Death looms..
Recently, I've heard about a few tragedies that made me treasure life even more.. First was the demise of my uncle then was the news about a secondary sch girl, my junior in tkss, who had languished during 1 of the recent band practices and was diagnosed with brain tumour. She had her 1st operation today and the doctors are still deliberating as to whether the 2nd operation can be conducted due to the overgrown tumour.
2 days ago when I went to help out at my uncle's wake, I witnessed several incidents where my cousins(the 2 daughters of my uncle) actually put on a false upfront by holding back their tears and pretending to cast mild smiles on their faces when their friends came to visit them. However, after exchanging a few lines of conversation, they would be embraced by the warmth brought about by those who cared. Tears would then come trickling down their cheeks and unmask their true yet sincere emotions.
Then came a question which I had pondered over for quite sometime. I wondered if anyone would shed their tears for me when death has decided to withdraw my existence from the world. Perhaps I'm worthy of the tears of my parents... and my brother of course.. but I ain't sure about my friends.
Mood: Itchy
The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes of mind. William James (1842 - 1910)
Friday, June 25, 2004
Behold, what's set before you..
Damn shagged now.. Just did Maths tutorial 38 and I'm almost done with it. Hate it. All the solutions require lengthy answers and once an error is being identified, you have to redo the whole bloody question. That's the problem about Maths.
Anyway, went out with Melvin, Ian, Joel and Daniel to study at Holland Village. We attempted, but our concentration spans were short-lived. Haha.. did a few questions of Maths tutorial 38 and most of the time we were making noise, patrolling the streets and patronising the shophouses.
Argh.. 2 more days of the holidays and school starts.. this sucks big time man. We go to school to learn, yet the more we learn, the more we forget; the more we forget, the less we know.. and eventually, we don't actually learn much.
Ya we know.. As one always say: A person with a higher level of education tend to possess a higher probability of getting a job of authoritative status and he, is the prototype of a successful life.
Though education may be a stepping stone to a more stable and respectable vocation, a latent precarious footing of the many stones is set in the midst where once not careful, one may plunge into the abyss readily created for failures.
Sad, you may say, yet nothing can be done to salvage what's already done. Hence the phrase, " no use crying over spilt milk". Though it may be hard to accept, it is the factual truth.
Uhh.. Life sux. School sux. Cheers.
Mood: Lethargic/Sick (of life that is)
Damn shagged now.. Just did Maths tutorial 38 and I'm almost done with it. Hate it. All the solutions require lengthy answers and once an error is being identified, you have to redo the whole bloody question. That's the problem about Maths.
Anyway, went out with Melvin, Ian, Joel and Daniel to study at Holland Village. We attempted, but our concentration spans were short-lived. Haha.. did a few questions of Maths tutorial 38 and most of the time we were making noise, patrolling the streets and patronising the shophouses.
Argh.. 2 more days of the holidays and school starts.. this sucks big time man. We go to school to learn, yet the more we learn, the more we forget; the more we forget, the less we know.. and eventually, we don't actually learn much.
Ya we know.. As one always say: A person with a higher level of education tend to possess a higher probability of getting a job of authoritative status and he, is the prototype of a successful life.
Though education may be a stepping stone to a more stable and respectable vocation, a latent precarious footing of the many stones is set in the midst where once not careful, one may plunge into the abyss readily created for failures.
Sad, you may say, yet nothing can be done to salvage what's already done. Hence the phrase, " no use crying over spilt milk". Though it may be hard to accept, it is the factual truth.
Uhh.. Life sux. School sux. Cheers.
Mood: Lethargic/Sick (of life that is)
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
The return of the haze..
The usual morning air rush had been conquered by what seemed like a familiar foreign odour. The haze had once again intruded the atmosphere of Singapore, and ever so gingerly, it permeated into the homes of the locals just like it did into mine. As I peered over the buildings from the 8th storey, my vision was greatly obscured by the remnance of burnt trees as the dust particles housed in it reflected all illumination from the fiery ball.
I was awakened by a relapse of migraine as the pain struck in spasms as well as by the effects of the choking mist. After which, I received a SMS from my Mum that encapsulated the death of my uncle, who had been diagnosed with liver cancer a month or so ago, just half an hour before I woke up.
Ahh.. what a fateful morning. Darn.
Mood: Lost/Blank
The usual morning air rush had been conquered by what seemed like a familiar foreign odour. The haze had once again intruded the atmosphere of Singapore, and ever so gingerly, it permeated into the homes of the locals just like it did into mine. As I peered over the buildings from the 8th storey, my vision was greatly obscured by the remnance of burnt trees as the dust particles housed in it reflected all illumination from the fiery ball.
I was awakened by a relapse of migraine as the pain struck in spasms as well as by the effects of the choking mist. After which, I received a SMS from my Mum that encapsulated the death of my uncle, who had been diagnosed with liver cancer a month or so ago, just half an hour before I woke up.
