please just tell me your name, mister.

Monday, October 31, 2005

i was in the BK loo today, and there was this little girl who could hardly reach for the tap, and naturally, i helped her. thereafter, she struggled to open the door (as the knob was relatively high up) and i pulled it open for her. a small act it may be, it surely made all that difference; that she didn't have to struggle for ten whole minutes before her hands got washed clean. it got me thinking about little things strangers do for us. the girl broke into a shy grin and mumbled a soft thank you, that spelled appreciation. unfortunately, people these days tend to forget manners or take these miniscule tasks for granted, especially as they grow older. and honestly, signs of gratitude could mean so much more than just a few words.

she waxed lyrical - 11:56 AM

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

is providence really at work, when two are not meant to be?

a call came last night, from someone unexpected. all these months of channeling our energies into other things was just a form of escapism; we ~~were~~ are living in delusion that things are going to be okay. what next?

let the future tell the story, i say, don't let this be a tragedy. and he heaves a sigh of resignation to our hopeless fate.

we ask questions that have no answers, only to realise that our presence in the magnificent universe is, really insignificant, and perhaps this is all part of a 'greater plan'. why then is providence so merciless, that two who love each another so, cannot be reconciled?

we crossed paths, parted ways. yet our hearts led us back, all for nothing. 'go see a doctor for that bronchitis, i don't want to have one less person to love.' were my parting words, unknowing of when we'd cross paths again. 'goodbye, take care,' he snifled. silence (that spoke the unspoken). we both knew it was again time to walk away, albeit with much hesitance.

she waxed lyrical - 11:43 AM

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Wednesday, October 19, 2005

blogging seems to have loss its essence. maybe this calls for a hiatus ------> pending. this also shows how indecisive i am.

my mum thinks im putting too much pressure on myself. i just never feel capable enough. i feel i could 'always have done better'. is there no end? perhaps not.

i almost got chased out of school today, as did the other 48749857497 people of the jc2 cohort, as a result of inappropriate attire. michael tan claims we're stretching the school rules. is it so wrong to want to study in comfort? ah whatever.

things i've grown to appreciate throughout days of mugging
- starbucks liat towers : top-notch service staff and good environment to write, study..whatever.
-starbucks coffee: grande low fat latte/grande low fat hazel nut latte
-the lack of an air conditioner. everywhere's freezing cold nowadays, in spite of my reliable sweater.
-crtical analyses and history readings. they make up the bulk of my leisure reading, and it is actually pretty interesting after a while.
-soul searching, and thus the luxuries of solitude (which i often indulge in)
-a new eye candy
-deviantart, another quintessential daily read.
-trust.
-time.

its almost 20 days to a levels. i'm undeniably terrified. maybe it's time i learnt to really trust in HIM. shrugs. whatever will be, will be.

she waxed lyrical - 3:01 PM

me: 'hey!'
person x:'hi, how are you?'
me:'not too good'
person x:'oh ok. what you doing here?'
me:'going to study'
person x:'alright, oh yes, can i get your handphone number? i lost my phone sometime ago.'

it's sad how we make feeble attempts at establishing a meaningful conversation. in meeting random acquaintances along the street, it has come to my realisation that the words highlighted in bold are the three questions they'd ask you, without fail, in such an order. it irks me, that they ask me how i'm doing without actually caring for an answer. perhaps, a simple gesture - a smile or a nod, would suffice. the next time someone asks you how you're doing without meaning it, say, why do you care?

she waxed lyrical - 1:21 AM

Sunday, October 16, 2005

if the local papers were to propagate the use of good English, they would fail miserably, no offence intended. Amidst countless grammatical errors that are hesitantly forgivable, it is shocking how the premier newspaper of Southeast Asia is a repeat offender in what English teachers tell their students not to do. Case in point, you say something is 'white' and not 'white in colour', as per mentioned in the sunday times. flipping through the pages a while ago, i also noticed the use of 'repeat again' instead of merely repeat.

By saying the object is white, one is already stating the colour, hence no further need to do a double take by saying 'white in colour'. similarly, repeat means going over again. to say repeat again, thus means to say the same thing not once more, but twice more.

Singlish is causing enough embarassment already. Don't perpetuate the problem by allowing this to extend to 'singlish sentence structure'. There are other ways of creating a unique Singapore. Bastardising the English language is just not one of them.

she waxed lyrical - 3:13 PM

as promised..(especially for those without an imagestation account)

the best of 2T03'05 [nicknames as given by mr rajoo]..

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the classroom

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the home tutor - mr rajoo.

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she's the sweetest

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the history guru

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the babylicious chicks

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the boys (don't be so sure just yet)

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back row; the ones who sleep in class

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the mother hen; maria

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'nuff said

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ferly; the money manager

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james; the ~~irish~~ scottish rocker

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fio; the gangster of the class

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freddy; the party animal

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alvin; the ~~gay~~ rugger

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teresa; the holy one

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suma, me and gwen

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rach; the rock pixie

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sammi; the orator of the class

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carl, me and marvin

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firmin

keith; giving his iconic look

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joey; the 19th century literary critic

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vinson; the bourgeouis

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keith geri em and me
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james and vinson, don't you mess with them

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the gang of four

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bong; the artist with our class poster

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the ceremony

the ones who make jc life an experience...

