MaoHui

2010-01-29T04:21:00.000-08:00

Oh no! J.D. Salinger died. The one who brought us Catcher in the Rye. Rest in peace phony old man.

2010-01-02T08:08:00.001-08:00

We are there, rolling and tumbling down the hill. Normally it would be a very dangerous act but today, it was just fun. Pure fun. I never knew grass would actually be fun to roll in. No mud stain on you, no ants crawling on you. No nothing on you except grass. Green lush grass stained on you. But you have fun. Because you are happy. And hopeful. (And I is just broken all the grammar rules in earth).

2009-12-31T18:53:00.001-08:00

In Retrospect

Alright, so this is the time everyone sits down and goes into deep thought. I guess me too. Somehow, I need to get a hang of my current life situation. Need to know what on earth is happening right now.

Firstly, this is a groundbreaking year. I was whirled into this whole military thing. Right out of my comfort zone. Right out of what I like to do. Right out of everything I hold on dearly to. You see, there are many stages in your army lifespan. You simply do not spend time in one place only. You go from place A to place B then to place C, and at the same time, meeting tens of dozens of people. Extraordinary people skills are definitely needed. Though not the ultimate panacea for all problems, by having the indispensable people skills, somehow, army was made a little more tolerable. However, when you stay longer in the army, you start to lose what you do best. Picking up a book, sitting down, opening it and trying to get through the first page has become an arduous task. Trying to keep awake while reading has become even more difficult. No, not good at all.

Looking at my written documents, all the serious writing which I did seem to come to a standstill at year 2009. No more inspirations. No more ideas. No nothing at all. I guess that is how it is now - Brain dead.

Haven't really been close to God in 2009. Haven't really been religious. Not that I was very/any to begin with but I know I will try. I will always try to be closer.

All these going to the airport to send people off because they are going to study have actually made me rather green. Females get the chance to continue to further their education whilst the males get the chance to continue to degenerate their brains. Sore, there are many nights I simply lie on the bed thinking why is it so unfair. Complaining does not help the situation. So I guess I just have to suck it all up and take it with a smile.

One thing I haven't lost is my invaluable ability to smile at anything and everything. My cheerful disposition will never be faltered by anything. I hope. By smiling each day, things get done faster and time passes quicker. And all these looking at the full moons and the new moons really do remind me of how fast time passes. I hope they pass.

Hope; the last flicker of light that came out of Pandora's Box.

2009-12-28T03:11:00.000-08:00

Round One...
Fight!

I hope I don't lose this round. It is still simmering; a big pot of broth in the making. I hope everything becomes alright. I hope I don't have to explode to make things warm.

2009-12-12T01:20:00.001-08:00

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2009-12-05T09:04:00.000-08:00

Have I ever mentioned that I will name my son Godot? It will be so funny when my wife is pregnant and we walk around telling everyone we are waiting for Godot. Oh my goodness, my brain really does amaze me sometimes.

2009-11-26T03:26:00.001-08:00

Christmas is coming. Christmas is coming. Christmas is coming. Hurray! I simply can't wait for it.

2009-10-25T03:16:00.000-07:00

If you think this is forgotten, it isn't. It's just, I'm busy - ier.

2009-09-26T11:12:00.001-07:00

Take the first two letters of Hate and Love and put them together. You get Halo. Feelings make you holy.

2009-09-26T07:43:00.001-07:00

This was something I wrote when I was half conscious.

I still remember what happens when it rains. Mummy would come to me with this small tight raincoat and rubber boots and force me to wear them. Then she would hold my hand and we’ll walk home; me in my blue raincoat and her under the umbrella. I remember how I used to hate it when it rains. I mean firstly, the raincoat was really uncomfortable. It was tight and I could not really button up my raincoat properly. They did not cover my hand fully. They went to my knees only. And most importantly, Mummy had the umbrella and whenever I held her hands, the rain from the umbrella would always drip onto my hands. It irritated me. So whenever it rained, I would pretend I had extra lessons after school and made Mummy wait. Mummy never complained or said a word because I think she knew I hated it. But making Mummy stand there in the rain waiting for me was kind of a mean and inconsiderate thing to do. Sometimes I wonder whether Mummy hated me for doing that. I mean, there she is standing in the rain under her umbrella while I am under my sheltered building pretending to be studying. But umbrellas are for adults. That was what Mummy always said.

2009-09-25T10:56:00.000-07:00

I need to do Drama.I am really missing it.

2009-09-13T02:30:00.000-07:00

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Done. I've vented my frustration.

2009-09-10T06:07:00.001-07:00

You won't admit you love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You always tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

A million times I've asked you,
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted

So if you really love me
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted

So if you really love me
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, (giggle) perhaps
(giggle)

2009-08-22T21:03:00.000-07:00

I want to get out. I want to get out. I want to get out. I want to get out.

I really do.

Whenever you are waiting at a traffic light, waiting for the light to turn red so that you can cross, do you think to yourself? Do you wonder how long would the light take to turn to ember? How long would it take to turn to red? Because when that long awaited red light comes, you get to cross the road. And you just stand there waiting like an idiot. You wonder: if I am going to reach the other side of the road, then when the other traffic light turns red, you can cross that too. However, you just stand there, continuously waiting for the traffic light to turn red so that you can cross the road.

Like an idiot.

So now what? Has the light changed?

2009-08-09T07:32:00.000-07:00

Wouldn't it be great if I could sing. Like an angel? Then I will be able to serenade you.

2009-07-25T11:30:00.000-07:00

If you get thirsty on board the mrt and need a drink, would you take a sip of plain water from your water bottle?
If you feel dizzy from the jerky ride on board, would you take a sweet to relief it?

Think again for you may be fined.

Sometimes, I would say that 'the law is a ass'. Just like what Mr Bumble from Oliver Twist would say. I mean, the main purpose of the fine is to deter people from littering the public transports. Not to get nitty gritty and pin point events like sucking on a sweet. It's like finding a needle in the haystack. Or what the Chinese likes to say: finding bones in an egg - nothing better to do.

Sometimes when a law is passed, the enforcers should exercise some common sense/logic so as to ensure that the law is fair. Should it fall into the wrong hands, words can be played around and a general term like food and drinks is like the umbrella word for every single thing that you consume into your body. If I accidentally ate dust on board, can the officer fine me for I ate dust? Indirectly, I am eating something, hence consuming something, hence I should be fined. Isn't it so?

I don't know but sometimes, we really should use our brains and practice what normal people would call sensibility. Not merely following the law. Kuo Pao Kun wrote a line in No Parking on Odd Days and it goes something like this: Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine... Fine... Fine lah!

Is that what you want?

2009-07-19T02:02:00.000-07:00

In Act I, II, IV and V, friends come in.

In Act III, you are all alone.

2009-07-12T03:18:00.001-07:00

I realised I haven't blogged for the longest time already so I should try to write a bit of thing here. Sigh... I have been so busy so recently that I totally forgot about this thing called civilisation. I realised that my conversation topics have decreased so significantly that it is only about my military life. My pathetic military life which I hate talking about. So I shall talk about another thing today.

I proposed!

We were walking in the mall and suddenly this jewellery shop just stuck out in my mind and I told her, "Let's go inside and choose a wedding ring."

She smacked my face and walked away. But before she left, she roared at me, screaming at me telling me that 'that was the most unromantic way of proposing'.

I guess I failed.

