vanilla pops and banana skies

once upon a time, a promise.

2007-02-04T17:35:00.000+08:00

If you look back, sometime somewhere, I once promised I would move to my lj, should I go to HC. And I'm in HC now.

So I've kept to my word. I've moved.

Goodbye blogger, goodbye raffles.

:(

Hello livejournal, hello hwachong!

:)

perseverance is the key !

2007-01-29T23:46:00.000+08:00

AH the bites are killing me! ITCHY ITCHY SCRATCHY UP AND DOWN MY LEGGY WEGGY argh!

RESIST, YUHUI, RESIST!

I have a total of TWENTY SIX bites on less than 2m of skin OW OW OW that gives an everage of 1 bite per 20cm! Kylie said to wash with soap but that didn't work at all. :(

It's really a test of discipline and patience, hmm. Resist for a moment or be scarred for life!

THOU SHALT NOT SCRATCH. NO!

who let the dogs out !

2007-01-28T23:31:00.000+08:00

HELLO EVERYONE I've decided to return from my blogging hiatus (even if it's just for a little while)!

School's been fairly exciting! My classmates SURPRISE me everyday with their brilliance/interesting sense of humour, haha! Life is fun, though this year we don't seem to be living up to our seniors' legacy of decadance. WE ARE MUGGERS HEAR US ROAR!!!

It's been a flurry of activities day in and out, emotions plunging from peak to valley like the perfect curves of a sine graph! From heartbeat-accelerating jungle speed to split-ear grins laughing at our tutors' antics, to depression after mathematics lectures, to plain delight after receiving letters from my (absolutely divine) angel&mortal, to ultimate awe and wonder at our cool fac dance! :D

It's been a really brililant experience, meeting so many new and amazing people! It's a wonder how, when everyone comes in with an open mind and a warm smile, everything can go so well. :) There's my terrific Orientation Group (OG 24 ROCKS!) my crazy, funky class (A14 THE WIN!), cool seniors (06A14, BITE ME!), and cute dogmatix (every bit of the 8.5 girls we have)! :D

I must admit, there are times when I feel awkwardly out of place in my blue potato-sack uniform and unfamiliar face, but then someone turns around the corner and there it is - a smile and a wave, and yuhui is content! :D

In RGS, walking down the corridor would unfailingly turn up at least one familiar face (if not many more). It is my goal! One day in the near future, I will be able to stand in the middle of the central plaza, and see familiar faces all around me.

Are you from Hwachong batch'06-07? Yuhui wants to be your friend! :D

One more thing before I go!
DOGMATIX, ORIENTATION HIKE BEST GROUP 2006... AND 2007!

comma ,

2007-01-18T23:33:00.000+08:00

I haven't blogged, haven't been blogging, won't be blogging. Not very soon, at least!

Effort spent adapting to new school environment, which has been quite enjoyable. APOLLOA14OG24 yeah!

It's a break in the paragraph, a comma in a sentence. It simply means, to be continued! ONE DAY I will make my comeback! :D

So, until then, take care (so many people have been falling sick!) and drink honey lemon! :D

KOREAAA

2006-12-10T00:09:00.000+08:00

I'm off to KOREAAAA, the land of dbsk and the like! In 22 hours and counting :D

Everyone has been telling me that the Korean on the street doesn't look anything like those we see on TV! Queenie says they have small eyes and wide faces, Daddy says those with big eyes are the ones who make it to television, Princess says they're actually quite tanned, and Lina says, if you walked along the street, you just blend in!

I've heard, watched and read so much about Korea, and I'm finally going! :D Well I've always wanted to visit Korea (and Japan!) to look at the pretty flowers and mountains, to drink tofu soup from steaming stone bowls while it snowed beyond the window, to eat the 100 over kinds of kimchi (okay not really) and to ski!

And in addition to this, we're finally going on a grand family overseas trip again! :D The last proper one we went for was when I was 12, to America. I can't wait to take photos! :D And I can imagine how cute yuhan will look like all bundled up, like a little rice ball. xD

Well I hope there will be people our age on the trip, so we can play bridge together at night, and perhaps, just possibly, one of them would be a fellow dbsk fan too! :D

Haha! I shall talk about my pilot/flying/air stewardess dream another time! :D

KOREAAA WO3 (MEN2) LAI2 YE3!

blind or deaf?

2006-12-06T22:42:00.000+08:00

If you had to choose, which would you rather be, blind or deaf?

Sometime ago I would have smoothly said deaf. But now I'm not sure. Something must have happened to me, because this year I've taken a sudden fanatic interest in music! The piano, the guitar, the voice, the body, I want to master everything! Once I'm in my room, something seems missing if the radio isn't on, or itunes isn't playing. It seems quiet, and empty!

I know I have spent many hours just sitting, with my eyes closed, and listening.

Have you watched a movie without sound? Everything's so different, and it loses its ability to move.

But I suppose I have taken it for granted that I can open my eyes and colour would appear in, literally, the blink of an eye, everyday. What wormy said the other day, "I have forgotten what it's like to open my eyes and see clearly" scared me quite a bit! I'm very lucky, in this way, I am.

What would you do if you woke up in the morning suddenly, and there was nothing? When you opened your eyes, or when you turned your head to detect the morning birdsong - nothing.

When you know what it's like to have something, you can't live without it. That's the principle, I suppose, which is why ignorance is so often bliss.

Oh how I respect the disabled - to be able to fight and function in this world without one fifth or more of themselves! I would just give up if I ever lost any of my senses! Can you imagine a world without colour, without music, without being able to walk on your own feet?

Ah we are so blessed!

title-ing.

2006-12-04T00:04:00.000+08:00

Ooooh I'm terribly lousy at giving titles :( In my previous blogs I just scrapped the html and happily left all my posts headless, titleless, but I decided I should do something about it!

But evidently, I am not, and I shall leave it as it is. :)

Or if you would be so kind as to give me medicine to treat this inability-to-title illness?

2006-12-04T00:00:00.000+08:00

If I remember correctly, there seems like there was a time when I was sensitive to words, and paragraphs came so naturally it was like breathing - just through my fingers. But it's so long ago that even the memory has grown cobwebs and spiders - writing seems almost like a chore now!

But no, we should never think of anything as chores, because that's only when it becomes one, doesn't it. Like I always believe (but never practise), it all lies in your own mind!

On another note, I finally managed to watch Vacation! :D

You know, in films people so often had childhood friends that make wishes for them, that they were so close to they would give their life up for, that they hid no secrets from, that they grew up and became famous together with? I wish I had one! Or a best friend at the very least. I was never one to have a single confidant - it was always a bunch of very good friends but never a single one. I know the closest I got to having one single best friend was in Primary 6, but we sort of lost contact after that. Lack of common topics, I suppose, so even when we talk there seems to be something missing. :( Actually this may not be a bad thing at all! Not having one best friend, that is. At the most, I can always find a confidant in, say, a doll or teddy bear on my table. Yes!

I'm also bad at keeping in contact, I admit. I have to see you everyday to stay being close with you! It's practical, but leaves me disappointed sometimes.

From the same movie I realised that, dreams do come true sometimes, or a lot of times! I think, essentially, you must work very hard while you're still young, and you must know where you're working towards. :) But then again, your interest may not be your profession. Being interested doesn't feed hungry tummies!

But I don't know! I just know how lucky I am to be able to have a choice over my future, to be able to pursue any area of interest and dabble in so many things! Choice is a blessing, but a tiring blessing sometimes!

hmmm!

2006-12-02T00:29:00.000+08:00

I've been thinking more than usual lately, but somehow my schedule's been so packed there's barely any time in between to catch a breath and pen down my thoughts. It's like rushing on the mrt - train after train after train, squeezing through crowd after crowd; all those webs and wisps of thoughts that we brush through and break as each of us plod on, on our own ways. The pounding beeping noise, the iridescent lights, and, all those faces!

It's the reflection that makes you learn so much about life. Everyone experiences or goes through the same thing, I believe, just through different avenues. Just as the same as I always believed that everyone has their own path in life, that was, in a way, paved for them since birth. Since we first wore disposable diapers - which makes us so different from the country kids who wear cloth nappies, or just tottered happily about without anything on.

But yes, about reflection! Thinking just puts everything into perspective. Although sometimes the more you think, the more you think you shouldn't think anymore, I ultimately agree that it's important to think. When everything passes you in a blur like this, you must catch every possible moment - riding on the bus, waiting for a call, being the passive observer in a conversation - to just think.

But don't overdo it! It's possible to zou2 huo3 ru4 mo2 with thinking :/ where you become oversensitive and paranoid and untrusting! Remember the philosophy that MAN IS INHERENTLY GOOD and you will be fine. :) Trusting makes you vulnerable, I admit, and perhaps the only reason I can say this so carelessly is because my trust has not been thoroughly betrayed as of yet. My turn will come one day, I bet, but until then (of after then I shall deal with later), I shall continue to believe that everyone is nice and dependable! :D That's the only way to live, in my sincerest opinion!

Sometimes I really wonder why we bother keeping up with current affairs, with the world, with what other people say. And then I realised, there are two levels to thinking. The above is the material, globalised world. Your spiritual life, however, is determined only by you and the people around you (or in some cases, above you too! :)). It's actually the people you interact with and meet face to face that really put you to thinking, that really dive into your heart and stir your deepest emotions. But in the end, it's a modern society! And both must go hand in hand. :)

Other times, I really wonder why I can't just accept, or be nicer, and more sensitive. But I believe everyone has to strike their own balance. It's like a point system, and everyone has only that many points to allocate to each aspect. Nobody is perfect, but that is the only thing that makes everyone special!

