and after weeks of silence, I say

Merry Christmas, you guys. (:

A WILD SNORLAX APPEARED

Hello guys! It's been a while. I apologize for this sudden unannounced hiatus but I have been struck down by this great bout of lazyness. Its a bit odd; I don't really think I'm depressed, and I don't think this complete lack of motivation to do anything but sleep really stems from anything. I think I'm just really, truly, 100% becoming very lazy.

It's quite interesting actually. I think this lack of motivation to do anything kind of stems from being bloody tired of trying to live up for other people. I've been pushing myself to do things for others, but not really doing anything for fun. I mean, I've even kind of lost interest in photography (I think especially because I get called up to do the most inanely boring and stupid events).

So, in a little effort to try and stop being a doormat, I have returned to blogging! Hooray. This actually seems a bit sad actually, because as much as I smile and laugh with others outside the virtual world, when I get home and I sit by myself in front of my work, I suddenly feel so damn pointless. That is ironic though, because I feel overused in other things. To have purpose or no purpose? That should be the question.

But feeling pointless makes you pointless, so in order to avoid pointlessness, I shall make a point. What that point is I have no idea as of yet, but I am feeling pretty good right now blogging instead of wasting my time trawling facebook or staring blankly at a textbook. Its a small rebellion against stoning via surfing, and its not as productive an activity as I would logically like, but it will do.

Life hasn't been all that interesting for me to blog about, even though I am in the midst of preparing for the incredible lit/GP combined London trip. I'm leaving next week, and I haven't packed my day-pack, although I have finished getting my mother's approval for my suitcase contents. Unfortunately, my mother threw out half my wardrobe in the process, declaring that if I got any more scruffy clothes, she may abandon me in some street corner in a bid to pass me off as a homeless savage.

JOLLY GOOD

Imma heading off to London on the lit/GP combined trip.
>:3

Ridiculous time wasting!

Hello everyone! Its been a while, and I'm not too sure if anyone still comes here anymore, but hey, its good to be rid of promos. Thank you everyone for your concern, and yes, I am a lot happier now. (: I am a lot less angry, a lot less depressed and a lot less attention-seeking. With any luck, I'll stay that way till at least next year. I want to do so many things now- I want to explore, to create, to learn and to experience. I want to do something big like have my very own kitchen photoshoot, and maybe do something crazy like go to somewhere near on an impromptu trip, maybe somewhere like Cameron Highlands or Bintan or maybe even Jakarta just for the heck of it. Perhaps a day-trip to KL, to shoot some real streets, or maybe even just across the causeway to eat durians and feel vaguely threatened because there are actual robbers there. I dont know yet.

Seeing as I'm not really full of experiences to blog about yet, I'll post my post-promos to do list here. Lets see if I can get through some of them before January comes rolling around.

1. Kitchen photoshoot. With real light diffusers and remote-controlled flash borrowed from the SAJC photog society. Objective: Get that wonderful photo for my parent's 50th birthday, and get used to studio photography.
2. Go Kayaking.
3. Build a sculpture out of aluminum cans. Crushing them does not count.
4. Go to Pulau Ubin. Be a child of the tropics once again.
5. Fly a kite at the Marina Barrage. Make and design own kite beforehand.
6. Watch The Lord Of The Rings and Dily's place. Try not to die from sitting still for 10 hours.
7. Eat eggs with non-veggie obsessed friends while veggie-obsessed friends go to veggieburger.
8. Shoot at the riverside one night, perhaps with a tripod.
9. Plan awesome photographic society chalet and field trips.
10. Go cycling/to the beach.
11. Eat souffle baked by other people.
12. Plan awesome webshow - to be done with Dilys.
13. Meet up with all the awesome SCGS people whom I miss very much - planning underway with Shun Jing.
14. Complete a 1000 piece jigsaw.
15. Plan grand post A-levels Europe trip.
16. Read more classic books. Become smarter.
17. Train for upcoming 2nd Dan blackbelt grading. Get Official coaching license.
18. Sleepovers?
19. Learn how to play the harmonica.
20. Try some serious shirt design.
21. Sleep more.
22. Beef up photography portfolio.
23. Plan a charity project for the photographic society to undertake.
24. Improve spelling.
25. Beat bejewled scores on facebook.
26. Try some film photography.
27. Clean room.
28. Go birding with my father.
29. Learn how to avoid being put in a dress.
30. Have fun.

