Different feeling.

Holidays always make me feel different, like I'm someone else. It's neither a good or bad thing I guess, since I totally forget about everything that happened in the past year, including homework. Then, when the new school year is around the corner, I start getting apprehensive of what's to come. Doesn't make much sense, right? It's not supposed to. See how nonsensical I can get.

I don't really make a good blogger. I'm not the diary type. It's obvious my life is less than mundane, more of the weird and unmentionable actually. Not that it's bad; I won't balk at it, but it's the kind of thing that people wouldn't bother about. So basically, couple a mundane life with bad writing, and you get d-dossier.blogspot.com. Go, click on the link, and you'll greeted by yet another boring webpage. See how lame I can get.

Oh well, at least for now, I've got less on my mind to worry about, what with the holidays and Christmas festivities, (Oh wait, festivities. Now that's something to be worried about. Darn.) and the longer I try to come up with something to fill up this space, the harder it gets. So why not spare myself the torment and end this post right here. See how lazy I can get.

Timing

Ok, it may seem that I'm posting at funny times for my previous posts, because, all the while last time, being the IT-illiterate person that I am, I did not have any idea on how to change the time from American to Singapore's UTC/GMT +8 for the blog/place for incessant ranting.

So, being so not-tied-up all of a sudden (there's always a first for everything), I explored Blogger for the first time today (hurray for me). Anyway. This is just to quash those thoughts out there that think I blogged during school (although they should know my URL if they checked). Never.

Another irrelevant one.

Has eternity gone by yet? Really? That was fast.

(My my, not paying close attention, eh. That's what my posts do to people. Refer to last post, 5th paragraph.) Anyway.

So here we are, at the (not so) awaited sequel of the aptly named "The Most Irrelevant", where readers, or rather victims, are hurled into a mess of disconnected thoughts, disoriented rantings, and the ever-so odd moment of truth. Here are some questions, now. Let there be megrim!

1. Why do online dictionaries have female speakers to enunciate, and not males?

2. Why do calculators sometimes refuse to have an "off" button, or refuse to do so when there's one?

3. Why does it take 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile? I mean, doesn't gravity help one bit?

4. Why is 70 - 80% of all Singaporean land state-owned?

It'll take at least a while for the dust to settle, but the age-old question, which defies all comprehension, (even logic): Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

what now?

There is always a period in one's life where one asks self: "What now?"

So, "What now?" I asked myself one day. Of course not out loud, that would be mad. "What now?? a voice in my head whispered. Remember, I am not mad, just mentally unsound. So began a debate in my head.
Anyway, hogwash.

So ya, there will come a point in time where one is uncertain about life's direction. Where one is in need of navigation, and where one needs a rudder to do so. And a compass. Now that's important. Very.
Again, hogwash.

Whenever all this happens, it's just because one is disoriented, thrust into a situation so alien that E.T. couldn't even phone home, and that Manhunter couldn't wriggle himself out of. Well, it so happens that MIB couldn't even handle it.

You see, when one is disoriented, this is what happens. Blog posts become totally irrelevant, and readers will have to skip this one, and wait for eternity for another. Another totally irrelevant blog post because thisbloggerhasnothingtowriteandpostsinceheleads atotallymundaneanddisorientedlife,asIhavedisorientedlystatedabove.

Oh well, as they say, what porridge ate John Keats?!

when life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

When life hands me lemons, I must make lemonade. So, who wants some?

I have made plenty, and I'll have to continue making more.
Is this what I'm cut out to be? A lemonade seller or whatever?

Me and my bemoaning.
Anyway, on to a lighter note.

I like the people I am around now, and I hope that I will also come to like those I am soon going to be around next time. Hopefully.

So, 50 c per cup, anyone?

Hopefully,

Hopefully, I'll enjoy the holidays.

Hopefully, I'll be able to focus on my work.

Hopefully, I'll be able to do better next year.

Hopefully, I can get along better next year.

Hopefully, I'll be normal next year.

