have been better). I wish I had taken photos. I brought the camera, but realised that my father hadn't put in the XD card after he used it for another camera -_-", otherwise I'd show you all the dishes!!
Von: Mummy says you'll get a chance to go there when you come back! But really, Kelong still wins in terms of price, and maybe the taste is slightly better there (kelong i mean...). Come back soon!!
It's now 11.55am, and I still haven't done anything. Yippeeeeeeeeeeee
I really don't have confidence for any of the projects and presentations that are coming up. Did I tell you? I screwed up a presentation last week. I READ ENTIRELY FROM THE WHOLE BLOODY SCREEN. That's something I haven't done in a long time, and, unlike most events, it wasn't a thrilling experience. It was bloody embarrassing. I hope I won't screw up anymore, coz the next time(s), presentation counts for alot.
I just wanna escape. I wanna turn off all communication devices and just... I don't know, hide or something. But the moment I do that, when I turn on the communication devices once again, reality will set in and I'll be there slapping myself for turning them off. That's the horrid consequence. Backlog of work to be done. Yep, so I've planned something. I have an announcement to make.
ON THE FIRST OF DECEMBER 2006, MY HANDPHONE WILL BE TURNED OFF, MY MSN STATUSES WILL BE OFFLINE AND MY HOUSE PHONE WILL NOT BE PICKED UP. I WILL BE WATCHING TV AND STAYING HOME AND SLEEPING.
Yeah!! =D And I absolutely can't wait for that. So... yep, I hope you understand if I don't reply on that day... I've been looking forward to it so long that I think I'll really push whatever suddenly crops up that day to another day. I need a day to do mindless stupid things like watching tv. Yes, and if you're wondering, I'll be watching "Princess Hours". No detective/horror/suspense etc shows for me. That day's not for using my brain... Haha....
Yes well, I guess this entry will make some of you think I'm an escapist or a coward or a spineless weakling who can't stand the hardships of life. All right. Whatever you say. I probably am, but one thing: don't YOU get sick of obligations and social norms and whatever that comes with surviving in society?
On a lighter note, we went out to celebrate my mother's birthday yesterday at No Signboard Restaurant (Well I think the name's an irony, really, but that's for another discussion another day)!! The food was good. I liked the vermicelli with crayfish. The crayfish was so fresh and juicy and the sauce on the vermicelli was good- thick and spicy and tasty. The vermicelli was juicy (can u imagine?), and it was just the right texture, not too hard and not too soft. That's why every mouthful was also full of the sauce. Yum... The crabs were not bad too. We had pepper crab, and it was peppery, but not so peppery that it overpowered the taste of the crab. Ahh... we had sambal mussels too, and that was good. The mussels were JUICY, not fried till they were dry like some places tend to fry it. Yam ring... well that was ok, not bad, but I think other places which specialise in zhu chao would have done it better. Yam ring's just not a seafood food. A large chunk of my salary from the RA job done last month went into the meal =S but it was worth it. The food was good, the company was good, the weather was.... errr.... at least it didn rain (though a weather without the blasted haze could have been better). I wish I had taken photos. I brought the camera, but realised that my father hadn't put in the XD card after he used it for another camera -_-", otherwise I'd show you all the dishes!!
Von: Mummy says you'll get a chance to go there when you come back! But really, Kelong still wins in terms of price, and maybe the taste is slightly better there (kelong i mean...). Come back soon!!
It's now 11.55am, and I still haven't done anything. Yippeeeeeeeeeeee
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Chivalry Doesn't Fade With Age
Remember we always learnt that we should always have a passion for learning? Well, qualities like chivalry shouldn't fade with age either.
Yesterday, I was on the train to Toa Payoh. There was this elderly man who boarded the train at City Hall with me. There was a younger lady beside him, and the train was full. He found the seat first, and therefore sat down. When he saw that lady, he immediately gave up his seat for her. The lady was rather shocked, and, I think embarrassed, so she tried to refuse the seat- I mean, how could u take the seat someone older offered to you? Well the older man refused to let her say no- I think he said, "You're a lady" and in the end she sat down.
I was impressed with the man's behaviour. In this day and age, he showed that chivalry's not dead, and that it doesn't stop when a person gets older. That's what I call graciousness. =)
Yesterday, I was on the train to Toa Payoh. There was this elderly man who boarded the train at City Hall with me. There was a younger lady beside him, and the train was full. He found the seat first, and therefore sat down. When he saw that lady, he immediately gave up his seat for her. The lady was rather shocked, and, I think embarrassed, so she tried to refuse the seat- I mean, how could u take the seat someone older offered to you? Well the older man refused to let her say no- I think he said, "You're a lady" and in the end she sat down.