WAVIN' YOUR FLAG

THEY CALL ME FREEDOM
JUST LIKE WHEN PROMOS END

SO NOW I CAN SLACK
SO NOW I CAN SLACK
SO NOW I CAN-

Thinking.

To think is to know, to know is to understand, and to understand is to embrace. I hate this slump that I've been in permanently since June, and honestly, every time I tell myself its getting old, it gets worse. I feel lost, adrift at sea, and when I do come to shore, its to do things that I have to do, not that I want to do. I can't bring myself to feel interested in much anymore, and honestly, I think thats the saddest part of it all. I just want to have some time to myself, away from the responsibilities and expectations that continuously nip at my heels, aways from the irritating rat race we all run with its persistently pounding pop music and material fantasies. I want to just sit somewhere and just enjoy the fact that I'm there, not because I have to do something. I want to just be able to breathe on a hot glaring day and roast my skin off, to feel that yes, I belong here, and yes, nothing will ever change.

The probability of that happening is near zero though. At least for the next three weeks or so.

Lets get this over with, promos.

Tis that time of year again

Where we stress, mug and generally get thumped around by exams.

Then we stop and think a while, and then we realize that theres more to life than tests.



Its about us too.

The human voice

This made me smile, and touched something in me that hasn't seen the light of day for a while.

I would love to do something like this.

I will hopefully be more coherent and reflect on this more tomorrow. Its back to the books for now.

This is why I wished I took arts

HISTORYYYYYYYYYYYYY <3

SHAM I TAG YOU HERE UNDER THE AWESOME VIDEO. HAPPY NOW? XD

SCGS?

Is no longer the SCGS that I knew and loved.

Goodbye, alma mater. You have become something that I am no longer part of, and I hope you will still shine in a way that I can be proud.


Its a bit sad, its a bit shocking, and its a bit distressing, but theres nothing that I can do about it. It is time to lay the past to rest and move on.

Hello Hello

Meet Extra the cat. She was a special visitor to the darkroom recently, and she is very cute. She is so adorable that she deserves a post of her own. So there.

Goodbyes are not forever

They're just the filler for time till we say "hello" again.

151st post! :O

To Lesley: This is another wonderful example of stop-motion... makes me ALMOST want to buy an Olympus Pen. :P



Late post is insanely late. I actually started on this post about last week, but then a bunch things came and rolled over me. Ah well. So I deleted whatever I had written previously, and yeah. heres the 151st post vr 2!

Thank you to all those who gave me support via my tagboard! Im much better now, thank you. I'm a lot less angry, and am currently a lot happier. I guess its just growing pains. People are coming and going, and its been a bit tiring trying to keep to to a pace in life that I despised. But theres not much point whining about it, so I'll just leave those thoughts to rot and move on.

I'm now 17. I don't feel older, nor do I feel wiser, but I do think I've changed. I think a lot more about people and less about situations, and I have come to take pride in my leadership, and not just wear it as a badge or burden. I think I'm coming to terms as having a role in my society, and not just a passerby who criticizes the deplorable state the world is in now. I'm involved and I can do something; its just that having the superhero syndrome of wanting to change the world is not always a good thing.

Perhaps I am starting to understand what it means to grow up. Perhaps Im just a bit dazed tonight. Its strange, to think about yourself. To think of yourself in relation to others, to feel like your connected and yet your not. I want to talk philosophy, and yet I want to speak of carefree nothings at the same time too. Contradictions.

I know this post seems a bit emo still, but I already post my brainlessly happy things on facebook, and I just want a space to be quiet and muse for a while.

Perhaps I should take off that tagboard. Its a bit odd to have answers to rhetorical questions.

I've found what I've been looking for

I wanted time to myself, to do what I wanted, when I wanted, and where I wanted.

Selfish I know, but we all need to be alone sometimes.

Okay, so I am tired.

And I've been a complete ass about life. My duties will not wait for me. I have a job to do. People are depending on me. Get up and go Jac, moping does nothing for you besides waste time.

What if

Life's been a bit strange lately. I've been a bit strange lately. I haven't really been able to express myself anymore... through my work, through photography, through anything. I'm drowning in my studies; Ive lost the will to strive. I have responsibilities, duties and friends but most of them feel superficial and fake, and I dont really want to burden my proper friends with complaints because I know that most of my problems are trivial and not really worth the trouble, but I still feel down.