Ahhh and that's enough for tonight. Nobody can have the perfect life they want, but the best we can do is to make the fullest out of it! :) To bring happiness and acceptance to the people around you, and through that, to yourself.

my perfect major

2006-11-27T22:49:00.000+08:00

You scored as Sociology. You should be a Sociology major!

Sociology

92%

Dance

92%

Journalism

83%

Anthropology

75%

Biology

75%

Mathematics

75%

Theater

75%

Philosophy

75%

Art

75%

English

75%

Psychology

75%

Chemistry

67%

Engineering

67%

Linguistics

67%

What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
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HAHAHA sociology and dance!
It's my natural flair for dancing showing through! xD

HAHAHAHA I'm so sorry, I'm laughing at myself.

today!

2006-11-27T21:29:00.001+08:00

Today, I received my first wedding proposal!

Unfortunately, it didn't happen after a romantic dinner and wine, under soft starlight with the caressing wind weaving words of love through my hair, surrounded by 521 (it's supposed to mean i love you or sth) candles arranged to form a burning heart, with a 10 carat diamond ring presented, on his knees, by a handsome prince charming - no! It went like this.

Think 20 old men and women sitting around in tables of 4 playing UNO stack, mahjong and carem. A little cranky old lady in a wheelchair, shouting periodically, wo3 yao4 hui2 jia1, i want to go home, then suddenly turning to the nearest volunteer and demanding, ni3 jia4 gei3 wo3 er2 zi3 ba4, marry my son!

Yes, that's how it went, only that she repeated her demand quite few times, in different variations. Sometimes it was just, ni3 jia4 ren2 le4 ma1, are you married? or, (gesturing to a girl) ni3 jue2 de2 ta1 hao3 ma1, do you think she's good (for my son)? Before that, she sincereley told me that I was very guai and pretty :D and that the old gentleman sitting opposite me had really long eyebrows (which he did, and he's a very nice jolly old fellow)! But yes, this is today's most exciting event. :)

Helping out didn't really give me the sense of accomplishment I thought I would get, as it had been with ICYL and production. Instead, I felt a little tug, stronger than before, in my heart, to do everything I can for these people.

But on another note, I really don't want to grow old. :( We take it for granted that we will be able to do everything we can do now forever - touching our toes, falling down and getting up again, solving math problems, playing ultimate frisbee, but no! we can't, not for long. I want to immortalise my youth but so does everyone, and that's, as of now, impossible. :( So treasure the time we have!

In addition, the dance lesson we have been anticipating for so long is finally over! The handsome, charismatic, korean-ish dance instructor turned out to... have such a gay voice! HAHAHAHAHAHA jk's taste in men falls flat again xD But I like him lots anyway, because guess what! HE CHOREOGRAPHED HIS DANCE TO RISING SUN!!!! :D

Today I've explored so many boundaries - interacting with old people, dancing to rising sun, sleeping while standing on the mrt (i was that tired!), sleeping over dinner, sleeping while walking (and banging into so many people and feeling utterly miserable)!

But ah! Today was quite a good start to my meaningful holidays. (: And tomorrow, I will tell you all about my plans for these few weeks! I will no longer waste away my youth and free time. Instead, I will ENRICH myself with skills and knowledge and WOW everyone at how wise and talented yuhui will have become by 2007! :D

I took my first step when I knew who Kim Jong Il was, over so many other people. He's that korean superstar, don't you know! xD

ICYL!

2006-11-25T23:17:00.000+08:00

In the space of one week seven days, I have met so many amazing people! It's quite surreal really, how someone can touch your life, in just one moment. Whether it's an encouraging word, a helping hand, or just a friendly hug.

I have realised, people are wise.
Really, truly, indefinitely! Somehow I find that I keep learning, and that I am so often left speechless or pensive by simple words people say. (And then I wonder, yuhui where has all your useless thinking gone to! :/)

Everytime something has passed I always wonder if I could have done more, but that's silly don't you think! And even sillier that I continue to feel like that year after year, event after event. Do something about it, we all must!

This has been a really special week: ICYL! I'm so glad that I signed myself up (such a last min decision too, deciding to join and desperately filling up the form 30min before the deadline when I had no previous intention whatsoever to do so) because I got to meet so many really fantastic people. :D More people, and more about the people around me (like the S3s)!

Being in this convention really established in me a profound respect for the OC and all the effort and emotion they put in to make it a success. I remember so clearly complaining about all the time commitments, moaning about having to wake up early, about how our scenario was so strange, how SFL was so strange, and how having a feminist convention was the strangest of it all! But now all I can think of is how selfish I have been! In comparison to the (clever! capable! amazing! wonderful! pretty! ~~bluff you one!~~) OC, the effort we put in pales so much in comparison. You know, the facs secretly think that they rock big time, and we all want to say, THANK YOU SO MUCH and GOOD JOB!

There are some things I'll always remember about convention - the terrible training lunches, stoning through trainings with shuting, feeling so terribly cheated that charlotte didn't actually lose her wallet, wearing formal u for the first time in my life, informal journalism briefing (zan and her power brrrr, becky&charlotte: what do you feel about apples? oranges? potatoes? tomatotes? chairs? tables? okay you get the idea!), bridge addiction, shiya's insanity, joey's infectious laughter, the welcome feeling you get when you enter a group's room and everyone smiles and says hello, how messy the SLAC is and, of course, the endless flow of food!

Ah!

I meant to say something inspiring after all of that but, you know! I slept from 5:30am-8:00am this morning and nothing else so I'm not feeling very inspiring myself at the moment! :/

And so I shall conclude - ICYL was AMAZING! (I sincerely apologise for the lack of vocabulary)

I feel... contented! As if I just had a very satisfying meal. :D Just because I am surrounded by amazing and beautiful people :D and hohoho I shall strive to be one myself!

HEREHEREGOPOST: http://rgsicyl2006.8.forumer.com

mesleepygoodnightworld!

2006-11-19T00:02:00.000+08:00

I have found solace in something, haha! Something to make me smile whenever I'm feeling down. :)

In the middle of the heavy, aching night, here's something to illuminate your computer screen and to turn you into a silly grinning and HAPPY silhouette! :D

[MV] DBSK - 풍선 (Balloons)

I have decided to change the way I blog, as you will see, possibly! :)
Until the next post, DONG BANG SHIN KI FIGHTING!

poker!

2006-11-17T23:57:00.000+08:00

Jack of all trades, master of none. Jack of all trades, master of none. Jack of all trades, master of none.

Somehow the empty spaces in my head seem only to multiply like spineless amoeba and meanwhile happily reject all meaningful bits of information I try to drill in. Like, jack of all trades, master of none. Perhaps if I pretended I couldn't see or tell, it would float in unnoticed.

People complain when they aren't given choices. It's a fight for liberty, they claim, and, excitedly (or as they would say, passionately), we are freedom fighters! People complain when they are given too many choices. There are so many cakes to taste I don't know which to start with, they say. But how ridiculous can it get, when so many don't even get to nibble on stale bread.

Tired! I shall stop thinking, my brain cells are giving way, giving way to the overcast black. It keeps things like eventual doom and the bane of mankind in its silver, glittery dinner clutch. Only the silver is engulfed in the glory of the darkness in tow, but yes, I am very sleepy!

Goodnight world, I'm counting on my eloquence in sleeptalking to convince shutterfly to work faster. Body repair time 10-2 here I come!

under a big umbrella

2006-11-17T22:10:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, it suddenly strikes me how beautiful a person can be. I suppose that's what they mean by inner beauty; it's something that emanates through skin and bone, it's a really really bright gem, that no age nor adversity can weather nor dull. Really! Sometimes it's just one simple action, or just one careless word, that can suddenly unveil that inner shine in people. I'm not exaggerating - when this happens, someone really starts to glow! It happens for me, at least.

I want to be someone like that! But I am more aware than anyone else how flawed I am, and sometimes flawed so badly that I feel so disgusted at and disappointed with myself. :( Contrast is especially evident when you are surrounded by so many shining gems! Sometimes I really wonder if this happens to everyone, or if I'm just the scum of society. :(

People say that experience toughens, but somehow it seems to be to have turned into an excuse for unkindness and suspicion. Euphemistically put, it's self-protection, and in a way, quite important in the modern society. But somehow, viewing others through such coloured lens, no matter how simple the deed is, compromises a lot on interpersonal relationships and trust. I suppose it depends on what you value more; the relationship or yourself.

I don't know why, I think I'm biased, but when someone shows that she doesn't trust anyone else, I feel as if I can't trust her myself.

But in the end, I think we're all just too sheltered! Perhaps I know too little, I am the sheltered one, I am the narrow-minded one! I admit, empathy is not one of my strengths, but sometimes, to me, rationalising just seems like such a clearcut path.

But ah! Would I know?

I just feel that sometimes, people shouldn't insist that they are in the right, just because they can, or have the authority to do so.

the korean wave!

2006-11-13T23:04:00.000+08:00

I didn't realise that I hadn't blogged for so long! But it comes so naturally to load youtube once I come online now, that I have no time for anything else at all, other than sleep, once the date on the clock changes.

Hope that the inspiration DBSK has brought to me isn't just another flash in the pan, and that I will eventually do something about singing and dancing and playing the piano and the guitar and all!

I came online today because I wanted to share about what I watched on Crossfire, a channel 8 talk-debate show, about han2 liu2, the korean wave (?). It's quite interesting how a DJ has written a book all about it, and they've studied it like the rise and fall of a country's economy, persay. With sine waves and bar charts and statistics and whatnots. A wave is successful when, because of the artistes, people are drawn to the country as it is itself; its history, its people, its language. Collaboration with a country's culutre, put concisely. The culture which Singapore does not have!