Hopefully, I'll be me next year.

Hopefully, they'll be nicer next year.

Hopefully, my entries will get more relevant next year.

It had to end

Sigh. This is the first time I ever missed school. Sigh. What is the world coming to when one longs for the very thing many others dread? It shows it is getting better. At least that is what I think.

It was a bitter-sweet moment. As much as I wanted the school year not to end (I know I sound mad, bear with me), I too looked forward to the new school year. It had to end, sometime.

And, I am glad that it actually lasts for three more years.

sighs of life

The following list categorises what I call the 'sighs of life'. This may or may not be applicable to you.

Sighs of Life

1. When people score better in life than you do, yet they complain.

2. When no one stops when you hitch-hike or hail a cab, just before an interview.

3. When you can't reach a switch.

4. When the toilet refuses to flush when it's 'full'.

5. When you expect reciprocation, you don't get it.

6. When the printer breaks down the night before a deadline.

7. When the computer hangs on you at a 7-hour download at 95% status.

8. When, at 5 am in the morning, you realise that you have to wake up at 5.30 am.

9. When you are tired and sleepy.

10. When you got plenty more sighs, yet the 'sighs of life' list has ended.

Sigh.

over and out.

The exams are over. And out of my schedule. Over and out. I'm lame.

But, it's not over yet. Projects and more assignments are awaiting my attention, to which sparsely I shall give. Tell it to Them. But, never mind, I shan't blame Them. After all, work is what keeps me going. (Note the serious expression on my face and my grim voice.)

Isn't it so?
Work, is what keeps us focused on achieving our goals.
Without work, I would just be whiling time away, doing nothing at home, twiddling thumbs.
I'd feel wasted. Like, there was nothing to live for.
Okay, maybe work is just one of the many commitments we have in life.
Maybe it isn't really much of an issue in life to some.

Well, too much of a good thing can be bad anyway.

ignoramus.

I didn't know that Science was this tough.

Until now. Sigh, the woes of calculations.

What an Ignoramus I am. Well, who asked me to. No one, right?

I didn't know that Science was this tough.

diversity and subject combinations

I have to choose what I want to study.
Sounds good?
Not for me.

Spoilt for choice?
Nah.
Depends on how well I do.

Isn't it true that we should always be balanced?
So. Does that mean Einstein should make way for Fleming and Bohr?
Or should it be the other way around?
I have no idea.

And does that mean I should choose between Livingstone and Macaulay?
Or can both keep the balance?
Again, I have no idea.

Subject combinations. Education's interpretation of diversity.
Amazon rainforest, here I come.

blog.

Blog. I got it all wrong. Sigh.

out for lunch

The entries are going to get shorter, and fewer too.
The exams are coming. What to do.

Don't blame me. I'm just trying to do my best i.e. studying.
Can anyone be my 'study buddy'?
Please?

Wanted to tell y'all culture-starved people out there: go to a museum.
Especially the one at Empress' Place. Yes, the Asian Civilisations Museum. Otherwise known as ACM. Nope, not the one at Armenian Street. The one beside Victoria Concert Hall. Otherwise known as VCH. Ya.

They are having this 'Journey of Faith' exhibition there, showcasing Vatican history etc.
It's not very religious though. Only showcases artworks, artefacts, models and the facts.
Some of the artefacts/articles there are pretty valuable too.

All these may look like it came off the back of some brochure, but no, I'm not advertising.
And for the record, I'm Protestant. Ya.

thanks to her

Ok people. For all those observant people out there.
What is different about the blog?
Other than some tweaks in the background.

Yes! You can now comment on my entries!
However, this is the closest thing to a tagboard I will allow on this blog indefinitely. Ha.

Credit should go to blog designer Tree, who noticed my last post. Ha. Again.
(Yes, a botanic lifeform helped me.)
Since I'm totally IT-illiterate.
And believe me when I say that. Because I don't go around saying I'm IT-illiterate for nothing.

