|Time as white sound|
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Anyway, was just reading Gabby's blog- all that talk about being wrought with sleep deprivation, eye bags and whatever not due to CTs.
Needless to say, I do want my As for GP and Lit at the end of the day (referring to A lvls, not CTs), but no chance in freaking hell will I ever allow any dark circles or dull complexion to get in my way of achieving so. Studying in style, if you'd like to call it that. My policy is to get through the A's with relatively good grades without being reduced to a sick parody of a comatose vegetable.
It was scary having all those police officers and soldiers patrolling about the entire Whitley area today and the day before. It's reminiscent of a Gileadean-style government, I'll say. And as Mr. Glascow inferred during lecture, the whole situation is similar to the escaped convict running through the marshes in Dickens' 'Great Expectations'. Only that in this case, he'd be running through the jungle behind CJ instead.
I hope he gets caught really soon anyway.
Sometimes, stability is desired.
It's freedom from the dangers of irrationalities.
Physical danger in this case, of course.
Right... I really better be getting back to my assignments now. I can't continue with my studying without finshing them!
This week has unfolded in such a splendid fashion- I missed lessons on Monday, detention coming up tomorrow on friday, common tests coming next week and I haven't even started on Maths at all... I couldn't have asked for anything better.
In fact, the icing on the cake would be something like having the overhead projector cable snap and the machine dropping on my head during lesson time. That and me being knocked unconscious. Or dead- my ghost would roam the school. Yeah, I'd haunt LT2.
Alright alright... Enough with me being a cynic.
It wasn't all that bad I suppose. I did enjoy myself despite all that crap somehow.
Gonna go back to completing my assignment that was due since Wednesday.
My guilty conscience is being a bitch. I feel unworthy in that sense because that part of my conscience told me so. But I told it to shut the fuck up.
Saturday. Sunday. Then Monday.
Manic Monday. The day where queues in polyclinics are the longest. The day where one is most prone to wake up late (pray be that I shall not tomorrow). The day where I have 3 consecutive breaks. Or on the Monday every 2 weeks, that is.
Either way, I suppose I'll be a happy person tomorrow. After all, there's just too many things to be thankful for- like how I've not yet gotten a brain hemorrhage, how my spinal cord is still in tact and how I've never -not even once- considered suicide. See? It's a beautiful world indeed. I am happy.
And the very sound of Monday does indeed invoke certain emotions, I'll say. 'Mmm' like the sound one makes when he consumes something scrumptious. Like "Mmm!!...This creamy custard is delicious!" or "Mmm!!... This cherry lollipop tastes so yummy!". So yes- I hunger for Mondays.
Magical melodic 'M'. Mondays I love you *rolls eyes*
Apart from random cynicism, or pseudo-enthusiasm if you'd like to call it, I watched the play Wind in the Willows on Saturday. It was pretty nice. Good anaesthetic for whatever agony I could possibly have felt or accumulated throughout the past week. So to those who put up that enjoyable show, thank you.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I am broke after paying my debts. To family and friends.
Yes. Including my red packet money if I'm not wrong.
I need to hire a personal financial advisor.
ABBA got it right
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Hey readets of the Local Laundromat: Check out this blog on spreading the awareness of animal rights and of conservation as well!
I think that it is only right that we are aware of such stuff going on.
I am melting in my own pot of procrostination and demise.
I have to get my Lit essay, Geog term paper and script amendment both done by tomorrow.
I haven not even started on either.
I can only start doing so after going for evening mass (damn that mass. I'm sometimes feel like being a lapse Catholic. God forbid if I ever turn out that way though)
Anyway, Cowboy sent me the link to this pretty cool video. Check it out.
I feel like eating a flower. Haha.
During our first year in junior college, we learn in Economics the basic concept of Opportunity Cost- the appetizer of the sheer monstrosity of entrees that we would encounter in the subsequent months ahead.
I still don't find myself obese after all that consumption of knowledge. In fact, I'm a mere chicken wing, so I must say that I'm thankful that studies has not gone anywhere near my sanity. Amen.
Anyhow, onto the idea of opportunity costs-
February 16. Spending the entire day in town would mean that I had forgone all that time which I could've used studying, reading, doing my work or things that were actually fun.
At some points of time, I think I might have forfeited my happiness.
