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The bed is full of memories...

2007-11-09T00:10:00.000+08:00

If you think you're getting away
I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way
Boy, just come along
Hear me when I say
Hey!
- Murder On the Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Time to say Goodbye!

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Irony

2007-11-01T22:31:00.000+08:00

[That's not a mallot or a stick. Haha, it's a gavel]

I don't understand - well I don't understand a lot of things, but I seek to find the answers to them - why every one is so quick to judge.

I know I shouldn't be the one stating this question since I often judge people from my very first impressions of them. Well I have realised that it's important to get to know people first before coming to a conclusion about them. And, I have got to add, I'm saying this with lots of experience and honesty - cross my heart, no doubts about it.

The thing is, we can never come to a conclusive conclusion about someone unless we are that someone. Even so, some people take their whole life times just to find out who they really are on the inside. So effectively, it's difficult to come to a conclusion about a person. We can only learn about that person through that person's behaviour. That is what we call "judge". Though I personally think "judge" is much too serious a word to be used. Highly inappropriate. Hmmm... Its used too loosely.

I am not disturbed by any incidents through the past week or perhaps even the past year.

Look at it this way - I can't really change what I speak at home (English & Canto) and try as I might to accomodate, things are not going my way. Of course I don't mind getting to know all of you better and I am perfectly fine if I have to accomodate all of you, but as I said, things are not going my way. I don't want to have any hostilities between us and hence I am maintaining my polite behaviour towards everyone.

My results aren't fantastic and I know a large majority of you are quick to judge and hence condescend, but "experience" tells me that I should just ignore what's happening.

After all, we've got to live and let live. There's nothing which I have to prove to anyone except myself.

I suppose that neatly sums up what I've been thinking these few days.

A mid-summer night's horror

2007-11-01T20:50:00.001+08:00

Tsk.

I have to do 2 chinese essays by tonight. What a bother. Thank goodness I've finished my Physics assignment already. I guess I shan't be sleeping tonight since I'd like to complete my 2 essays plus finish up 2 or 3 more cmaps.

Till tomorrow I guess. Haha.

No penny for my thoughts...

2007-10-27T21:27:00.000+08:00

People often say that it's useless to study History because you can't really do much in life with History. It's not like Physics, which can help you gain admission into many university courses or jobs.

Well but is it really so?

People often ask me why I chose to study History instead of something more practical, say Geography (it's just an example). Besides liking History better, I realised that more importantly, History gives me a sense of humanity and teaches me how to empathise.
You know, that's not a quality which everyone has or has the ability to display.
Some people just don't have it (even if they do study history).

Thinking about what I've done this school year, I realised what a doofus I have been. Throughout the year, I've never failed to think that things will work themselves out in the end. For much too long, I have been taking my grades for granted and realisations come much too late. Certainly, there are people who are naturally intelligent and need not study much in order to get good grades. But my circumstances work against me in that aspect and so, I've got to work hard. I made so many silly decisions this year and many regrettable ones as well. I suppose they accelerated my maturity in a way or another. Still, I AM a doofus.

Here are my grades on display:
Biomedical Science - 64 (B4)
Chemistry - 66 (B3)
CID - 86 (A1)
HCL - 61 (B4)
History - 73 (A2)
Language Arts - 74 (A2)

-> This completely embarrasses me. I speak English (and Canto) at home since young!
Mathematics - 44 (E8)

-> This completely embarrasses my dad since he was a math pro at school during his days.
Physics - 48 (D7)
Singapore Studies - 65 (B3)

G.P.A = 2.6

-> To which my dad commented, "Chey! Just pass only!"
-> To which Peeko replied, "Okay already lah. Try harder!"

-> To which I continued eating my dinner.
Overall Average = 64.6%

Well, I can foresee that I shall have to be extremely hardworking in order to fulfill my goal/s next year. I suppose I shall work towards 7 As and 2 Bs. I would like to get into a Humanities programme, get a G.P.A of 3.5 and fly away ;)

There's no point in being sad, speaking of which I hardly brood over my results. Results will always be results.

