Pictorials

Now I'm beginning to understand when people say they have nothing to blog about. I shall thus resort to posting up photographs from the trip the family and I made last year/month. By the ways, the sheer complexity and eloquency that is expected of me for the KI essays by the end of next year are so terrifying that I am inching closer and closer each minute to the thought of putting the whole subject down. I keep blundering when I speak, I actually said false truths. How oxymoronic (especially moronic) is that?



The picture on the left depicts one of the marble temples in the Royal temple, a place which we got conned to go to. Don't make me repeat all of it.


There was a school heritage tour at the Grand Palace too! man, look at the shoes!





Shit I suck at posting photographs. Ah, I'm not going to type or post anymore.

MY sister the Star!~

I shall cease to write about my depressing, dull JC life and now move on to a much more enticing subject. My sister is casting in the lead role of her University Hostel's musical. Well, as it is written, directed, produced, planned, budgetted by not extremely professional University students, I wouldn't say it is of Cameron Mackintosh standard. But obviously, it is of a reasonably high standard and quality considering it being done by amateurs. And my sister is the Star!! YaY!

Allow me to post up a photo of her, I think she would kill me if she saw this, haha, I stole it from her desktop, (That's for having shared computers!) She claims that she looks horrible or puffy or fat or ugly in all of the photos, but I honestly think it's all quite all right. I mean, everyone has their good and bad shots, It's just that the person who chose the photos is either blind, irresponsible or plain stupid. (I think it's all) Anyways, proudly presenting The Star...

The guy quite cute hor? Haha... The stupidest thing was they actually took shots for the website of him WITH an ear stud. Now how stupid can that be since the musical is based in the 1970s when men were not so senseless as to poke holes in their body parts? I was rather disappointed with the teams oversights in little minute issues which do make a big difference. E.g the ear stud, the costumes, the hair.. Call me a perfectionist, but these are some itty gritty details that just spoil your whole show!

Anyways, tickets are selling at $16, and the show will be running on the 17 and 18 Febuary. (either that or 16-17) Anyways, I know that most of you have part time jobs and hence the increase in income, so come and support my sister!!!! Tag me or whatever if you are interested ok?!

Anyways, here's the incomplete publicity website, I'm doing them a favour by doing some premature publicity! haha...

http://www.kentridge.nus.edu.sg/redautumn/

Human Behaviour

It has recently come to light how we humans are actually so insecure and interdependant on each other. Having been safely encompassed in a warm and comfortable clique of my own fuzzy, fluffy friends for the past 2-3 years, I have grown unaware of all the 'herds' and 'swarms' we humans or teens form unconciously.

Now that I have freed myself from any cliques or particular groups of friends in SA, (There are only 2 of us here anyways, so what kind of group would That make?) I realise that I often end up flying solo. I admit it does get a little lonely and obscure at times, perhaps I'm defending myself, but I find that the pros of not sticking to a particular group outweighs the cons.

Being in a clique would mean that you are indirectly cutting yourself off from other people, or groups of people. People in general do not wish to gatecrash on any cliques if they had the choice to. It's human nature which I think can be seen rather often in our not so distant animal kingdom as well. The bigger the group, the more secure. The happier and more comfortable the group is, more so will the people inside be safe and secure. They have found their haven. Most prefer to stick to this new found nest whether or not they truly enjoy the company. Hey, lousy group beats solitude anyday!

However I've decided to question and counteract this social norm by NOT sticking to a particular refuge as which some call it. And I am finding it quite enjoyable actually. My sister did warn me that I may actually end up not belonging to any social group, well, I suppose I'll be able to go through the whole Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Econs textbooks if that happens.

The Day I RAN.

All right, to all you fitness gurus out there or anyone who is considerably fit, don't tell me that running 3.6km is no challenge at all. To someone who hasn't touched her Nikes in AGES, it very well is a big deal! I think the canoers in SAJC are mental. I honestly think that one should not train so excessively, the reasons being
1) You have an increased risk of skin cancer
2) Your brains are so fried you can no longer speak proper Engrish
3) SO fit for what!?!?

Okay, so it maybe due to my bitterness of not being able to ever reach that height of fitness that I say all these. Surprisingly, for the first part of the Canoeing Orientation yesterday, I didn't fail to psych myself up to quite a high level, such a high one that I, who for one have NEVER run a cross country (First Aider) actually managed to bring myself to jog 8.5 rounds without stopping! (Applaude!!)

I think I too was a little deranged at that moment, I wanted to push myself physically whilst pushing myself mentally by doing KI. One thing I've learnt without fully experiencing it yet, DON'T TRY THAT.

I think my posts should be shorter such that my busy Singaporean friends can continue to support and not get bored stiff with my blog/life.

Love you people. =)

A serious Bout of Inferiority Complex

All right people, my life is THAT boring that I have to speak of my KI lesson earlier this afternoon. IT WAS A COMPLETE DISASTER!