And the tree just got balder when the background was modified. Sigh.

some of you may wonder

Some may wonder why there is no tagboard. On the blog.

Well, for obvious reasons, really.

1. Clashes REAL badly with the background, people.

2. Sometimes, just sometimes, people tag totally different content on the tagboard from the entries posted. Even up to the extent of tagging about everything else under the sun, EXCEPT about the blog.

3. The standard of writing between mine and the taggers' may differ greatly, especially in the case where I write better.

4. Undesirable content may somehow just leak into my blog through the tagboard. (I really don't know how this happens. Just baffles me, totally.)

5. For all I know, some people just hate me and my blog. (I really don't know how this happens too. Maybe No. 3 applies in this case.)

6. 10 good reasons, anyone?

As to why you aren't able to comment on any of my blog entries, don't ask me. Ask the blog designer.

But, I like it just the way it is. Don't you?

rain tree

Rain Tree
Related: Plant

Also called monkeypod, it is a large leguminous tropical tree (Albizia saman or Samanea saman) of tropical America belonging to the family Leguminosae (pulse family), the leaves of which fold together in cloudy weather and in darkness. Rain trees may attain heights of 80 ft (24 m) with a branch spread of up to 100 ft (30 m). These flat-topped trees are widely cultivated throughout the tropics as shade trees for such crops as coffee and cacao. Their edible pods are used chiefly for stock feed. The durable wood has a deep, rich color and is used for furniture. Other species of the genus are grown in warm climates for timber or food and sometimes as a source of gums and tannin. Rain trees are classified in the division Magnoliophyta, class Magnoliopsida, order Rosales, family Leguminosae.

At the very least, I'm useful. Ha.

symposium

Went for a symposium today that one of my school teachers recommended to us. It was rather interesting, especially about the issues concerning our nation's identity, and how they were brought up and dealt with in different discussions. "National" food, symbols, art and architecture get tossed around like a pigskin during those really lively discussions. You get the feeling of "What a great world we live in" if you would sit in for one of those. The food there was great too. And, an architect there had an idea of a museum to give visitors a chance to open up their minds, and it was nice. The draft of the plan I mean. Really nice. Another thing that was very nice and out of this world was a Math report done up by a really hardworking guy called Allister. Really nice.

I suddenly realised that things are very nice. Really nice.

hotel rwanda

The entire cohort in TA watched the movie Hotel Rwanda at school today.
Since most people know about the impact the movie has on the viewers, I'll talk more on the technical aspect of the movie. Which is not exactly. Good. Hmm.

Madame Archer. The Caucasian woman who is a Red Cross volunteer in Rwanda taking care of Tutsi orphans. Though I don't know the actress' name, she is one stiff woman. I mean, she is so expressionless whenever she is on scene. Compared to the rest of the cast that is. But the thing is, when you are faced with the probable death of all the orphans you are in charge of, the last thing you would do would be to look like a block of dead wood. Right? Right? Right.

Next. They should have proper scene transitions. No, I'm not talking about from one scene to the other, but as in, scenes which are meant to be continuous but cast in different camera angles. At some points in the movie, the scene continuity (I should say), was a little... uncontinuous. In the exact same scene, Madame Archer (yes, her again) was in two slightly different postures, when she was supposed to be as dead as a block of wood. Anyway. It could be the entire crew's fault. Why didn't they tell her?

And Don Cheadle, the lead... I kept mistaking him for Denzel Washington, though they look totally different from each other.

And we must finish two assignments by the end of the holidays. Loosely based on this movie. I can't imagine what I would come up with for those assignments. At least, not now.

the holidays

The day wears on slowly, with little but doldrum, as the clock snailed along, so did I.

They released us early, in the hope that they would be rid of us as soon as possible.

After all, it was the holidays. Yeah... THE holidays. Like that was much good.

Anyway, so on to the holidays. What would I do? Nothing much I guess.

Just counting the days as they go by, and then, at the last moment, dread the end.

Wow. Don't you just ADORE the holidays. I sure do.