I was impressed with the man's behaviour. In this day and age, he showed that chivalry's not dead, and that it doesn't stop when a person gets older. That's what I call graciousness. =)
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Road to Redemption
12 steps (Malay):
With every word, I learn to keep it
With every criticism, I learn to understand
With every ego, I learn about humility
With every step, I learn to be careful
With every mistake, I learn to improve
With every doubt, I learn to believe
With every injury, I learn about healing
With every cry, I learn about regret
With every smile, I learn about sincerity
With every sin, I learn to repent
With every prayer, I learn about confidence
With every prostration, I learn to be grateful
With every pleasure, God bestows upon us
This poem (I think) is by a 40-year-old woman serving a seven-year term for drug consumption, from The Straits Times
12 steps, sounding deceptively simple and fast, but actually needing alot of courage and willpower to take each step. How many of us are actually able to take any one of those steps? How many of us have experienced a cry, a critism, a bruised ego, and never advanced from there, just staying on to dwell on it, or hide from it? I know I'm probably guilty of alot of it, and I think whoever actually manages to transcend these 12 steps and get on with life probably deserves an award for never giving up or something. If there isn't such an award, well, there should be one. Yellow Ribbon Project- the project to give ex-convicts a second chance. Well, I feel they really should be given a second chance. Following my previous entry, and understanding how much support means to a person, I now can really understand how much trust and support can help a person regain his/her sense of self-worth, and just a little bit of it can actually help the person a long way. We don't have to explicitly say, "Hey, I trust you" etc. Just our little actions or attitudes will do.
Some might say it's hard to judge whether a person is trustworthy or not, especially ex-convicts. Well I wouldn't disagree with that, but... Isn't it a fact that we really can't trust anybody, those record-free people included? Maybe we should take a chance, a leap of faith. Who knows, we really might make a difference in that other person's life.
"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experiences of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved."
- Helen Keller
(http://en.thinkexist.com/quotes/helen_keller/2.html)
With every word, I learn to keep it
With every criticism, I learn to understand
With every ego, I learn about humility
With every step, I learn to be careful
With every mistake, I learn to improve
With every doubt, I learn to believe
With every injury, I learn about healing
With every cry, I learn about regret
With every smile, I learn about sincerity
With every sin, I learn to repent
With every prayer, I learn about confidence
With every prostration, I learn to be grateful
With every pleasure, God bestows upon us
This poem (I think) is by a 40-year-old woman serving a seven-year term for drug consumption, from The Straits Times
12 steps, sounding deceptively simple and fast, but actually needing alot of courage and willpower to take each step. How many of us are actually able to take any one of those steps? How many of us have experienced a cry, a critism, a bruised ego, and never advanced from there, just staying on to dwell on it, or hide from it? I know I'm probably guilty of alot of it, and I think whoever actually manages to transcend these 12 steps and get on with life probably deserves an award for never giving up or something. If there isn't such an award, well, there should be one. Yellow Ribbon Project- the project to give ex-convicts a second chance. Well, I feel they really should be given a second chance. Following my previous entry, and understanding how much support means to a person, I now can really understand how much trust and support can help a person regain his/her sense of self-worth, and just a little bit of it can actually help the person a long way. We don't have to explicitly say, "Hey, I trust you" etc. Just our little actions or attitudes will do.
Some might say it's hard to judge whether a person is trustworthy or not, especially ex-convicts. Well I wouldn't disagree with that, but... Isn't it a fact that we really can't trust anybody, those record-free people included? Maybe we should take a chance, a leap of faith. Who knows, we really might make a difference in that other person's life.
"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experiences of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved."
- Helen Keller
(http://en.thinkexist.com/quotes/helen_keller/2.html)
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Family Support
You know, I finally really realise why the abnormal Psych textbook always encourages family support in the course of the treatment of the patients. Family support IS really very important.
It was only today that I finally realise how much I need family support. Without it, I think I might have broken down or something.
There have been too many things to handle recently- projects, tests, CCAs, work etc... the list goes on and on... So many things to be done in so little time. I thought I'd be able to do it, but MAN am I so wrong. I was feeling so horrid about everything, and my temper was getting shorter and shorter... Thanks to my family, who has been so wonderful... They didn't lose their patience with me, and even tried to help me out, and tried to help me relax. Even Mira was a wonderful support, making Milo for me even though she was busy doing her work. Though they often nag at me and make me see things which I'd rather not see at the moment, they gave me the help and support I need by always being there for me.
Well, this stressful period's nowhere near over yet, but I think I'll be able to hang on till the load has gone off a bit.....
It was only today that I finally realise how much I need family support. Without it, I think I might have broken down or something.
There have been too many things to handle recently- projects, tests, CCAs, work etc... the list goes on and on... So many things to be done in so little time. I thought I'd be able to do it, but MAN am I so wrong. I was feeling so horrid about everything, and my temper was getting shorter and shorter... Thanks to my family, who has been so wonderful... They didn't lose their patience with me, and even tried to help me out, and tried to help me relax. Even Mira was a wonderful support, making Milo for me even though she was busy doing her work. Though they often nag at me and make me see things which I'd rather not see at the moment, they gave me the help and support I need by always being there for me.
Well, this stressful period's nowhere near over yet, but I think I'll be able to hang on till the load has gone off a bit.....
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