Evidently, I have to admit, I'm as much a victim of this new chao liu, as I have never been before. But yes! Korea has risen to a new height in my eyes! What used to be a crude and primitive sounding language is now the all-important key to unlocking the secret code all Korean stars manipulate, and what used to be sappy and wet (some of which still are, like winter sonata :/) have become COOL KOREAN DRAMAS (GOONG LOVEE!)! :D

Hey, even people like AJ (who have always laughed at us entertainment industry people) are becoming increasingly appreciative of the games/skills we can learn from these Korean shows! 'MANSEI!', she proclaims gleefully.

But looking at it objectively, it is really just like any other social phenomena, with its rises and falls, the push and pull factors, the reasons and effects and consequences!

There's a changing mindset nowadays, I suppose. I don't know if mine rebounds off anyone else, but to me, singing and dancing; performing on stage is definitely a talent. Unlike what one of the speakers on the show said, "He just has to sing a little song, and money comes falling in from the sky." (They were disucssing Rain's $888 tickets) I believe that a lot of hard work, sweat and effort goes into the whole performance. It's hours of backstage work just for those few minutes of glamour. Of which, we only see the few minutes on stage.

It's just like any other profession really!

But what really struck me is, there has been a tai liu, a ri liu, a han liu... will it ever be time for the xin liu?

Daddy happily says, "Oh then you go start la!"

Easier said than done, darlings!

I TOLD YOU!

2006-10-27T23:02:00.000+08:00

HAHA! I heard it on the radio today, and and and, I think, it's illegal for Australians to sing in the shower! XD Why, because singing in the shower, reading or dancing takes up 9% (or something) of the utilities bill and and and the country wants the people to save!

HAHAHA I know I'm very incoherent but I'm laughing I'm sorry but I just thought it was so cute! Heeheehee!

I TOLD YOU SINGING IN THE SHOWER WAS SOMETHING VERY SIGNIFICANT HAHAHA!

privilleged!

2006-10-24T22:18:00.000+08:00

Lately I've realised how privilleged I (we) really am (are), to have an education, not to have to work to feed a family at the age of 16, to be able to speak english, and chinese, and any other languages that come along, to have freedom, to have choice, to be able to do most of what I want. I mean, the greatest worry I can think of lately is, I haven't found my prom dress! How different this would be from a farmer's child, struggling under the scorching sun without the guarantee of even the next meal. And there I am again, complaining about how the maid puts bread with mayo. Hey, yuhui, be glad that you have something to eat!

Sometimes I wonder if I'm being too frivolous or superficial, wanting, wanting and wanting so much. (By the way, I think that's the problem with Singaporeans - we know too much (cosmopolitan global hub, huh), which is why we are always wanting so much, and we can never be content with what we have. Ignorance is bliss, yes?)

It's a good thing I decided to look for a job - because now when I look at something I see how many hours of work I have to complete to be able to afford it, and somehow, I become more careful with what I'm spending. Imagine, how many years have I been wasting my dad's hardearned money!

Ah, I think I can't look at something and not turn it into a complicated mess of strands of thought about life. You know, a mess, like a plate of tangled noodles!

Talent, I think, can actually be trained. DBSK started me thinking. The entertainment industry, if you look at it this way, is actually just another career venture, and success - worldwide fame, is just like success in the business world - a worldwide established MNC; in the legal world - a reputable lawyer; in the sporting world - gold medals and trophies. Simple as that, really! Media glorifies everything, but as princess' dad taught us, work is always only 20% interesting, no matter how much you love what you do. Artistes are selected when they are about 13, from where they undergo training, about 5 to 6 years, and when they debut, they are 'talented' and star material. It's just like a sportsman, who decides at the age of 13 that (s)he wants to do sports, and starts training.

But the more I watch DBSK, the more cheaty I think Taiwan bands are!
WATCH THEM SING WATCH THEM DANCE! Know and recognise how awe-inspiring they are! :D

Haha oh dear, like jiakang says, "Congratulations, you're a fan!"

This time I uh, don't deny! XD

timelessness.

2006-10-10T23:15:00.000+08:00

There are times where everything just seems to stop in its tracks - the wind freezes on your face, people turn into unmoving shadows, the clock and its tick-tocking fades into a steady note, and everything is so silent. So silent, all you can hear is your heartbeat, your thoughts, and that oh-so-silent and intense hum that you can only hear in perfect silence.

At times like this, I feel like I'm floating in a space somewhere above my head, watching motionless screenshots of the world, of women in business suits clacking hurriedly away on heels, of chatting students milling out of school gates, of angry bus drivers cursing at the jam.

I feel surreal.

You think it's immortalism, it's heaven, it's special - that for once, you are, perhaps, somewhere above life itself, that you've received some kind of enlightenment.

But I only, as usual, wake to find that the world has gone on without me, and the clock has mercilessly bulldozed yet another field of time.

Life never fails to disappoint - dragging everything back to reality, different from the innocence and purity of everything you wished for. ~~Man is inherently good, the world is naturally kind.~~

Sometimes I really don't know what to belive in; is optimism and pure trust really a good thing?

Perhaps that's why people always say that children are forced to grow up. Amongst other people, it is no longer a choice.

SINGAPOREAN THAT'S WHO WE ARE!

2006-10-03T20:09:00.000+08:00

I think I have the answer to the failure of Singapore's entertainment industry. Or our ability to retain our miniscule talent pool, to keep scholars within our nation's boundaries, to halt our falling birth rate - we have no culture whatsoever to speak of!

The more I think of it, the more I find it important - that a small country like us, who have not much more retentive power than a safe walk in the street at night, a guaranteed lack of protests or political unrest and good food (which amounts to quite a bit actually). We have no history! We have no han fuk no qi pao no sari no corset no bread pudding no bimimbap (or sth) no gou-bu-li-bao-zi no dim sum no burgers no eggs and bacon nothing! While here we are, calmly considering UK and US universities (last resort, NUS), people all around the world have never questioned going to a local university. Well, true, they have states to travel through, but, still! They are kept back by their language proficiency, by their lifestyle, by their natural sense of belonging.
In so many other countries, retaining our talent pool is not so much a problem, as hasn't been brought up at all. But in SINGAPORE! Oh they are trying, they are.

I suppose in the end we will all come back, but it's a matter of asking ourselves - why is Singaporean the only nationality who can get the best experience overseas?

We should have a royal family, we really should! And shoot a GOONG: The Singapore Edition.

HAHA my ulterior motive is revealed! :D
Shall go for dinner now, see you!

blog entry x

2006-09-27T15:51:00.000+08:00

I haven't blogged for quite some time! It's not because I've been busy, or that I've forgotten my url, but just - I've come, I've opened the blogthis! window, I've started typing... but somehow nothing much seems to come out, each time.

My english has really been detioriating (no such word as deproving, hm!) lately, along with the state of my brain. Horror of horrors, I have even started thinking in broken english! :/ My dreams of becoming Singapore's budding writer have all been dashed like a paper origami boat in the Sarawak rapids at high tide - all that's left of it are little white bits bubbling along and caught in dead leaves by the shore, rotten!

In my not-very-there attempts to create some meaning in my life, I have decided to pick up, one, a new language, two, a new instrument and three, a new skill. Considering that I've actually tried learning the first two, years ago, only to give them up for 'more interesting' materials (characteristic to me and my five minute attention span) they can't really be counted as new but - hey, at the end of this, I'll be one language, one instrument and one skill pro-er than I am now! :D

Wish me luck and um, perseverance! (And I rmb that time last year when I was so enthusiastic about the flute... haha!)

I never knew change could be overnight, but more and more people are proving that it's true. I suppose I can't ignore it anymore, especially when it seems to be happening to me too. Have we reached that stage where we are changing to stay fixed?

We are all growing up. Really, this time.

ABSTINENCE.

2006-09-18T23:27:00.000+08:00

is the key to success!

If you can abstain, you can succeed. It's all about the willpower, is it not! And today I've been a shining example of this precise virtue - while my family is immersed in GOONG happiness outside in the living room, I am here, in my room, stuck and lonely with philosophy wafting before my eyes, and in and out of my ears. YUHUI THE EPITOME OF SELF-CONTROL.

WAHAHAHA! wahahaha? :(

I think I may get rheumetism early :/ Sitting under the fan in a black tee and shorts with cold wing blow blow blowing against my legs last night was the first night I wore tracks! I think, when I'm old I will have a lot of problems, what with my hamstring and my back and my creaky knees and all that.

Creaky old lady I will be! :(

ALLRIGHT this is as far as I can abstain. AHHH GOONG!
Actually I don't really like it that much, well, at least, not in the way you think I do (I think), but I do like it quite a bit! If you get what I mean?

For those who don't know, Goong is a new Korean drama - now, before you hear 'korean drama', think of bae yong jun, cancer, plastic surgery and sappy lines, stop! and listen to me - about a young girl who marries into the modern Korean royal family. She is subjected to palace politics, rivalvry, conflicts (and all that) but somehow, meanwhile, manages to melt the cold prince's heart...

Um oh dear, okay, I don't think I make a very good synops-er. :/ Here, official website ! This should solve it. Or you could always dramawiki it. :)

Wikipedia, the answer to anything and everything!

Okay now, leave me to mull over my philosophy, and if you happen to be free, try to prod some of that floating philosophy bits into my head, because at the moment, it's not going in!

i need to work!

2006-09-13T17:48:00.000+08:00

I haven't blogged for nearly a week, it almost makes it seem as if I was too bogged down with work (as I may want you to believe) but hélas, non!

Well, actually, yes, I've been busy,

WATCHING TV! :D
(and youtube, if it counts)

It's been quite an eventful week, really, no matter the physical or the virtual. Netball trainings, netball carn, school, movies, WEI XIAO PASTA, class dinner, photos and all! But it seems a long time ago that I used my left brain...

I just can't seem to get down to doing math! The curly lines and d-axes of integration just seem to swim and melt into a pool :/ and all I can think of is, Did Noah and Ally end up together? Ally, say no, say no, don't marry that greasy black guy! Noah, RUN AFTER HER LA YOU!

and so on.

