Life really is unpredictable. I really have to say really. I mean the things you want so much just happen to slip by you- like a slippery fish through your hands. And in the end? Somehow the scales cut your palm and it bleeds. But sometimes, thing you never bothered about, tried for or even gave a damn just falls in your hand. Like the fish- you didn't catch it, it just fell from the sky. I guess this is just the essence of life- what you do, how you do it, it really isn't in your hands. You can't control anything, everything is in God's Great Plan.
Yeah, yeah. I got an A1 for History. It's incredible and unbelievable. I bet 99% of you are thinking that I'm lying. The other one per cent would have probably seen my paper already thus know that what I am speaking now is the truth, and nothing but the truth.
After all, how can a C5, then B4 jump to an A1? It's absurb, impossible and very unbelivable. Oh god, I sound like a pessimist. Help!
I have also recently completed someawesome feats. I finished my first ever skin in my life last weekend. You can view it at Oswin's blog (it has been made uniquely Oswin) at wildborg.blogspot.com. I am now targetting on my next skin to be uniquely Blatantly3Bian. If you don't know who's blog that is, you can click every single link till you find that out. Haha, joking. It's Muyao's =)
And about the fish- slipping from your hand. It's Literature I'm talking about. I mean I missed an A1 by half a mark! How fugly is that? And it's not like I slacked okay, I worked quite hard for it. Because after being Brainwashed by sian and kifo, I have decided to take Lit next year. But now, I have serious doubts. (although it's still quite silly to change your plans because of a half mark)
I am writing an article for Victoriana 1/2 on Mr S Rajaratnam. Free inspiration for me anyone? Email it to bigfatsmiles[at]gmail.com!
Yeah, yeah. I got an A1 for History. It's incredible and unbelievable. I bet 99% of you are thinking that I'm lying. The other one per cent would have probably seen my paper already thus know that what I am speaking now is the truth, and nothing but the truth.
After all, how can a C5, then B4 jump to an A1? It's absurb, impossible and very unbelivable. Oh god, I sound like a pessimist. Help!
I have also recently completed some
And about the fish- slipping from your hand. It's Literature I'm talking about. I mean I missed an A1 by half a mark! How fugly is that? And it's not like I slacked okay, I worked quite hard for it. Because after being Brainwashed by sian and kifo, I have decided to take Lit next year. But now, I have serious doubts. (although it's still quite silly to change your plans because of a half mark)
I am writing an article for Victoriana 1/2 on Mr S Rajaratnam. Free inspiration for me anyone? Email it to bigfatsmiles[at]gmail.com!
what's up with that word anyway? Ingugural Student Leaders' Investiture, inaugural Commonwealth Photo Competition, inaugural this, inagural that.
So, after spending hours and hours rehearsing lines, the inagural Victoria School Student Leaders' Investiture had finally arrived. Like Josiah said "It always just passes away in one night". The same thing for Fiesta De Navidad, Bible Quiz, and all the other emotionally, physically, socially and spiritually draining events. Back to da point, after spending hours and hours rehearsing on those lines, editing the scripts who knows how many million times and everything else, I screwed up on my first line. How is that?
"For now, please sit back relax, and be dully enthralled -pause- while we await our guest of honour's arrival,"
Warren has praised me for my ability to move on after making a mistake or somehow turning the tables. But whether making a mistake to wear that whole ability is a whole story another. Crap.
I shandn't dwell on Victorianism (my own version of the more popularly used "Victorian Spirit") any longer. After all, I don't wnat my blog to be another blog with school-spirit URLs. Not that I don't have school spirit (I have a hell lot of it), but I would still like to retain my individuality.
It wasn't until just a few minutes ago I realised that Sec 2 life had a lot more to offer then what I think it has. I mean sure, watching those people who are less than plusminus365 days older than you wearing long, white pants can be a little nauseating but other than that, Sec 2 life is filled with chances, opportunities and a lot more. Maybe I was a little too eager to down those longer pieces of apparel.
Theres going to be those IP Open Houses- with VJ, TJ, NJ. Not that I'm determined on getting in like some people are (hardcore IP people), but hey, what's wrong with a little interest? I mean, I always here IP- Integrated Program blah blah. But what's going on in the lessons, what makes it more unique?
