Messy.
Oily.
Sticky.
The CNY carnival.
Very messy.
Very oily.
Very sticky.
The CNY carnival. That is, if you get creamed.
Very messy hair.
Very oily hair.
Very sticky hair.
The CNY carnival. That is, if you get creamed. Right on the head.
"But never mind, it's all in good fun, isn't it? Isn't it? Wasn't it? No?"
"..."
Friday, January 27, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
what you do when you don't know what to write
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write, like this:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Is it me, or
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And everytime I don't know what to write, I write:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. It's hard for me to come up with proper sentences, even, so much so I wonder,
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write, something like:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And in the end, I don't know why but
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Sigh, I'm getting tired already, and I am pretty much an IT-illiterate, so
Is the novelty wearing off, or what?
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Is it me, or
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And everytime I don't know what to write, I write:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. It's hard for me to come up with proper sentences, even, so much so I wonder,
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write, something like:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And in the end, I don't know why but
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Sigh, I'm getting tired already, and I am pretty much an IT-illiterate, so
Is the novelty wearing off, or what?
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
What would it be like to learn all over again?
There's this question I will always ask myself each time I come across a difficulty when studying or doing homework.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
No, seriously.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
Hmm.
I'd definitely study harder, work smarter, and try to do better.
But then, there are certain stages in my learning process I may never want to encounter again, like my agony in learning Math, which I once thought of as perpetual. Though, of course, I still do think of it as perpetual. Well.
Then I'd begin to compare all that to what I'm experiencing now, and find that for the most part of it, I'd be learning very much differently than what I'm doing now. And all the differences that were between the two would most likely to affect daily routine life as well, with much more time devoted to the desk rather than, well, the desk. Since the laptop's on the desk.
But then again, I wouldn't want to give up the learning experience that I went through these past few years. Sure, there were some I hated, some I disliked. And then there were those that I detested, which I loathed to the very core. And pretty much nothing else. Hm.
But anyway, the main thing is, I always thought at the end; the now. Not the past, neither the future. Well, maybe a little of the future, but mostly, focus on the present. For it has the most to give, since well, you know, presents. You know, those wrapped-up things with cute little ribbons on top, with a tag attached on which there's a name you do not recognise, reason being hardly anyone gives you presents. Which is hardly any wonder. Remember, 12/3. Write it down somewhere. Oh great, never have I been so fixated about "the present" until I encounter a Math difficulty. Just great.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
No, seriously.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
Hmm.
I'd definitely study harder, work smarter, and try to do better.
But then, there are certain stages in my learning process I may never want to encounter again, like my agony in learning Math, which I once thought of as perpetual. Though, of course, I still do think of it as perpetual. Well.
Then I'd begin to compare all that to what I'm experiencing now, and find that for the most part of it, I'd be learning very much differently than what I'm doing now. And all the differences that were between the two would most likely to affect daily routine life as well, with much more time devoted to the desk rather than, well, the desk. Since the laptop's on the desk.
But then again, I wouldn't want to give up the learning experience that I went through these past few years. Sure, there were some I hated, some I disliked. And then there were those that I detested, which I loathed to the very core. And pretty much nothing else. Hm.
But anyway, the main thing is, I always thought at the end; the now. Not the past, neither the future. Well, maybe a little of the future, but mostly, focus on the present. For it has the most to give, since well, you know, presents. You know, those wrapped-up things with cute little ribbons on top, with a tag attached on which there's a name you do not recognise, reason being hardly anyone gives you presents. Which is hardly any wonder. Remember, 12/3. Write it down somewhere. Oh great, never have I been so fixated about "the present" until I encounter a Math difficulty. Just great.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy new year.
It's the new year of 2006, and here I am, blogging.
It's funny the way how time flies, like the pheasant that was scared off by the gunshot of a hunter, like the Airbus that SIA has just procured among many others, like the threatening mosquito by the proverbial landing spot right around the ankle. It's funny the way how time flies, so much so that unknowing people like you and me, and just about everyone else in the world, misses it just as it passes, and fail to make good use of it by doing inane things, many of which I am all too familiar with. And all too soon, the year comes to an end, and with it, so do the things in it, except school. Of course, there are holidays, but, what did you expect? Of course there must be holidays.
It's also funny the way how we forget things that we've learnt or experienced very quickly all too soon, for example, trigonometry or the rules of indices, just to name a few. It also isn't a coincidence that all of those have got to do with mathematics, the syllabus of Secondary 3, to be precise.
But now, it must all come to an abrupt, no doubt apt, end, since I have no idea what to blog about anymore, and that I'm too sleepy (yes, on New Year's day) to make out what is sense and nonsense anymore. So, if what you've been reading is deemed as the same content that should belong in a library book that has been condemned, please spare me brutal honesty (I can't take it very well, sorry), and just wish me a Happy New Year.
It's funny the way how time flies, like the pheasant that was scared off by the gunshot of a hunter, like the Airbus that SIA has just procured among many others, like the threatening mosquito by the proverbial landing spot right around the ankle. It's funny the way how time flies, so much so that unknowing people like you and me, and just about everyone else in the world, misses it just as it passes, and fail to make good use of it by doing inane things, many of which I am all too familiar with. And all too soon, the year comes to an end, and with it, so do the things in it, except school. Of course, there are holidays, but, what did you expect? Of course there must be holidays.
It's also funny the way how we forget things that we've learnt or experienced very quickly all too soon, for example, trigonometry or the rules of indices, just to name a few. It also isn't a coincidence that all of those have got to do with mathematics, the syllabus of Secondary 3, to be precise.
But now, it must all come to an abrupt, no doubt apt, end, since I have no idea what to blog about anymore, and that I'm too sleepy (yes, on New Year's day) to make out what is sense and nonsense anymore. So, if what you've been reading is deemed as the same content that should belong in a library book that has been condemned, please spare me brutal honesty (I can't take it very well, sorry), and just wish me a Happy New Year.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
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.
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.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
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?
(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?
Saturday, November 12, 2005
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?!
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?!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
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?
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?
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
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.
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.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
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.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, October 10, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, October 03, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
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?
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?
Monday, September 12, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
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.
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.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
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?
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?
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