Of course, there is also the quest for the ideal holiday job. Do you know how much effort Jolyn and I are spending, just trying to find a job? (my fingers are crossed, here)

If you're someone out there who doesn't mind that we may be just a little talkative, klutzy and inexperienced, HIRE US! We're free Wed-Sun afternoons after 3pm and we promise, we're fast and dedicated learners, intelligent (hey, really!) and nimble (to jump over candlesticks)! :D

Preferably, the job should offer a three digit pay per hour (I mean, you do know who you're hiring, don't you xD), BUTbutBUT before you close this page, just um, five or six dollars would do, actually! :D

WE'RE FOR HIRE!!!!!

-and pasta!

2006-09-08T23:12:00.000+08:00

Frankly, all I want is to tell you is,

WATCH WEI XIAO PASTA!

Youtube is really wasting my (inexistant) life away :( and it doesn't help that sitting and gazing at the amoebic labtop for hours on end only gives me a sore bottom and watery eyes!

And then I walk around dreamy and delusioned for the rest of the day, thinking that some handsome rich boy in a suit (preferably branded, and white - BAI ma wang zi!) will drift into our ferny driveway, park a sleek convertible (a fancy sports car will do too, really) on our moss-covered courtyard, and sweep some pretty neighbour off her feet (all right before my scrutinising eyes, of course).

But I think it must be really fun! It's something I really want to try sometime while I'm still young - act as an extra in a TV show! :)

We are all allowed to dream! HAHA once 2A2B has established their singing career, my big break will come! 你们等着看吧! :D I HAVE FAITH IN YOU AHAHAHA! <3

Another thing. I always thought mandorock was very rare - but many occasions have proved me wrong. English jamming and Chinese jamming are the same, and equally cool, if you please! A difference in language doesn't change the universality of music.

One day perhaps I may have music of my own! PROUDLY, I would say. :D

That's why people say I'm a dreamer haha!

pancakes-

2006-09-08T23:00:00.000+08:00

Some people really like their names a lot! Well, so far, Nicolas Zhang has produced 2 albums (that I know of - pardon me, devout ZDL fans, for my ignorance), and their names are, first and second respectively,

首选张栋梁
主打张栋梁

Did you notice the common factor?
YES! HIS NAME! Brilliant; you're really sharp!

Well, he must really like his name a lot! :/

And so I have kindly proposed his third album's name for him - what a good deal! A clever name, and for free too!

PRESENTING TO YOU, ZDL's 3rd album... *drumroll*

又是张栋梁 !

(not forgetting the ever important element!)

Haha but this said, I think he has come a long way from the time when we all used to laugh at his shoulder-shrugging (like we now do for Kaira Gong :/) and pallor - expensive cars and suits and hairstyling really do the trick!

I don't feel guilty, because at least, I've always liked his voice, and, well, he does have a nice smile! :D

leadership - the one that floats!

2006-09-08T14:57:00.000+08:00

I think I learnt the most about leadership today, ironically! All along since Nard first sent us the email I thought it would be so meaningless and politically correct and detached, but it seemed very, well, fruitful!

Experience really leaves its impact only after you turn back and reflect, hmm.

Yeah, I learn the most when people share - 'cause I suddenly realise that there are actually so many other POVs that I never considered; I acknowledge the selflessness of other leaders; I re-evaluate my own judgment; I decide I should change for the better.

Leadership really picks out an individual's strengths and weaknesses and throws it straight in their faces - and then it's all up to how they want to manage it.

I recognise my weaknesses, finally. (And then it comes into play again and I make another mistake! when I can't seem to understand why others can't understand theirs :/)

It comes with needs, too.

It's not really affirmation in a glorious, hyped up way, but just, to be sure that your sacrifices have, at least, in the minutest way possible, contributed and served this organisation.

It's in the pyramid of needs, isn't it? Self-esteem and self-assurance. Sometimes being a leader also makes you strong, in the way that, sometimes you don't even get the last remaining bit of respect and recognition, but you learn to live with it.

Rank and titles don't mean anything at all, really! Though I'd never know if this was only something people who already have the positions say.

But to me, everyone is a leader - it's just a matter of when you're ready, and how apt your leadership is in that situation.

I think the worst is when, you know everything is falling apart, but you are helpless - no, in fact, you don't even want to move to piece it back together. As everyone else is.

So much for being a leader, hmm!

one advice

2006-09-07T13:56:00.000+08:00

choose only the one who can make you fall in love over and over and over again.

there were nine,

2006-09-02T22:47:00.000+08:00

and then there were six.

What can I say! It's not about the going, it's about the coming back.

And one day it'll all be our turns to fly off to a strange land,

and then how many will there be left?

MIMOSA PARK CONDO!

2006-09-01T23:37:00.000+08:00

Class Party today!

When I'm in denial I don't like to say things out! Somehow saying things out makes everything sound so much more concrete (as if I could pluck immortalised speech bubbles out of the air and carve them in stone), and I can no longer hide behind my curtain of delusion and kid myself that things will always be the way they are now.

But we are leaving soon!

And I don't really know what to say but, I LOVE ALL OF YOU :D and that, you were the best class I could have asked for, and really, I couldn't imagine s4 year without all of you; the silly jokes, the sleepovers, the teasing, the lunches, the photographs, anything and everything!

Secondary school has passed really fast - we're SIXTEEN can you believe it! And in 10 weeks, we'd be, in a way, non-rgs girls anymore.

Funny thing how 25 people can just click together when thrown to suffer together in a hotpot (aka rgs). But there you go, there you have fourfourteen! (:

l'avenir!

2006-09-01T23:23:00.000+08:00

Just finished reading 'The Undomestic Godess' and watching 'The Devil Wears Prada' - frankly, neither piece struck me as particularly astounding or memorable (As in, the sky didn't come crashing around my ears like it normally does when I read/watch something I really like) but! what really resonated with me was the issue about,

the busy life; the horrors of the hectic schedule!

It seems to me as if our path in life is, in a way, predetermined. Whether we were born smart, or to a rich or poor family, to a city dweller or to a rural farmer, to love to read, to eat our vegetables - just, everything! Because this leads to our education, our interests, and then our place in society - whether to cook and sew and iron and bake and have floury fingers or, to read contracts and draft proposals and leave coffee rings as dark as the shadows under our eyes on our tables!

I suppose the cases in the aforementioned books are extremists, like yijun says! But rgs life can sound suspiciously similar in some ways, so much that I begin to wonder - when our little, seemingly chaotic bubble is burst, how much worse can it get? 16 year olds can already have their handphones ringing, smses coming, emails sending 24h through - what would it be like then, out there in the corporate world!

AIYAH! I was thinking... :/ It's quite scary to grow up! (One day, we will all find the answers to our questions, and laugh at our innocence and gullibility that we lost with age and experience. Hm, the question to ask then, would be - woe or joy?)

We've all been proud of our education - funny thing; but in the end, who is it who survives when thrown on a deserted island? The lawyer famous for her rubber eggs, or the cook who speaks in broken english?

ode to pluto

2006-08-27T22:23:00.000+08:00

Everything that we've known since young, everything familiar to us, is disappearing.

I'm not just talking about pluto, (not that he isn't important) of course!

And then, I suddenly remember my still unsurpassed pluto joke - at one point in time, I would tell it to everyone and anyone I saw on the street. I tell you, it was I who made this joke famous!

Why did Mickey Mouse go to space?
Ans: To search for Pluto!

Never underestimate the juniors! :D

On another note, if you read today's zaobao, there's an article in the main section - research has shown that tall people are smarter and will earn more! On average, anyone above 4 feet will earn 10% more (or sth like that), and perhaps (but I can't really remember) it increases proportionately to your height.

Hee! Finally an advantage other than being able to reach into the inner (or upper) depths of the library shelves, or being the oh-so-honourable one called upon to pull down OHP screens!

haTHMAnds!

2006-08-27T16:50:00.000+08:00

I now have, beside me, a stack of rough paper as thick as my thumb, scribbled front back side upside down twice over all in f(x)s and dee axes and whys and powers and,

oh my finger really hurts!

when I write too much a little plateau forms on the index finger of my right hand - because of the way I hold my pen, I suppose. It's been appearing for so many years, but it still never fails to fascinate me! Imagine a curve of deex/deey of positive 2 rising gradually to a maximum point of pokey skin 7/10 across the domain and sliding to a point of inflexion, all on your finger! Perhaps they should confiscate my finger during math SA - for all you know, it's just the answer the challenge question is looking for.

Meanwhile, my nail tries hard to follow the undulations of the flesh. (See, I told you, it's not because I can't cut in straight lines!)

You must wonder why there aren't dents in my pen, seeing how hard I grip them. :/

But really, I have so many bruises in the queerest spots all over my right hand! There's the part between my thumb and index finger - loose skin that stretches taut when you reach out, like the webs between ducks' toes, there's my plateau-ed index finger, there's the bulbous fourth finger (I have to get larger rings just to get it over that bump by my nail!) and the sore pinky!

Haha bulbous sounds like an onion, and purple like a radish; I have a farm growing on my right hand!

There are pianists' hands, rickshaw pullers' hands, homemakers' hands, construction workers' hands, baby's hands. Is there space for a writer's hands?

eeeeks!

2006-08-26T22:12:00.000+08:00

... I'll never get my math done at this rate. :(

SIX DOWN four more to go!

the fool.

2006-08-26T22:07:00.000+08:00

You're right - I think I should stop thinking that I'm infallible, that I'm the one wrongly accused.
I'm human; I'm young; I err; I'm like a sandcastle!

Perhaps that's what everyone's been trying to tell me so far - that the problem lies with me, sometimes. Well, I've realised (finally!) that, you're right!

