Finally.

Do I really have to type it out myself?!

Here.

Sorry, second link a little awry.

Here, try it again.

lovely links

Here are some great links for some great motivational videos.

The pictures used are amazingly... beautiful. *breath taken away... starts hyperventilating*

To view them, click here and here.

Enjoy.

something must be done

Something must be done about this. But who should go do it?

"Me? Nah, can't you people see how busy I am?"

"Not me, tight schedule here."

"ME?! How can it be me?! How do you expect me to do that?!"

"Someone else besides me, dude. I'm booked."

Something must be done about this.

***

All talk, no action.

Ok... maybe I should stop.

Lest I be accused of that.

nostalgia

Floods back. Just hits me in the face. And it sets in.

This was where I used to be. Happy and free.

Caged birds are not supposed to be, you know.

Everything is pushing against the gates.

Floodgates exceeding limit. Code Orange! Code Red!

Mayday! Mayday!

Boom!

gay adoption

Have to debate on this motion. And I'm Proposition. Ok.

Rain trees are nice, don't you think?

So much to do, so little time.

For example, homework. Projects. What else... oh yes, and debate. And much more. Much more than you could ever dream or think of.

Wow. I love my school.

And my teachers.

***

When I was young, I used to think that the school was just one evil organisation.

I mean, the homework was alright, but it puzzled my then ignorant mind as to how the teachers could be so knowledgeable. Now, of course I know that is not true.

***

Well, since Teachers' Day is just around that dark, gloomy corner, a tribute should be in order for all the teachers who have one way or another made a dent, huge ones at that, in my life.

"*Cough Cough* teachers are great *Cough Cough*"

Dry weather lately. Ya.

Since that's done and over with, let's head on to something closer to home. Why not my home.

Maybe not. Secrecy is best, and such is the way of life. Ha.

Not that I hate my family, in fact, they are the best people to be around.

But still, why should I tell?

Ok, useless post.

creative conflict

Debate.

Drains.

Degenerates.

Decays.

Deteriorates.

Decomposes.

My mind.

Not that it's bad, in fact, I look forward to it. I like it pretty much.

It's just that, debate can be interpreted in so many ways. And my way is well... you get the idea.

I thought it was just about eloquence, and the think-on-your-feet thing.

But no, we had to come up with speeches, and lots more planning behind the scenes.

Sorry, but I really don't blame anyone.

It's just that, it wasn't what I expected it to be.

But I'm so not quitting, 'cause it's just getting better.

The light at the end of the tunnel has come, and it's not the train mind you.

Oh yeah, new phrase learnt at debate: creative conflict. Interests me.

Arguing just got cleverer and more intelligent.

blink of an eye

Blink. You missed it.

Blink. There, you missed it again.

How much you could never see once the eyelid shuts, and opens. And shuts. And opens.

So fast. Everything's so fast.

One moment and the entire tsunami ends.

One moment and four bombs go off somewhere.

The whole notion is that, well, you miss lots.

And that isn't very nice to know, is it?

at all?

Have I noticed any good blogs lately? Ask me that.

"Have you noticed any good blogs lately?"

"Yes. Precisely my point."

Is this good? I mean, the thing you are reading at the moment.

I have come to realise that the reason no one actually reads this is because:

a. It's not about me.

b. Where's the salacious gossip and locker-room exchange?

c. Lame is this blogger's middle name, if that means you can call this a blog, which technically, is not.

d. Too ordinary.

e. Not exciting.

f. Boring.

g. Tiring to read.

h. So not a page-turner, not that there are any pages to turn in the first instance.

i. It's not about me.

I could go down the list for eternity, and still be not even halfway through it.
Well, points a. and i. certainly is what I purported to do so in the first place, i.e. blog about everything else except me. And since I don't really talk about current events that much, and neither do I biodate others' lives which are but mundane, there's nothing else much left.
So when you dissect this entire blog, templates and all, there's nothing really much left at all. Maybe I should turn this into a blog about blogs. Now that would be interesting. And I am serious about this, just for once. Hmm.

rather extreme, don't you think?

By this I mean the undecided decision to make my alma mater, a single-sex school, into a co-ed one, which simply means, from an all-boys school to a school for both girls and boys.

I'm not against the opposite gender or anything, neither am I against the people making this decision. In fact, I would have supported this decision, had it not been for the long untouched school tradition: no girls. For 129 years to be exact. I mean, the introduction of the 'smarter species' into the school would be good; the boys have something else to look forward to, ahem; overall school academic performance would excel; and many other practical benefits waiting to be discovered.

But, I still think the not-yet-announced decision is rather extreme. 129 years is a long time for a tradition to be around, in Singapore at least. At the very least, there are quite a few with me not standing for this. Please help.

which would it be?

The red? Or the blue?

The 8o Ghz or the 200 Ghz?

The four-inch or the six-inch?

How often we choose and settle only for the best.
And when there's no other option/choice/alternative, the ranting starts.
Not sure whether other countries or places experience this,
but here, we experience it
as strong and oh-so-often as the tropical showers come.