Its hard to keep smiling all the time. My smile slips off my face like a bar of soap, and then I suddenly feel like an animal all over again, like back in the days where I didn't interact with anyone besides my family, because I didn't know how. Its hard to joke, its hard to laugh, its especially painful when I have to learn how to have physical contact with others because I sometimes feel just so inadequate and shy, so anything beyond my awkward pat on the shoulder or back makes me feel so intrusive and alien. People say Im cold that way. I cant spontaneously hug people, or provide great emotional support, or even read moods very well. When I act its usually entirely by accident, by instinct or because someone told me to; I haven't made a conscious emotional decision in a long time. I could talk with you, but hugging people properly is just such a foreign concept to me its scary. I guess I feel a bit lost. I want to be there for people, yet Im scared that Im not deserving or not good enough, or I feel like I sometimes have no right to intrude at all.

Actions speak louder than words, you know, and sometimes just a simple movement just screams at me. I have all these wonderful people in my life that give support and encouragement, but I just cant seem to give back. All I can do is talk.

I feel a bit cut off, but thats okay I guess. Im just so afraid of losing my humanity. Why is it Im a stranger in my own home?

I think I kind of know where I belong now, in the order of things. I may not really fit in class, and I'm not exactly your most approachable person around. I fail in life generally as a girl, and I can't seem to ever be consistent as a person anymore.

But I do know where I stand in my new CCA family, and I know what to do with my skills.

Thank you, SAJC photography, for making me your president. I shall do my best for you, because now I know where I belong once again.

You know what;

Heck with it, I'm going to upload some of my china shots here. Chemistry, I'm ignoring you!

& so I've been writing.

Hahaha, I know I'm supposed to post my reflections about China and Bali here, but I'm far too lazy to go and do it. So instead, I will post my slipshot article about "Why comic books can be considered as lit" that I did for SAJC's lit board. The funny thing is that I don't even take lit. OH GOD MY BRAIN FEELS SO DEAD.

To the lit people who read my blog, please don't slaughter me. I know my writing skills have become really quite terrible (the curse of the science fac!) and by right I currently know very little about lit beyond what we learned in sec school. I would be pleased to know your views on this piece should you actually bother to read it through, so yes, please crit as much as you like. The more comments, the merrier.

Graphic novels as literature

Graphic novels, or better known as comic books to you and me, are not exactly the most sophisticated kind of literature that you would pick up from your local bookstore. Printed on glossy pages with overly-muscular superheroes smashing the brains out of unfortunate supervillians, comic books look like the stuff made by and for the lovers of graphic violence.

Oh wait. Did I just call graphic novels a form of literature?

No, I'm not going to apologise. Nor am I going to correct myself. Graphic novels are rapidly being appreciated as a form of literature, even though they are not really true novels in that they have more graphics than text. So what if said graphics are usually decorated with exaggerated sound effects? That does not make the plot of the story any less deep. So what if people look disappointed when you tell them that no, you didn't read A Tale Of Two Cities but read The Batman instead? That mindset is starting to change. It may surprise the rest of the non-comic-geek world to find that Yes, there is some substance under the superheroes, and it's not made of Kryptonite.

Okay, so it may not be too much of a surprise. Anyone who's watched The Dark Knight would have realized that Batman was never really just a millionaire playboy who fought crime at night just for kicks. He had actually thought this whole superhero thing through, and his reason for keeping Gotham fairly villian-free wasn't just for charity. Batman fought for a reason, albeit a cheesy one (yes, I am aware that taking revenge for your dead parents has become exceedingly cheesy thanks to the over abundance of masked crusaders) , and he has real, difficult problems doing it. This was mentioned briefly in The Dark Knight, but it was never really explored as a theme. Bruce Wayne is not without a conscious ; he grapples with the moral issues that all lawmakers face. Is it right to take a life in the name of the law?

If it was, then Batman would have bumped off the Joker a long time ago. Yet he never does, even after the Joker continues killing more and more innocent civilians, even brutally disposing of the very first Robin. Batman beats himself up over this, but he still reasons with himself that if he did kill all his villains, he would be stooping to their level. So, he continues in his noble quest, letting himself get manipulated over and over again with various evil supervillians kidnapping civilians and loved ones, putting Batman in tighter and tighter spots. With each violent encounter, the man Bruce Wayne earns a new psychological scar, and the superhero batman become even more notorious in the city he protects. Surprisingly, some Graphic Novels do deal with a lot of soul-searching and philosophical mind games, just as much as any best-selling crime series or National Book Awardee. Which, incidentally, brings me on to my next point.

