Unintentional hiatus, really.

If anyone of you actually noticed, I've been online only for like, once a week for ages now. I don't know what happened (maybe I found the multi-million dollar secret to ending computer addiction) but I just don't really use the computer nowadays. Sometimes I really feel like using the computer but I always end up not using it. Wonder why. Of course, with me not using the computer, blogging comes less and less (unless I'm in the school library, which is the case now) but I don't plan for my blog to die anytime soon. I will still post sometime or another (hoping for readers) just for the fun of it.

Alright. Life's been much less a chore than a pleasure lately, which actually is a huge improvement from recent times when I was in a fully pissed state. Lessons aren't really that bad now actually. Somehow I've managed to adjust to the style of education here, albeit a little too slowly.

Talked to Dad yesterday about his sermon and stuff like self-esteem and all that. Woke me up quite a bit, that. Realised how lucky I am to have a caring family which is proud of me and what I am. Pretty nice turn of mindset, really. Waking up feels different today than what it felt like yesterday, and it just gets better everyday.

Hoping that this mood would last me for a while, becaus eit sure feels good to be happy.

Coooooooooool

Saturday, July 21st, was by far the coolest day of the year. Sadly, even cooler than my birthday (in which I had to do math homework), and cooler than any day in the holidays.

Saturday morning, waking up felt pretty bad because I had to go for math tuition for the first time this year. Got lost trying to find the tuition teacher's house and found it only an hour later, after walking around the whole of Bukit Batok and getting drenched by the rain. Surprisingly I was not really pissed by the time tuition started, but somewhat happy (unknown cause) and learning well. 12.30, left for the CIP I had signed up for during Volunteer's Fair...

MRT Ride was really long but I was fine throughout, reached Orchard right on time but earlier than the rest of the volunteers, so we (Me, Henry, Zhanyi) got our 'early birds prize' from Qiaohan. Lol. Then we set off all around Orchard Road trying to get donations from the throngs of people who walk the pathways...

"Care to donate, sir?"
"Care to help the disabled kids, mam?"
"Nice cap sir, mind donating?"
"Do your part for charity?"

These were just some of the lines I employed in my quest for donations to the SPD. The first half of the CIP was highly disappointing as most of the people were rejecting us, looking straight through us like we don't exist, etc etc. I was getting kinda pissed but well, we kept going. Honestly I was kinda losing hope in the people of Orchard Road, but all's well that goes not-too-well and ends well. Some guy in an orange Slipknot shirt gave me $5 just like that. Woots! Omgwthbbqpork. Suddenly all hope was restored.

Kept walking around and asking every face I see to donate. Success rate is about 5% I think. People kept smiling at me (because they don't want to donate zzz) and blimey, I've never had so many people smile at me in any day of my life. Saw a few familiar faces, kept walking around for 4-5 hours, and yeah. Was quite satisfying. Kinda addictive too.

Then came the cool part.

We went to buy tickets for Transformers (yes, I haven't watched it until last Saturday) for the 9.45 show. Had two hours and fourty minutes to spend. Hmm.

So we went bowling at Marina Square, and I swear Zhanyi is the slowest and steadiest bowler I've ever seen in my life. Henry's pretty okay too. After two rounds of real fun and lots of laughter (I learnt my hook ball woots), we then went to Esplanade to sit by the river. It was such a great place to sit around in, with the National Day lights and all. Then we rushed for our show, just caught it in time, managing to smuggle some bubble tea in.

So, after two plus hours of omg-its-so-fast-paced action and omg-its-ultra-funny on-screen jokes, we found out it was midnight and ran all the way to the MRT station from Shaw House, catching the last train within a few minutes of its departure.

Woah.





















took a picture with the simpsons! :D

love today (wish i really could)

Not the end of the day yet but it was alright I guess. Thanks Galvin for the CDs, Monkey for the NICE keychain (although the zipper's kinda gay) and Henry for the wallet I have yet to receive. I have to give thanks for whatever I get because at least I got some stuff! Not everyone can get stuff on their birthdays lol. Thanks to those who wished me a happy birthday (especially those who bothered to stay up till midnight to do it) and thanks to my family (Dad wished me a great birthday, Mum cooked cool stuffs, Job actually wished me a happy birthday and my cousins did, too.)