All thanks to some annoynomous soul, I think that I shall make my blog interesting from time to time, writing something that will shock the lives out of people.

2009-06-21T08:15:00.001-07:00

In the past, I used to sleep at goodness knows what time late in the wee hours. Nowadays, my brain starts to shut off at around eleven plus in the night. This is not a good sign. It shows that I am being controlled by that evil organisation all for our own good. I am so not going to let it control me, let it programme me into waking up automatically at 5 in the morning. It is a BAD SIGN!

I need to retune my body clock back to the normal me.

2009-05-20T04:06:00.001-07:00

It's a great miracle!

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/us_world/2009/05/19/2009-05-19_missing_link_found_fossil_of_47_millionyearold_primate_sheds_light_on_.html

2009-05-18T03:21:00.000-07:00

Well, if I put my name on that line, I will be destined tobe a teacher for at least four years of my life.

2009-05-16T19:44:00.000-07:00

Nothing to be done. Nothing to be done. Nothing to be done. Nothing to be done at all.

I guess this is what they have moulded us into. Us wet clays are just waiting to go into the kiln and be fired. There is still time! Still time for the sculptor to add a wrinkle here or there. Still time for him to straighten our creased shirts!

I do not want to be fired in this shape. I would love another pose available. I want something classy, something simple but still amaze at the same time. Thought it is something difficult to ask for, I still hope. Butfaith seems to be dwindling. The candle is burning on the last minute part of the thread. For now, there is nothing to be done except pray. For that is the right thing to do.

The only thing to do.

What can I ask for? After all, this is just life. You are always the fish in the small pond, unaware of a larger water body hidden somewhere far far away. The Combines are out there waiting to get you. Right at the moment you let yourself off guard.

I belong to a bigger organisation and all I can do now is to stay low and wait. Wait for the moon to wax and wane. Wait for the tides to change. Wait for the seconds to crawl.

But the agony! The long and the arduous!

And it is times like this I wonder why wasn't my ambition to be a scientist? Why didn't I invent the time machine? A time machine to help us - all of uss poor souls living in the world - fast forward time whenever we desire, slow down the moments we all want to enjoy and ultimately, redo a scene again and again.

Like you first kiss. That romantic moment when you just hold her hands, pull her towards you and give her a peck on the lips. Right there. Out there in the heavy rain. Both of you drenched from heads to toes, savouring that little moment. Mmmm... oranges from dinner.

Perhaps I romanticise too much. Perhaps I think too much. But you out there somewhere know what I am talking about. You know who I am talking about. The phantom visitor like that from the opera house. Sing to me! Melt my heart with your voice!

And I just ponder on that thought. What a nifty little piece of imagination I have. I would paint the world green and brown but then again, isn't that what forests look like? How about grey and blue? Isn't that how the urbanised areas look like? I guess being an artist isn't much fun, is it?

2009-05-03T02:55:00.000-07:00

Tick tock tick tock boom...

2009-04-30T18:50:00.000-07:00

Rubies, pearls and jewels. A magazine loaded with bullets.

Police! Police! I've lost my precious things. I need to find it desperately but I just simply cannot. I cannot remember the way I walked just now. The trees seem to be playing a trick on me. Everytime I turn my back towards them, they get up and run about. When I turn back, they stop and grin at me from tree branch to tree branch.

These dead leaves and dead falls and all the dead things in these trees deserve to die.

But the 7 Up I am holding in my hand is slipping away, floating away slowly. The clean pair of socks are disintergrating. The jet black hair of mine is turning grey. What do I want in life? I want my luxuries back.

Contacted! The enemies prones on the ground fill of thorny branches trying to protect themselves. I splat right onto a blotch of wet mud and my entire uniform turns brown. They dry and they cake. I become a brown man instead of a green one. Guards! Protect your own life. Run like the wind. Wrong. Fly like a Gryphon!

Every single muscle in my body is in pain. But pain always remind us that we exist. So for now, my form is the most human, most tangible and most humane. I am here. Look at me! Look at me hold that long bamboo tree look alike and pretend I am a panda trying to hug the tree. And then I fall. But now I am the tree and the stongest winds are swaying me to and forth, to and forth. I am being uprooted. Brain drain.

I am 'inconfident'. Inconfident? Is that even a word?

2009-04-26T00:56:00.000-07:00

Holy mother son of a cow! It is forecasted that it will rain the whole of next week! Gorilla Chimpanzee!

2009-04-25T00:48:00.000-07:00

There are times when the sky is dark and there you are standing underneath it hoping that it would rain so heavily it will flood the entire world. However there are also times when the rain is so heavy that you stand in the shelter praying so hard that the sun would come out and send the whole world into drought. There are also times when you are so down you try to increase your own morale.

However, when you are elated and happy, you will never try to make yourself unhappy.

I was taking the train today and as usual, I was dozing off like some drunk haggard hobo deprived of the most basic necessity: sleep.

And suddenly - Ang Mo Kio. My station had arrived. I hastily picked up my green and heavy backpack. Like a clumsy fool, I staggered to the door as fast as I can. Then suddenly, this man in his thirties or forties pushed me aside and stood in front of the doors waiting for it to open.

He makes this gurgling sound, as if he is scratching the back of his throat trying to clear some phlegm. It is that irritating sound which makes you feel like strangling someone whenever you hear it. The door opens. This man in blue walks out of the train and spits.

He spitted onto the floor, just right outside of the train's doors. Right smack in front of someone's shoes.

How inconsiderate. I hope he throat will be filled with phlegm for the rest of his life.

2009-04-19T00:22:00.000-07:00

Prone! Take cover! There is a bullet behind you and it is flying towards you at the speed of sound!

The small golden thing is spinning towards you and there you are, standing there in the open.

Beware.

When the bullet hits your head, your head smashes open like a watermelon. Red juices flying all around. And at that moment, all your dreams fly apart too. You want to be a fire fighter? You want to be teacher? You want to be a scientist? You want to be a doctor?

You wanted.

No matter how dark death is, it never is in a battlefield. It would be red and flesh colour. Your human body will explode up and BANG! you are gone.

2009-04-18T07:41:00.000-07:00

Wow. I didn't know Oprah Winfrey can act. I thought she was just an amazing talk show host. I just watched The Colour Purple directed by Steven Spielberg and Oprah Winfrey starred in it. It is simply amazing.

2009-04-09T08:41:00.000-07:00

Rawr! If nothing in the world angers me, this stupid incident will.

Mr Asshole walked down the street collecting rain water with his nostrils. After which, he empties them onto everyone he sees, telling everyone off, trying to imply that he is of the better breed.

If Mr Asshole is of the better breed, why is he still here and not somewhere far far away in Europe?

Elitism is his motto. His brick wall of ego is so well built up that it takes a lot to break it down. But don't worry. I have already picked up that big hammer on the floor and I am ready to break it down one brick at a time. I am sure that in no time, he will be totally exposed. Patience will outlast him.

2009-03-28T19:34:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-03-28T07:45:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-03-22T08:51:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-03-19T20:37:00.001-07:00

I am a sergeant to be. Hurray!

2009-03-18T09:27:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-03-18T09:01:00.000-07:00

Go read Life of Pi. It is so absurd and existentialist it is so GREAT! And so touching too.

2009-03-17T10:08:00.000-07:00

This goes out to that known stalker who regularly visit my blog. Leave a message. =)

2009-03-13T22:04:00.000-07:00

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...

