Sunday, February 26, 2006 | 2:11 AM
Fan is whirring lazily above my head now, watching at my frantic attempts to copy the answers to the tutorails Mr Haniss has posted on Litespeed. The priniter broke down more than a week before, and till now, has been studiously ignored by both me and my bro. Hence, the (un)willing manual labour I am doing. Hah.
Hmm.. There is chem spa and econs DRQ tmr. It has always during times of studying for econs that I feel most like dropping. Shucks. Oh well.
Anyway, had a talk, or more like a court room battle, to be more precise, with my dad just now, over my bro going to poly. -to yj: sorry, just saw ur comment- Erm actually, he put NYJC sci as third choice. *Oh nooo..* j/k. Yup. And still, everything is a stalemate till the posting results come out la, but mum has already gave him something like her blessings la. I mean, you cant expect her to actually like stop him right?
Still, I was asking my mum about the poly fees and found out that they are more expensive than JC. Then, a killer line came out of nowhere.
"But uni fees are even more expensive marh."
That went to my heart. Mum didnt meant it in a bad way la, but still, she is right.
I am so gona start saving 25% of my allowance, just like what Mr Haniss told us.
And yet another contributor to the Sunday editorials is not writing on the near future. Man, there goes one source of literary happiness on Sunday.
2 qn copied, I think there are abt like 3 more to go....
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Friday, February 24, 2006 | 8:55 PM
The doctor sliced open the heart, and immediately, poison black fumes wafted out. Like curling tendrils that will hook onto your soul and never let go, sapping all matter of warmth away. He instinctively took a step back and dodged the spiral of air by a millimetre.
Pulling a gas mask over his nose, he reached into the opened cavity and fished around. He peered in and there it was, a tiny black fist clenched around the heart. Prying it away using his hands was a sturggle, but when he finally managed to dettach it from the organ and brought it up from the body towards the lght for a closer look, the black venomous object, upon coming into the path of the white light, promptly decomposed into a mess of black burning ash.
Operation completed.
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Thursday, February 23, 2006 | 6:23 AM
There are days when all I want to do is to throw myself into the hectic life, bury myself under piles of homework, never to resurface, never to have to see the sun, and face the world.
There are also days when I feel like sitting someone down and listening to what he or she has to say, and delve into his/her mind to find out why they do the things they do, and how they see the world.
Or on the other hand, pour out all the questions I have in my head about the world, and have them answered, once and for all.
There are also days when all I want to do, is sink into the darkness, and build my armour around me, so everyone instinctively keeps away. Or just beat someone up just so they can feel the mental turmoil I am feeling.
Or to curse and swear and rail and rant at someone, or something, and after that bout of histronics, destroy it, with either a blow to it with a hammer, or pick it up and fling it at the damn wall and kill it so that it would take my secrets with it to its grave.
Yet there are days when I resurface from depths of human gloom to actually feel happy and energetic enough to believe that the world is acutally not bad.
Or days when I wonder, what in the world used to make me so mad or angry about to the extent that I cant get over it, that my earlier blog entries sounded so angry or gloomy.
Then there are days when you spend the whole day in a daze only to be out of it at 6pm and realise that throughout the day, you had basically been a zombie.
Or days when you look forward to something so much so that everytime you think of it, you somehow feels energized and excited.
I think I havent been humane and normal enough to be as good a friend I wish I can be.
I can almost bet that I will look at this tmr and wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
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| 5:42 AM
Dont we wish that somethings would happen so that we can be absolved of any responsibility for doing something which we very much want to do, but for some reasons, didnt do it?
The situation that sparked off these thoughts, was that brother dear wants to go to poly instead of remaining at his jc. Yet after thinking through and everything, he chose to put SA as his first choice, and NYP the second. He mentioned recently, that he wish somehow, something would happen, and he would get posted to NYP automatically. Maybe like a huge, sudden influx of 6 pointers going to SA pr smthg ba. Which led to me asking Jas abt it, and she made a very good observation about why we want such things to happen.
In my brother's case, it was something like a deliberation of choosing btween what he likes doing and the conventional path. For me, I liken it to, choosing which subject to drop, which is linked somewhat to which faculty to go to in the uni.. etc. And till now, I am still holding out onto my options, hoping somehow, by heaven's intervention, or a twist of fate, that I dont have to make such a decision by myself.
And in the meantime, for both me and my brother, I think the only thing we can do is to get more information, so as to make.. in the event that we had no options but to make our choice, our choices would be, in the very least, an informed one.