I don't think she'll ever read this though, not after the last incident. :/

But I just wanted to say, even though perhaps our personalities don't really click (I still think they don't, not really :/) but I think I see (finally!) that there are lots of reasons behind what you've done.

And there's so much that you've done for us, all three of us. (:

But there are still some things that I can't accept and I hope you'd understand too!

I'm sorry for being so hot-headed and emotional never listening and spouting words without thinking and being so immature and all!

It's a bridge that we have to build and it may take some effort and courage and admittance but if we both reach our fingers out it will definitely touch, no matter how far the distance is! (this makes me sound silly oh dear!)

I have taken too many things for granted - I will not take YOU for granted!

I haven't said it for so many years (and I think I'll still feel awkward saying it before you) but I LOVE YOU, I really really really do!

I think I've learnt a lot of things recently ( but none of it is about higher derivatives and how to draw flawless graphs :( ) - funny thing is, it's never direct - someone else has to teach me something about someone.

When the waves come, frothy and salty, they recede and leave nothing but scattered patterns of sand in the - well, more sand - I'm still left, desperately convincing myself that I'm that grand castle that once stood so tall.

I AM HERE TO BLOG.

2006-08-25T22:00:00.000+08:00

hello i am here to blog!

i am feeling a little dazed from the exams
or maybe it's because
today i slept four hours, no,
four plus four equals eight hours
for a third of a day.

(the equal sign =
reminds me of
you tiao two fried,
wheat,
sticks.)

oh dear
i've been sleeping for
a third of my life?

haha eight hours
like seven eight nine
like seven ate nine
like ate hours
physics ATE my hours!
hahahahaha,
i laughed.

silly!

physics paper was easy
enough to fail
i am worried!
not because it was hard, but
because it was easy.

silly!

i am sorry
i am not trying to write a
modern poem
or trying to
break
the convention

i am just a little
drained
like rain disappearing into
roadside longkangs,

really la!
i just don't want to
think.

do you think, (think!)

is it the exams
or is it because of the
eight (ate?)
hours?

my mind has been reduced to scary simplicity; the whole of today i've been thinking in imperatives, it's really a wonder i can still speak in coherent sentences! TUMMY GRUMBLES. BRAIN SAYS HUNGRY. EAT. EYES CLOSE. BRAIN SAYS TIRED. SLEEP. EAR ITCHY. BRAIN SAYS ITCHY. SCRATCH.

do you think i will get marked down for using inaccurate grammar and abusing my capitals in my phsyics paper? :/

see what exams do to you! and only four days at that :/ can you imagine i would be reduced to if i had to take the Os - DAYS AND DAYS on end sounding perfectly like the part of a gibbon!

eh. that's about all for today.

oh yes! and hee hee, DIMSUM IS YUMMY!

green-faced!

2006-08-20T20:23:00.000+08:00

Why do you torture me by spewing everything I ever wanted (since I was primary three and learnt to string sentences together) in brutal photographs across the net? Slashing me with torment so bad I am not so much unfocused as repelled (pun not intended) from my copius electromagnetism notes.

Ahhhhh; this is a personal attack! (or so I wished)

Jealousy is the murderer of (wo)man (and her grades).

(Focus, yuhui, focus! -I plead desperately)

I WANT!

WOWWWW!

2006-08-19T21:33:00.000+08:00

Today was a day when I really understood what the meaning of a limitless sky, or, (apologies to my chinese teachers!) one mountain is higher than the other.

As one prize winner after the next went up the stage, I felt increasingly miniscule and insignificant, really! I've always been feeling special in my little circle of friends (because I suppose we all choose communities we feel special in) but maybe it's only because I know so few people, everyone's special to everyone! And then you look at the people going up again and again to shake hands, receive prizes (that get bigger and bigger) and you really wonder, what is it that makes you seem any more special than the man walking in the street?

(Being able to wear no. 1, receiving curious stares and having people clamouring to take your photo, maybe! xD)

I suppose it's a RGS girl thing - to want to be better than the layman. And now I realise how true it is, when numerous guest speakers come to our school to say, "how honoured I am to be here amongst the most sterling girls in the nation".

I will miss RGS, actually! It took me 4 years to realise that I've been taking everything for granted - the school environment, the people around me, the sheer briliance of everything. And how privilleged all of us are to just be in this school.

I used to think only RGSNCC was special (and muttered things about the school under my breath because we always thought they hated us x) ) but now I realise, everyone has a different experience to speak of, and no one's is better than anyone else's!

We have all really come a long way!

And it's time I stopped living my own life and opening my eyes to see, how big the world really is!

Kudos to all those people who seem so ordinary, mild and pleasant in school and then going out there into the world to carve your name into the sky, that everyone shares.

All of you awe me, really! Of course, the best thing that came out of today was, (besides the food - YUMMY CHOCOLATE DOUGHNUTS) I now feel so inspired to work hard for my EOIs YAY! :D

i-get-to-be-special-because day! :D

2006-08-14T20:03:00.000+08:00

note: here's a brainless post for you yi-jun! xD

Today is a SPECIALSPECIAL DAY because, just because! Please do prepare yourself for a torrent of happy, rambling -well, rambles (is there such a word? xD) !

First, I woke in the morning to find my phone overflowing with little virtual envelopes - NEW MESSAGES THAT MADE ME SMILE so much that I broke into inexplicable silly grins while trying to pin my hair in the car; daddy thought I had fallen in love - radiant, smiling secretly to myself, being such a klutz (more than usual, so he claims) but NO (I can count the number of boys I know off my fingers, thank you very much) it's only because,

IT'S THE FOURTEENTH OF AUGUST! :D

Second, our partas surprised us in the hall gallery (where they pump :/) with candles and bears and black boxes (and icing and a super long marshmallow for me)! :)
I'd always wanted to do that close-your-eyes-take-my-hand thing and we finally got to do it today YAY! Partas are super sweet just like the icing they gave haha! xD

Third, my IDOLS (and fellow no.2 fan) SANG ME A BIRTHDAY SONG AHHH and I got to eat a huge QUARTER of a yummy yummy mango cake! (Jolyn I didn't eat that many pieces of mango cake that day, just one more cube than you! xP) I LOVE ALL OF YOU muchly I'm sure you know it! :D

Fourth, I got lots of random wishes from randomnest people, and I was quite really bursting inside, just because they remembered! :D YOU ALL MADE MY DAY THANK YOU MUCHLY MUACKS hahaha! Though I may sound quite collected and calm over MSN or through smsing or sth, I was actually grinning incontrollably to myself on the other end x)

Fifth, I musn't forget the people who wished me pre-fourteenth! To my lovely birthday promoter, Nerry - YOU ROCK! :D To les 27, MERCI BCP, BISOUS A TOUS! To rach and tom, love you! :) You were the first people who started me on the silly grinning spree!

All in all, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO MADE 14/8/2006 SUCH A WONDERFUL DAY :D !!!!!!! -grins silli-ly

Thank you to all of you for making me smile :) esp platmates and 2A2B and DEBY and everyone! :D Haha though the world didn't erupt in confetti and celebration and birthday wishes didn't fall from the sky, it still felt like such a blessed birthday.

Like dong ms hk said, sixteen is the age!

Not really sure what it means, actually, but it sounds appropriate! (:

MEANWHILE,

There were people telling me to treasure my last hour of being fifteen, telling me to treasure my first hour of being sixteen, telling me to treasure my youth, telling me to treasure my happiness - treasure anything and everything!

After all, there is only ONE fourteenth of august every year, and only ONE fourteenth of august two thousand and six! Being sappy as I am I shall tell you to, then, treasure every day in your life because it only happens that one time! BUT of course, the fourteenth of august is still the MOST SPECIAL of every special day. (:

HOPE EVERYONE BORN TODAY HAS A WONDERFUL WONDERFUL BIRTHDAYYYYY!!! :D

up? or down?

2006-08-12T20:30:00.000+08:00

Why do I go out of my way to to be less guillible, to learn faster, to gain more exposure, to be more worldy, to grow up? When in the end everyone has to grow up, and so many struggle against the quicksand of age? It's funny really, that while everyone's eagerly making decisions to prepare themselves for the future, they neglect what they have, just being young.

And just like every other time, we only realise what we have missed when the show has moved on and we can no longer rewind.

I can think of no other word to descibe entering the flow of growing up than, swallow.

Why is it, that when you grow up, you lose so many endearing qualities - innocence, trust, faith, simple love - but still people choose to trust adults? Adults who cheat, who lie, who hide black hearts - once blank canvas paper, stained and dog-eared.

I'm being as incoherent as ever but -
sometimes I really wonder if I'm just being really selfish - because whether it's because of scholarship opportunities, or to make me learn to stop STOP! taking things for granted - it's all about me. But then again I shouldn't kid myself that I make such a big difference in people's lives, should I?

I've never been this confused before - so much that it carries on till after the decision has been made!

I really hate being fickle-minded you know! :(

pour être un poèt.

2006-08-11T23:48:00.000+08:00

It's a feeling you get when you stumble across something so early in the morning that the moon is all sparky and alive, fresh from sleep. And then you realise that halfway across the world someone else's moon is rubbing her eyes hazily, as light reaches across the sky like pale cherry blossoms.

And there are eyes that are open, and draw you into the pits of their depth only to spit you out at the turn of a corner, because you're the wrong colour, or you can't ride a bike the way they do - one wheel up and the gear off to the left. It's your sensitivity of beauty (or lack of), and well,

You simply don't belong.

There are green eyes and blue eyes and brown eyes and broken eyes; and when you look up the mirrored peach-rimmed, almond-shaped eyes seem so distant, trivial and mocking,

As if they aren't your own.

You've been in someone else's eyes, just by reading someone else's poetry.