Peeko's Tales

2007-10-25T21:49:00.000+08:00

I live a really boring life. I can guarantee you that my ma lives a much more interesting life than me. Her days are filled with plenty of mishaps waiting to happen.

Before I begin, let us now refer to my mother or my ma, as Peeko.
Why Peeko, you might ask due to your inquisitive nature.
Well well, my ma, no, Peeko, likes to peek at me when I'm doing my work. Also, Peeko [in every sense of the word], glances at me furtively every second or so. AND, Peeko has BIONIC EARS. Damn it, she can repeat the conversation I had whispering to my friend on my handphone in my room when she's sitting outside...

So now, guess what happened today?

I was using my computer, busy uploading songs into my ipod (yay I won it ;) when... PEEKO rushed into the room with handphone in hand, exclaiming out loud, "I CAN'T TYPE MY FRIEND'S NAME INTO MY HANDPHONE. WHY AH? HELP ME!".
Being a kind person (okay, I'm not exactly very kind, it's more of a I'm-her-daughter-and-I-forgot-to-pretend-to-be-asleep-so-I-gotta-help-her-kind-of-thing), I said, rather irritably, "What?".
After analysing her phone, I decided that her "problem" was nothing more than a case of bad english. Well, I mean her handphone's dictionary didn't have her friend's name so obviously it didn't appear.
Being the old nooblet that Peeko is, Peeko gave an extremely confused look when I handed her back the phone and explained the cause of her concern.
"What can I do?" Peeko asked. I told Peeko that she should try spelling out the word.

Now... Guess what Peeko did???

Peeko look gave me an uncertain look, then peered at her phone, and then - She did it!
SHE BEGAN TO SPEAK TO HER PHONE AND SPELL OUT HER FRIEND'S NAME...
"D-O-R..."
"What are you doing? Why are you spelling your friend's name out loud?!" I swear at this point in time I was extremely exasperated with her. I felt like bursting into laughter cos she was being a complete doofus! [HAHA]
Anyway, Peeko looked considerably confused and asked me what she should have done instead. I told her to type out the word and save it - finally the day was saved, thanks to me.

Peeko is extremely silly.

Kids These Days

2007-10-21T22:04:00.000+08:00

Kids these days sure seem to grow up fast. Well, I've got to make this clear - grow up fast in their own world that's constantly under influences from the media and such.

To say that they grow up fast would mean that they mature at a young age. Which is true to a certain extent because many young people seem to be involved in relationships (which of course require a certain level of maturity altogether). Then again, you think about it and you realise that these young people hardly have a clue as to what they're doing. To your horror, okay to MY horror, I realise that Hey! These kids don't know what's going on in the world. They don't read, they're not knowledgable, they're... GASP. Bimbos & Himbos! Mind you, even my usually retarded ma agreed with me when I said that most teenagers don't know what's going on. And my still retarded ma reads the papers even though she is thoroughly capable of mixing countries up.

Pardon me, I am just being reflective. I do have my bimbotic moments as well, but that's rare, like really. And I'm just being Miss Smarty-Pantsy-Anal because I CANNOT STAND IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE SO IGNORANT ABOUT CURRENT AFFAIRS.

I don't know what teenagers nowadays are doing. I've been blog surfing and I've read a few blogs which seemed to have piqued my enthusiasm - that's why I'm actually staying up at 10:15pm typing this entry when I should be better off enjoying my beauty sleep which I so rightly deserve since I have so many pimples on my face and I have a long school day ahead of me tomorrow.

[That's besides the point, and that sentence was extremely run-on]

Moving onto what I was typing just so, after blog surfing, I realise that... Okay, I observed and concluded that many teenagers are turning into bimbos and himbos. Not that they have the looks nor the goods of one.

It's like the world revolves around them. It's shocking how they know about the latest trends yet have no clue whatsoever about what's happening around the world.

I bet what they do know is the cliched stereotypes which we have become so familiar with. Example: People in Africa are very poor. They are ALL poor and have NOTHING to eat, so we cannot waste our food.
Which is true to a certain extent but hello, South Africa is a rich country (diamonds, DIAMONDS!). So, take that.