2009-03-12T20:15:00.001-07:00

"I can count the number of hair on your head."
"Really?"
"Yes. You have x amount of hair on your head."

2009-03-11T19:34:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-03-05T19:17:00.000-08:00

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Enough said.

2009-02-28T03:10:00.000-08:00

“Alright, prepare two dollars and go fall in below.” The platoon sergeant yelled across the level.
This is it. I know. This is the time for my jet black hair to fly far away into Neverland.
The entire platoon took two dollars from their wallets and lined up in front of the training shed looking at the four barbers work their electronic shavers like clockwork.
Fear panged through my head momentarily. I had not been familiar with the word ‘bald’ for quite some years and all of a sudden, the army personnel brought him to me.
Clothes and hair mark one’s identity. Every single one of us is unique and is marked by our appearances. By shedding our hair, we lose our original identities and become cogs in a machine. Individualism is condemned as standardisation is encouraged.
Slowly, I stepped towards the plastic chair and lowered myself steadily, breathing heavily and uttering a word of prayer. On retrospect, it must have looked really funny; people do not usually pray before having their hair cut.
Click and the electronic shaver sprung to life. It moved down my head wolfing down the black delicious treats. Like Cookie Monster, the messy eater made a scene and all my hair fell to the ground. Hair flying all over the place in slow motion: a classic scene from some A-grade Chinese kung fu film. I cringed in pain as the barber applied all his strength on my skull. A funny thought, for the three times I have cut my hair in BMTC, I seem to land myself with the same barber and every time, he uses a lot of strength.
It is not the feeling of fear now but instead, acceptance.
I am a soldier now.
And for now, I am just waiting for Godot.

2009-02-21T16:23:00.000-08:00

My suffering made me sad and gloomy.
What a great line.

There is this punishment in there that goes

This is my rifle and this is my gun.
This is for fighting and this is for fun.

And it is really embaressing. Or how you spell that word.

2009-02-07T17:07:00.000-08:00

Benedict Anderson once said that a nation is made up of imagined values. So let us all imagine that we are a nation and convince ourselves to be patriotic.

Or let us pretend to imagine so. It achieves the same effects after a while.

2009-01-23T23:27:00.001-08:00

So I am back. Happy new year! The food in there is great.

2009-01-07T03:16:00.000-08:00

So the story goes that the young man will grow up and enter a period of his life where he fights in warfares. I have reached that age. So goodbye for now as I go fight in wars. Hopefully, I don't die.

2009-01-01T15:02:00.000-08:00

I never believed that I would actually witness this in my real life. I always thought it was a unrealistic thing that scriptwriters or people with imaginations too vivid who came up with this but I never did imagine myself seeing one; on New Year's Day - slightly past midnight.

So we were at McDonald's and the queues were super long. I was lining up and in front of me, there was this man - slightly bald, grey hair with a slight tint of black. Earlier on, I saw him sleeping at one of the tables but it just didn't leave much of an impression. I mean, come on, some people do sleep at McDonald's. So this man, I suspect that he was having some mid-life crisis kind of thing, he enquired about a few items. The following is the conversation.

Man: Erm... You all still got the ice cream. 20 cents one.
Bemused but polite worker: 20 cents ice cream? [Turns to ask the crew leader]
Crew leader: Sorry but the ice cream is out of stock now because the machine broke.
Man: What? You don't want to sell ice cream to me?
Crew leader: No, but the machine broke down so we've been out of ice cream for a while already.
Man: Oh... okay lor...
[Crew leader leaves and continues to scream for more chicken burgers or whatsover]
Man: Erm... So now I want to order something.
Worker: Alright, what do you want sir?
Man: I want the double cheeseburger.
Worker: Okay, meal or just the burger?
Man: The burger can already. But the burger right, I don't want anything inside one. Only the meat.
SUPER CONFUSED worker: Erm... So you want the double cheeseburger without the lettuce and pickles?
Man: Ya.. Don't want anything inside at all.
Worker: So what about the cheese?
Man: Also don't want. Only the bun and the meat.
Worker: (inner monologue: This man must be crazy.) Alright sir, one double cheeseburger without the lettuce, pickles and cheese. Only the patties. Two dollars sir.

And there I was, standing right behind him. It was as if time froze just for my line as the other lines proceeded forward, I just stood there like an idiot trying to conceal my laughter.

It is funny right. I mean, why would anyone place such an order? It is as if he is out to make the crew members' lives hell. As if they weren't busy enough.

Blah...

2008-12-27T11:47:00.000-08:00

Hathach went back and reported to Esther what Mrodecai had said. Then she instructed him to say to Mordecai, 'All the king's officials and the people of the royal provinces know that for any man or woman who approachesteh king in the inner court without being summoned the king has but one law: that he be put to death. The only exception to this is for the king to extend the gold scepter to him and spare his life. But thirty days have passed since I was called to go to the king."

When Esther's words were reported to Mordecai, he sent back this answer: "Do not think that because you are in the king's house you are alone of all the Jews will escape. For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father's family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?"

Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai: "Go, gather togetherall the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my maids will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish."

Esther 4: 9 to 4: 16

2008-12-20T23:25:00.000-08:00

I lost my voice. Hurray!

2008-12-10T20:20:00.001-08:00

"If I die tomorrow, I just want to let you know that I really like you."

Sigh... what a great thing to say. It makes everyone think that you like them.

2008-12-09T07:11:00.000-08:00

It is the custom on the stage, in all good murderous melodramas, to present the tragic and the comic scenes, in as regular alternation, as the layers of red and white in a side of streaky bacon. The hero sinks upon his straw bed, weighed down by fetters and misfortunes; in the nest scene, his faithful but unconscious squire regales the audience with a comic song. We behold, with throbbing bosoms, the heroine in the grasp of a proud and ruthless baran: her virtue and her life alike in danger; drawing forth her dagger to preserve the one at the cost of the other and just as our expectations are wrought up to the highest pitch, a whistle is heard and we are straightway transported to the greathall of the castle: where a grey-headed seneschal sings a funny chorus with a funnier body of vassals, who are free of al sorts of places, from church vaults to palaces, and roam about in company,arolling perpetually.

Such changes appear absurd; but they are not so unnatural as they would seem at first sight.The transitions in real lifefrom well-spread boards to death-beds, and from mourning weeds to holiday garments, are not a whit lessstartlingl only, there, we are busy actors, instead of passive looker-on, which makes a vast difference. Tge actors in the mimic life of the theatre, are blind to violent transitions and abrupt impulses of passion or feeling, which, presented before the eyes of mere spectators, are at once condemned as outrageous and preposterous.

As sudden shiftings of the scene, and rapid changes of time and place, are not only sanctioned in books by long usage, but are by considered as the great art of authorship: an author's skill in his craft being, by such critics, chiefly estimated with relation to the dilemmas in this brief introduction to the present one may perhaps be deemed unnecessary. If so, let it be considered a delicate intimation on the part of the historian that he is going back to the town in which Oliver Twist was born; the reader taking it for granted that there are good and substantial reasons for making this journey, or he would not be invited to proceed upon such an expedition.

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Dickens is truly a genius.

2008-12-03T20:32:00.000-08:00

Something wondrous happened during prom but I am not going to tell you what. It doesn't concern me. Neither does it concern you. But the thing is, this thing that happened really affected me greatly. I am now injected with new hopes. The gush of adrenaline is rushing through my blood stream getting my all hyped up.