Who ever said poetry doesn't come in paragraphs?

2006-08-10T16:24:00.000+08:00

I always wondered why I could see all the strengths and weaknesses in other people and then have trouble seeing my own.

As they say, pang2 guan1 zhe3 qing1.

I always wondered how people could be so selfish and unfair.

Because everyone was wrong in thinking that giving the dog a bone would keep it quiet, only to have it turn around and bite you after it's done. Like how a policy of appeasement could have caused WW2, huh?

But then again, who am I to comment, being something like that too- right?

colour-crisis?

2006-08-10T16:18:00.000+08:00

Recently I've been very confused -and when I don't put my mind to things I realised I can be very easily influenced o.O

Part Cs, for example, have succeeded in thoroughly convincing me that my favourite colour is yellow.

It's so bad that it could be classified under the same degree (you know, like burns - first degree: mildly red, second degree: red and swollen and er well, so on) as an identity crisis or sexual inclination or something (this should be eighteenth degree for the eighteenth level in hell! :/), because it's seriously made me confused! It's a COLOUR CRISIS AHHH and it goes something like this -

yuhui: "but I don't like yellow!"
platmates: "then what colour do you like?"
yuhui: "oh that's simple, I like yel- eh wait a minute *lapses into momentary bewilderment* - huh? but I don't like yellow!"

And it doesn't help that I am yellow to begin with (piah is black and siti is brown!).

But O-K-A-Y I must make this clear to myself and everyone! Yuhui likes ORANGE and BLUE, and anything pretty and er, ah, gah, grrr, okay, fine! the company wins -

- yellow!

ORD - it's goodbye!

2006-08-06T17:51:00.000+08:00

Oh no, I was so enthralled by the dinner I'd forgotten to blog about the parade, but I'm exhausted for words now - did you see how long the previous entry was!!! - so I shall be brief!

Cool, but the bangs were, um. Room for improvement?
There was that funny, hollow feeling when they turned their heads at pandan kekan .
Thought Part C did the long da-hu-lu command well!
Funny girl who gave us more funny looks when reporting.
Ma'am & her utterly adorable baby! :D
Company songs and many many photos.

The space that was the afternoon.
DINNER! :D

LOVE THE COMPANY!

As of now I'm still too excited from last night - funnily enough, goodbye hasn't occured to me yet. Maybe when I leave RGS at the end of the year, then the tears will come.

Funny funny Part Cs funny!

is there love tonight!

2006-08-06T17:41:00.000+08:00

I think there's something wrong with me - it hasn't really sunk in that we've ORD-ed yet! :/ Even after writing goodbye cards 27 times over and all -

why!

In denial, yuhui!

But it's all gone by in a blur, except that, I know, yesterday was, as far as I can remember, the best day of my life. We all felt so utterly loved; it was like floating on a bliss balloon - that hot, heady sensation all over again!

well, essentially, THANK YOU PART Cs for the wonderfulwonderful ORD! :D

Let's do it all from the start. All 7 of us in the car with an amused and harrassed daddy - late, but no, it wasn't because we were doing presents, really! And when we reached, something black (a part c!) ran by us, shouting "They're here!" frantically and disappearing into the shadows. We unloaded, and pottered around with all our presents, then realised we had no idea where we were going.

After a little stroll, where Zerui put on her sunglasses and tried to walk in a straight line (though she couldn't see anything before her) we turned around to find two Part Cs fighting at the guard house o.O when they saw us they stopped, walked to us, nearer, and nearer, and then... they walked past us. And we stood there staring at them dumbly until one of them suddenly realised and asked us to follow. The other one was still walking somewhere ahead, oblivious. Funny Part Cs!

Our escorts were really hilarious, they just pottered off and never turned to see if we were following - we couldn't walk as fast because of all the bulky things - and kept disappearing! Then they would suddenly sprout out from the shadows behind us, and lead us to the wrong place and haha!

Then it was the GOH- WAHHHHHHH! There's no other word apt enough! It was yellow and orange and purple all down the bridge, across the walkway, into this little pavillion, and the banner -! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! We literally stopped in our tracks and just stood there, gaping. I can imagine how silly it must look, now! xD

PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN, ORD 2006!

Lots of photos, with the banner and our BK crowns and PartDs06! Then dinner -

I remember clearly that there was a lot of pasta involved - both normal spaghetti, lasagne, and the special 6 strands of really skinny, black er, noodle, haha! Part Cs must wear shower caps when they cook, oh, and my mother always recommended protein shampoo - it reduces hair loss.

There was lots of food! And nice plates that said 'no more food' at the bottom - wasn't that cute! :D Orange juice with a spoon and seafood chowder and fish balls and garlic bread and lasagne and creamy spaghetti and tomatoey spaghetti and pizza and muffins and brownies and ice cream! I thought of putting hair in that list too, because it made up considerable parts of our dinner :/ HAHA!

*edit - (because I'd forgotten about it just now) Oh but I need to complain - they didn't bother about our requests at all (except for ge's orange drink) THERE WAS NO CHAR KUAY TEOW can you imagine! *

The only word to describe the dinner is, exciting. Flying toothpicks, crunchy spaghetti, hairy everything and lurking waiters - Part Cs who lurked around the table, and once you put your cutlery down, a hand appears and zoom! there goes your plate!

... funny, right!

Then the concert - Part As' currybean (did I spell it right?) Part B's sparrow and turner and Part Cs' fish and chips, hook and crook and the gay crew! xD And then our terrible singing, during which the company looked utterly bored - but our company lies very well, you should have heard the volume of their clapping and the appreciative look on their faces after our last note ended. Haha again!

And then comes part three, the presents! That was the worst time of the evening, because I felt so utterly undeserving and helpless - I couldn't find anything else to say except an as-sincere-as-possible 'thank you', that felt cheesier and cheesier the more I said it. :(

I feel as if I haven't spent enough time with Part Bs and Cs - and that I totally don't deserve the effort they put into making all the lovely presents!

After yesterday night, I came up with the conclusion that Part Cs are arty (the banner and skulls!), Part Bs are lit-ty (the poem and all the meanings behind each present) and Part As are simply cute (other s4s get one bottle, our NCOs get 2!)! :D

My favourite present of all was the 10km long scroll (okay, fine, I'm exaggerating) :D
I now have so many presents I had to clear a cabinet so that everything would have its own space!

We gave our Part As our overdue hugs and tried to say inspirational things and all, but after a while I really didn't know what to say - we've said so much to them over the year, and at that point of time there were just so many things I felt like saying but I just didn't know how to put it all into words! It would have been the same thing if I could just give them my heart at that moment :)

It was a fantastic night, and all I wanted to do at the end of it was to sit and soak in everything - from the happy laughter to the rich chocolate brownies to the colourful presents to the bright, dark night sky - thank you lots lots Part Cs! Now it's time for them to treasure their last year in RGSNCC(land).

And then it suddenly occurs to me how fast four years seem to have been when it's over!

I JUST FEEL SO LOVED! :D

last training, tomorrow.

2006-07-30T23:27:00.000+08:00

Well, the title says it all! But somehow it doesn't seem so important and big and all-encompassing when it's down on paper - or in type, for that matter.

Simply because, this time, it's our last last training. In a way, the previous 'last training's were effectively incorrect, because there was always a next 'first training'.

But this time, there won't be any more.

Time really flies, doesn't it? First missing being a Part A, where you are always forgiven for being the youngest in the company, then a Part B, honeymooning, then a Part C, then a part, then being in RGSNCC altogether.

The vastness of everything only occurs to you when you're just about to step down! And then I've realised how I've been taking everything for granted - that we'd have unlimited time with our NCOs, with our part, with our platmates.

Ah, but I shall leave my soppy thoughts for ORD! (:

Our true last last training! I suppose it would be better if we didn't have any expectations?

heady! and blueblack-ed fingers :(

2006-07-29T23:16:00.000+08:00

Heady do you remember heady?

I'm not very good with words I think, I think, I think I'm shy! :/ But I just felt like saying,

I LOVE PARTAAAAAS A LOT A LOT xeternity

:D

it's okay even if our fingers turn blue-black from all that twisting and wiring, just hope they'll like the present haha! :D

it's the thought that counts, right!

wham-

2006-07-28T23:17:00.000+08:00

It's been so long since I was last at the doctor's, I can barely remember what it's like to be really sick. I suppose it's fair then - it's time the sickness bug came knocking. Losing your voice and breath periodically isn't very healthy, I think. But somehow I can't seem to fall sick enough to justify an MC, so I will just have to remain long-suffering and self-piteous, haha!

And the worst thing is, I now know the true meaning of double whammy - triple, quadruple even. Quintuple! (or however you spell it) There's a distasteful, clogged, queasy feeling all over - in my throat, in my head, in my heart.

And it's at a time when everything is turning topsy-turvy.

In 8 days we'll be stepping down. But the soup seems to have just chosen to start boiling.

Escapism isn't a solution; to fly, we have to have resistance. It's at a time like this when you have to summarise everything you know about life,

It goes on.

childish maturity?

2006-07-25T23:19:00.000+08:00

Don't people always say, age desensitizes, age matures and age censors. Funny thing is, the older I grow, the more I seem to take to soppy things! :X

Fairytales and cheesy endings and being romantic and roses and heart-shaped chocolates and candlelit dinners and fireworks and fountains and the eiffel tower all seem to take on different meanings now! I still remember when I would stare for long hours at idol drama screeshots only to burst out laughing at how a mushy line fell flat like roti prata. I'm still skeptical, sometimes, but it's a treat to just indulge in and believe in the unbelievable once in a while!