In their beloved blogs, we read about their oohing and ahhings about skinny jeans; their rants about the boyfriend/girlfriend; their loves or about how emo they are; their classmates... The list just goes on. They seem to use lots of swear words and I'm damned right by saying that so many of them are emo kids. Lol, the way they write, it's like their lives are one huge melodramatic soap series. Oh gosh, EMO! [In one of the blogs I came across, one of them wrote "to be happy" under a wishlist.]

Well well, won't deny I was once an emo kid but I realised that life's not that bad. It's pretty good. I mean the fact that they have access to a computer is good news indeed. The fact that they could actually rant about their food tasting horrible is proof that they're living perfectly well lives because the aforementioned people in Africa are, once again, poor and have nothing to eat. I'm simply grateful I discovered strank-y and I am absolutely thankful for having read that book.

I wouldn't deny that my entries aren't exactly intelligent and that I'm nowhere near any standards. But I do feel a certain sense of responsibility to advocate the importance of reading the newspapers. Or at least, watch.

Come, let us engage ourselves in more worthwhile activities. Life has so much more to offer than just skinny jeans or "baby".

Kids these days... Really!

Red Cheeks

2007-10-21T13:25:00.000+08:00

Went to Sentosa with some people from 3A.

Okay, I didn't wanna go at first cos I'd rather sleep in.

Still, I woke up at about 8am and I called Grace for about 4 times. Someone was still sleeping like a pig until her ma picked up her house phone... I think I'd have to start calling her like 30 minutes before the time she's supposed to wake up. [DAMN YOU]

Anyhow, it threatened to rain when we got there but it turned real sunny later. We played some ball games with the $3.90 ball that Grace bought. I think we spent a lot of time in the water playing ball games. I've got to admit it was quite fun. I spent some time lying on the sand, which made me happy. [I'm a very easily contented girl okayyy]

Except that some people were really being a huge disgrace. And some retarded people forgot to bring their towel and extra clothes AND STILL WANTED TO BATHE...

I turned really red (rather, slightly burnt) and now I'm slighter darker than I used to be. I'm not supposed to let my parents know I went to Sentosa cos they'd kick up a fuss. My ma didn't find out but my dad suspected that I spent some time in the sun.

During lunch today, ma said, "Wah, now your face got rosy cheeks. Very nice. Makes you look healthy. Suddenly got rosy cheeks". She proceeded to look at me while I was uncomfortably eating my porridge. Then my dad said, "she went out in the sun, that's why". After my dad said that, I didn't say anything. My ma continued to watch me while she ate and completely thought nothing of my dad's words. Following which, my dad left the table and my ma said, "Did any of your friends say that you've got rosy cheeks now? So nice". I ignored her and I was thinking how my ma could be such a silly woman.

Though I've got to agree with her that my rosy cheeks are nice :P

Retarded Mothers

2007-10-19T10:27:00.000+08:00

LOL. I think my MA looks retarded here. Whatever. HAHAHA.

Anyway, this is how our phone conversation went a few days ago...

Ma: Got back any results? Fail anything?
Me: I failed maths. I told you already.
Ma: *giggles* Maths ah? Fail ah? *giggles*
Me: Ya, why are you laughing?
Ma: *ignores question and continues to giggle* You're the only who failed in class? *giggles somemore*
Me: Yes.
Ma: *giggles* SO CUTE! *giggles* Only one who failed in class. *giggles somemore*
Me: *exasperated* What's so cute about that?!
Ma: *giggles again* No lah, just very cute. Failed maths. *giggles*
Me: *annoyed* Okay, bye.
Ma: *giggles* Byebye.

My Dog Growls When I Blow at Her

2007-10-18T20:45:00.000+08:00

Amber growls when I blow at her. I think it's so cute that I just wanna disturb her repeatedly.