Ahh.. what a fateful morning. Darn.
Mood: Lost/Blank
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Spick 'n' Span
Yesterday was a rather uninteresting day. Was snapped out from my slumberland by the exuberant "goodness" of the fireball which hanged loosely in the vast blue sky. As if mimicking the stars in the dark, a spot of gleam, shooting radiant rays of light into the earth; causing me to feel a sense of uneasiness as the clash of cold and hot air landed upon my shell.
"Argh!", I snorted.
I then woke up, using much force to lift up the heavy eyelids. Rays of the sun struck my eyes similar to a raindrop hitting the surface of a window. The bed, an object depicting comfort, had gradually evolved into a revolting sun's nest.
The creaking of the stainless steel ladders double-glazed the layer of discomfort to a higher level. The renovators had arrived. Time to set my room free from my grasp.
Prior to the dismissal of the renovators, I sneaked a short nap on the fluffy sofa that sat in the living room. Lumps of grey wool which carried a few strands of hair decorated the tiled-floor.The room was infested with saw dust and dirt.
I groped around for the mouse hidden beneath the thin layers of newspapers and realised that my palm had turned to a dirty grey-black. This marked the beginning of my room-cleaning task. A wet towel was all I had to ensure the cleanliness of the table tops and the ornaments. This wasted like an hour of my life and a further hour for sweeping and mopping the floor, and shifting I even rearranged the computer system and tied the wires together.
A total of 3 hours, I had spent on tidying and cleaning up my room. "Spick and span" was all I aimed for and I could confidently announce that I had hit a bull's eye on my target.
Results of the renovation yesterday:
1)Installed a new television in my room
2)Working lights
3)Installed a noticeboard
4)Added more powerpoints
*Hope the blinds for the windows can be added as soon as possible so that I can sleep to my heart's content in the morning.
Mood: Bored
Yesterday was a rather uninteresting day. Was snapped out from my slumberland by the exuberant "goodness" of the fireball which hanged loosely in the vast blue sky. As if mimicking the stars in the dark, a spot of gleam, shooting radiant rays of light into the earth; causing me to feel a sense of uneasiness as the clash of cold and hot air landed upon my shell.
"Argh!", I snorted.
I then woke up, using much force to lift up the heavy eyelids. Rays of the sun struck my eyes similar to a raindrop hitting the surface of a window. The bed, an object depicting comfort, had gradually evolved into a revolting sun's nest.
The creaking of the stainless steel ladders double-glazed the layer of discomfort to a higher level. The renovators had arrived. Time to set my room free from my grasp.
Prior to the dismissal of the renovators, I sneaked a short nap on the fluffy sofa that sat in the living room. Lumps of grey wool which carried a few strands of hair decorated the tiled-floor.The room was infested with saw dust and dirt.
I groped around for the mouse hidden beneath the thin layers of newspapers and realised that my palm had turned to a dirty grey-black. This marked the beginning of my room-cleaning task. A wet towel was all I had to ensure the cleanliness of the table tops and the ornaments. This wasted like an hour of my life and a further hour for sweeping and mopping the floor, and shifting I even rearranged the computer system and tied the wires together.
A total of 3 hours, I had spent on tidying and cleaning up my room. "Spick and span" was all I aimed for and I could confidently announce that I had hit a bull's eye on my target.
Results of the renovation yesterday:
1)Installed a new television in my room
2)Working lights
3)Installed a noticeboard
4)Added more powerpoints
*Hope the blinds for the windows can be added as soon as possible so that I can sleep to my heart's content in the morning.
Mood: Bored
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Bungalow Infatuation..
Just returned from the bungalow chalet stay in SAFRA Changi today. It was 'helluva' fun.
First night, the barbeque sparked off the cheery ambience and the sole object of this barbeque was sort of attained -- to allow people from all walks of life within the congregation to gel and to engage in mutual spontaneous communication. "Myriad" choices of card games arose after the barbeque during the protracted "post-bbq period". Simultaneously, the cackling of the mahjong tiles could be heard as an undertone to the different pitches of voices from the masses, as well as the voices from the commentators and the supporting fans of EURO 2004.
These extended into the wee hours despite the drastic plunge in the figures of the bungalow population as the crowd gradually dwindled with time.
Finally, I was overly-burdened by the lethargy and knocked out at about five in the morning.
When I woke up, it was time for lunch. The hands of the clock had coincided at 12. Haha.. Can't believe that I managed to sleep a bloody 7 hours during a chalet.
The day continued with a swim at 3pm when a ball with bright rioting colours was involved in a game of monkey in the pool; being passed to and fro overhead, above Kevin in a parabolic manner.