And then there's the Subject Combinations that I have choose- accordingly with this year's SA reuslts. Oh yarh, my CA prospects- shall touch that later. I have no idea if I should be a 9-sub taker. I mean, at least there's 3 more subjects if I fail my other 2. And if I'm stressed about anything, at least I won't drop too much. But that would mean I would have to take Physics and Chem. Was originally thinking of something along the line of conbined science.
And then theres those red shirts. If I can get in that is. I would seriously care for a PSL badge =)
So yarh, I suddenly realised there's more the age of fourteen in Victoria can offer.
Screw that algebra though.
So, after spending hours and hours rehearsing lines, the inagural Victoria School Student Leaders' Investiture had finally arrived. Like Josiah said "It always just passes away in one night". The same thing for Fiesta De Navidad, Bible Quiz, and all the other emotionally, physically, socially and spiritually draining events. Back to da point, after spending hours and hours rehearsing on those lines, editing the scripts who knows how many million times and everything else, I screwed up on my first line. How is that?
"For now, please sit back relax, and be dully enthralled -pause- while we await our guest of honour's arrival,"
Warren has praised me for my ability to move on after making a mistake or somehow turning the tables. But whether making a mistake to wear that whole ability is a whole story another. Crap.
I shandn't dwell on Victorianism (my own version of the more popularly used "Victorian Spirit") any longer. After all, I don't wnat my blog to be another blog with school-spirit URLs. Not that I don't have school spirit (I have a hell lot of it), but I would still like to retain my individuality.
It wasn't until just a few minutes ago I realised that Sec 2 life had a lot more to offer then what I think it has. I mean sure, watching those people who are less than plusminus365 days older than you wearing long, white pants can be a little nauseating but other than that, Sec 2 life is filled with chances, opportunities and a lot more. Maybe I was a little too eager to down those longer pieces of apparel.
Theres going to be those IP Open Houses- with VJ, TJ, NJ. Not that I'm determined on getting in like some people are (hardcore IP people), but hey, what's wrong with a little interest? I mean, I always here IP- Integrated Program blah blah. But what's going on in the lessons, what makes it more unique?
And then there's the Subject Combinations that I have choose- accordingly with this year's SA reuslts. Oh yarh, my CA prospects- shall touch that later. I have no idea if I should be a 9-sub taker. I mean, at least there's 3 more subjects if I fail my other 2. And if I'm stressed about anything, at least I won't drop too much. But that would mean I would have to take Physics and Chem. Was originally thinking of something along the line of conbined science.
And then theres those red shirts. If I can get in that is. I would seriously care for a PSL badge =)
So yarh, I suddenly realised there's more the age of fourteen in Victoria can offer.
Screw that algebra though.
From now on, BFS will be having a weekly article- entitled "Thursday Spine" every Thursday (duh,)! So please "tune in" to read what it's about. Basically, you will be reading about what I have been reading. Haha, yup, Thursday Spine is the BFS commentary about Fiction (mostly that), Non-Fiction (not a fan of this field though), Literature yada yada. Thus, 23 Feb will now mark the first entry of the Thursday Spine!
A recap to what I have read this month: (before this week)
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction by Sue Townsend
Have been quite down on reading until this week for Febby. Largely due to the SLI and everything out there. Part of it also to the choice of book. I have forced myself to read "The Perfect Storm" by some meterologist guy but unfortunately have failed and returned it to the Library (oops!). Might consider touching it again =)
Books I have read for the Past week:
The Big Empty by J.B. Stephens
December 2005 Issue of The Readers' Digest
What I have to say?!
Empty that's big
I have basically been intrigued by End of the World, or futuristic stories. Not really too much of Science Fiction like Star Wars or Star Trek but more of Worlds that are set in the future- facing bleakness, pollution and major issues. The first book that fired this fetish was "The Last Book in the Universe, by Rodman Philbrick" by which I read in the first quarter of last year. After reading that book, I never really found another piece of fiction that suited that dark gloomy world. Until now.
The world has been hit by a deadly virus, which killed almost half the global hoi polloi before it had even got a name. The entire American goverment had been wiped out and thus a new political party stepped in its placed without the people's consent because everyone was grieving and too sad to demand for democracy and to care for politics. Thus, America had become a military dictatorship under the new goverment. Electricity was sparse, and a laptop was a luxury. Most states were evacuated because of the virus and thus was nicknamed "The Big Empty". But was the Big Empty really empty? Had everyone been evacuated? Were everyone obeying the new goverment? Or were there rebels?