But hey Mister Matt- let's look on the bright side, shall we? At least you managed to overly acquaint yourself with the mrt system. Travelling to and fro. Bugis. City Hall. Somerset. Orchard. And any wicked permutation in between. And at some points of time when you're sitting alone in your room, you might even hear the faint undertones of 'doors closing. beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep...'. It makes you wonder if you're crazy.
Crazily determined to spend time with the ones you care for. That's what made Februray the 16th so trying yet somehow so fruitful because you sacrifice time and happily accept the good and the bad.
Sometimes when you get a mailed package of the stuff you ever wanted and dreamed of, you might just fall in love with it, only to find the defects and flaws that it is found to have. Some frown at the sight of such a dysfunction and just decide to live with it reluctantly, or in any degree more or less. Some would even scowl in disgust and return the package immediately (provided if there's a return policy, of course)
As for myself? I do recognise that there is a return policy. But it is as taboo as hell for me- I don't believe in it. I am happy to recieve whatever defects that might come with the package. I want the spoilage. I yearn for the anomalies- the ripped seams, the spoiled mechanics, the ruined colour combination. I signed for the package, and even though I could choose to back out of this transaction, I accept it wholeheartedly.
Blue from Blue's Clue's starts 'bao bao bao-ing' non stop.
She can't stop saying it unless you shoot her.
So don't shoot Blue, for what she sings is oh so true.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Matt decides to go shopping today.
He needs coupons of purple, red, green and blue.
Stories buried under the sands of time
Always make me sad.
....That was so random. Lol
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy Valentine's Day everyone! <3> Thanks for all the cookies, trinkets, notes, sweets, muffins and chocolates!-- Amanda, Dawn, Yi Ting, Amadea, Justin, Sheryl, Carmen, Meiqi, Shu Xian, Yang Wei, Cheryl, Jamie, Cherie, Erika, Gabrielle, Nanda, Sonia, Debbie, Diana, Erin, Adriel, Rebecca, Natalie, Melissa, Benji, Tiffanie and Jonathan (really sorry if I left your name out- there were alot of goodies)
Thanks Jasvir, Cailing, Beverey, Xavier, John, Kahlen and Cowboy! =)
Thanks Amadea, Yi Ting and Jaslene!
Haha yeah. This post is pretty much a 'thank you' post- I'm just really thankful for all you guys (even those who didn't give me anything, of course).
Yes. I realised today that Tuplis are extremely fallic especially when they're in need of water.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Last night my left eye was swelling and tearing so badly it was as if Satan spat into my eye. This morning, although it's improved a slight bit, it looks like I've been crying all night. Lol- what the hell. Eyedrops please!!!!!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Well, the internet is finally fixed and I feel as if a part of my life has been restored. That which is pertained in the realm of technology, that is. Not that I have no social life- I do, alright?? Apart from my inner geek.
So tomorrow's my class' turn for physical training, and I dread the consecutive standing broad jumps that we have to do to and fro the basketball court. Not only do I feel like a clumsy ostrich fumbling my way across mid way through the exercise, my somewhat incompetent jumps eventually degenerate to nothing more than mere intermittent hops when my pe teacher isn't looking. (Wow.. I certainly feel like cobblestone sediments dragged along by helicoidal flows. Har har har. Humor gets so dryly academic at times.) After which, its back to the mediorce jumping attempts when he turns round. Lol.
Somthing tells me that I'm not athletically gifted. All hopes of ever becoming an Alpha male out the window. Boo hoo.
Note the sarcasm.
Right... I need to get back to the star we're supposed to make for Valentine's/Friendship Day. Why do they even call it friendship day to begin with?? Valentine's Day can be celebrated with friends and family without the concept of romance- so why not?? Or maybe it's the very association to romance which schools are so terrified of. Ideas of the irrationalities of love. Possibe make out or blow job sessions in Staircase 6?- I've not heard anything happening there though, so I don't see the fuss of it.
Whatever the name, the day is meant to be special. So let's just move on with the program, folks!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I completely switched off during the CNY holidays. Just lazed about at home- really wasted my time basically.
And I think that when I go back to school tomorrow and realise all that work that I haven't done yet, I would go something like 'Ohhhh shit'.
Oh shit indeed.
Bao Bao Bao.
Bao Bao Bao.
Bao Bao Bao like crazy.
A stitch in time saves nine.