Dinner time was worth mentioning as we feasted in succulent oriental cuisine in a Chinese restaurant where our skimpy casings of casual t-shirts and shorts coupled with a pair of sandals or slippers seemed improper. Ten dollars per person was the budget for the dinner and it encompassed the various taxes for the profit of the government as well as the restaurant. Soup, fish, Kai-lan, pork ribs, tofu, fu-yong egg with free flow of rice and chinese tea. These mouth-watering dishes were part of our 6-course dinner and this exquisite menu was exclusively designed by the manager himself for our contentment.
Ahh.. what an unforgettable experience..
Our last day was rather uneventful as we had to check out by 10am. Watched Shrek 2 at PS after that.
That's it.. I'm utterly worn out. Night.
Mood: Real tired
Just returned from the bungalow chalet stay in SAFRA Changi today. It was 'helluva' fun.
First night, the barbeque sparked off the cheery ambience and the sole object of this barbeque was sort of attained -- to allow people from all walks of life within the congregation to gel and to engage in mutual spontaneous communication. "Myriad" choices of card games arose after the barbeque during the protracted "post-bbq period". Simultaneously, the cackling of the mahjong tiles could be heard as an undertone to the different pitches of voices from the masses, as well as the voices from the commentators and the supporting fans of EURO 2004.
These extended into the wee hours despite the drastic plunge in the figures of the bungalow population as the crowd gradually dwindled with time.
Finally, I was overly-burdened by the lethargy and knocked out at about five in the morning.
When I woke up, it was time for lunch. The hands of the clock had coincided at 12. Haha.. Can't believe that I managed to sleep a bloody 7 hours during a chalet.
The day continued with a swim at 3pm when a ball with bright rioting colours was involved in a game of monkey in the pool; being passed to and fro overhead, above Kevin in a parabolic manner.
Dinner time was worth mentioning as we feasted in succulent oriental cuisine in a Chinese restaurant where our skimpy casings of casual t-shirts and shorts coupled with a pair of sandals or slippers seemed improper. Ten dollars per person was the budget for the dinner and it encompassed the various taxes for the profit of the government as well as the restaurant. Soup, fish, Kai-lan, pork ribs, tofu, fu-yong egg with free flow of rice and chinese tea. These mouth-watering dishes were part of our 6-course dinner and this exquisite menu was exclusively designed by the manager himself for our contentment.
Ahh.. what an unforgettable experience..
Our last day was rather uneventful as we had to check out by 10am. Watched Shrek 2 at PS after that.
That's it.. I'm utterly worn out. Night.
Mood: Real tired
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Finally..
Ahh.. finally get to use my own computer again.. haha.. although the renovation has not fully completed its task of giving my room a complete facelift, I decided to re-plug the wires for the computer as I really miss using it.
Oh yes, the concert is finally over.. It can be considered as a success since most of the people sitting in the audience were contented with the performance.
Added alot more photos in the photo gallery. Check it out.
Mood: Pleasant
Ahh.. finally get to use my own computer again.. haha.. although the renovation has not fully completed its task of giving my room a complete facelift, I decided to re-plug the wires for the computer as I really miss using it.
Oh yes, the concert is finally over.. It can be considered as a success since most of the people sitting in the audience were contented with the performance.
Added alot more photos in the photo gallery. Check it out.
Mood: Pleasant
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Sailing through time...
I haven't been blogging for a damn long period of time due to the relocation of my computer system. All these renovations have exclusively created a mundane and kinda "ston-ey" lifestyle for me. My computer as well as all the other furniture in the room, have been shifted out with all wires totally unplugged and detached from one another leaving a bare bleak room revealing silhouettes of the remaining walls caused by the radiant rays of light of dawn and dusk.
The resounding clamour produced by the clashes of voices echoed the room and pierced right through my ears engulfing my brain. The remnence of what's left are seemingly similar to the decapitated bodies in a warfront. It's utterly revolting to stay in the room as the chipped-off walls and the "debris" converted a room into a hideous looking slum.
That is why i'm staying over at my friend's house now. Yea.
Tired day. Tough shit.
Mood: Distracted
I haven't been blogging for a damn long period of time due to the relocation of my computer system. All these renovations have exclusively created a mundane and kinda "ston-ey" lifestyle for me. My computer as well as all the other furniture in the room, have been shifted out with all wires totally unplugged and detached from one another leaving a bare bleak room revealing silhouettes of the remaining walls caused by the radiant rays of light of dawn and dusk.
The resounding clamour produced by the clashes of voices echoed the room and pierced right through my ears engulfing my brain. The remnence of what's left are seemingly similar to the decapitated bodies in a warfront. It's utterly revolting to stay in the room as the chipped-off walls and the "debris" converted a room into a hideous looking slum.
That is why i'm staying over at my friend's house now. Yea.
Tired day. Tough shit.
Mood: Distracted
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