Short and sweet- just 204 pages. Would definitely be checking out Stephen's other books.
Rating: 8.5/10
Reading to Digest
Nothing much to say about this celebrated publication. Was quite late in reading- having to read it only 3 months later. Discovered some cool websites, including:
Ian's shoelace site
This site teaches you the proper ways to lace your shoes without them getting untied every 20 meters. A lot of cool shoelace stuff!
Rating: NIL
What to expect at the next Thursday Spine?
Am currently reading:
The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis
Resurrection Blues by Mike Tanner
February Issue of The Readers' Digest
A recap to what I have read this month: (before this week)
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction by Sue Townsend
Have been quite down on reading until this week for Febby. Largely due to the SLI and everything out there. Part of it also to the choice of book. I have forced myself to read "The Perfect Storm" by some meterologist guy but unfortunately have failed and returned it to the Library (oops!). Might consider touching it again =)
Books I have read for the Past week:
The Big Empty by J.B. Stephens
December 2005 Issue of The Readers' Digest
What I have to say?!
Empty that's big
I have basically been intrigued by End of the World, or futuristic stories. Not really too much of Science Fiction like Star Wars or Star Trek but more of Worlds that are set in the future- facing bleakness, pollution and major issues. The first book that fired this fetish was "The Last Book in the Universe, by Rodman Philbrick" by which I read in the first quarter of last year. After reading that book, I never really found another piece of fiction that suited that dark gloomy world. Until now.
The world has been hit by a deadly virus, which killed almost half the global hoi polloi before it had even got a name. The entire American goverment had been wiped out and thus a new political party stepped in its placed without the people's consent because everyone was grieving and too sad to demand for democracy and to care for politics. Thus, America had become a military dictatorship under the new goverment. Electricity was sparse, and a laptop was a luxury. Most states were evacuated because of the virus and thus was nicknamed "The Big Empty". But was the Big Empty really empty? Had everyone been evacuated? Were everyone obeying the new goverment? Or were there rebels?
Short and sweet- just 204 pages. Would definitely be checking out Stephen's other books.
Rating: 8.5/10
Reading to Digest
Nothing much to say about this celebrated publication. Was quite late in reading- having to read it only 3 months later. Discovered some cool websites, including:
Ian's shoelace site
This site teaches you the proper ways to lace your shoes without them getting untied every 20 meters. A lot of cool shoelace stuff!
Rating: NIL
What to expect at the next Thursday Spine?
Am currently reading:
The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis
Resurrection Blues by Mike Tanner
February Issue of The Readers' Digest
Was really busy yesterday so did not update. Sorry. I am pretty amazed at the people of my blog. I finally realised that my blog readers (I shall now refuse to use the word blogders) are not only confined to the people who tag at my tagboard because, apparently, there are some people who never even tagged in their lives (how pathetic, oops!). So yarh, thanks for the anonymous readership people!
So anyway, the SLI Rehearsal was until like 7pm. I told John I wished that I could leave at 6.30 everyday and John told me to be prepared to stay until 8 for Speech Day Rehearsals. Perhaps I should consider the Victoria Hall which charges a whopping $17.50 a day during the Speech Day period. I really hate using the public transport at such late hours. Tension was high yesterday, I was pretty stress and John was pretty pissed. I am still amazed at how Bryan could seem so relaxed yada yada yada. Perhaps it's only the emceeing role that is stressful. Oh yarh, I am now no longer the reserve emcee for the inaugural Victoria School Student Leaders' Investiture but the official emcee =)
I shall get to wear long pants! No more a khaki panters for that few hours!
I will be torn into 3 tomorrow. There might be a Media Meeting tomorrow, there will be the dry run for the SLI and the Adventure Quest training. I shall (hopefully) skip around from the Media Meeting- catching as much as I can and relying on Razeen's minutes, to the SLI Rehearsal- hoping they grant me leave after I finish my shit and then going rock climbing at VJC for the Adventure Quest training. I have such a sad life.
And I still haven't received the Victorian (Venture 2005) yet! This is so *toot*ing unfair! Or perhaps its mostly my fault because I never had the time to see Mdm Taz to look for an issue for my browsing pleasure. Or am I selfish to do so? After all, more than half of the Victorian hoi polloi hasn't laid their hands on one yet. I must get one tomorrow!