I feel happy - I've been getting my beauty sleep! Feels great. My complexion is improving already! Sleep is really essential for good, clear skin. For 3 damned years, I've been plagued with evil red dots or lumps all over my face. Can't stand it.

HOW WOULD YOU FEEL WHEN YOU SEE YOUR FACE FILLED WITH PIMPLES AND SCARS, WHILE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS HAVE NICE CLEAR SKIN? HMM? FOR 3 YEARS YOU'RE TORTURED BY ANGRY LITTLE RED MEN!?

For those of you who have no idea why I'm so agitated about my skin, I guess you just won't ever understand the pain of having acne. It's useless saying that it'll be gone someday because we all live for the moment.

People (especially those skincare promoters in the beauty stores) always naturally assume that I don't take care of my skin and that I often sleep without washing my face. Fact is, I keep it as clean as I can - washing it twice a day and cleaning it with toner while applying pimple cream before I sleep. Hello, I do that religiously every day and every night. Much better than people who don't wash their face with facial foams at all right?!

I just can't do anything since these little communists like my face so much. PFF.

Do Not Press the Panic Button

2007-10-15T22:52:00.000+08:00

[Irrelevant photo I know. I just couldn't resist not posting this dumb photo. Why? 'Cos I need to remind all of you that I'm a retarded girl.]

My panic button just went on and it keeps ringing I tell you.

DAMN IT. I'm seriously freeeeaking out.

The dumb cmap's taking a horrendous time to load and damn it, I need to submit my cmap assignment and it's already 10:55pm when I'm supposed to finish it by 11:59pm tonight.

DAMN IT.

URGH!

Okay, so while I'm waiting PATIENTLY for the damned thing to be done (mind you, I've waited for an hour and it's only 67% done), I hear Rihanna asking me to shut up and drive.

Okay, I lied. Wasn't 1 hour. Whatever. Blame my mum for my tendency to exaggerate sometimes. Well I got my most un-necessary genes from her. Pfffffffft.

Well, why don't you DRIVE MY DAMNED COM QUICKLY.

URGH. URGH!

...

OKAY. RELAX. I can feel the fingers slowly releasing my button already. On a lighter note, I'm gonna get back my beloved FoOF tomorrow and whee comes my picture. Okay, I've got loads of stuff to be glad about (not my results though). Okay, I gotta stay cool. 77%.

Good.

Weighty Issues

2007-10-07T22:40:00.000+08:00

I say I weigh 54kg. And I'm not joking. For a girl standing at 1.62m, 54kg is normal - NOT. Unless you call normal having a belly that's about a month preggers.

Well well, here's Ariel saying "Byebye" to Tummy. You're out.

Anyway, our youth is supposedly the best times of our life. Obviously I wanna look youthful and vibrant during this wonderful time of giggles, shopping and just girly girl stuff. I AM SO NOT GONNA LET MY DAMNED TUMMY GET HOLD OF MY FASHION CHOICES.

Hell, no.

Don't Look At Me!

2007-10-06T21:47:00.000+08:00

Don't you think he screams "Don't Look At Me", or I'll shoot?

Hoohoo. Love the picture! *hearts*

Anyway, dickhead and I are gonna LOOK at him tomorrow and there's no way he could shoot. Yay ;)

Tummy Talks

2007-10-06T14:05:00.000+08:00

Hi! I'm Ariel's Tummy. Not just any other tummy, but Tummy! With a T.

Anyhow, I felt greatly disappointed when Ariel decided that she didn't want a cute, lovable and round little pot-belly tummy like me, Tummy! Apparently, it was no thanks to that stupid article on "Bigger waists = Higher Risk of Heart Disease" which she read during her CID 3 Paper [What the hell's CID anyway, for aspiring policewomen or policemen? Well that sure explains it - policewomen and policemen have no need for tummies like me. We are the products of over-indulgence :]

That article mentioned that my flatter cousins are better than large ones like me.

Hmppf. What do they know? As far as I'm concerned, Ariel likes pinching the many layers of me :D

Then again, not anymore.

Well well, since there's nothing I can do AGAINST my owner, I suppose I should just relish the few moments left with her.