Pray. They say that we must always pray. And I shall pray. I shall always pray. Despite setbacks, I know that as long as I pray, it will be alright. As long as I have faith, it will be alright. As long as I trust, it will be alright.

It is quite funny you know. Ranting away here in virtual space. Technically... oh nevermind.

Yup, so something great happened on prom night and I am thankful for that thing to happen.

2008-11-25T19:38:00.001-08:00

Blogged. Blogged. Blogged.

Prom is killing me. Actually, shopping is killing me.

2008-11-21T00:15:00.000-08:00

Survivor has never failed to amaze me. This season has got to be the best season by far.

2008-11-19T05:00:00.000-08:00

I just discovered this website.

http://www.fictionpress.com/

It is this website where people submit their written work. A rather fascinating place it is. Loads of good things to read. There are some very talented people there.

Go indulge in some good reading. =)

2008-11-15T10:04:00.001-08:00

US space-funeral company plans to launch lunar cemetery

MIAMI (AFP) - - A US funeral business that specializes in launching cremated human remains into Earth's orbit has begun taking reservations for landing small capsules of ashes on the moon, announced the company's founder.

"Celestis' first general public lunar mission could occur as early as 2010 and reservations are now being taken," said Charles M. Chafer, Celestis founder and president, in an email to AFP.

"We can send up to 5000 individual capsules to the lunar surface," he said.

The company hopes to install a cemetery on the lunar surface to hold cremated remains of the dead, or a smaller symbolic portion of them, which one day could be visited by relatives of the deceased, said Chafer.

For transportation, Celestis has made deals with two other US private space companies, Odyssey Moon and Astrobotic Technology, which are currently working on making commercial flights to the moon.

For sending a tiny, one gram portion of cremated remains to the moon, the company charges 9,995 dollars, according to Celestis' website.

Other funeral services besides the full lunar trip include sending ash into Earth's orbit -- the cheapest option, starting at 700 dollars -- and all the way up to launching remains far, far away into deep space, for which the company charges more than 37,000 dollars.

The latter option is expected to be available from 2011, after the development of a special capsule to hold the remains, the company said.

Ten years ago NASA paid tribute to top US astronomer Eugene Shoemaker by carrying into space a portion of his cremated remains.

After a year in lunar orbit Shoemaker's remains were intentionally planted on the moon's south pole, the first time human remains have been landed on the lunar surface -- but maybe not the last time.

Taken from http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081115/tts-us-space-business-offbeat-972e412.html

You know, I think this is so cool. When I die, I would want my remains to be sent up to space too.

2008-11-08T11:12:00.000-08:00

I hereby recommand the show ELI STONE for everyone to watch. It is one of the greatest shows ever written. It is clever, witty and carries a deep message.

I know it's crazy! I am supposed to be having my A levels and here I am trying to sell a show to the people who patronise this stall. But, I guess... you could always use a good show every here and then.

Why do I recommand it?

1. I, for one, marvel at the directorial choices made. The editors are ingenious! Smooth transitions between the reality and the surreal. What else can you ask for? For someone so particular, I have to say the transitions are seamless. They are GREAT!

2. I enjoy the concepts for the show. Granted, a surreal/fantatiscal (I think surreal is a more appropriate word here as it is the exploration of one's mind but many online reviews use the word fantatiscal so I guess I should put it there too just for kicks) is not exactly a new idea. Just look at SIX FEET UNDER. But SIX FEET UNDER deals with death while ELI STONE deals with living things. Now, for me, that is more intriging as the show explores the theme of human relationship more intmately (as compared to SIX FEET UNDER where the exploration of the notion seems alienated as it is presented through living/non-living relationships).

3. The cast is great. The actor playing Jordan is Victor Garber. He also acted in ALIAS and GODSPELL. I admire him. I think he is a really convincing actor who is able to convey his emotions in a very controlled manner. That is something not many actors can do it. They either show too much emotions or too little or none at all. It is difficult to get it just right. Because of that, I think this show is worth a shot.

4. The great musical numbers. Haha.... There are many musical numbers in this show and what amazes me is that even though it is just for a few seconds/a minute, the directors go full out. One example: there is this scene where Eli has a vision of a tremor and his ex fiance breaks out into a song/dance. The whole scene was literally shaking with people in the background flinging themselves onto the floor or flying midway in the air. Normally, you would just expect lamps swinging or anything like that but this shows actually get a lot of people to execute a scene that will only take a few seconds of air time. Great commitment I would say.

5. Lastly, this show introduced me to George Michael. I am not a music junkie but this guy sings great! The pilot episode of the show introduces the audience to the song FAITH. Quoting a line from it, the gist of the song basically says 'Yes I've gotta have faith'. It is a great song. Go youtube it or whatever illegal/legal manner you will resort to and you will understand what I mean. Great song, great singer and a unique dancer. He jives and wiggles his legs in an odd fashion. As eccentric as it may be, it is rather cool to see it.

6. The interesting judges in the show. There is one who wants to be bribed, another who is extremely sarcastic and another who is selfish and doesn't want to die. Characterisation wise, though the judges are minor minor minor minor characters, they are nontheless fleshed out.

I think I have said/typed enough. I am supposed to be asleep (it is 3.35am here in the ninght/morning) and I think I am suffering from insomnia. Bad time huh. Okay, goodbye.

I typed this long entry because I had an inspiration and I wanted to tell the whole wide world about the show. Or maybe, subconsciously, I am practising for my upcoming Lit and Drama papers. Kudos to writing! I need to prepare a bandage and muscle cream for them.

Okay, got to go! GO AND WATCH ELI STONE!

2008-11-04T21:03:00.000-08:00

Be it inertia or fear, I realise that I have to do it after all. So I am going to face it like a man.

Chemistry Paper 3

Oh God save me, literally. But I am certain that I will emerge triumph. I may be bad but I am not that bad.

2008-11-03T04:52:00.000-08:00

Two down, seven more to go.

Mathematics Paper 1
I guess I am sort of prepared. The thing is, you will never know what will come out. Just look at GP for example! Not exactly what I expected but yeah... I'll manage.

Maybe the bell curve be with you.

2008-11-02T06:35:00.000-08:00

The dreaded will come tomorrow.

GP Paper 1
GP Paper 2

I think the thing about A levels is: 10% of studying and 90% of panicking.

Not a very good combination in my own opinion.

2008-10-27T09:39:00.000-07:00

Death is a many wonderful thing.

2008-10-15T09:06:00.000-07:00

"All children, except one, grow up."
From Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up

2008-09-27T01:55:00.000-07:00

This post is in memory of Mr Forrest Lim.

I will always remember your sarcasm.
I will always remember the time you sang in class.
I will always remember the lessons you traught.

Thank you for the A. Thank you for the most interesting lessons ever. Thank you so much.

You will be in my prayers.

2008-09-22T07:42:00.001-07:00

Wake up call

The other end of the phone: Ring! Ring! Ring!
This end of the phone: Hello?
The other end of the phone : Do you still want to go to university?
This end of the phone : Of course!
The other end of the phone : Do you still want to go to university of Manchester?
This end of the phone : Of course!
The other end of the phone : Then you better wake up.
This end of the phone : Yes Sir... or Madam.

2008-09-19T22:53:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday.

2008-09-15T05:42:00.000-07:00

Tail wagging is a behavior closely associated with dogs, who seem to engage in it more than other animals. The exact reason why dogs wag their tails may not be entirely clear, but it does seem to be linked with a desire to communicate information to other members of the pack. Being inherently social animals, dogs wag their tails to provide social cues. In combination with other body language, owners can use it as an indicator of how a dog feels about a situation.