Mentoring shit today. I shall swear to myself that my children will never wear Ngee An Primary's uniform. Never!
Finished December issue of RD today!
8 more days to BFS' first birthday!
So anyway, the SLI Rehearsal was until like 7pm. I told John I wished that I could leave at 6.30 everyday and John told me to be prepared to stay until 8 for Speech Day Rehearsals. Perhaps I should consider the Victoria Hall which charges a whopping $17.50 a day during the Speech Day period. I really hate using the public transport at such late hours. Tension was high yesterday, I was pretty stress and John was pretty pissed. I am still amazed at how Bryan could seem so relaxed yada yada yada. Perhaps it's only the emceeing role that is stressful. Oh yarh, I am now no longer the reserve emcee for the inaugural Victoria School Student Leaders' Investiture but the official emcee =)
I shall get to wear long pants! No more a khaki panters for that few hours!
I will be torn into 3 tomorrow. There might be a Media Meeting tomorrow, there will be the dry run for the SLI and the Adventure Quest training. I shall (hopefully) skip around from the Media Meeting- catching as much as I can and relying on Razeen's minutes, to the SLI Rehearsal- hoping they grant me leave after I finish my shit and then going rock climbing at VJC for the Adventure Quest training. I have such a sad life.
And I still haven't received the Victorian (Venture 2005) yet! This is so *toot*ing unfair! Or perhaps its mostly my fault because I never had the time to see Mdm Taz to look for an issue for my browsing pleasure. Or am I selfish to do so? After all, more than half of the Victorian hoi polloi hasn't laid their hands on one yet. I must get one tomorrow!
Mentoring shit today. I shall swear to myself that my children will never wear Ngee An Primary's uniform. Never!
Finished December issue of RD today!
8 more days to BFS' first birthday!
to pay 12 whole dollars to buy a sucky Chinese magazine I probably will never survive through. (By survive through I mean read everything) The chinese magazine's english title is "Track" and the chinese title is "pao dao". The first time I heard it I thought it was some Turf City Race Contest. I'm not trying to be critical or anything (yarh right) but the first time I held it, I straight away thought of a travel brochure of some boring place chucked right at the back of the travel brochure stand.
Okay, okay, I don't expect any Art Magazine standard kind of layour blah blah but at least come out with something more appealing. After all, your magazine IS going to be read by teenagers. And believe me, we won't want to read something that's chucked all the way back at the travel brochure stand. I don't know if I'm starting to becoming steorotypical of Chinese school mags, but there are some quality ones out there (which, for some WEIRD reason, our school decided not to go with that one).
I was quite pissed today. I recently mailed out an order form for 12 issues of Readers' Digest for 95singaporedollars which was a saving of 19dollars from the cover price. I thought it was quite a good deal (although the fact is that 80% of each month's publication has that deal) and mailed out my order with ang pow lieu immediatlely. Thus now, Magazine Express Private Limited decided to pay a visit to Victoria School offering a year of subscription to the very same Readers' Digest magazine for just 72dollars! Thoughts of suicide flooded my mine. Shit.
Now, I am determined to save up enough to get an SLR Camera by my 16th birthday. I wouldn't mind a Canon 350D which is what the Media Lab is using but I predict that by my 16th Birthday, there would probably be cooler models out there. With yearly birthday cash and ang pow lieu, plus extra savings out of da allowance, 2000 by 2008 shouldn't be much of a problem. Oh well, I shall man man deng ba.
Have you ever had to break some bad news to someone who has been very enthusiastic about something for quite sometime? Sure, that person could have been a little to much enthusiastic but still... Well, I'm stuck in this pathetic shit right now and Li Zhi thinks I should spit everything out. I still have my doubts.
P/s Get read for an awesome post on the 2nd of March! Where BFS will celebrate its First Birthday! It's 1o more days left!
Okay, okay, I don't expect any Art Magazine standard kind of layour blah blah but at least come out with something more appealing. After all, your magazine IS going to be read by teenagers. And believe me, we won't want to read something that's chucked all the way back at the travel brochure stand. I don't know if I'm starting to becoming steorotypical of Chinese school mags, but there are some quality ones out there (which, for some WEIRD reason, our school decided not to go with that one).