Parting is such sorrow...

Matching Pipes

2007-09-25T18:56:00.000+08:00

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Teeheehee ;)

2007-09-30T19:11:00.000+08:00

Tee Hee Hee ;)

I can't wait for the exams to be over. Dickhead will come to my house on Friday and we'll watch Flags of Our Fathers together! Whee! And we can go crazy over the movie... Tee Hee Hee! After that, we'll meet EL for lunch/dinner at Din Tai Fung.

Grey Sky Morning

2007-09-22T08:56:00.000+08:00

Today's a grey sky morning. But not me. Hehe.

I feel quite guilty because everyone (at this point of time - it's 9am by the way) is either sleeping or STUDYING. Hurhur.

While I'm sitting in front of my computer and smiling. Lol. Will study later of course.

Take a look at that photo will you? Look at the flasher behind me, in her younger days when she didn't start flashing full-time yet... Those were really the days...

A Business Deal... Clinched!

2007-09-20T20:53:00.000+08:00

Today, I had the most important meeting of the week. It went something like this...

Me: Hi, good afternoon/evening. It's a fantastic day, wouldn't you agree? Now regarding my proposal, what do you think of it?
Business partner: I've read through your proposal and I think we seem to be having some communication problems.
Me: Oh dear, that's not too good. What can I do to make our deal successful?
Business partner: I would suggest somewhere quiet, peaceful, preferably air-conditioned and most of all, CLEAN.
Me: Do you have any place in mind? Hmm wait, I think a shopping centre, or a hotel, or even my home would do fine :)
Business partner: Alright, let's go have our meeting at one of these places then. We must go to the nearest place which you suggested. I cannot bear with it anymore, and I need to be comfortable.

We reach the venue. We start our discussions. Me and my business partner have a few disagreements here and there but everything turned out okay eventually.

In the end, my business partner thought the meeting was absolutely successful and so I managed to clinch a business deal (yet again!). We solved our communication problems smoothly and everything was excreted out well enough for my partner to be satisfied. My business partner was happy and declared that the venue was well chosen and of course, CLEAN. Whee!

I'm a successful business person and even dickhead would be proud of me. Haha :D

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

2007-09-18T20:08:00.000+08:00

Scene 1
A really cute guy: Let me see your hand.
You: Why?
Cute guy: Just let me take a look.
*You give your hand and throw him a look of suspicion. You're thinking - just what is this guy up to?*
Cute guy: Okay, now (takes your hand into his and holds it) there's this duck here (brings your hand forward) and a lake here (extends your hand even more) and how's the duck going to cross it?
*Your heart skips a beat*
You: Hmm (takes a wild guess and moves hands in an awkward manner), I don't know.
*OMG. Did _________ (insert cute guy's name) just hold my hand?! OMG?!*
Cute guy: Want the answer?
You: Yeah, okay.
*OMG. He's holding my hand! And what's the damned answer, really!*
Cute guy: Oh, actually I don't know the answer as well. I just wanted to hold your hand.
You: *OMG! OMG! OMG!*

The cute guy's now replaced by a hideous looking fellow.

Scene 2
A hideous guy: Let me see your hand.
You: Why?
*I hope nothing icky's gonna happen to me. ________ (insert Hideous guy's name) is quite, erm...*
Hideous guy: Just let me take a look.
*He grins like an idiot*
*You give your hand and throw him a look of suspicion. You're thinking - just what is this weirdo up to?!*
Hideous guy: Okay, now (takes your hand into his and holds it) there's this duck here (brings your hand forward) and a lake here (extends your hand even more) and how's the duck going to cross it?
*OMG. Did he just hold my hand? EWW! Now I've gotta wash it real clean later.*
You: Hmm (takes a wild guess and moves hands in an awkward manner), I don't know.
*I hope he can let go of my hand right now and tell me the answer.............*
Hideous guy: Want the answer?
You: Yeah, okay.
*OMG. Just tell me the answer and let go of my hand. I'm impure now because you held my hand! URGH.*
Hideous guy: Oh, actually I don't know the answer as well. I just wanted to hold your hand.
You: *You're speechless.......... OMG... EWW!!!!!*

Usually, it's not what that is being said or done, but rather who says it.