It appears that dogs wag their tails in social situations only, and do not do so alone. It may be that dogs wag their tails in response to stimuli which they experience.

Source from http://www.wisegeek.com/why-do-dogs-wag-their-tails.htm

2008-09-12T08:33:00.001-07:00

This is the gorgeous poem which I failed miserably but still love intensly.

The Captured Goddess
Amy Lowell

Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimney-pots,
I have seen a shiver of amethyst,
And blue and cinnamon have flickered
A moment,
At the far end of a dusty street.

Through sheeted rain
Has come a lustre of crimson,
And I have watched moonbeams
Hushed by a film of palest green.

It was her wings,
Goddess!
Who stepped over the clouds,
And laid her rainbow feathers
Aslant on the currents of the air.

I followed her for long,
With gazing eyes and stumbling feet.
I cared not where she led me,
My eyes were full of colours:
Saffrons, rubies, the yellows of beryls,
And the indigo-blue of quartz;
Flights of rose, layers of chrysoprase,
Points of orange, spirals of vermilion,
The spotted gold of tiger-lily petals,
The loud pink of bursting hydrangeas.
I followed,
And watched for the flashing of her wings.

In the city I found her,
The narrow-streeted city.
In the market-place I came upon her,
Bound and trembling.
Her fluted wings were fastened to her sides with cords,
She was naked and cold,
For that day the wind blew
Without sunshine.

Men chaffered for her,
They bargained in silver and gold,
In copper, in wheat,
And called their bids across the market-place.

The Goddess wept.

Hiding my face I fled,
And the grey wind hissed behind me,
Along the narrow streets.

2008-09-10T06:40:00.000-07:00

Oh, I am so stupid. Oh, I am so average. Oh, I hate it when people are so competitive when it comes to results. Oh, I am so going to fail prelims when you people are going to ace it. Oh, why are you studying and I'm not. Oh, I feel so stressed up looking at you guys.

This is not me. This is a parody.

Though the part about me not studying is most probably true considering the fact that I am free enough to blog now.

2008-09-06T08:00:00.000-07:00

1. Research has shown that chocolate has the ability to make us happy. Chocolate contains a chemical called phenylethylamine. This, in addition to the sugar, fat and caffeine found in chocolate has been shown to release serotonin and endorphins - two known chemicals that make us feel happy.

2. The colour purple has always been associated with royalty since the Roman era. This is because only the most expensive dyes were used to produce purple clothes then. Thus, the colour has always been linked to wealth and power.

3. Jeff Levinton, a marine biology professor, insists that if you do not take a high school physics course you will regret it once you are in college. The same, he says, is true of calculus.

2008-09-04T10:09:00.000-07:00

Write write write.

There, I've blogged.

2008-09-02T23:52:00.001-07:00

There are times where I look at little kids and think to myself: have they matured too quickly?

Where's the childhood innocence we used to find?
Where's the childhood naviety we used to see?
Where's the trust children used to have?

Don't get me wrong. Growing up is not something nasty. I am not condemning it. I mean, growing up is a part of life. But is there really a need to grow up so fast? Is there a need to grow up and throw away all the memories you had when you were little? Is there a need to throw away all the cartoons and declare that they are too childish for me?

I don't think so.

Looking back (Oh man, one of those psuedo-emo posts), I cannot believe that I have matured so much in two years. Too much - in my own opinions - for a little boy fresh from a secondary school that puts a silver spoon into your mouth.

Exposed to the cruel world? I don't think so.

Just exposed to the real world.

Just exposed to the real world where no one truly knows what they are doing exactly. I guess it's senses? I guess it's brains? I guess it is these little things that make us grow.

But somehow, I know I would never have walked thus far. Somewhere out there, they must be something dragging me alone. It is as if I am an animal, lead by a rope that is tied around my neck. Slowly, I am being pulled to the end point. There are points where I want to turn around and go back to the shelter but it is this rope that keeps dragging me forward.

Blah... I have to stop typing before I get paranoid (which is founded because my Grammar is really bad!)about my bad Grammar. Not that there are no mistakes here. There are tonnes of them. I just cannot spot them.

A shout out!

2008-08-22T02:28:00.000-07:00

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Random exclamations.

2008-08-05T06:44:00.000-07:00

Inspired by Geraldine, I have written a poem.

The Lion
Deng MaoHui

The Lion told us stories. Told us stories of
Many great things that happened to him. He
Went to war with many and
Died. But his spirit did not.

Like a small patch of grass exposed to the sun,
He explained his pursuit for water and warmth.
The Lion told us stories that made us cry. With
Tears overflowing and dreams never dying,
The Lion motivated us.

The Lion sang to us. He sang of songs of harmony
And peace and serenity and calmness.
The Lion saw an opportunity and went in.
He went in and killed. Ruthlessly,
He slashed and cut and scratched and bit.
The enemies are bloodied and left to die.

Like a hungry kid wolfing down food,
He explained his pursuit for food.
The Lion asked us to lie down beside him.
We did not for he stank. He reeked of oil,
As if he just came out of a polluted river.

The Lion spoke to us. He spoke of democracy and
Liberalism and free-thinking. Never has he told us that.
We slept. He closed in on us - Slowly-
And gobbled us insignificant things up in one mouth.

2008-08-02T20:25:00.000-07:00

If I told you that my examinations are just in a week's time and I have not studied, will you be shocked?

If I told you that instead of studying I was watching Avatar, will you be shocked?

If I told you my life is screwed up and I am going to fail my prelims, will you be shocked?

I will.

2008-07-25T09:28:00.000-07:00

I did this for Lit. I found it disturbing.

Sonnet 130
William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

2008-07-20T08:07:00.001-07:00

Dear Blogger,

I am so angry I want to murder my mum.

Yours sincerely,
Angry son!

2008-07-17T07:31:00.000-07:00

I had this weird dream. I dreamt of holding your hands.

What a nice dream it was.

2008-07-14T07:56:00.001-07:00

I look around and see you.
I close my eyes but hear you.
I shut my ears but smell you.
I clench my nose but feel you.
I desensitise myself but taste you.
I guess I must burn my tongue now.

2008-07-08T06:19:00.000-07:00

I am having a headache.
Give me some Panadol.

I am having a flu.
Give me some Medications.

I am having gastric.
Give me food.

My heart aches.
Give me love.

2008-07-05T00:47:00.000-07:00

If you have no voice, scream;
If you have no legs, run;
If you have no hopes, invent.

2008-06-23T07:22:00.000-07:00

My teacher said only narcissistic people blog about their lives everyday. I mean... he means, who wants to know about every single detail about your life? Is it important for us to know that you brushed your teeth today? Or you ate twenty five pieces of kaya bread?

I guess not.

I guess, in some way, I am narcissistic for I blog. However, I've seen worse. I've seen people who blog every single day about their every single activity. The example below is purely fictional.

Any resemblance to any people alive or dead, thing or animal is purely coincidental.

Today, I woke up at 6.00am and I told myself what a great day it was. I walked to the bathroom, opened the door and took up toothbrush. I squeezed my toothpaste onto the toothbrush and started to brush my teeth. Then after about three minutes, I am done brushing my teeth and I went down to have my breakfast. Breakfast was scrambled eggs and it was tasty for I added a little bit of salt and pepper. Not too much, just a sprinkle and it tasted heavenly. Then I changed into a fresh set of clothing for I was to go out with Mary, Sally and Cecillia. I was excited........

