It’s just me.

CLAO exam falls on Halloween. Good or bad? It certainly spells great fortune for me though, since I’d managed to complete a 500-word long chinese essay in less than one and a half hour for the first time in my life this morning in the examination hall! Hope of passing (for the first time) is high =D

Mrs Ho left us officially, after a speech. I was attentive throughout the session, trying to get at every single word she says. An inspiring and caring educator, famous for her yin shui si yuan value and for being a ‘construction’ principal, whose departure is at the loss of NYJC. But well, her spirit is always here to stay, in my heart at least. Never ever gonna forget her words of determination, confidence and perseverence. In any case, we should look forward to a bright future (hopefully) of our college under the leadership of erm.. the former principal of PJ! (sigh…) Alright, we got to have faith in our college, yah?

Auroral activity hits extreme conditions at 10/10 whilst I’m blogging right now. Sure feels like a thousand knives stabbing to learn that such rare and magnificant light displays are roaring on, and you can’t do a damn shit about it? Perhaps only the likes will understand…

I’m getting bored of the daily papers. Hurricanes, quakes, avian influenza, politics. It’s always the same old chunk of news, running like episodes of serial drama, evolving around the lives of lead characters. Nothing new.

Can’t they produce something more pleasant to read about?

Flipping through sheets of reported happenings, those devastating pictures of disaster, those agonising images of people suffering. They no longer pull at my heart’s strings. My sympathy for them, seriously, are already numbed. Those accounts of immoral acts and injustice. They no longer make me feel the urge to join the force of crusaders. Like I said, they’re nothing new.

Man… where has my compassionate heart gone…

Could I possibly have gained some bit of enlightenment about life? Or is it simply because I’m turning cold-blooded? I see it more like a natural phenomenon, that man adpats accordingly to his surroundings, especially when social outlaws are so much on the loose. Again, justifying the statement in the last entry.

In any case, I still hope for peace until the day finally arrives, so that the papers won’t be so gloomy anymore!

I’m simply amazed at how adaptable we are to the influences around us.

Finally got to watch A Species Odyssey, the one on CNA. It left me pretty much eccentric for the rest of the day. Couldn’t think right, or perhaps, the way I used to.

The documentary’s a narration of man’s genisis. And it had me contemplating. There was only one purpose for the sapiens back then; to survive. Looking forth to the present, what’s my purpose in life, then? So why do I live for? Hence the musing state of mind. It’s no longer relevant to say, I live for ‘us’.

Things happening around me became so minute all of a sudden. Well, perhaps I’m really pondering too much for my own good in the coming future. Life now is a rolling script of drama. There’s just no room for such cogitative thoughts. During the holidays perhaps?

In need of seeking back my direction…

Even the most authentic ramen in town (at Ramen Ramen Singapore) is still no challenger to the one I had in Kyoto, Japan. Don’t tell me I’ve got to fly thousands of miles away from home to satisfy my crave. Sigh.

Silent prayer.

It’s necessary, I reckon.
This is the price you just have got to pay for having set your mind on a matter that simply cannot be known to the people around you. Yes.

Till I’m a little more settled, and my thoughts are clear, I should continue silently praying…

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The cat was almost let out of the bag…

close shave…

As the song played on over and over, stuff just kept tumbling into mind, and out. A song I don’t seem to get sick of. Matters, that seem to lurk in the stomach and won’t move away. Feels terrible to be preoccupied. Really. Just how am I supposed to address the questions I pose, to myself? Oh well. I can never understand my thoughts…

Chose to spend a boring saturday.

Amazed cousin yet again with a game’s score she could only dream of getting, for now, at the least.

Fiddled with sis’ jigsaw puzzle, and now it’s more than half done.

Its back on the com for the rest of the time, with the same song running over the player as I sat on and day-dreamed (my favourite pastime) about.. stuff.

Feeling quirky. Teresa, help!! hahaz…

I think, I ought to give myself a pat on the shoulder for being such a daring freak as to try my first time with squash at a competition, despite losing with a near ‘perfect’ score of 0-9, 0-9 and 1-9. But you see, I don’t really have a choice…

You bet, the many pairs of eyes fixed on you while you struggle to even save a service by the squash team’s captain wouldn’t have made anyone feel at all nice.

But it sure was sensational when you finally get him down once, just that once, to earn yourself a point, and you have the whole audience celebrating for you.

Still, I felt my interior flushed with discomfiture throughout the game… …yea

In any case, it’s a heartfelt gratitude towards Zhiliang for lending his shoes, and Darren for his racket. Not forgeting, too, Justin of course, for all of your guidance and support.. hahz. Thanks guys =D

The three musketeers were at the movies yesterday. Err.. do you mean Porthos, Athos and Aramis? Well, it’s more like Jon, KE and I..hahz. Yea.. Corspe Bride. To think Tim Burton and team could come up with such a silly plot like this. But still, the storyline was good ^_^ Thought the gothic approach to the pictures was really fascinating, especially the characters design!

It sure was a lovely night for us trio doing some catching ups on one anothers’ lives. KE was in such a state of shock and disbelief having observed that I have grown even taller. Have I? I don’t think so you know, KE. Hahz..must be time for a check-up on your vision.

One thing’s for sure, you don’t have to experience how Akon was feeling then when he created his songs to appreciate them. I’m just so addicted to “Mr Lonely”.

Okies.. hold your breath folks…

How about having someone who’s born on the same year, same date, at the same hospital, as your classmate who happens to be your PW team mate too? Someone.. you could’ve met the moment you’re born, only to meet each other again seventeen years later. It’s freakish, okay.

It’s truly amazing having you in my life.. just so amazing..

Promos’ over..WooooO
Had the last paper today. Don’t wish to talk about it, since it’s all about fun now!! =D Got home, washed up, and sped down to Takashimaya with Pillai. Yea we’re on a shopping spree at kinokuniya (with the $30 voucher), but still, despite the free $30 off the bills, we purchased nothing..hahaz. Saw Kelly at the food court, with her bf i suppose. Hmm she looks.. special? Yea thought herfacial appearance was quite outstanding. Then we hurried off to catch bus 16 to the Singapore Indoor Stadium after a quick dinner at mc donald’s.
And we came to realise, with pretty much of a dread that we actually arrived an hour before michael buble’s concert.
The show didn’t start till 8.30pm, which was half an hour later than scheduled, thanks to those slow streamers. Overall, the concert was.. a wow. Mind you, he can sing michael jackson and maroon 5’s works pretty well. Certainly brought to the audience loads of entertainment and laughter with his more often than occasional antics and jokes, which isn’t really quite what I had expected at a jazz concert. Okie, so that’s a great deal of change in stereotyping.. jazz and jokes go hand in hand.. hahaz.
Some amazing stuff I learned from this jazzy experience at kallang. That middle aged parents who appear to be the ever so respected adults of their kiddos, however calm their composure may have always seemed, as a matter of fact, do scream at the sight of their idols. Alright, let’s not forget those who attempt to, or actually do, squeeze their idols’ asses. Oh well.. that’s probably their unique way of saying “I love you, (whoever that is)!!”
Reached home at eleven.. and now i’m blogging away. Ending soon.. left just a little bit more to go… The End