On October the 11th, 2006, something amazing happened. That was the day the National Books Foundation had announced the finalists for the National Books Foundation award, and one of the finalists for “Young People's Literature” was a Graphic Novel, American Born Chinese. It tells the story of a Chinese boy called Jin Wang, the son of Chinese immigrants, he struggles to fit in a predominately white school after moving from San Francisco's Chinatown to the suburbs. The boy's story is interwoven with the legend of the Monkey King, and a comical sitcom starring the buck-toothed Chinese stereotype cousin Chin Kee.

This incident was not without uproar. Writers across America slammed the decision: it was immediately labelled as “not a real book” and “not literature”. This was considered a bit strange by the rest of the authors across America, as American Born Chinese dealt with the issues of loneliness and isolation, which were common themes for this category, with an engaging storyline and admirable clarity. The National Book foundation had recognized Graphic Novels as being attractive for young people, and acknowledged that it can and would promote literacy among today's kids. And that doesn't even begin to cover the fact that it was addressing the cross-cultural issues that were obviously the focus of the comic.

Comic books are no longer the object of simple graphic fantasies. They deal with the drama that we call our lives, and they face the problems that we try not to acknowledge. Be they heroes or everyday kids with hyperactive imaginations, Graphic Novels provide an outlet for us to see our world in a different light, and to explore the human complex that we call ourselves.

So, before you start sneering at that little boy with his nose buried in the latest Marvel comic book, stop and take a flip through it yourself. You may be surprised with how similar it may be with your lit textbook.

My blog's not dead! Its just in a coma.

O MAI I LEARNT SOMETHING

What I learnt from pre-U sem:

1. Mr Lee Hsien Loong has a very good sense of humor. Example:
Student: "Hiya PM lee, I would like to ask... oops."
PM Lee: "Hiya is fine. :)"

2. Blazers are a pain. But they make you look smart.

3. Pre-U sem 2010's group 4 is awesome beyond awesome. They are fun, smart, brave (in asking questions and playing silly games) and are duck obsessed. They are the best. ;)

4. SAJC's leaders of tomorrow sent to pre-U sem are party animals. They will make singapore into a party city-state. With coke, stale raisin bread and a strange fascination for toads and snails, they will lead singapore into a new era. Beware.

5. It is dangerous to sleep on the floor of Dily's room.

6. It is also very fun to stay up until 2 in the morning talking to her while pretending to be asleep.

7. Jac is bad at folding clothes.

8. Similarly, Jac is bad at looking presentable.

9. The youth of today attending prestigious seminars like this one are fun to talk to and argue with, and to grumble loudly to when you both dont agree with what the speaker is saying. Even if they are total strangers. However, if the stranger is a male, and he is amused by you, he will ask for your number. Then everyone else will laugh.

10. I will never regret having chicken and egg problems running through my head ever again. :)

You dont have to understand this post. The next one about china will be more coherent when I get back. I have to pack now.

中国，你好！

Photopost

Just to let you all see what I've been shooting.

NOT LOOKING BACK

hey guys, if you all are wondering where I'll be for most of june, here is my (non-existant) holiday schedule:

31st may - 4th june: Pre-U seminar in NUS. I am going to get smarter. And die of shame when forced to interact with the supremely intellegent HCI and RI people. Goodbye, my sense of dignity!

7th - 14th june: SAJC's China exchange trip. I'm off to Nanjing, Hangzhou and Shanghai, attending 3 days of school in nanjing and the shanghai expo in - you guessed it- shanghai! My chinese will improve so drastically that I will get an A for A level chinese. Or at least, thats the plan to get me to pass.

17th - 25th june: The Chua family's Bali trip. Sun, sand, sea and studying. Who wouldent want to revise chemical bonding in paradise?

See you around people.

I am not

A sheep
like you
perfectly normal
or boring to say in the least.

I refuse to conform to the norm
even if you shun me
and give me the strange look that says
Outcast
Weirdo
Loner
Strange.

I may not be a very good herd member
but at least I know where I'm going.

Pissy vent on blogger is pissy.

WE'RE NOT COOL, WE ARE FREE

This shall be my superhero theme song from now on.

I'm always gunna want to blow your mind

because that is who I am, and nothing can take that away from me.
Not work
Not unresponsiveness
Not social obligations.

Im always going to be that weirdo with too much information

and far too little sense. (:

In the end

I still think the sky about the storm reflects life best.

If every oppertunity was a plum;

I would have the juciest and best plum pie by now.

Im going to make good use of it.