I was quite pissed today. I recently mailed out an order form for 12 issues of Readers' Digest for 95singaporedollars which was a saving of 19dollars from the cover price. I thought it was quite a good deal (although the fact is that 80% of each month's publication has that deal) and mailed out my order with ang pow lieu immediatlely. Thus now, Magazine Express Private Limited decided to pay a visit to Victoria School offering a year of subscription to the very same Readers' Digest magazine for just 72dollars! Thoughts of suicide flooded my mine. Shit.
Now, I am determined to save up enough to get an SLR Camera by my 16th birthday. I wouldn't mind a Canon 350D which is what the Media Lab is using but I predict that by my 16th Birthday, there would probably be cooler models out there. With yearly birthday cash and ang pow lieu, plus extra savings out of da allowance, 2000 by 2008 shouldn't be much of a problem. Oh well, I shall man man deng ba.
Have you ever had to break some bad news to someone who has been very enthusiastic about something for quite sometime? Sure, that person could have been a little to much enthusiastic but still... Well, I'm stuck in this pathetic shit right now and Li Zhi thinks I should spit everything out. I still have my doubts.
P/s Get read for an awesome post on the 2nd of March! Where BFS will celebrate its First Birthday! It's 1o more days left!
*earth shakes* It has been ages since I have updated Big Fat Smiles and I really apologize to da people out there who have been continually visiting day by day (at least that's how I see it when the counter jumps daily. And it's not me refreshing okay. Haha. So it has been 12 days since I have posted anything decent, the previous too are just short crap to make you people there not left out of my life (then again, who wouldn't want to be?). A lot of stuff has been going on since this 12-day period and here am I typing on my four-year-old keyboard once again...
This FRIDAY!
Is the inaugural Victoria School Student Leaders' Investiture. It is the first ever and probably the event in my vie victorienne so far that gave me a hell lot of stress. Firstly it was the calling up to look for ushers, the numbers on the list were cursed! Most of them were either engaged, wrong, or no longer existing. I hate it when I call, and hear the "tu tu tu tu tu..." sound, the "There's no such person, you've called the wrong number!" voice or the "The number you've just called is no longer in use..." Singtel lady. So I had to resort to calling out the poor Sec 2s monitors whom all agreed happily (and weirdly all that I picked were working perfectly! WTH?) to help out.
Then on the Friday rehearsal... wow, everyone was so excited to be there. It was so fun and everyone had puppy dog faces, the tension level was high and everyone was enjoying every single moment. Yarh right. Who on earth would want to spend a FRIDAY AFTERNOON, locked up in a freezing auditorium, listening to a couple of people who think what they say is "absolutely necessary" (actually it probably is but anyway...) when they could be rejoicing that SCHOOL was gone for a miserable two days.
The worst thing was, when I went to the rehearsal in the status of an emcee (the others were all sick) the teachers all ignored us until John had to fight for our welfare. In the end, our presence only mattered like 80% of the time. And after the rehearsal, when we had further practice, Mr Marran had to butt in and change our script?! My script was hopeless as it showed so much illegible handwriting (see what happens when you got no proper desk and chair?!) and I struggled hopelessly to read as emcee like as possible. I rushed to my welcoming Friday life when John said I could go.
Oh well, there's another rehearsal tomorrow. And the day after. And possibly on Thursday. I'll take it easy. Really.
TOMORROW!
The Victorian will be out tomorrow! OH MY GOD I AM DAMN EXCITED. Do you not what this means? That means the fruit of the Victorian team's labours will come to bear fruit! The entire November holidays (which was my prime) and days of staying back later on it the year. I really hope Mdm Taz is well enough to see the sight tomorrow. There's a 60% chance she will cry. I might if I dab some eye moe into my eyelids too=) Look out for the EMD and Reflections page! There's my article there, maybe I'll be egoistic and paste it in my blog.
More insignificant updates...
Mozilla failed me on Thursday. I was surfing the World Wide Web when all of a sudden, a pseudo Anti-Spyware program called SpyFalcon installed itself into me and started posting messages like "Your computer is infected!" on my taskbar. I mean YOU are the one that infected my computer so shut to f**k up. I am now tormented by the occasional Adult FriendFinder (which is a site that allows people to look for sex, I'm not 16 damn you), lame shit advertisments. IE has come back to haunt me again.
So well, this is some of the stuff that I encountered the pass week. If you don't count the virus, I think I could rate it as a pretty enjoyable one.
Oh yarh! I finished the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis. It's the worst book in the series so far.