19th July edit: I just ate my birthday cake today (delifrance fruit tart woots) and thanks Waritta for the Spongebob-from-Korea hahahah its cool!

The day is here. Again?!

I've spent one whole year waiting for the day to come, and now that its so very near I don't even know what to expect from it. Past few instances of this day brought few surprises and little bits and pieces of love from family and friends though, and I have to learn to be grateful for everything I receive.

Everytime this time of the year comes, I am brought to realise how time flies, and how milestones pass by without notice. Many times I have put my time to tasks of little ficundity, and I regret for having not using what little time I have in the service of others. I've been dying to watch movies, play games, dying to do everything that would allow me to derive some happiness, but have I even been wanting to help those people out there who really need my help?

What makes me so special that I get to be happy while these people suffer? It's such a disadvantage to be born into a position of advantage. The mental inertia is so hard to overcome. I try to help others, but its really hard to really bring myself to do it. So many barriers, so many reasons not to do it, so many reasons to just slack off.

I always think: maybe one day when I'm alone, old and sickly, it'll be my turn to be needing help, but no one will come. They'll be too busy playing bowling and watching movies.

I'm going to try to be happy tomorrow. I'll only live to see a few winters in my life, I'd better treasure it. After all, maybe I've seen my last winter.

Stadium, cool?

After my long and well-deserved hiatus due to the block tests (which actually is something like, more elegantly phrased, a withdrawal of brobdingnagian proportions from the bowel bank), I went to the National Stadium for THAT match. Yes, THAT match. Singapore vs Australia.

Alright. It wasn't only SG vs AUS. There's the age-old rivalry between Singapore and Malaysia and also some pre- and post-game entertainment by the TKSS Marching Band and the Team Singapore something-something I can't remember (but I do remember that they can fly) and also self-high emceeing by Daniel Ong and Jean Danker.

The ex-nationals match really showed one ugly side of many Singaporeans (at least the ones sitting around me). Hot-blooded cheering during the one minute of silence (they probably didn't even realise why the stadium was so quiet), laughing at players who made an effort to come down and play soccer for THEM on THEIR country's stadium closing day (why, I think they will play better football when they're 60+. Seriously.) Totally unappreciative. Looks like Singaporeans, or maybe just that group of people sitting behind me, are going to be off-schedule when it comes to becoming a gracious people. I personally would blame it on the ridiculous individualism sprouting from today's society, and I hope there'll be hope soon.






First time watching soccer in a stadium!







Then came the Aussies' match. Reached the stadium 10 minutes late (sorry Edmund and Chew!) because we went to 7-eleven to get snacks and drinks, and oh, I found that some of the people sitting behind me had changed! Maybe they'd be nicer people.

Oh gosh.

I was darn wrong. Alright, let me tell you about it.

There was this group of two guys and a girl sitting behind us (sorry I'm not a voyeur I don't take pictures of others without their knowledge so I can't show you a picture, and I don't want to risk a defamation suit so words will have to suffice). The guy we're talking about was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans when it was sweltering hot in the stadium. He kept complaining that the Singapore players were not up to standard (I wonder why he wasn't down there wearing red-and-white and playing against the green-and-gold army), flourished his astonishingly colourful vocabulary everytime an error was made or a chance was missed (maybe he should have written everything down and passed it to me so I can help Team Singapore sue him for defamation), and was so incredibly annoying that Chew wanted to turn around and slap him. So did I.

Worse, he was obviously trying to use his 'vast' knowledge of the footballing community to impress the girl he was sitting with, and it was a darn serious case of ROFLMAO. Maybe you heard it at home while watching the match on the television?

"Who scored?"

"Venduka! Woah he very zai", he said, pointing at jersey no.9 Viduka.

So we were sitting there under the barrage of Vendukas until Chew nearly wanted to puke his Sour Cream and Onion Pringles out.

Oh the ego of the modern male.

Then something happened which rescued the day (other than 3 goals by the Aussie cannons, ALL on the far end of the field from where we were sitting). Chew pointed to the sky and suddenly there was an explosion. I swear Chew rigged the timing of the fireworks.





Was cool enough for a break from studies!