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

Today all 14 of us IT club + friends invaded Cathay to watch Alice in wonderland. Ahma, if you are lurking somewhere, out there, floating around in cyberspace, this post goes out to you. Thank you for organising this trip! NEXT TIME YOU WILL COME. Although I must admit I really shouldent get so stressed over the details of getting to and fro from here to there. I can never be a tour guide. Potential Travel companions beware. You now know that I get anxious when we are not on time. XD Ah well. Live and learn.

And speaking of learning, did you know that most of Alice in wonderland (the original Lewis Carrol poems, not the movie!) was based on revolutionary math equations during the time it was written? The Cheshire cat is based on a general math formula, because he points you in a general direction, but he never gives you a straight answer.From wikipedia, "the March Hare, the Mad Hatter, and the Dormouse give several examples in which the semantic value of a sentence A is not the same value of the converse of A (for example, "Why, you might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"); in logic and mathematics, this is discussing an inverse relationship." when translated to english, means that something can equal the fraction of something else, and is basically substitution. If you still didn't understand that, then you need to go read your Amath textbook again. I certainly had to.

Sigh. I miss you guys. Next we should go and invade the zoo or something. Or perhaps go watch "how to train your dragon" in 3D. Anyone up for another movieday?

MISADVENTURES OF THE FIREY KIND

Hot Stuff by ~Keybladewarrior on deviantART

I went to the night safari to take photos.

I came back with photos of almost-naked tribal dudes breathing fire.

Eat your heart out, nadiyah.

FORMALWEAR

Today, I was dragged off by my mother to buy court shoes for the upcoming pre-university seminar in June (very kiasu, I know). I require such a pair of shoes because I have to wear a blazer. After much whining and wandering around, my mother discovers that I really cannot fit my freakishly large and square feet into women's court shoes, and we end up buying a men's pair that suspiciously look like Michael Jackson's.This amuses me greatly. These flexible and rather expensive leather shoes are now sitting in my cupboard, awaiting the fateful week in June where I am going to clomp around in them all over NUS and look like a crazy spinster. Or so my mother says.

The next step is to demonstrate to my mother how any attempts to put make-up on me will end with my face looking like the Joker.

Why so serious, batman?

NEVER GIVE UP

IM GOING TO LOSE WEIGHT EVEN IF IT KILLS ME. GOOOO-

Eh. Okay, maybe not to the extent of not eating and taking strange and dangerous pills, but I need to try nether less. Lest I get put in the heavyweight girl's sparring and sat on by a real muscle-bound sparrer. Fat vs muscle is never a good sign. There. Motivation. Now I need to get my rear in gear and get it done.

In other news:
Monday is now officially dying day. It is the day I run in the morning, have PE and end at 5. Wondrous timetable joy.

This week is Milestone assessment week. I think I will survive. Just.

I have started on serious self-defense in taekwondo! I can now armlock a person and throw him to the ground. Fun, eh? Its less fun on the receiving end, though. Oh well. But no pain, no gain.

I dont really have much to say anymore, except that I'm kind of tired these days. I wonder why? although blogging does get some of thoughts in order and indulges my new, incredible urge to write proper english. I think I will try to blog properly from now on, and write about something besides myself. Yes, that would be a good project to start on. Then I can collate all my useless information in one place as well. Hmm.

In that great spirit of motivation, I shall put my favourite quote of the day here:
"Life is a series of interruptions interrupted by interruptions."

I think that pretty much sums up life , eh?

Exercise

What I have done in the past week:

Run 2.4 (or rather, hobbled along.);
walked 3.6 km for cross country;
ran another 1.2 today and played captain's ball,
walked 3km x2 for my dog's evening walks;
and finally, ran up and down stairs to get things/move things/call people.


Yet, I cannot lose weight, and have to go for some weight management thing tomorrow.

Sigh.

Wordplay

"Man does not live by words alone, despite the fact that sometimes he has to eat them."-ADLAI STEVENSON

Take that, English.

Chingay carnival 2010

'

.Never Forget.

We are part of the world.

We are part of a family.

We are part of history.

Never forget.

SUSPENSE.

(Happy chinese new year of the tiger, everyone!)

Hey all! I know that I've been kind of dead to the online world and all by just lurking around facebook and MSN, but this blogpost shall stand as my proof that I have not completely lost my English communication skills to the wrathful jaws of Singlish, despite the many, many spelling errors that may crop up in my convos. I apologise for only posting rather short and garbled posts for this month or so, but life moves on, and if I don't pick up the pace I'm afraid that I'll miss it. Lets just leave that as my feeble and pathetic excuse for not blogging for a while. Until I come up with a better one.