Which leads to my mum. She is obviously fretting about my brother. And it is horrid seeing her go through this while being not much of a help to do something to allay her concerns. Wat's is the point of giving token advice? Token encouragement maybe.. But I think the greatest extent one can go to, as a friend or as a sibling, I can only highlight certain points, bring his attention to certain things so that he can best make a decision, or so that I myself can make a decision.
But the thing about information, in this very imperfect knowledge of ours, we dont know how important the implications some of these info holds. It is something like econs, measuring the CPI. You dont know what weights to give to certain things. Just like me not knowing how much importance to attach to certain advice given, because, some of the info given may be biased against something in the first place. For eg, listening to the arguments Mr Haniss and Mrs Chan give for not dropping, and dropping a subject respectively. It is always interesting to look at all these info which are given to you, and observe, how some of the info given to you makes an impact on you. Mrs Chan, Mr Kwek, alomost of the teachers, say, it doesnt matter which degree, or faculty you go into, you should get into the university.
I should get off my butt and start doing at least 10 qns of trapezium rule so Mrs Wong wont kick my butt tmr.
I so want to be absolved of the responsibilty of what I said and (did not) do.
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Sunday, February 19, 2006 | 3:21 AM
I lounged against the wall, and try to tell which of the two is more relaxed, the cup of soothingly hot tea wafting gentle steam and good old memories, or the inked lines travelling leisurely over the ceramic smooth cup, conjuring up images of endless walks in fields.
There are days when all one wishes of Joy is that he be a little more experimental and adventurous in his wanderings, and a little more meticulous in exploring the world, so that he can pass more of his gifts around to more people. And that he be a little more uncertain in his travellings so that Joy comes when you least expect it.
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Saturday, February 18, 2006 | 6:32 AM
Stone by the pond.
Not stripped of skin by the waters of raging rapids.
Not scratched and bruised by pebbles and stones swirling in potholes.
No abrasions from sand particles in the flowing rivers.
Not struck by the pounding waters from the waterfalls.
Yet it changed.
Tower against the sky.
Standing against a backdrop of peach blue sky, on a deserted plain dotted with dried up shrubbery, it gave strength.
Fighting against the biting winds that stripped its armour, it gave protection.
Standing against the pelting, burning rain that tore its soul, it gave shelter.
Weathering the storms, it was a fort even as it gave.
Yet it survived.
I dont see your current self. I see an image drawn from my memory, of you a few years ago.
We talk, but I cant hear what you are saying now. I heard your reply, the exact replica of what you used to reply me with.
I didnt know you are such a leaf, that a gust of wind is enough to take you from my grasp. That a second gust sends you spiralling towards the sky, and that a third would take you out of my sight.
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Friday, February 17, 2006 | 5:39 AM
Listening to 嘻唰唰 by 花儿乐队 with this silly grin on my face right now. Hahah, thank goodness no one except my com sees my facial expressions when I am using the com.
It has been a very happy day for me today!! Let me first thank jas for .. I also duno why and what, but after talking to you, I feel like writing loads of stuff! Whoops =) So much for posting pictures which are supposed to speak a thousand words =)
-interruption: OH NO!! I think I got struck by the thing dz said in his blog, which I believed he caught from ZR and Weiss!! Which is... Lisiting my day down systematically!!~~
Ok, anyway, because of the Physics spa, I didnt get to study for the OBT =( which meant I didnt get to complete the whole thing. So much for me wanting to continue my "doing well" streak after the lecture test, which got me a score I am pretty happy about.
After which, there was PE. Yet another =( Sigh, I really am not good at incined pull ups man. Dunno if it is some pyschological thing on top of my physical pathetic-ness. What if many years down the road I see myself on a pyschiatrist's couch and talking about my inablility to do 7 inclined pull ups ??
Then, we did the fat percentage test thing. THIS IS SO UNFAIR!! Guys healthy weight percentage 10- 20%. Girls 20-30%. I can almost hear Lester laughing at us again. Sigh, though mine is 21%, still.. =( There was 1 guy, 7%, and another, 5%!! Whatever. Gah.