Looks don't matter? It does, to a certain extent and unless we're saints, we can't say for sure that looks don't matter.

Well don't get me wrong - I don't think ugly people should commit suicide or wallow in self-pity. Everyone has their own perception of beauty, so there will be someone who takes a liking to those people whom we find undesirable. Anyway, with the world being so advanced and all, everyone and anyone can give themselves a makeover.

Well well, I'm not saying that we should judge others based on the way they look. Given our intelligence, we're not as dumb or superficial as to judge our pals by the way they look, unless we're called Paris Hilton.

It's just that there's just nothing such as "looks don't matter"; we all know that it does and we better stop acting the saint and denying that. Haha, because deep down inside us, we know it does (even if we REFUSE to acknowledge that ;) I bet most girls fantasize about ending up with some cute or hot guy.

Everyone has the right to choose. So there, this isn't about being shallow or superficial.
[You choose someone based on their qualities as well what! Unless you're some bimbo or himbo]
Unfortunately, it's just -to put it euphemistically, as some would say- part of nature and of course, natural selection. Can't help it, can't stop it but don't condemn it.

Water

2007-09-16T21:23:00.001+08:00

Everyone thinks that I drink lots of water. Well that's true, but only in school. I hardly ever drink water at home nowadays. Usually I'm just cooped up in my own room without a single glass of water. When I finally do, I jug a few glasses down and I go back into my room. Or, my mum will bring a glass of water for me.

And I keep peeing! In school, at home, it doesn't matter! I keep peeing. And I hate flushing the toilets I tell you. Such a waste of water. I flush school toilets though, only because it's not my own toilet.

I suppose if we all don't flush toilets after we pee, we could save a little money (and a considerable amount of water for me, since I pee very often)...

Yes, that's my own warped theory there. Anyhow, if you do come to house, it's okay if you don't flush. If I used the toilet before you (which I probably did and you probably won't know), it's very likely I didn't flush either, and you won't know :D

Eragon & PDA

2006-12-17T19:20:00.000+08:00

This post is about Eragon - the movie & those shamless-kissing-and-hugging people you call teenagers-in-love dated 17th December!

After mass today, went out with Grace to watch Eragon, using her FREE tickets :D Hohoho, I just saved $9.50*.
*$9.50 is a lot of money considering that I'm a broke fart.

Eragon was quite a nice movie. Not exactly thrilling but the scenery was great and there were some nice moments. I particularly enjoyed the part where Eragon learns the magic words to cast spells. Brum (sp?) taught him the magic words for tree branches and other items found in nature. Well, in the chinese subtitles, the magic word for branch was "树枝". There's one part whereby Eragon puts his new found knowledge to good use, killing an evil, fat and bald man simply by uttering the magic words, which appeared to be 树枝, according to the subtitles. That part was soooo damn funny. Grace & I were giggling non-stop like goons. Can you imagine killing anyone just by saying chinese phrases? Our HCL teachers would be proud! I enjoyed laughing at those fat bald men. They look like they haven't bathed for years! And we were saying that fat bald men always get casted as butchers or evil henchmen. Tsktsk.

We walked around Marina but there wasn't much to see. It was also very crowded with people, teens and anyone you could call humans. Apparently these humans were fascinated by the purple baubles and balls hanging from the ceiling in the centre court. Despite loads of people, I managed to spot a pair of brown roxy shorts and a roxy wallet which I like. The wallet's very vintage and I LIKE VINTAGE STUFF :)

On the train ride home, I have to complain about those shameless public-kissing-and-caressing humans you call teenagers expressing their love. There were two couples on the carriage we were in. One of them was this really weird looking female who kept caressing her guy and kept kissing him. Well, it's not that sort of heck-care "I-don't-give-a-damn-who's-around" sort of kiss. Rather, it was the attention-seeking "I-want-everyone-to-see-me-smooch-with-my-boyfriend-and-feel-jealous" sort of kiss. How do I know? Well that female kept looking around when she kissed the guy and she had this smug look on her face. Give the female a "shameless" award already. And at the same time, give her a 丑怪物 award because she & her boyfriend were B.A.L.I.A! The other couple was simply sprawling on the MRT seats as though they owned the place.