To everyone on my tagboard; thank you for the congratulations! I'm really very proud that I have finally gotten my blackbelt after failing the blackbelt grading for approximately one year. My coach never gave up on me, my parents never gave up on me (and continued to fork out the grading fee despite the repeated failures), you guys never gave up on me and my class never gave up on me, even though I very nearly gave up on myself. So thank you everyone for your support, and I promise to live up to my title as a official taekwondo blackbelt and continue to strive, and to honour the Taekwondo code by using my skills to protect, and not to harm. Hooray human weapon status!

Anyway, life has been hectic. I survived orientation, have gotten my preferred subject combination and have been integrated into class 10S11 without much problem. I'm still a bit lonely during lectures because I don't really have anyone to spazz with, but I guess that's okay, because it forces me to pay attention. You will not believe how much I miss the people in SC. Its so quiet now...

Besides the temporary silence during lectures, the rest of my JC life has been very, very noisy. I have unwittingly signed up to partake in a pre-U seminar to discuss and present current affairs with other JCs in June (although I have only gone for the interview; they will let me know the results next week.), gone to try and get in the Youth Ambassadors (YA) for this year's YOG as a CCA through an interview today and have half-heartedly promised the photography club that I will try to join. Apparently our seniors have been bringing their JC photog friends touring around our school, and they somehow know and remember my name. It brings great guilt upon my consciousness because they really want me in. Well, I guess if I can't get into YA, photog will always be an awesome 2nd choice. SUSPENSE AS I AWAIT MY INTERVIEW RESULTS.

Hurr. I should start cracking on my chemistry homework soon. The interwebs is really a very distracting place.

must...
stop...
BLOGGING!

BLACK AND GOLD

I AM NOW A BLACKBELT IN TAEKWONDO.

HELLO, I AM NOW LEGALLY A HUMAN WEAPON.

Kids.

Here is a conversation outside the lift I overheard today.

(LB stands for little boy and M for his mom.}

LB: Mummy, where are we going?
M: Party.
LB: Who's party?
M: Your birthday party looor.
LB: Yaaaaaay!

Kids these days.

SHAKE IT

SAJC orientation is damn fun. And tiring. We have already managed to be recruited into kingdoms, learnt many, many cheers, a few songs and a dance,had my face entirely covered in red paint and took about half an hour to scrub it all off, declared a waterbomb war on the rest of the other kingdoms and gotten extremely wet. And its only been two days!

I happen to be in the red samurai/assasin kingdom of Ixodus, and am in a rather awesome OG group. The dudes are rather quiet and I dont really talk to them much, but I have made a few friends with the girls. Its been really fun doing ridiculous games with them. The power of panic combined with our competative spirit usually means we do pretty well with the games. Even the one where we had to transport as much foam as possible with our heads. That was funny. XD DOVE REPAIRS DAMAGED HAIR~

There is so much that I can say about my orientation, but I am far too tired to really think of words to try and describe it. I hope you all are having as much fun as I am, and making lots of new friends!

SHAKE SHAKE, SHAKE SHAKE A SHAKE EEEEEEEEET!

(I hope i will be more coherent in blogging in the near future. I just realised that I really do sound like an easily exciteable teenager in this post. Which I am. But let's just pretend i'm not for the time being.)

HAHAHAHAHA

SAJC HERE I COME.

365 days

I'm going to try for the 365 days photo project, a photo a day.

Hopefully this will give me something to do.

WE ARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK WE ARE

Its a mystery to me why people nowadays would prefer to watch televison programmes about having fun at the beach rather than actually going out to experience it for themselves. They moan about never finding happiness. That's because they never pursue it. Happiness is not found in money, fame, or incredibly good fortune. I think happiness is hanging out with your friends, doing silly things that make no sense and enjoying the fact that you are here, and now.

Yesterday wasn't the perfect baywatch day at the beach. It was overcast and cloudy, it rained and the sea at east coast isn't the eye-catching turquoise blue. Yet, cycling in the rain with raindrops smacking into my eyes, running around for no apparent reason other for the fun of it and jumping into the murky-green sea of Singapore seems a hell lot more fun than any of those beach shows on TV. Being in an experience is far better than simply seeing it.

Actually, come to think of it, the fact that the day was so imperfect made it all the more memorable.





I am proud to say that I have finally learnt how to fully utilize my holidays after wasting most of them for about 16 years. And I hope to continue optimizing my free time before school starts for as long as possible.


Sham! Lesley! we all must do this again sometime soon. ;)