Then, there was spa... I was so afraid I cant remember the error sources! But everything should be kinda okay la.. Though I had my unknown c is like 27 times that of Scott's. Anyway, I just rmb. Due to Mrs Chan shifting Lester to the front table, the front table now houses all the Andersoniains of s6aye and in almost all pracs, we end up talking up andss. No other topic marh.. =P Though he loses the "4/4 better than 4/2 discussion". Terribly, I wld say =)
After school, it was PLAYTIME!! Whee! Got to play bball with quite a lot of ppl. Lestor upped the hilarity factor with Dz, ZR, Jonny in a grp. And my group had JZ, Ali and Jam. Peck Hor dropped by to help us score a few points. Then ah, sometimes I lose my balance and got misinterpreted as play rough. Hahah, as long as they stay away from me and the ball, whatever tt impression la. Then, ZR tried to teach me how to lay up. Sigh. Kelv actually got the hang of it in like, 10 mins? And Lestor kept suan-ing me. But he was like half suan-ing at me, half laughing lor. So it took the sting out of the criticism, if it was even meant as one in the first place, but I dont think so la =)
Then half way home, I realised I forgot to take my skirt and had to walk all the way back. I was too paiseh to retrieve my skirt by myself so I enlisted the help of VK. THANKS BABE! =) Then I somehow ended up helping her and Jam and their teammate train for their competition (if what I did actually was considered helping =P) And had my bubble tea stolen by so many ppl =P. Then got to walk with vk to the bus stop with the intention of going home. Then I saw a missed call frm jas and called back.
The next thing I knew, I was crossing the overhead bridge back to outside NY and waiting for jas so we could go j8 eat. =) Hahah, aint this a cool day? I got to hang out with 2 great babes and even those few hours are enough to make me a happy freak! And bball usually gets me that high too la. And we ate at pastamania! Heheh, supposedly going back there tmr with vk for lunch b4 heading over to andss for alumni band prac. And we got to chat quite a bit too! And pasta was delicious *swoons*
Talking with jas raises quite a few points of thoughts in my head.
I realised, I cant rmb how life was in sec 3 n 4 in details anymore. Everything is kinda blurry. Just have this fuzzy, warm , happy image in warm yellow and green that life is happy. Hmm. I believe it isnt exactly that true la. Anyway, and I am not cursing anymore! Haha, shall take jas' advice =) And somehow, I seem to have a lot to write about.
-cut for a moment: just took a break and blog surfed.-
My, everyone seems to be writing quite a bit. Ant found a ricecooker and can have warm food now, vk thinks mr wan is a cute n enthu teach and is in purple, yj is in pretty blues n greens and jas is being civilised to her flamer, teach found inspiration, dz listing his life, and blahblahblah..
Song on repeat is making me extremely high. Somehow, after doing a round of blog surfing and seeing that life seems to be okay for almost everyone, there is this feeling of happy contentment.
And came home to mum waiting for me for dinner. And dessert. It feels good to be able to appreciate my mum and all she has done for me. And after talking to jas, I am, just a teeny little bit, appreciating my bro more. =) But just a little. I think Mrs Chan is right in saying that an elder sis and a younger bro makes a lethal combi =)
Life is good right now. Maybe I wont be saying this on Sun when I am rushing out my hydroxy cmpd tut, but right now, life is pretty.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006 | 3:01 AM
Rainy day on day of visiting Mr Wan's house. His neighbourhood had quite a lot of uncommon plants, and also, enough light for phototaking if not for the rain.
Mr Wan also gave permission for me to take some pics of his house, yay!
His study.. He explained he was still sorting out photos from an ealier trip. I like the scattered feel.
Dinner time. Shall go do chem tut.
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Saturday, February 11, 2006 | 6:03 AM
I used to be able to write nonsensical stuff and not have it linked to me in real life. I even got away with writing about a maniac computer mouse and leaves.
Was talking to Mrs Chan during CT period and she said something that got stuck in my head. She said, whatever choices we made, dont look back. She mentioned her coming to S'pore on her own and studying for 3 years. That she taught physics cox there were enough bio teachs. She emphasised not looking back and continuing to move on and to work with it. The talk helped put certain things into perspective. And there was this interesting discussion about a particular gender. Hmm, Mrs Chan can be FCP too but she really learnt to work with it. It was funny listening to her talk abt her family. =)
Then there is the class committee workshop today. It was the same instructor who was with us for the whole level camp thing. He is different now, and I now know why he was uncomfortable with the large number of students he had to work with. How I wish that I an take more away with me. There was so many things to learn, yet so little time. And I missed the gathering at Liyan's hse in the end still cox despite saying tt we were to be released at 5.30pm, we left at 6.35pm. =(
Still, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHAY, JAS AND YJ!
10.15 now, too early to sleep, too tired to do homework. And all sort of random thoughts are floating into my head.