Or maybe it's the influence of the people around me haha! But sometimes I just feel so blissful and loved - the sky's a perpetual blue that smiles and the air just seems so fresh and, happy! There'll be a little skip to my walk, I'll smile to myself subconsciously, helplessly, and people will give me funny glances along the corridors but I don't care because I'm happy! :D Or I'll just stand awkwardly, weight on one foot, drawing circles on the floor with my other toe. Eyes cast down, seemingly calmly, while thoughts are running haphazardly up down right left zig-zag through my head. Or maybe there's nothing in my head at all, just lots of heady air! It must be pink and fluffy, that air. Heady!

Yes I'm sorry that this post has no coherence whatsoever but it's YOUR FAULT for making me heady! HAHA and so I shall dedicate this post for ALL OF YOU WHO MAKE ME HEADY! Platmates and partAAAAbcs and fourteeners 2A2B and rgUGlies and YMEP and everything and everything and everything all over again! :D

See, pink and fluffy - that's you!

stranger stranger on the wall!

2006-07-21T22:44:00.000+08:00

To you, to myself, to everyone, I admit, that I've been talking about the minutest, least expected things - just for the sake of talking - to just about everyone I see! I'm sorry if I've been bothering you by talking too much, or if I'm scaring you by being super-friendly all of a sudden.

If you don't see no difference, then, well, praise be! :D
But let me explain.

I don't know which day it happened, but there I was, and there suddenly I felt this inexplicable sense of urgency, like an unexpected thunderstorm - no, more of that annoying rain that's half-there and half-not, but tickles you queasy all the same, and puddles in your head to leave you just as bewildered and frustrated as ever.

It suddenly occured to me, how, when I looked around the room, I saw so many potential strangers. Then I just felt like walking around the room and patting everyone on the head. And well I did, and at that moment, I made my decision.

Everything only occurs to me when there's almost no time to rectify - I don't have much time, but here I am, trying to play a superhero and turning every friend into a confidant overnight. My slogan would be I friend you! and I will be special because I choose to wear my underwear on the inside of my costume.

Joey said something during ytd's GM, and it's been floating around in my mind like a ghost or something, insubstantial but very important when it appears. It was like this, to some extent,

"I have learnt from being a leader that, before you expect others to open up to you, to share their problems and vulnerabilities (so you can solve them together), you have to open up first, and make yourself vulnerable, first."

And it shook me quite badly, because I realised how true it was, and how terribly it ran against my prevalent and fundamental understanding of being strong. It was so simple, so obvious, but somehow I never got the message. Perhaps forever trying so hard not to cry, to show any sign of emotion or to be the one with the perpetual smile isn't the solution to being the pillar of strength - instead of turning to you because you're the only one not crying, people turn away because they think you don't understand.

I promise, I would cry with you if you wanted me to.

You may not believe me, and you may have always thought otherwise, but really, I treasure, remember and think about everything everyone says. I don't know, and possibly will never know, whether others said what they said in a moment of spite, of anger, of carelessness, of sloth or apathy, but I know that it mattered and matters to me. Blame it on my self-consciousness if you wish (Funny really, because I know I'm self-conscious, and so do people close to me, but all along I have tried to pretend I was/am not.)

I don't know if this counts as an emotional dilemna, or an angsty struggle to find who I really am, but I'm clear of my sincerity to make you a true friend. :)

I'm just really afraid that I will leave RGS as a stranger, and be forgotten the next day as the girl who barely spoke to you, and never ever made an impact in your life.

I don't know why I'm so afraid!

my day of laughter II

2006-07-17T22:40:00.000+08:00

The next morning, I woke up and immediately regretted staying up - having to face the first day of the week with telltale eyebags and a heavy head. Even before school started, Yi-Jun told me "You look really tired", and I thought, today would be just another boring day.

BUT THEN I decided to ask Jolyn about our "combined birthday party" and somehow along the way, we managed to loop Tom (fellow august baby!) in and spent a quarter of math laughing convulsedly at the most ridiculous party ideas ever. At some point of time we were delighted with the theme of "Sunshine" and the colour code of yellow and orange. Yellow and orange costumes, yellow and orange games, yellow and orange food - briyani and pineapple rice and orange jelly and sunny-side-ups! :D

Another theme we considered was "Goldilocks and the Three Bears", us being the three bears, and with a constant free-flow of porridge.

In the end everyone concluded that we would have a total of 3 people at our party. Jolyn would bring Tom and I; Tom'd bring Jolyn and I; I'd bring Tom and Jolyn, and together we would sit around a big cake and sing ourselves birthday songs.

I thought that was really funny, haha!

And then we had the funniest philosophy lesson ever, laughing at the eternally beautiful AJ and donkey's and jacq the duck's ingenious comments. I don’t know what happened after Mr Lau left, except that I suddenly found myself next to Yi-Jun, pulling on the door handle with all my might, defending against I-have-no-idea-what, while Pok and Jacq frantically tugged at the other door, and Yi-Jun screamed hysterically in my ear.

A little while later I realized what they were all seemingly terrified of.

IT WAS AN AJ! AHHHHH!

The next thing I remember, we were all collapsing on the floor, ailed by laughter. My sides hurt for the whole block after that, and I had to try my best not to laugh when Jolyn went through the party ideas we came up with during philo, with Tom.

It’s quite incredulous really, that sometime during philosophy, we considered being party planners for life.

But I’M SUPER EXCITED LA! I wonder what our first combined birthday party will be like! :D

And then in the afternoon there was training. We were quite disappointed at first, but when we finally settled down to talk, what with Sashimi and Part As around, we couldn’t keep a straight face for long. Today we talked ABOUT our Part As! :D Love them to bits!

Meanwhile, Part Bs were modeling in the background, so while we waited for Part As to mull over our questions, we could laugh at SN’s reactions to her Part Bs’ expert modeling. Haha! I thought JUMPING SUPERHEROES was super cute, we should try it on the whole company during last training!

Since when did Shu Ning become a superhero?

Goodness, what is the world coming to?

HAHA and so concludes my day of LAUGHTER! :D I'm sure I'm much healthier after today, thanks to everyone who contributed to a smile on my face. And all the while, I simply hoped that I'd make you laugh by sharing what made me laugh.

SPREAD THE LOVE!

my day of laugher I

2006-07-17T21:38:00.005+08:00

I've been laughing so much today I nearly got face cramps; since the clock struck 12am this morning, there has been a neverending stream of funny-things!

First it was the ridiculous msn conversations with vaneh and tom. I was ready to sleep at 2330h, but spent the next one hour oogling at my luminiscent computer screen and bursting into periodical fits of laughter. Somehow I managed, all the while trying to stifle the sounds so I wouldn't scare anyone pottering around the house.

You see, my recent infatuation is with whistling. I am now determined to be able to whistle a tune by the end of the year, or asap. Advertisement in the form of my msn personal message drew me a personal shifu called Vaneh, who kindly taught me the formula of whistling.

I can't say I'm a very able disciple, though. As of now, my skills are limited to making a sound that sounds like an aeroplane toilet flushing.

- antisepti: u try sticking ur tongue against ur lower set of teeth
- antisepti: shape ur lips to a rounded shape
- antisepti: then blow
yuhui- : that's what i'm doing to make the flushing sound
- antisepti: AHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Isn't there some unwritten rule that teachers must never laugh at their pupils?

And here it is, the well-kept secret to whistling that you have all been waiting for:

- antisepti: keep ur tongue there!
- antisepti: maybe u have to get ur lips to go down
- antisepti: "go down"
- antisepti: as in make urself look like an ape
- antisepti: and blow ur air fast and hard
- antisepti: PUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
- antisepti: make the opening of ur mouth smaller if the need arises

So there I was, at 12am, face lit up with the light emanating from the computer screen, looking like something that just stepped out of Ju-On, and I'm just staring at the computer trying to imitate an ape and laughing when I make shrill notes.

In response to the shifu's advice, I sprouted the most intelligent thing that occured to me at that moment.

yuhui- : AHAHAHAHHA
yuhui- : I CANT WHISTLE LA I'M LAUGHING TOO HARD
- antisepti: LOL

Of course, being the responsible shifu she was, she decided to modify the method to suit her disciple's needs...

- antisepti: got another method
- antisepti: u know when u gurgle?
- antisepti: do the same sound but make ur mouth smaller

...only to admit defeat to the incapability of this very student,

- antisepti: the next time i see u then teach u la
- antisepti: u need extra attn (x

who has continuously been offering astounding revelations and the wittiest retorts such as,

yuhui- : AHAHAHAHAHHA
yuhui- : OH NO MY MUMMY ALWAYS SAYS YOU SHOULDN'T LAUGH TOO MUCH AT NIGHT BECAUSE YOU WONT BE ABLE TO SLEEP PROPERLY
yuhui- : AHAHAHHAHA
yuhui- : AHAHAHAH THE GURGLING ONE IS EVEN FUNNIER
yuhui- : I TRIED IT
yuhui- : AHAHAHAA

but the vaneh in her had to surface, and to my horror, MY SHIFU HAD BEEN BLUFFING ME!

- antisepti: LOL
- antisepti: relax
- antisepti: ur damn funny la
yuhui- : i'm just doing what you told me o.O
- antisepti: haha the gurgle one was rubbish
- antisepti: it doesnt work

But there I was, continuing to delude myself.

yuhui- : well if i blow fast and hard i make an EVEN LOUDER flushing sound :D
yuhui- : is that an improvement?

Her response,

- antisepti: hahahahahahahhaahhah

Before I went to bed, she left me with an awe-inspiring statement, (fine, two statements)

- antisepti: actually whistling is a skill that can be mastered
- antisepti: nobody is born to be able to whistle

And so goes the last words of the world's reowned whistling shifu, Vanessa Liu.

There's more about the coolest, latest slang i.e. the Breaking of Convention of the expression zomg to the word "zong" (pronounced the way it looks) in another conversation with Tom, but I think that this is enough yuhui-nonsense for now.