The World State got it wrong- Ending is not better than mending.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Just a lil' rewind back to Wednesday--
Denis came back to CJ! Our beloved make up artist! CJ Drama's very own Eva Longoria!
Although the group of us occasionally meet up with her in town, there's nothing like having good ol' Denis back on home grounds. And in LT 2 too!- The home of Drama!
And Little Miss I-thought-mimosas-grew-on-trees is back with a vengance, baby!
She did her own rendition of the victory walk past the science block to show Mister K on what he's missed out on(he wasn't there though). Nah, actually we kinda forced her to do it. Haha. Not that I have anything against either parties, but Miss Denis is a good catch.
The funny part was when some of the guys saw her back in CJ and they were saying 'Hey, Denis you came back!', and I swear at some points of time they were just staring at her clevage! LOL. But who could blame them, really. Little miss Denis is a fiesty chilli padi which we'll always remember- occasional town meetings or not.
We love you, Denis!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Drinking coffee before Geography lectures could just be the most genius idea thus far this year. Justin and Cheryl have clearly shown me that sometimes, a little caffine would hurt at all. Well... apart from risking making yourself a little loopy that is. Awkward turtle??
The greatest irony was after Justin's bout of loopiness when Sean was tapping his pen on the desk. And Justin goes seomthing like 'hey, stop doing that. You're distracting people'. And then I give him this incredulous look saying 'Just as how you were like about 10 minutes ago??' Lol.
Annoying, but very entertaining nonethless. Thanks Justin.
Speaking of loopiness, I've seen the 'Britney Card' being played several times these past few days. It's not a very pretty sight, this discourse of insanity. My honest sympathy and support goes out to Miss Spears herself who's going through personal issues whilst battling the papprazzi. But I can't say the same for those who have played the card themselves. Haha sorry Gabby.
Yes, and I do realise that I've used the phrase 'Britney Card' alot recently.
I haven't shopped for new clothes yet, and that makes me kinda pissed off.
Monday, February 04, 2008
I realise that I get by my schoolwork just by completing my tutorials on the day of submission. Not exactly the best fool-proof method of getting your A, or even a B for that matter, but I'm still surviving- that's what matters. At least I know that I'm having a good time here in a JC, and not ending up in a mental instutute eating up shreds of my tutorials. They say paper goes particularly well with blank ink.
That's how bad it could get.
Till the possible moment when I end up in such a state, I'd rather stick to the much sane route, thank you.
Anyhow, it wouldn't hurt just being a little more hardworking in the subjects that I'm less interested in, right?
I'm currently in CJ's magical library. I don't see Hagrid around. She's probably in the forbidden woods foraging for dragon mucus.
OH! I heard from one of the student librarians that the library computer room is rigged not only with video cameras, but voice recorders as well! Freaking scary, I swear. Ala George Orwell's 1984. I don't see why they ought to fix voice recorders in this room... It just doesn't make sense.
Righto, I've got a Geog tutorial at 3. Better be heading to class soon then.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Gabrielle puts a new spin on things.
She takes 'adding salt to the wound' to a new extreme.
And hence formulates adding concealer to the wound instead.
Guaranteed to generate laughter and pain both at the same time! Oh how sardonically ironic.
Random thought, but I realise that I haven't practiced my math for quite some time already, which is obviously kinda bad. Ah well.
And to sum up this week, here's a rather lovely quote that I personally like (this quote has nothing to do with gabby's concealer mishap in case you're wondering)--
Saturday, February 02, 2008
I can't say that everything is falling apart.
That feeling of being shot from the sky; like a crow in all its blackened splendour. That thrill from falling which gives you a boost of adrenaline. It's not so much a bad thing. So how could I possibly annote that falling apart is bad? Maybe by falling apart, we reconstruct ourselves to be newer models and versions of who we currently are. The same chassis; same engine. But with a grander technology, that which is derived and rooted way back to the humble beginnings of the sole wheel. Yes. We all go through cycles to change for the better.
Lit Night was da bomb!! Obviously becuase it was fun dressing up and watching others do so. From this we gain perspectives far beyond that of Serena Joy's ensemble, including that of male counterparts a.k.a our plain ol CJ uniform.
Anyway... My class came in second in the costume competetion, and you best be sure that I'll be updating this space with loads of photos. Hahah.