A couple of months down the road, I am still struggling with the concept of living and let live. So this is how having questions and no one answering them feels like. I once had this fav phrase, it is no longer a favourite. But it went something like, "To start a journey of thousand steps, you must first take the first one." Woah, it sounds like some translation from chinese saying. And I wonder if I ever will have the guts to do tt. Come on mk, stop being a lousy coward and acknowledge it.
I keep looking back, seeing the shadows trail behind me. And suddenly, the intensity of the darkness of the shadows seem to transform into my burdens and all I want to do now, is to call someone for help. But my voice cant reach those ahead whose shadows are rapidly disappearing into the distance. I turn back, and see, someone's back heading in the direction my path is leading me away from.
I have forgotten how good it feels to curse. I am gonna relearn that.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006 | 6:13 AM
Just discovered to my horror tt I cldnt see yj's link on my blog. Anyway, I accidentally deleted some of the codes or smthg for the links stuff and since I am looking for a new layout anyway.. So I decided not to link anyone for now.. Come to think of it, maybe I wont the next time round.
I am in Aerobics for PE class cox other than F & C, which is where the overweight students who failed NAPFA go, you can only go to aerobics. Well, at least to my knowledge.. Actually, it wasnt as bad as I feared it wld be -sigh of relief- We are learning the basic steps and moving to music which I think would be good training for me as a basis to learning how to dance, and maybe I can fulfil my tiny wish of joining a dance club at the next institution I go to. Right. And Ms Ong says if we progress fast enough, she will add in some kickboxing. Yay! Btw, I got a close look at her, and she has a very pretty face!! Oh man!! Gotta dash.
Have to do:
Econ's outline/corrections. boohoo.
Math tut. doom!
Physics gravitational field. bleagh
Chem solubility equilibria. 2 more qns!
-groans-
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006 | 2:19 AM
Whee! Taken right beside the fountains in Taka where yj was gobbling down, okay, eating humanely, her sushi, with yin mun on Saturday. Hehheh, we took advantage of Shawn's "5 min toilet break" and went and never came back! Wahaha!
Picture of water droplets on car window against traffic light.
ZR just poked fun of me!! I quote him,
"can't believe you posted pictures of the plants you took during x-cty"
Grrr!! He and Weiss arh!! The two of you! Hahaha =) And Weiss, out of his merciful and kind heart, decided not to kill me with a soccer ball cox.. he was too lazy to do so. Hmph. It was ZR who put them up on his blog hor. Go kill him la. See you dare or not. =P
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| 1:30 AM
Sort of found out why I am in such a bad mood of sorts recently. There was this feeling wanting to say something to correct what people say about me, recently, but today, everything just went bust. Maybe it was the heat which sped up the boiling process but whatever it was, it was horrid. Suddenly, I just couldnt be bothered anymore.
All those observations Hooper made about him, are used as ammunition, used at battering rams, as the last nail in the coffin to break Kingshaw down. No matter how untrue they can be, who cares? GP has been talking about prejudice and discrimination, especially about the need about making assumptions of people, about categorising them, about observing them. The irony is, me, whom should know most about , believed some of the untruths, or in the very least, the murky descriptions.
Of course it can be said that I wouldnt know how others see my behavior. It is true. But when one makes comments, descriptions about another, it can fall into the range of being extremely wrong, somewhat correct or maybe even, hitting the nail on the head or something. Still, it is unsettling, uncomfortable to be told certain things about yourself when you didnt ask for such stuff, when out of the blue, people suddenly seem intent on reading you and telling out loud the contents. Usually I can handle it. I do this too, but I only say those things when I want to make reference to a behavior and when I am asked. I dont want it to be some "do you know you tend to be.." trivia in which questions are set on me everyday. There was this question in GP about blogs. The grp doing it mentioned something about the exhibition like quality about it.
Well, I thnk the word "exhibition" is the key. In exhibitions, artists out up their work and ppl can look at it whatever way they want but they cant feedback directly to the artist and tell the artist what to do, how that scene could have been improved, or even how-to-paint-the-damn-picture. Or even better, cornering the artist into a corner and attempting to have a discussion on why the sun is red in his picture.
But what I am also trying to say is, I think it is true tt sometimes when ppl make assumptions abt you and then tell you to do certain things, you may intentionally dont do it. Or for some, if they dont like the way you ask them, they wont do it. For me, just stop telling me who I am. You can tell me how you see me as a person, but I dont think we can ever confidently say, of another person, who he is, for we will never know enough of the person to say that.