Blah blah blah... who reads about such things?!

2008-06-20T08:22:00.001-07:00

A flash in the mind. I've gotten an inspiration and I think I won't write it. =)

Well, I lie. I don't have an inspiration. I have none. In fact, I want some.

Give them to me.

2008-01-09T07:19:00.001-08:00

My legs are hurting. My arms are hurting. My back is hurting.

Basically, every part of me is aching.

I feel good though.

It has been the longest time since my last PE session. I actually miss PE. I miss all the runnings, the pumpings, the squattings, the stomach bending and the sweating. I feel good!

Sometimes, I wonder why I long for PE while the others hate it. The same applies to 'Why I hate Math while others love it'.

Just that day, my friends decided to shout 'EH! CELEBRITY!' in the void deck, outside the lecture theatres and in the lecture theatre where we have our annual meeting. And this 'EH! CELEBRITY!' always results in the J1s turning their heads and staring at me.

I mean, why make such a big deal? Haha! I guess that is what friens do. They do things you hate but somhow, you just won't get angry. I think it is some weird hormone or chemicals in your body that does that to you.

2007-12-03T23:25:00.000-08:00

I guess it is time for another long awaited update.

Round One
Fight between Broadway Singer and Obstacles Woman

Obstacles Woman transform into a glass building that looks like the singing with a sign that says 'Welcome to the singing audition'.

Broadway Singer is attracted to the building. She starts to walk slowly towards it.

Obstacles Woman knows that in the building, there are a lot of spikes on the floor and that if she walks in, Broadway Singer will die a horrible death.

Obstacles Woman is getting really excited now. Her excitement got the better of her. She starts to talk to Broadway Singer.

'Come on in. Come on in. There are spikes in the building. Come on in! Hahahaha.'

Broadway Singer comes to her senses. She sees that this is a tall building with glass all around. She decides to treat Obstacles Woman to one of her Opera Song.

Broadway Singer starts to sing one of the song that is pitch at the highest in the score sheet. However, she can't handle it properly and the song ended up sounding like a banshee screeching.

The glass windows shatter. Obstacles Woman is hurt. Her health is down by 50%.

Obstacles Woman returns to her usual self. She is badly weaken.

'How do you like my lovely singing?'

Obstacles Woman decides that the situation is not in her favour. She sits and ponder for a moment.

Meanwhile, Broadway Singer flips through her bag to find her audition script.

Suddenly, Obstacles Woman has a grand idea. She morphs herself into a valley.

'Ha! Is this the best you can do? Take this then!'

Broadway Singer holds up her audition score sheet and starts to sing. It is an emo song. Broadway Singer decides to include in some vocal vibrations into the song.

It sounds like shit.

' My life is hideous. My life is bad. I stood in the subway, and then it crashed. All the dead bodies around me look as if they're dead... ... You're so ugly, you sing so badly, you make my life wanna dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! You're beautiful! You're beautiful! You're beautiful, my foot.'

Nobody claps. Everyone has earmuffs on.

Broadway Singer is satisfied.

Obstacles Woman is the only one without earmuffs. Her health is down by 50%. She is surviving on 25% of health. She keeps mum and remains her form.

Suddenly...

' My life is hideous. My life is bad. I stood in the subway, and then it crashed. All the dead bodies around me look as if they're dead... ... You're so ugly, you sing so badly, you make my life wanna dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! You're beautiful! You're beautiful! You're beautiful, my foot.'

'What is that?'

'An echo.'

'It sounds hideous.'

'Glad that you know.'

'You mean that is me singing?'

'This is an echo, it means it actually sounds a lot better because a lot of sound waves have been lost.'

'You mean... I can't sing?'

'Glad that you know.'

Broadway Singer's morale is greatly damaged. Her health is down by 99%.

'I think you should just give up. You are a strong superhero. You should keep that 1% of your health and try and regain your morale. With your voice, you can bring many villians to their knees.'

'You know, I think I should.'

With that, Broadway Singer packs her bag and leaves the arena.

Obstacles Woman won the match. She is into the next round.

2007-11-10T22:58:00.000-08:00

Superhero Number 2
Broadway Singer

Codename: Broadway Singer
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Power: Ability to sing a really badly to her enemies. The enemies will cringe in fear whenever she wants to sing. She sings really off key but claims that she is the best singer in the world, thus the codename.
Weak point: People can wear ear muffs.
Arch nemesis: The West End Singer.
Last major battle with arch nemesis: Everyday. Broadway Singer is always competing with West End Singer to see who they can charm more people. They always fail to do so.
Superhero Rating: 7/10
People do not really carry ear muffs with them wherever they go. Especially villians for they have to have their hands free to be able to do evil.

2007-11-09T08:19:00.001-08:00

I am going to start a Superhero series where I will become really weird and let my imagination run wild. I will create superheroes of any kind. Comments and feedbacks are welcome. Please, it is my imagination, my brain, not yours. =)

Superhero Number 1
The Obstacles woman

Codename: Obstacles Woman
Age: It is a secret
Sex: Female
Power: Ability to be an obstacle to the opponent. Her main attribute in becoming an obstacle is that she has the ability to expand. She wills herself to change her body shape into large mountains or into rivers or into high city buildings or into dead ends.
Weak point: Loves to brag. Always telling the enemy that she is very strong. Whenever the enemy is faced with her as the obstacle, she will proudly tell the enemy that she is the obstacle and that there are no ways to penetrate through that. Almost everytime, she will let slip a way to pass through her.
Arch nemesis: The shadow walker.
Last major battle with arch nemesis: Two weeks ago. They have an agreement that they will battle it out once every fornight. To see who is the stronger one. The last battle was a close one. With shadow walker ultimately walking pass the big overshadowing mountain that blocks off all shadows for she let lose that on her extreme left, there was a glimpse of the moon and shadow can be formed there.
Superhero Rating: 5/10
Has the potential to be a strong superhero but just cannot keep her mouth shut.

2007-10-04T05:21:00.000-07:00

My tagboard seem to be encountering some problems. I think it is some html problem or something like that. So, I think I am not going to bother with it. If it irritates me, I'll just most probably move to another blog. Just like what I did with the previous one.

Now, I have to attempt to be awfully formal. This blog entry will be discussing the promotional examinations thus far.

With the usage of time management, the subject of interest worked his way round the stress of study. In the wee mornings, the subject of interest will wake up and prepare himself for school. After which, he would take approximately about ten minutes to walk to the bus stop where he will wait patiently for the bus to arrive. When the bus comes, he will 'sleep it off', as what the subject of always says. This, in other words, also mean that the subject of interest would make use of the travelling time from the original location to the destination - the school.

Then, the subject of discussion will walk silently to school as he dawn on his trademark blue jacket. Upon the arrival in school, the subject of interest will manoveur his way to his class' assigned seats where he will take his place. By pulling the jawstrings from his bag and opening it, the subject of interest then takes out his notes and starts to 'mug' for the upcoming promotional examinations paper. There is no sign of conversation with others as the subject of interest 'isolates himself from others in order to concentrate'. What the subject of interest tells us, as we all know, is practically impossible to achieve as the subject of interest starts to open his mechanical mouth and starts 'yakking his mouth off like a machine gun'. Analysing this quote from the mouth of the subject of interest, it can be inferred that the subject of interest himself admits that he talks a lot, comparing it to a machine gun. The comparison of his mouth to a machine gun dehumanises the subject of interest. Futhermore, by comparing it to a machine gun, it shows the ferocity the mouth of the subject of interest is for it will "kill" the targets with its rapid sharp shots. Another inference that can be thus made would be that the subject of interest admits the fact that his words can sometimes be deadly and poisonous.