Well, to me it was. A highly doubt that I would actually continue KI after these 2-3 months. Namely because I feel terribly miniscule and minute next to these guys. My brain has never felt so compressed before. Let me explain in greater detail why I feel this way.

The lesson began with pairs discussing the meaning of these five terms- Opinion, Truth, Fact, Critical and Questions. I was to discuss the meaning of the last. When it was time for all the definations to come out, it was as if people were reciting straight from the Longman Dictionary. Serious! My partner and especially I were horrified at our feeble attempts to define 'questions'. All we came up with were, Inquires, things that require answers, things which are asked etc. Whilst the other members of the class never failed to throw me into a state of awe as the rattled their versions out.

Truly intimidating.

After that, Sir Casey (I'd prefer to say it with a British Accent) went through rather briefly a list of famous or important philosophers. From the well-known Socrates to Thoreau and Nitzsche (pronounced Nit-Zhe) One of the scholars couldn't help but prattle at every chance he could. Well, it wasn't exactly prattle since he did make complete coherent sense. I personally think he's just a genius who says a little too much.

KI - not for the Knowledge-Impaired

Dang Dang Dang Dang...

All right, I suppose the title didn't give the exact effect I had expected. Anyways, for the slow ones who still cannot figure out what the title means or refers to, try saying to the tune of the Wedding March, wait, then again I think it's some other wedding song. Oh well, whatever it is, I'm basically doing a quite review of Lian Si's wedding. However due to my unavoidable forgetfulness, I hadn't brought along my camera to document the whole event. The only pictures were taken at home.

For my Darling mates who always laugh at me if I ever wear anything close to feminine, yes I DID wear a dress for the occasion. A pink Floral one in fact. Shut up and stop laughing. At least it wasn't the nurse's dress all right...

Spending the morning at the Bride and Groom's places were awfully tiring. We were pretty much zonked out by the time the church wedding came. However the rush and excitement (and worry) of the whole event soon woke us up. The ceremony was simply Spectacular. Besides the fact that the Bride's hair seemed to resemble the White Witch's, nothing seemed out of place. It was very well planned and carried out ironically, by the Bride and Groom themselves! They led worship, gave very subtle messages to the congregation about Christ, sang... Basically, for once the Bride and Groom did not simply say 'I do' and later shut up for the rest of the time. It goes to show what true devotion and love towards the Lord and each other can do.

Will PAP arrest me for putting up subtly evangelistic messages on my blog?Ooo...

Important things I haven't spoken of

I can barely believve it, Orientation Week is finally over. It's not that I didn't enjoy it. I did actually, even during the point when I was a mindless idiot jumping in the dark with several hundred other sweaty Saints (the term simply is gorgeous) to the booming beat of Hollaback Girl. (I simply hate that song) For once in my life, I was actually oblivious of the incredulous amount of foreign perspiration accumilating on my shirt and arms. However I tried my best to continue to ignore these traces as I caught several unbearable whiffs of myself later on. >_<

Anyways, I'm extremely looking forward to starting school proper next week! I'm looking forward even more to meeting my class! I admit that I am slightly afraid of the fact that I would be doing KI, especially when the class is saturated with scholars. (It's a class of 11) Mind you I was a nervous wreck whilst trying to get into KI. We were thrown into a freezing lecture theatre and given an hour to answer some incredible questions.

After that, 45 became 24 and we were required to attend interviews in groups of 4. With 2 scholars in your group blabbering English words which you thought no human would ever use, it tends to get a little stressful. To cut the long story short, 24 became 11 and now here we are. The KI students of SAJC. However I have this unavoidable gut feeling that I would end up dropping the subject. Then I would be forced to take up GP as well as a contrasting subject. Have I bitten off more than I can chew?

Oh well, but the fact that I have managed to get into KI as well as the comforting fact of having so many Christian brothers and sisters (real or fake, I don't know) around me does add to the pros of staying in SA after the first 3 months. =)

Good for them then, HAH!

Orientation Week at SAJC

I'm drained. And it's onyl the second day of orientation. Honestly I'm not enjoying it a great particular amount. It's full of shouting, screaming, sweating, smelling... I feel like I'm rotting already even though the real thing hasn't even really started. I doubt that my OG will be as clsoe as what the seniors expect us to be, currently I still am unable to see myself being close to anyone but myself. I suppose I'm not that extrovert after all. Or perhaps it's my incapability to endure peoples' shortcomings.

Oh dear... I'm really thoroughly confused. Honestly I would not like to stay in SAJC for the rest of my JC life, perhaps it's the fact that my sister was already from SA and I would not want to be seen as being in 'the same as my sister'. I can't stand it when people say that. It's not like I don't see my sister as a lousy guide to follow or what, but maybe it's partially because I don't want to remain in her shadow any longer. Hello, I have a personality you know. I'm not just Weiling's sister, or the sister who is following her sister's footsteps, or the sister who does not have her own opinion.

I AM MY OWN PERSON.