Saturday, March 28, 2009 7:34 PM
NUS just sent me a message. I am accepted into NUS faculty of fine arts. Should I hurray or not? I am waiting for my UCAS to open. Please let me get into Manchester.
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ANGER!! RAWR!!! ROAR!!!
I miss taking the ferry over to Tekong. I really do.
So today, I saw this little boy who got spilled by a bowl of hot porridge and his entire legs were scalded. He was crying like nobody's business and his father just stood there not knowing what to do. Then this MRT man ran over to him and call the ambulance so that the little boy could be sent to the hospital for IMMEDIATE treatment.
It was rather heart wrenching for the boy just stood there crying and crying and crying and you just cannot help feel bad for him. His red scalded skin looked out of place around his black skin.
Then all of a sudden, my mother felt really bad and she started to emo because she got reminded of what happened when I was little. You see, if you have not realised, I was scalded by water when I little too. My mother told me that there is a chance the little boy may die.
When I entered the hospital, according to my mother, there were also two other little children who required the same treatment. One child never made it past and died. Funny how a small incident can trigger off such nasty memories of the past. So, in an effort to cheer up my mother, I told her I am great and healthy now and I don't even care about the scar for nobody really sees it. And most of the time, I do not even remember that I am scarred. Haha.
Thank God the little boy was wearing Pampers. Thank the Lord.
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Sunday, March 22, 2009 8:51 AM
I need to crack my brain to continuously come up with interesting posts because it has become very stagnant. So let my attempt to crack some jokes.
You owe me ten bucks.
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK
Hahaha! Get it? Okay fine. I guess I will never be a stand up comedian.
Anyway, I am going into the army again tomorrow and I would just like to reflect on the last ten days I had. The ten free days. My friend compared it to paradise.
Oh, just a thought: I think army songs are really vulgar.
My senior once told me that when you go into army, avoid holding conversations where the army is the only subject you can talk about. So I am going to change to another subject.
Do you have a helicase so I can unzip your genes?
Hahaha! Get it? Okay fine. I guess I will never be a stand up comedian.
But I think that is rather funny.
Okay fine. I should sleep. Bye and night and whatever you want to think.
*Just a note. In my next post, I shall reflect on all the weird nicknames I have gotten. Actually, I'll just do it now.
I have been called xiao deng, ma-hui (Thanks to my drama teacher who is supposed to be able to enuciate really well), ball face (2 reasons: 1. my face is round like a ball. 2. i always get hit by the ball when I play ball games), idiot (credits to a certain someone), maomao, mao, harry potter (I have no idea why but my army sergeants call me that), hui ge and all these funny things. I guess nicknames stick with you forever. And my, my, what weird nicknames people can come up with.
Okay, I really have to go and sleep. And also think of new interesting topics so this blog will not become mundane.
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Thursday, March 19, 2009 8:37 PM
I am a sergeant to be. Hurray!
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009 9:27 AM
Today I got married. I saw her there and I couldn't take my eyes off her and the next moment, the question just came out of my mouth.
And she said "yes".
We decided to get married four years from now. Our educational committments were too great to risk for marriage. Her name, well I shall not mention her name, she made me promised not to either.
It was not a romantic proposal. Just her and me standing there in the sunset by the seaside. Ring? Of course there is a ring. It was a huge and heavy ring with ten thousand diamonds on it. What makes you think she would agree to marry me?
And so we sat down and talked. How many kids shall we have. How much money are we going to earn. How are we going to hide our private bank account books. Which part of the house we shall hide our secret stash of biscuit tin money. What type of house we shall have.
Funny thing is, she said she is willing to live in small one room flat. I am thankful I speak a little of Womish, the language spoken world wide by women. And so I told her of course I will buy her a big house and will drive her around. Everywhere she goes.
I held her hands and ran to ROM. I have no idea what it means. There's MOE, MOE, MOM and many many other acronymns but I have no idea what they mean. I held her hands tightly and said to the auntie sitting there at the counter, "Hi, we are here to register our marriage".
"Level 2 turn right."
And so we went and we got married.
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Go read Life of Pi. It is so absurd and existentialist it is so GREAT! And so touching too.
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009 10:08 AM
This goes out to that known stalker who regularly visit my blog. Leave a message. =)
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Friday, March 13, 2009 10:04 PM
I keep dreaming about the stupid C. This is bad. It is affecting me so badly.
I just realised that I have been too idealistic. I dream of holding of a good job by the age of twenty seven. I dream of getting married by twenty six. In fact, I just want to complete many many things and be super successful before the age of thirty. I just discovered how unrealistic I have been, how naive I have been.
I need to go replan my life so as to shift everything to the thirties. Sigh...
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Thursday, March 12, 2009 8:15 PM
"I can count the number of hair on your head."
"Really?"
"Yes. You have x amount of hair on your head."
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009 7:34 PM
I guess I should be satisfied and thankful but I think that's me: always unsatisfied, always asking for more, always finding ways and means to better myself. Sometimes I look back in anger and ask myself why haven't I been more careful for if that happened, there would not be a huge scar on my result slip.
Scars are ugly things.
Moving on to the brighter side of life, I threw my jockey cap high up into the air yesterday, symbolising the disapperance of all the stress and worries piled unto my head. Alright I know this is bullshit but that is what I like to think. =)
I am tired typing already. I should get some sleep.
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Thursday, March 05, 2009 7:17 PM
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough said.
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