After the course of the assembly, in which the subject of interest will pray, listen to the announcement and also sing the national athem silently, the subject of discussion will then go to the examination venue where he will wait impatiently, 'radiating nervous energy' to the people around him. It is not a good thing to be nervous, as said by one his the subject of interest's teacher, for it will affect the people around, causing them to be nervous too. Ultimately, just before the examination starts, the subject of interest would have successfully cause a chaos outside the examination hall, resulting in the nervousness of the candidates.

When the examination starts, the subject of dicussion will then keep focus for the period of time where he will just try his best to finish the paper on time. It is not known, whether he cheats or not for no evidence has surfaced to prove that he cheated. This may be due to two reasons. The first reason would be that the subject of discussion does not cheat. The second reason would be that the subject of interest is a very experienced cheater and has not been caught doing it yet. After serious thought and consideration, it is only logically to conclude that the only possibility would be the former for the subject of interest is someone who many would model after as a good student.

When the examination ends, the subject of interest would then proceed to tell everyone that he will 'sure fail'. This shows that the subject of discussion is not someone who is confident but instead, rather pessimistic and always looking at things at their worse. It is highly not recommanded to anyone who is reading this.

Please do not fall into the tragic footsteps of the subject of discussion for it will surely lead anyone to fall into an endless pithole of failure.

2007-09-17T05:41:00.000-07:00

Another one of the random poem that caught my heart.

Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

2007-09-16T06:15:00.000-07:00

Too many angry posts have been put up already. It has changed the mood of the blog into something darker nowadays. Now, I guess the blog should require a new change.

Something new! Something novel! Something, wacky.

Not those artistic crap people claim they are reading. Not Shakespeare.

I know this person who calls Shakespeare Shakey. Now that is so stupid, isn't it? It is as if you know Mr William Shakespeare so well that you get to give him a nickname. Anyways, what kind of nickname is Shakey? It makes Shakespeare sound so cheesy. It undermines all the great works he has done. Ha!

Great works Shakespeare has done. I guess when you do literature, you can't escape from the wrath of Shakespeare. Look at me. I am the perfect example. I used to think that Shakespeare is hell. I can't stand Shakespeare because I couldn't understand anything. Now, I think he is rather good. Me, doing literature. Now, that is certainly a sight! I thought, 'Wow! My school is not doing Shakespeare! Hurray!'

Who knows, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley has Shakespeare in it. In fact, the savage reservation (a place in his book that has all the barbarians for that place has not been developed) has allusions to many of Shakespeare's classics. The main character of the book, John, is the guy that quotes Shakespeare off his head. This is how well he knows Shakespeare.

In Brave New World, the word mother and father are actually obsenities. A scene in Romeo and Juliet where Juliet only wants Romeo but not Paris is actually a joke in the imagined world of Brave New World. Makes me wonder, what exactly is human instinct? What exactly is human?

Brave New World is a nice book that makes people think. I like books that make people think. I also like book that does not make people think. Sometimes, when you think too much, you need to not think to relax. Remember that, relax.

Let me teach you somethings to relax. Study. Work. Sleep late and wake up early. These are the perfect guide to relaxing well. Remember, follow the guides and you will survive.

2007-09-13T07:25:00.000-07:00

Goodness, my literature teacher was going through with us this wonderful poem with us this afternoon and I just have to share it with the world! This poem is written by Seamus Heaney. This poem just makes me want to cry!

Twice Shy

Her scarf a la Bardot,
In suede flats for the walk,
She came with me one evening
For air and friendly talk.
We crossed the quiet river,
Took the embankment walk.

Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm:
Dusk hung like a backcloth
That shook where a swan swam,
Tremulous as a hawk
Hanging deadly, calm.

A vacuum of need
Collapsed each hunting heart
But tremulously we held
As hawk and prey apart,
Preserved classic decorum,
Deployed our talk with art.

Our Juvenilia
Had taught us both to wait,
Not to publish feeling
And regret it all too late -
Mushroom loves already
Had puffed and burst in hate.

So, chary and excited,
As a thrush linked on a hawk,
We thrilled to the March twilight
With nervous childish talk:
Still waters running deep
Along the embankment walk.

It is so sweet, isn't it? Makes me want to shed some tears. Especially, I had a long talk with my JC friends about something that has been deep down in my heart for the longest amount of time. What a timely poem to stir all those strange feelings again.

Sometimes, I wonder whether it was right to tell. Once bitten, twice shy. 'Our juvenilia / Had taughts us both to wait, / Not to publish feeling / And regret it all to late'

Sigh... The days just go on and on and on and on. It never stops. We are all growing old. Someday, we'll be old enough. I'll never forget though. I'll always hold to the faith that it will always be better, it will always be positive. I will always hold on to the lingering desire in my heart to have the perfect world.

Someday, we will be older... someday, we will think it is finally the time. That someday will come. Meanwhile, I will never lose the faith.

2007-09-05T03:38:00.000-07:00

A very very strange dream.

***
I walked up to her. We were at the beach with the sunset behind us. It was a nice place. I walked up to her and slipped the ring onto her finger.

'Will you marry me?' I said.

She nodded, her face full of bliss. She proceeded to put on the other ring onto my finger. She couldn't get it in for my fingers were too fat.

'Honey, I am so sorry that you can't get the ring into my finger. I crack my fingers occasionally so they grew rather fat.' I said, with guilt.

She managed to push the ring into my finger.

'Honey, I love you. This way, when you put the onto my finger, I will never be able to get the ring out of my finger. I will love you forever.' I looked at her with bliss.

We kissed.

We went into the chapel, holding hands. Our fingers were interlocked. It was a sweet scene.

Then we danced. The chapel turned into a ballroom where we danced to the Sound of Music.
***

Bizarre but true. =)

How I wish the dream would come true. Except the fact that I do not want fat fingers.

2007-09-04T09:06:00.000-07:00

I just hate it when parents show favourtism. Don't you?

I mean, I cannot stand to have another sibling vying for your parents' attention. Maybe it is just me. Maybe it is just the petty me. Maybe it is just me in the whole wide world who cannot tolerate someone being bias in their attitude towards people.

I apologise for that if I am right but I do not think that I am the only human being in the entire world who cannot stand favourtism.

'Oh, I've gotta confiscate your bloody handphone because your brother is bloody angry that you get to use your phone. Oh, I've gotta be bloody fair.'

'Mum! I don't want to do this, let him do it.'
'Sure darling. You, you better bloody do it because your brother does not want to do this bloody job that no bloody human being can tolerate.'

Bloody glorious!

All the blood... It is war! Bloody warfare.

Maybe it is just me. Maybe I am just the only one who will get green. Maybe I am just the only one that will get angry. Maybe... but I won't apologise for it.