Ignorance is once again bliss.
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Sunday, February 05, 2006 | 12:40 AM
It is interesting how ppl seek affirmation ffom one another. Yesterday, was I overreacting? I have no idea. All I could rmb in my had at the moment was what Mervyn once mentioned, when I mentioned to him that he is a really loyal person. His simple reply was," I am loyal."
I didnt realise that I sounded agitated but what I felt was the cold betrayal of people running off to other sectors just so to be with their friends. Again, we have a duty. Which is to cheer the other ppl on.
And with two arms length away, we are gona be essentially alone against the crowd. That is reality. Seeing someone else two arms length away only serves to heighten the feeling of being alone, but there is the same case for all sectors. No matter which sector you change to, it will still be the same.
And about other sectors being more happening, it is true, because they had the added boost of being the VIP and middle sectors. But they are high because everyone is. What Victor said was true. If everyone do, you wont look like a fool. If you can handle being alone, and cheering, it is ok. You just sit and watch the parade. That is what everyone is doing anyway what. It is using it as a basis to abandon your group leader, your group mates and still daring to seek affirmation from them that is wrong.
What was I me to say? That it is okay to go to another sector? That is disloyalty on one count. And you want our blessings? Well, just be like her and leave silently so at least we dont have to struggle with trying to be civil right. Can you imagine what Latifah was trying to say then? What T would have felt? He was counting on you.
Do the right thing for once.
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Saturday, February 04, 2006 | 9:49 PM
I think it was Mrs Ashari who once mentioned something about the "bright lights of a city", in reference to the book, Sing to the dawn. There is something about the phrase which suggests heady euphoria, smoke wafting all over under the glare of spotlights or glow of neon light. The pulsating beats of music echoing in your ears while you see people gyrating to music, sweat slicked bodies reflecting fluoroscent green, blue and red hues. It sounded.. like an addiction, which while being in it, felt great but to an onlooker, frightening, as you watch the person gripped by a fever as if his soul was being grabbed by the devil and throttled to death, while still being oblivious to his impending doom.
Which brings me to Chingay. Thank goodness it was so different. The throngs of people, and the bright white lights, dancing spots of pink, green and orange were balanced out by all those orange streetlamps. Hah. The ever steady pressence of streetlamps. Chingay can be summarised into an equation for us streetrockers. (7.5)-2) + (7-1) = 11.5 hrs of waiting. Haha, what I think all of us gripe most about would be the looooong waiting hours. And the bad food. And dinner at 4 pm.
Pictures from (2)+ pm to (7)- pm. I am gona combine both days into the descriptions cox the same things happened along the same time line.
Fri: Left school at 12. 50+ even though we could have left at 12.15pm cox we were working hard on pur physics prac. Sat: Woke up at 11am, bleary eyed, with DAMN painful leg muscles.
(Intermission: Why I had painful leg muscles.
This was because during PE lesson for those who failed an item or more for Napfa, there were only 5 gals. And two were Bee and Dor who were accompanying me. The other two failed their SBJ and I failed incline, by 1!! Argh. Apparently Mr Lee asked what we failed and I think he heard the two girls' reply as the whole grp's. So we had training for SBJ. And before we head over to do the lunges, I was suspicious and asked him "what about inclines?" and he said, we will do SBJ today. So we did. It was only at the end of the whole thing when we were being debriefed when he was talking about "whe you guys think you can jump more than 165cm , tell me and we will give u a test again," did I interjected him and asked, "what abt inclines?" And a blank look crossed his face which said "huh?"
Uh oh. So I explained tt I failed incline and his horrified expression said it all. No, it wasnt cox I was the only loser who failed inclines (you doofus), but tt I just went thru an hr of training for smthg I didnt fail!! Ok. Great. ) Anyway, tts was smthg which I wanted to write down so next time I am looking thru my archives, I can read it at laugh at how dumb I was ( and maybe shall still be)
Okay.... Back to food at 14:00 hrs on Sat. Fri's food looked something like that also la. Just think tofu and.. fishball or smthg.
Hey, where are the vitamins and protein shit?!
Hehheh, me, JY and Serene went and bought food frm basement of taka and my additions to dinner were tako and sushi!! Mwahahaha!!! But I heard that the last batch had Madonald's vouchers. Aiyerh, I had vicously stabbed the sausage and then taking the picture with the intention of scribbling the words "Chingay food" before uploading it, but I am too darn lazy now.