This FRIDAY!
Is the inaugural Victoria School Student Leaders' Investiture. It is the first ever and probably the event in my vie victorienne so far that gave me a hell lot of stress. Firstly it was the calling up to look for ushers, the numbers on the list were cursed! Most of them were either engaged, wrong, or no longer existing. I hate it when I call, and hear the "tu tu tu tu tu..." sound, the "There's no such person, you've called the wrong number!" voice or the "The number you've just called is no longer in use..." Singtel lady. So I had to resort to calling out the poor Sec 2s monitors whom all agreed happily (and weirdly all that I picked were working perfectly! WTH?) to help out.
Then on the Friday rehearsal... wow, everyone was so excited to be there. It was so fun and everyone had puppy dog faces, the tension level was high and everyone was enjoying every single moment. Yarh right. Who on earth would want to spend a FRIDAY AFTERNOON, locked up in a freezing auditorium, listening to a couple of people who think what they say is "absolutely necessary" (actually it probably is but anyway...) when they could be rejoicing that SCHOOL was gone for a miserable two days.
The worst thing was, when I went to the rehearsal in the status of an emcee (the others were all sick) the teachers all ignored us until John had to fight for our welfare. In the end, our presence only mattered like 80% of the time. And after the rehearsal, when we had further practice, Mr Marran had to butt in and change our script?! My script was hopeless as it showed so much illegible handwriting (see what happens when you got no proper desk and chair?!) and I struggled hopelessly to read as emcee like as possible. I rushed to my welcoming Friday life when John said I could go.
Oh well, there's another rehearsal tomorrow. And the day after. And possibly on Thursday. I'll take it easy. Really.
TOMORROW!
The Victorian will be out tomorrow! OH MY GOD I AM DAMN EXCITED. Do you not what this means? That means the fruit of the Victorian team's labours will come to bear fruit! The entire November holidays (which was my prime) and days of staying back later on it the year. I really hope Mdm Taz is well enough to see the sight tomorrow. There's a 60% chance she will cry. I might if I dab some eye moe into my eyelids too=) Look out for the EMD and Reflections page! There's my article there, maybe I'll be egoistic and paste it in my blog.
More insignificant updates...
Mozilla failed me on Thursday. I was surfing the World Wide Web when all of a sudden, a pseudo Anti-Spyware program called SpyFalcon installed itself into me and started posting messages like "Your computer is infected!" on my taskbar. I mean YOU are the one that infected my computer so shut to f**k up. I am now tormented by the occasional Adult FriendFinder (which is a site that allows people to look for sex, I'm not 16 damn you), lame shit advertisments. IE has come back to haunt me again.
So well, this is some of the stuff that I encountered the pass week. If you don't count the virus, I think I could rate it as a pretty enjoyable one.
Oh yarh! I finished the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis. It's the worst book in the series so far.
I'm dead, emotionally, physically, spiritually. Okay, maybe not spirtually but definitely the other two. It seems that God has gave me obstacle after obstacle. My friends betraying me of my trust in the previous one. I have no idea what God's motive is but he's probably teaching me how to rely on him. I am hopeless, directionless and drained. I need to pray.
Muyao has lent me his Let Go from Avril Lavigne. It's awesome. Lyrics- meaningful. Tunes- pleasing. Voice- awesome. Appeal- 100%
It's a really damn cold night.
It's a really damn cold night.
I walk in from Bishan MRT Station and observes my fairly foreign suroundings. Sure, you take almost the same train everyday- but the people who take them with you are different. Do not think that these people are insignificant, and are just specks of dusts in your life (though they most probably will be). These are the people who will stay with you should your train be hijacked. These are the people whose bodies will lay beside you should the terrorist decide to bomb that train. These are the people whose faces would probably appear beside yours in the Obituary. Morbid? It is but the truth.
So anyway, I look around at my choices of seats and find that there are none. Only one seat is available and I proceed to sit down. Beside me is an elegant lady. I sit beside her and her mild perfume of the Allure Sensuelle (New Frangrance from Chanel) slowly drifts it's way into my nose. I get a little dizzy and continue to observe her. She is sporting the newest Burberry Fashion accompanied by hundred dollar makeup and million dollar hair. She shifts her feet, I look down and she's wearing Prada ladylike heels. I then look at her ears, dangling from them are what-seemed-like Tiffany diamond earrings. She then gives a femine, polite yawn and lifts up her wrinkle-free soft hands to look at her diamond encrusted, Swiss-made Jaeger Le Coultre timepiece. Her phone then vibrates, she takes it out and... Vertu! I think about the amount of tax she's paying and shudder in fear. I then turn my attention to the person beside me. *Yawn*, just an average joe in your average life. I turn my attention back to Miss Elegant.