It's these people that give teenagers a bad name.

Gotta read te shi. I guess I'll say to myself "happy reading".

RIGHT... I'm going town with Andrea tomorrow. Yay! :D Been so long. I wanna go forever21, topshop and basically just look around for nice clothes. Hehe :)

Examinations

2007-09-15T21:34:00.000+08:00

The End of the Year Exams are coming, so I guess everyone is studying hard. G'luck then :) Cross our fingers for luck.

Delirious!

2007-09-10T19:21:00.000+08:00

Grace and Veron are pitiful for having to tolerate my sudden outburst of giggles and grins in class.

Then again, they are lucky because I think they enjoy the free entertainment they get. They get to watch comedy without switching on their TV set and wasting electricity bills. (If the flasher or dick leejz is reading, kindly expose your thoughts in a constructive manner at my tagboard, or secrete some "wise" juices at my tagboard respectively :)

Haha, I'm delirious ;)

Yay!

Flags of Our Fathers

2007-09-08T18:31:00.000+08:00

As a history student, I learnt about the Battle of Iwo Jima, and the number of casualties and deaths that it caused.

But when death is simply replaced by numbers, with no memory attached to it, or the slightest mention of who the deceased is and what kind of a person the deceased is, death is yet again, something normal; something which will happen to every one of us at a certain point in our lives. The death tolls don't strike us badly. At most, we'll just think "oh, so many people died" and feel sorry for these people for a moment or two.

Yes, just like that. I guess the phrase "comfort in numbers" does apply in a way or two here.

As I read the book, Flags of Our Fathers, I supposedly went through what these Marines endured. Of course, neither the physical treatment nor the emotional depth nor the brutality of it all. It was just the process. I teared when someone died, and feared for them as well, wondering what would happen next.

And then there were moments which I laughed, because it was funny. Happy, light-hearted moments.

Reading the last few pages, I began to cry. I sat down in my toilet (yes I was reading in my toilet because I wanted privacy) and as I moved on from word to word, my tears came - naturally. It just came and before long, I was crying.

The emotional impact which the author meant to create in the reader hit me. I was utterly touched by the story, and saddened by the massive impact on normal lives world war two caused. These effects affect people tremendously, and it's not a matter of adjusting to their new lives. Some people never manage to adjust to their new lives and they die in the process without achieving anything; dying with so much hurt and emotion trapped in their souls. It's a sad, bleak life and it makes you understand that there are some things in life we just cannot control - like the occurrence of events such as war which change your life completely.

These stories never fail to make me think that there's a limit to what we can do and what we can exert control over, despite being given our powers as intelligent beings at the top of Darwin's evolutionary ladder. And this very realisation makes me accept the small role that we play in life's great drama.

I am amazed by books and the effects which they cause. Despite talks about e-books and all, I still think the book will still exist in many many years to come. Flipping the pages of a book, bending it when you're worried for the character, hugging it when you need comfort - these are actions which cannot be repeated with an e-book.

I really love Flags of Our Fathers. It honestly blew me away.

Change of Job

2007-09-09T12:14:00.000+08:00

Today's the last day of the September holidays. The holidays felt longer than they really were. Probably because I've staying at home most of the time doing nothing.

Anyway, I suppose I have been slacking too much for my own good. My days as a full-time slacker, part-time student is over. I shall start serious, full-time studying today.

Okay, I hardly convince myself. But my future's waiting for me out there :)

Okay, I think I'm more convinced. Haha. I am funny. Okay, I honestly shall start to treat my studies seriously.

Bored.

2007-09-07T20:43:00.000+08:00

I'm really really bored to tears. And I'm listening to Paris Hilton's song right now. LOL.