2007-08-19T02:24:00.000-07:00

有时，心会想：怎么才能达到我所要的目标。
有时，心会想：天可以不要亮吗。
有时，心会想：有些人怎么会这样。

那天下着大雨，淅沥刷拉地。天好像在哭泣。但也不知道为了什么而落泪，也不知道天的伤心度到几分。

天，灰了。
我，也心灰了。

儿时，父母说：‘要用功读书。要考好成绩。不能输。‘
这好胜的心就这样被父母钻进了心，钻进了我的想法。有时好胜心太强了，接受不了失败。失败大大的打着我的心灵，心灵受到了创伤。

雨停了。天空还是乌云密布。天不哭了，但天也没笑。天不落泪了，但眼眶还是红红的。

长大了。爸爸说：‘男子汉，大丈夫，流血不流泪。’
我不哭了。

太阳从乌云的后端露出了脸夹。它那金黄色的脸照耀了大地。风来了。它用尽了力量吹走了云丛。天亮了。太阳照雨点。彩虹出来了。

我的心好了。

2007-07-27T08:54:00.000-07:00

I pray for the success of the people who are going to dance for tapestry tomorrow. I pray that they will remember their dance steps and that they will be able to keep to the timings of the fast song. I pray that the weather tomorrow will be good so that the dancers can dance happily. All this I pray in the name of Jesus, Amen.

You know, the dancers are really stressed up. Such a short time to learn such a long dance. They are already so tired with the drama production already. Sometimes, it makes me wonder why we are working so hard and that we are neglecting our studies. The people are not doing so well for their results. If they fail, they will get into huge troubles with the madams. It does pain my heart.

It worries me too.

I love being emo... ...

I took this really emo class photo for our photo shoot today. My classmates all said I looked really good in that emo photo. They say I have the emo pose. I have the emo face. I was just being really emo. I love being emo. I love to be sad. I think that it is a very good emotion to potray because I think it is interesting why people want to be emo. I think it is cool to be emo.

FIne, I am strange. Whatever. I shall go isolate myself and be emo. Haha...

2007-07-16T04:01:00.001-07:00

Bitching can be fun. Talking about random stuffs can be fun. Engaging in serious bitching can actually be... fun. Shocking?

Actually, ironic. How can bitching be serious? I mean, how can it be?

Well, let me give you an illustration: a group of people sit down, they start to engage in a conversation that consists of nothing but just whispers. They go around saying, 'psst, psst, hiss, hate this person... can't stand her... he thinks he is so great...'. All the time with the person being bitch about in the peripheral vision.

That is what you call serious bitching.

Drama people can be really bitchy. I prefer to think that I am not bitching, I am just telling the truth. =)

Alright, that shall be my new motto (not that I had any to begin with): I don't bitch, I only tell the truth.

Oh well, I can't tell so much truth here. I want to let it in in sequels. Just like what stupid Charles Dickens did. Now, I shall end with an anticlimax. =)

Dynamic Duo

2007-07-15T06:25:00.000-07:00

For my 45th post here, I am going to celebrate it by posting a poem I wrote. Do enjoy. =)

Dynamic Duo

She stood there four-legged
looked at us toiling.
There she stood screaming
herself hoarse at us - the screeching.
Oblivious, she looked on,
at us and continued yelling.
Her straight hair was the
main thing attracting.
Never is she tired,
never too exhausted when commanding.

The Queen moves and mounts her.
Scary, freaky, chilly, creepy,
odd, anomalous, odd and atypical
it becomes a badly done stage production: horrifying.

The Queen waved her long mane
and let out a huge neigh.
Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw.
The fur she wears keeps her warm.
What an ugly coat she wears:
Black and white - like a hideous beast.
She neighs the horse to move her to
her barn, her haven, the place where she can command.
Hee-Haw, Hee-haw.
It comes out with the consonants muffled.

The both objects lusted by many
scary, freaky, chilly, creepy,
odd, anomalous, odd and atypical.
For birds of the same feather flock together.

2007-07-14T23:54:00.001-07:00

MaoHui --

[noun]:

A human transformer (Robot in disguise)

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

2007-07-02T07:37:00.000-07:00

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Drama Nerd You sure do love the spotlight and probably have a very out-going and loud personality. Or not. That's just a stereotype, of course. Participation in the theatre is something to be very proud of. Whether you have a great voice for musicals, or astounding skills for dramas/comedies; keep up the good work. We need more entertainment these days that isn't television and video games (not that these things are bad, necessarily.)
Literature Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Social Nerd
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Anime Nerd
Musician
Artistic Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type? Quizzes for MySpace

2007-06-12T04:09:00.000-07:00

Sue Townsend is indeed a genius! Her Adrian Mole series are indeed best sellers for a reason. I am a fanatic of her and I think her Adrian Mole diaries really do really just cannot cease to amaze me. In fact, I worship it!

I read just read 'Adrian Mole Aged 13 1/4: The Play' and once again, I am tickled pink by it. Read it! Read it!

Jumbled up post

2007-06-07T22:31:00.000-07:00

This year has indeed passed very quickly. I guess, when you are busy, you don't realise that time has passed. So to me, everyday just seem to sort of blast away.

Two weeks are almost gone. Two weeks of my holidays are almost gone. Just thinking of it makes me cringe with fear. In two weeks time, I will be sitting in the MPH taking my first paper - General Paper. I know everyone must be thinking, "what a loser! Talking about General Paper in his blog."

I mean, what else do I have to talk about? I can talk about my mind-blowing session at physiotherapy or I can talk about how the second season of the show is cancelled or I can bitch about some people whom I do not like. I mean, you blog what you really want to say in a blog, right?

You do not expect me to blog things that has high crowd appeal but is actually something I don't like. You don't expect me to blog something that I hate so much. I like to bitch about. Face it, everyone likes to bitch about this and that. However, won't it be nasty to talk about the person openly in your blog? What if he or she suddenly comes visiting at your blog one fine day and start to read all the nasty things you wrote. Or just imagine that you chance upon someone's blog that contains all nasty information about you. How will you feel?

Bless those that are weak in the heart. Bless those who are weak in their souls. Bless those who cannot find themselves. Bless those who cannot seem to walk on the right track. Bless those who are lost at a crossroad. Lord will help you all.

Personally, I think that the idea of having a God is really cool. The idea of having someone to guide you along all the choices you made. The idea of having someone to watch over you and take care of you. The idea of having another Father to take care of you. The idea of Him forgiving us and taking the consequences of our sins. That is really touching.

To have someone touch my heart, it takes a lot of effort. First, you must be really sincere. Next, you must be really nice and all. It is not so easy to touch one's heart.

Let's just talk about me wanting to touch this person's heart but I don't know how to. Let me just say that I want to tell the person something but I don't know how to. Let me just say that I want to let this person know how I feel but I don't know how to. What do you do?

Secrets are nasty. You try to keep a secret but you still have the desire to tell everyone about it. You try to keep a secret but you just cannot seem to be able to keep your mouth shut. Then, you open your mouth and spill the beans accidentaly. Actually, subconsciously, you already have this all planned. All planned so that you can leak the secret out. All planned so that it will all look like an accident. All planned so that they cannot really blame you. All planned so you can push the responsibility away.

Irresponsibility: Not taking care of the things you are accountable for. I think that one should not be a hypocrite and try to push allthe blames to everyone except you yourself. I think it is a very nasty way of doing things. Never again should people trust you and never again should you get a chance to do something like this again.

Never again.

2007-05-02T06:11:00.000-07:00

I was surfing the Ministry of Education website just now to do some research for my G.P. and guess what I saw?

The results of the niche schools are out for this year.

Congratulations to Punggol Primary School for achieving the niche school status for hockey! Well done school! Well done PE teachers there! Well done!