Shock!
Miss Elegant's dainty neck is now leaned onto the window of the MRT train with her head facing towards the boring ceiling of the train. Her mouth is wide open and soft snoring noises (only I can hear) emits from her cultured mouth. Slowly but surely, a drip of saliva is forming at the side of her snoring-emiting body part! She then aruptly tilts her head to the gentlemen on her right and hits his shoulder. She then wakes up only to realise the chrysalised-saliva drop fall from her mouth, and drops onto her Burberry pants. She looks around her, probably hoping nobody saw her ugly side. She stayed awake the entire journey to Yishun.
Fiction or Non-Fiction? Up to you to decide =)
The train today was immensely irritating. It stopped five times, each time stoppin for as short as 30sec to as long as one and a half minutes. Annoying train conductor! He must have bribed his way into MRT Conductorship. Tsk.
So anyway, I look around at my choices of seats and find that there are none. Only one seat is available and I proceed to sit down. Beside me is an elegant lady. I sit beside her and her mild perfume of the Allure Sensuelle (New Frangrance from Chanel) slowly drifts it's way into my nose. I get a little dizzy and continue to observe her. She is sporting the newest Burberry Fashion accompanied by hundred dollar makeup and million dollar hair. She shifts her feet, I look down and she's wearing Prada ladylike heels. I then look at her ears, dangling from them are what-seemed-like Tiffany diamond earrings. She then gives a femine, polite yawn and lifts up her wrinkle-free soft hands to look at her diamond encrusted, Swiss-made Jaeger Le Coultre timepiece. Her phone then vibrates, she takes it out and... Vertu! I think about the amount of tax she's paying and shudder in fear. I then turn my attention to the person beside me. *Yawn*, just an average joe in your average life. I turn my attention back to Miss Elegant.
Shock!
Miss Elegant's dainty neck is now leaned onto the window of the MRT train with her head facing towards the boring ceiling of the train. Her mouth is wide open and soft snoring noises (only I can hear) emits from her cultured mouth. Slowly but surely, a drip of saliva is forming at the side of her snoring-emiting body part! She then aruptly tilts her head to the gentlemen on her right and hits his shoulder. She then wakes up only to realise the chrysalised-saliva drop fall from her mouth, and drops onto her Burberry pants. She looks around her, probably hoping nobody saw her ugly side. She stayed awake the entire journey to Yishun.
Fiction or Non-Fiction? Up to you to decide =)
The train today was immensely irritating. It stopped five times, each time stoppin for as short as 30sec to as long as one and a half minutes. Annoying train conductor! He must have bribed his way into MRT Conductorship. Tsk.
Eating an orange at midnight
0 Comments Published by wengkeong on Monday, February 06, 2006 at 2:20 PM.
Eating an orange at midnight
Struggling with problems.
Problems which others make of so light
Problems.
Problems that trouble
And Problems that tax
Problems that worry
And Problems that extract.
Then Someone comes in
And Problems are gone.
Problems that other's make of so light
Disappear by the dawn.
A piece of poetry that depicted how I felt last night.
Struggling with problems.
Problems which others make of so light
Problems.
Problems that trouble
And Problems that tax
Problems that worry
And Problems that extract.
Then Someone comes in
And Problems are gone.
Problems that other's make of so light
Disappear by the dawn.
A piece of poetry that depicted how I felt last night.
It's once again a friday,
0 Comments Published by wengkeong on Saturday, February 04, 2006 at 10:00 AM.
and there's parade tomorrow. Oh how I yearn for the days whereby parades were actually fun and all, but now, it is dominated by the dark cloud. For a freaking 3 hours and 20 minutes, this dark cloud will be following us- wherever we go, making it virtually impossible to maintain a jubiliant spirit/expression/self. This dark cloud commands physical dyhydration and mental sucking. After the the painful length of time, you become an empty apple, the result of a dementor's kiss. You are a person without feeling, without love. After that period of time, you live to die.