When will we be truly content and satisfied?
When will we not ask for more or despise the less?
When will it be when

gentility,

propriety, and

decorum

all be aspects of our society?

Please let it not be as late as the day and age when pigs fly.

enormity of the speck

Has anyone wondered about how big the world is?
True, many have commented since the age of technology, the world is but a global village, what with telecommunication and all.
But, have we all been there to experience the different events taking place throughout the world?
Many a time, I wonder how much I actually am missing out on.

A baby's first birthday. A grandmother's 90th birthday bash.

A cuppa with two. A banquet held by a sultan.

The cleaner finishing up a toilet. The clinching of a big client's deal.

A new invention. A summit.

Now when I think about it, there oh-so-many things happening around us that we hardly notice. Or even think about.

What a wonderful world.

This-ability

Do you know what's the same about:

1) Person chewing on llama fur

or...

2) My shoe fitting my foot

Give up?

Well, they are both weird. That's it.
That's the million dollar answer to the million dollar question.

Ok... that was put a little too, how should I put it,... wrong?

Anyway, what I was trying to put across was...
Everything that may seem different, is always the same at the very end.

That goes for people too.
No matter the physical make up, their character, etc etc dot-dot-dot,
they, or rather we, are still the same.

Discrimination between people should never be condoned, it should never have existed in the first place. Discrimination, whether positive or negative, is everywhere.

Signs on the buses that shout, "Give up your seat for the elderly, diabled, or pregnant."

I'm not saying that positive discrimination should be discouraged, but it is such things that promote its evil, ugly counterpart.

Moreover, the things we say and do often define who we really are.
Who are we?

depressing world?

That's what everyone thinks.
Yes, we kill each other, using the most brutal of methods, and the most degrading tortures, both physical and psychological.
The world is dying in vain, because of us.
But, though this is totally cliche, look on the bright side of life.
All of these have actually allowed us to treasure the humanity and moments we all share. It is a common experience, though not for all.
"It is well that war should be so terrible, or we would grow too fond of it."
So enjoy life.

face the music

Literally. I had my music exam today. The practical type. I have to say I have my reservations on whether I would make the grade. Oh well. We'll see.
The examiner looked a little uptight to me, and kept stumbling over her words. Not sure whether that's a sign that I will pass or no. But definitely, I'm glad it's over. One thing though, it speaks a little about your character if you complement pearls with dirty green socks and an office suit.
Like the examiner did. Ok.

the many unthinkables

Nope, that's not what you think it is. Or is it?

The human mind has plenty of limitations, that constrain the mind's ability to accept new-found knowledge? Ironic?

It has a tremendous memory capacity, but is it always utilised? Or is it storing information we will never encounter or make use of ever again in our lives?

How far must the ship be before it disappears into the horizon?

How close must a speck be before you can't see it?

How long must you think about this before you can come up with the answers?

The mind is a powerful thing, but can it actually be used?

Think about it.

creation

I believe in God.

Theories try to prove that there is no God. But I believe that God exists.

Look at creation. Look at how diverse it is, and yet everything still fits in together perfectly.

Look at the mechanism that holds all of nature together.

Look at us.

the world's a stage

If it really was, I'd wonder who the stagehands and backup crew would be, and especially who the director of the entire play was. Puppets are being made of people, then and now. I have seen it everywhere, where there are a few masterminds at work manipulating people, and exploiting them. I really do not know where I would stand; maybe as the one of the stagehands. Toiling so hard, enduring so much, yet receiving hardly any recognition at all, only to be referred to as "all those who have contributed in one way or another". Or worse, being ridiculed and mocked at. Am I the persecuted, or the persecutor? We will not be able to comprehend all this until this whole production ends. Or is it time for the curtain call already? I hope there won't be any encores though.

the reality sets in...

Ok, now I'm addicted. Three posts on, and I'm posting my second entry in a day. It may be nothing to some, but since I am a self-control freak (note SELF-control, not just control), I just can't help but feel that, well, I'm out of control. Code Red! Code Red! Whatever. Sensing the ultimatum. Waiting for the reality to set in. Am I making a big deal out of nothing? Is this even necessary? Hmm, I wonder, am I even making sense at all? Oh yes, this is a self-to-self blog, which means that, well, only I can truly understand what I, myself, am raving about. All are welcome though; just note that I rant about all random things under the great ball of fire that rises from the east, or was it west? There I go again. Gee.

let the show begin

No one, and I mean absolutely no one knows that I blog, let alone anyone knows that this even exists. And surprisingly, I like it this way. I am not about to let this blog be defunct, yet neither am I going to merely journal religiously what I have done for the past day. This is going to be a board of self expression and creativity. And no, it is not a graffiti wall, and neither is it a drawing competition. No one will ever read this except yours truly, and even then there is a lucky person who reads this, he, or she, will be the only lucky person. How nice. And some times I really wonder, am I in a state of semi-insanity, talking to myself like this? I wonder. Hmm.