And photos on Fri and Sat in preps. The Sat pixs see all of us sporting red hair. Didnt get much chance for photos on Sat cox we arent exactly allowed to.
Jieying, Serene and me on fri.
We waited and waited and waited.. The tiny person wearng a red and white tee right under the scaffolding (on the right) if you can see, is Shawn, lead of Sector 3. He does a very good imitation of Victor, who is head of operations for the whole thing. The most impt lessons we have walked away from Chingay is what Victor taught us. I shall allow Bee, Bel, Jam and Dor to teach you.
Stick you left arm out, cup your right ear. And moved both of your limbs together repeatedly and make the sound "woot, woot!" or other sound effects as you please. =)
Yep, devoted 11.5 hrs of my life there.
JY, serene, me and Latifah!
YJ and me! 0.001 secs fter this photo was taken , I was already smacking my forehead with coming up with such a dumb pose. Gawd! And you see the green thing on my sleeve? It is the milo brand!!! Ahhhh!! There were loads of ppl rolling up their sleeves to hide it, as demonstrated by the hot babe on my right. =)
2.0 MP camera phone show-off. Gah!! I couldnt bear to look.
Front to back. Left to right. T, me, Kim Wei, Latifah, Jie Ying and Serene. Speaking of which, T has been a really great lead. Even though he wasnt a blader, he still chose to run up and down sector 3 so as to make sure the transmission of messages were fast and accurate. And he is one to stand up and take control in a very responisble manner. -slautes- BUT!! The one fatal flaw: He forgot our grp's goodie bags!! I want that bag! T!!!!
Sneaked in some shots in between. High energy dance number for pre-parade.
And the two sweeties who were behind me during the parade. =)
Okay, though I did get in shots of the parade floats and performers, eh, dont really wana put them up cox they are kinda blurred and everythg. Well, this brigs to mind two different categorires of photos. Some are to capture the moment, meaning, it is for ppl who are there, and for them to recall the thing. Like a momento. Most prob there are shots of people and events like those above ba. Another purpose, are those which are for artistic purposes I guess. For lack of a better way to express it, I would say it is to be like a canvas. Gah. 4pm afternoon ( or evening) heat messing up my brain. I have only been awak for 3 hrs. Most prob I will go study in the night. Yawn.
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Thursday, February 02, 2006 | 5:59 AM
Sometimes, a leaf looks up at a tree and thinks, the tree has so many colours, shades of various greens, yellow, browns and oranges. It has all the colours at all times. Why do I only have a colour at a time?
Yet a tree looks at the leaf and thinks, the leaf gets to continuously change its colours. It starts out frm a tender green to a ripe yellow, and then orange, red and to a rich brown.
No change, and continuous change. One tames the soul, bores it, shackles it to the routine life. The other, unsettles the soul, leaving it disjointed from the earth.
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| 5:11 AM
Didnt get to blog for quite a couple of days and am torn between the deliriousness of the irresponisibility I was enjoying and the addcitive need for me to write. And I really cant be bothered to write abt my 2 days wat my grandma's hse. ( Man, I didnt even get to use the excuse of going to m'sia for not doing my hmwk cox it was like, overused!! Ali, Yvonne, and JY I think.. Aiyoh..)
This door leads to the kitchen. I think it is made up by mostly wooden planks. how it manages to stand till now, I have no idea. Still, I love the harmonius colours.
This spider web is huuggeee. But it was the first time I have ever seen such a wed that big yet still undestroyed and well formed. Though it gives me the shivers but still. =)
A little lazy to upload more photos so I shall just type. Started to correspond with someone whose blog I found due to its intriguing title. It is kinda scary but still, someone whose entries I really feel for. Hmm.. This should be interesting ba.
Chingay preview tmr. I am so hoping Kim Wei will ask for a transfer back to sector 3.. And that I will get to be alongside T and Latifah. After attending the refresher, I realised that I am more comfortable cheering with ppl whom I met for that purporse. Being, I am not comfortable showing that part of me to certain people because I "outsourced" a diff part of me to them. It may not work out.
Stayed back and helped Genial with the poster. Jasmine, Bee, Dor and a couple of other ppl stayed too. Don't think we will hit the jackpot which is the $100 Swenson's voucher ( I may just kill for this). Sigh. I hope tmr will be fun. Suddenly everything in life seems trival. As if it is not worth it for me to worry about. Or precisely because of their trivality, and the need to worry, which makes life so.. so lacklustre.