This post goes out to all whistling-aspirers! WHEN THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAY.
Let's all step up on our whistling efforts, and bring music to the world!

I am like an egg.

2006-07-16T13:15:00.000+08:00

I think I'm like an egg. Hard on the outside, so that if I stand tall, puff my chest out and stick my chin high, worries and sorrows would just seemingly bounce off my tummy to the other end of the universe.

But shells are porous.

Do you think people take the happy for granted? When someone radiates cheerful waves throughout the day, people often get the impression that she has no troubles; her journey in life has always been smooth. Then they snap and her and say, you don't understand, you probably haven't been through anything like what I'm going through before. And they just want to wipe that annoying, perpetual smile off her face. You blissful idiot.

Then, won't happy people be hurt three times as much? Once for the sorrows everyone shares, twice for having to convince themselves to be happy, and thrice for being accused for being happy. Once, twice, three times over.

It must be easy to be sad, then, you must think.

The egg is soft, liquid, gooey and all confused inside. It's partly a bird, a mind, partly nutrients and food, partly just plain water. Whether it's cold or warm outside, it's just a matter of what is compromised. Whether the mind lives, or dies.

There's a lot it wants to say, but never dared to. It's a treasure chest without a lock or a key; unless you break it, it will never in its life let you in.

But in the end, maybe I'm not so much of an egg.

assassin.

2006-07-14T22:20:00.000+08:00

Jerry did not know how to count. One, two, three, up to nine, on his fingers, only because no one had ever taught him how to. Not that he needed to, besides, he had always been told that true men did not have to count. The first was always the worst, but then everything else was the same after that - the second, the third, the fourth, the hundredth. There was the resonating thunder of power and the heat-swollen, hole-ridden heart and everything else physical. At first he tried to keep count, but he ran out of fingers and toes and noses and anyway, true men didn't count.

It was the nature of it all. He couldn't grasp the concept of anything going past nine. In his mind, there was never a ten, because he knew only to count to nine. In a way it kept him innocent, he was forever new to the job because he was forever at nine. In a way it made him more careful and more aware, and when the hot blood stained his wrist it was only victory if he could count to nine.

Nine it was, that drew his sword, nine that sank into his skin. Nine, because of a moment of carelessness that swallowed ten into another world. Nine, because he had five fingers on his left hand, and four on this right.

True men didn't need to count. You were dead before you could finish.

counting.

2006-07-14T21:59:00.000+08:00

I've been considering moving to livejournal.com but then again I'd spent a friday afternoon and many braincells and exasperated sighs on this layout so I thought I should do justice to my effort!

Hahaha I'm considering making another bold move away from familiarity, am I not (from trusty blogger who has accompanied me through my secondary school years) It's actually just because LJ has that cool thing called an LJ cut! :D

OKAY> If I go to Hwa Chong I shall use my LJ pumpkinmint if I don't I shall stay here!

handmaids gahh.

2006-07-14T01:17:00.000+08:00

Literature test tomorrow, and I've just condensed our one term's worth of lessons into a 6h revision session! :D

After running around in circles for 10 weeks, copying off the brilliant, gift-from-heaven-to-lit-students www.sparknotes.com was very enlightening indeed.

So much for feminism and sexual revolution, I now feel that society is best when both chauvinists and feminists exist simultaneously and in (or perhaps not) harmony.

it's right in your face, dear.

2006-07-12T23:11:00.000+08:00

It's quite alarming, really, how some people don't seem to get the obvious. Yes it's true, the majority is not always right, but haven't you ever thought, that perhaps there may be that teeny weeny reason that made people say what they said?

Before you turn around and be all defensive and protective as you always are you should think about what you've done throughout the year! And what everyone has never said, but have finally decided to, only to fall on deaf ears, again. We thought you'd be mature this time, but you disappointed us again.

We can't always let you be right, you know! Have you ever stopped tumbling down the track just once, to think about how we feel? Honestly, have you?

All we wanted to say is, it's our company too.

the awe inspiring story!

2006-07-12T22:21:00.000+08:00

The current residing dilemna in my head: HWA CHONG or RJ! It's so terribly pressurising to force a decision out of us so early, but I suppose we must think for the school; buffer time is necessary!

It's not just about what the school can do for us, but more of what we can do for the school. It has never struck me that way before, which is why everytime I get the question, "How can you contribute to our organisation?", I feel like such a liar!

Having spent 7 years of my life in a pinafore and wearing a Raffles badge, and having spent the past 7 years of my life believing that I would, one day, wear the RJ uniform, I was quite shocked with myself when I submitted the application form for HCJC DSA. Let me tell you the whole story about it!

It couldn't have been a more ordinary day, when yuhui was happily sitting at the back of the class, as usual, watching the toilet people go to the toilet, as usual, watching the talkative people talk, as usual, watching the dilligent people do their work (wait, do these people exist in fourteen?), watching the sleepy people sleep, as usual, and well, you get the picture. All of a sudden, Llama (who sits in the centre of the universe - where I now sit) sat up and waved a form in the air and brayed something across the room to Sali. The form had a very familiar crest imprinted on the top right hand corner! I was curious, and decided that it looked more interesting than the toilet people, the talkative people etc and so I went up to take a look. To my horror, it was the complicated Hwa Chong DSA Application Form that I had Never in my life seen, heard, or touched before! And, ultimate horror of horrorness (pardon the english)! It was due on that day at 3pm!

And so, very calmly, as I watched the clock tick past 3 o'clock, I sang along to the radio in the car and later, at home, happily filled it up and submitted it the next day (late, yes) and after which, went for aftermath (elds play YAY)!

So this is the breath-stopping, hair-raising story of how I stepped out to CHANGE MY LIFE!

-pauses for dramatic effect.

One day sixty years down the road, I will sit by a(n) ~~fireplace~~ electric fan, before a gaggle of wide-eyed children, and tell the story of how their brave grandmother took her fate in her hands, declared war upon the dragon of pre-determination, made the boldest move of the century -

to fill up the hcjc dsa application form!

ARE YOU INSPIRED?!
Mwahahaha!

But after all that, the riddle still remains unsolved, to choose or not to choose?

surprise, surprise!

2006-07-10T22:08:00.000+08:00

It's quite shocking to realise one fine day, that the life you have been living all along is quite just, well, your life. All along, I thought it was nothing to go out for lunch with your friends without telling your parents, to be able to watch youtube without a care, to debate if I should eat ice cream because of the calories and not the price. When all the while, life could be so different for the people around you.

It's evident, especially in the way people treat each other. Sometimes you can't be sure if someone's just behaving the way he would normally, because there just isn't a normal everyone can stand by.

It came as a surprise to me to realise that it's actually only a minority of Singaporeans who can speak English, because all along, about every Singaporean whose path I have crossed could speak English.

Perhaps that's why some people say I'm naive, because the world I'm living in is simply what I think the world is like, and what I choose to think about the people around me.

All the while, when I have been agonising over my workload and my sleeping time, children two streets down the road have been wondering when their next meal will be.

I feel so insensitive and self-centred!

ANYWAY, today I have achieved an impressive feat! I have memorised about every single name (including surname and middle name for some, note) in the company! (: Haha it must have taken quite some creativity on their parents' parts. Especially for the English names which have Broken the Convention!

I still can't believe that we're ORDing in 3 weeks, and we'll never be able to nag and chide our manymany part as ever again! Hope they've prepared LOTS OF NICE ORD AND LAST TRAINING PRESENTS FOR US though! :D

Somehow at the end of everything, I always look back and feel as if I hadn't done enough.

Taking my life in my own hands, isn't as trustworthy as I often think it would be.

LIFE IS SIMPLE!

2006-07-08T23:18:00.000+08:00

Honestly, a lot of things happen everyday, but everytime something new happens I forget the previous thing and so when I get down to blogging, I can't remember anything beyond my intention of blogging.

Gah!

Well it boils down to my newest guiding philosophy of life, that LIFE IS SIMPLE! But sometimes you meet the craziest and most impossible things that convinces you that, whoever made this world possible, definitely has more than one brain cell.

Actually yuhui does Remember! But it's somehow not in my inclination to blog about what happens daily, unless I feel odd that day. And, it has just suddenly struck me that there are inifinitely many more people in the world who can speak and write better than me, and I have no life whatsoever to speak off, so what's the point?

There are so many words in the world that I have never ever seen in my life! Do you know how entirely alarming it is to find that out one ordinary night, under the luminiscence of the table lamp and in the shadow of the visiting mosquito? VERY!

On another note, I find the aggressive scary, I think! Apparently ignoring doesn't pierce through thick skin! Perhaps boys are disillusioned that girls like aggressive boys too, hmm. No, I'm not talking about anyone I know - it's the newest chinese drama (of which I don't watch that many, really!)! :D But it's always good to relate what you watch and learn to the real life; isn't that what we are always taught to do? The PICTURE, the BIG PICTURE, girls!

One day, when I get a life, I shall tell you about what happens to me on a daily basis. (: Until then, I shall leave you to ponder about the big picture.

c'est phenomenal!

2006-07-02T23:10:00.000+08:00

It's starting over from the beginning again, then. I'd wanted to save all my blog entries and burn it into a cd in which I could read and laugh over in the future but I suppose that's not the best thing to do now.

But life is all about starting anew is it not! And so goes my line - YUHUI IS BACKKK! And this time, I have decided to take on the intellectual approach and wow everyone with my dry wit, satirical humour and impressive general knowledge :D though I sorely lack in all three areas BUT IT'S OKAY, it never hurts to try!

First things first, I, uh, need to improve on my vocabulary.

Of course, you have a part to play too. Because I understand that not everyone shares the brilliance I have (note, I understand, I do not empathise), your job is simple - while being awed by my wit and intellect, just... ignore the spelling errors!

:D