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the two Indians and one chinese

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peter qian ally

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allykins

don me josh jerms - sz

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us with the man in white

she waxed lyrical - 6:31 AM

i have decided to change the template was 'cos i needed more space on my blog and morzilla firefox makes my previous template look fugly. to hitomi; babe. i couldn't resist using this picture of yours AGAIN, hope you don't mind. oh yes, one more thing. for those of you using internet explorer, does the template look really messy and disorganised? please tag so i can make changes. thank you!

updates: graduation day photos have been uploaded. click on photobooth; graduation day. but you'd need an imagestation account to view them. if not, just hang in there 'cos i'll upload some of them here as well - when i'm in the mood.

she waxed lyrical - 3:21 AM

Friday, October 14, 2005

it's funny how u bounce in and out of moods, akin to a trance. it's even weirder how the intermediary process is made possible through abundant delusion, or as they call it, self-psyche. forget all that. it's the minimum point of the curve yet again, and i'd be glad to embrace solitude and depression, an almost monthly ritual of sorts.

on a lighter note, today was graduation day. i'm appalled at those who cant find the difference between graduation day and prom [maybe their should go back to learning your ABCs]. the whole day was a memorable event and conjured mix feelings, like an unknown blend of cocktail. more complex than bittersweet, i must add. more to come when i'm in a happier mood. watch out for funky pictures.

here's another joyful occassion that calls for celebration.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELICIA TEE <3

i love you loads sweettomms. mwa. thanks for making jc life bearable, and listening to my endless rantings all the time. the 'money manager' and tissue dispenser of the class. i'd miss your hysterical laughter and illegible handwriting. KIDDING. not. =)) anyways, study hard yes?

she waxed lyrical - 11:34 AM

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Monday, October 10, 2005

headed down to school for cjc's first ever openhouse yesterday. teachers who saw me quipped 'shouldn't you be studying?' and i simply grinned - the usual one where my eyes seemingly vanish. albeit the school is often under much scrutiny, but it's been the happiest 2 years of my education journey thus far (happiest in all respects). There's so much i've learnt and grown as a person here, really. Inevitable nostalgia has already set in even before I bid farewell next thursday.

I'd miss everything from the stinking and cramped dance studio, to the roof that leaks, to the incorrigible canteen food.The school boasts an essence terribly unique that words cannot describe. From the social demography to the almost dipilidated building,vis-a-vis other schools. Yet, cjc proves victorious in providing education in its whole form - a rarity sought to be achieved. I'm not particularly the most enthusiastic student, but once the blaring music to this year's jc1 orientation came on, i was compelled to scoot down the staircase to the piazza to join in the fun, only to be stopped by the rain (which would cause me to fall sick, a risk i cannot take since the a levels are drawing near).

The computers outside the library have been replaced by flat screens, about time. so as i was happily surfing friendster, dispensing a testimonial, MICHAEL TAN gazed over my shoulder. I startled at his presence and hurriedly tucked in my shirt. He gave his iconic perverted smile and attempted to make conversation and connection with my life. As i vaguely recall, a question about who my friend (on friendster) was, and whether he was married. A rather tactless and blatant statement, but one of a kind - especially from a discipline master. Dodging him - due to his perverse nature and uniform checks, will perhaps be the dearest memory i hold on to.

Inveritate Et Caritate.

she waxed lyrical - 10:56 AM

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Friday, October 07, 2005

After all these years, you'd think i'd come to understand why people devour on mindless gossip, clearly at the expense of others. It's even more comical when people think they are some sort of life satellite dishes transmitting valuable information. Funny thing is, no matter who the rumours are about - a close friend or someone you vaguely remember from that party 2 years back, we seem to capture everything, and perhaps add a nasty personal touch to it before re-dispensing it to the next person we meet along the corridors. I have been a victim of such dire situations, as much as I have been part of them. And I've come to wonder where all that zest and energy came from.

It still bugs me why people can't just go about their own chores and make fruitful attempts at being nice - a rather idyllic vision. Even more disturbing is that those who don't know you personally, hit you harder than your sworn enemies. Maybe evil is inherent in all of us, and i suppose that it's the extent of its presence that distinguishes a 'good person' from a bad one (in relative terms) After all, we are all sinners and thus have an incessant need for God's forgiveness.

In any case, just so you need your daily dose of mindless gossip here's the post-amble(if there's such a word) This entry WAS NOT spun out of bitterness, or any occassion of me being a sore vicim of gossip. Rather, it was just a casual observation the regularity of such occurrences amongst my friends. Just for the record, this is definitely not an attempt to preach either - just to make sure i've covered myself well before you open that gap =)

she waxed lyrical - 2:22 PM

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