Someone, save me from this tormentation, I am suffering the effects of the crucio- in fact the dark cloud is the crucio. I am but a empty soul in the presence of this dramatic power. Though the controller of this dark cloud is not the devil, he is just similar, as Yiwen had mentioned on one of his entries that is apparently no longer existant.
Today was quite an acommplishing day. I am going to be the reserve Master of Ceremony on the Leader's Investiture helf on the 24th of January this year. I will also, collect whatever they will give us this year (some award presentation thingy) on behalf of the Sec2 2006 Monitors. I might also ask to be Photographer for the event. Haha, 1 person, 3 roles. I will probably be hopelessly redundant as reserve emcee since the chances of someone falling sick are from 1:999 but at least I'm going up to get something =)))
I finished Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction today! And here is my review for it:
Adrian Mole is now in is 30s and has taken a strange turn from the world of writing. He has now switched to reading- and embracing the Literature culture rather than creating Literature from his previous books. Adrian also takes a turn to much more romance this time- a strangling love relationship with new character Marigold and then later marrying her sister Daisy. Adrian's monetary problems also arises in this book- landing him in the torment of debt. Adrian's maternal and paternal relations also grow stronger.
Seeing Adrian Mole in his 30s and comparing him to when I first read him (in 13 and 3/4s) I sense a great difference. I now read him as someone more mature and rational (still as funny, of course). Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction is a heart wrenching book- having highs and lows which causes you to sympathise him and embrace him. The Last Book in the series is a terrific read.
So now, I am currently reading:
December Issue of The Readers' Digest
The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger
The Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
I must get the last 2 unread books from the Adrian Mole series this month and be done with Adrian for the rest of my life. Haha.
UPDATED.
Someone, save me from this tormentation, I am suffering the effects of the crucio- in fact the dark cloud is the crucio. I am but a empty soul in the presence of this dramatic power. Though the controller of this dark cloud is not the devil, he is just similar, as Yiwen had mentioned on one of his entries that is apparently no longer existant.
Today was quite an acommplishing day. I am going to be the reserve Master of Ceremony on the Leader's Investiture helf on the 24th of January this year. I will also, collect whatever they will give us this year (some award presentation thingy) on behalf of the Sec2 2006 Monitors. I might also ask to be Photographer for the event. Haha, 1 person, 3 roles. I will probably be hopelessly redundant as reserve emcee since the chances of someone falling sick are from 1:999 but at least I'm going up to get something =)))
I finished Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction today! And here is my review for it:
Adrian Mole is now in is 30s and has taken a strange turn from the world of writing. He has now switched to reading- and embracing the Literature culture rather than creating Literature from his previous books. Adrian also takes a turn to much more romance this time- a strangling love relationship with new character Marigold and then later marrying her sister Daisy. Adrian's monetary problems also arises in this book- landing him in the torment of debt. Adrian's maternal and paternal relations also grow stronger.
Seeing Adrian Mole in his 30s and comparing him to when I first read him (in 13 and 3/4s) I sense a great difference. I now read him as someone more mature and rational (still as funny, of course). Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction is a heart wrenching book- having highs and lows which causes you to sympathise him and embrace him. The Last Book in the series is a terrific read.
So now, I am currently reading:
December Issue of The Readers' Digest
The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger
The Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
I must get the last 2 unread books from the Adrian Mole series this month and be done with Adrian for the rest of my life. Haha.
UPDATED.
And so it wasn't much of a sucessful publication, partly because during the delay of the last issue, no body had commented about it, asked about it or tagged about it. What a pity, the first (and probably last) online publication made by the BigFatSmiles.BlogSpot.Com (worth 18000dollars in who knows what currency valued by Technorati) is therefore deemed a failure. Whatever, we can always pick up and walk the long lonely road again can't we? So anyway, I have to finish what I have started, and here, presented to you is Viva La Timor Loro Sae Issue 4.
Editor's Note
It has been really my pleasure to have been working on this short 5 series publication (4 issues with one with 2 editions). I have delayed this last issue for a pretty long amount of time- apparently hearing no complaint from my readers thus feeling a little dejected. This will probably be the last publication and soon a blog will be put up- just featuring this 5 series, 4 issue publication alone. Something to look forward too =) Also put up will be tips on travelling to East Timor- should anyone wish to give a shot at walking into the world's newest indepedant nation. So yarh, here is the last issue of Viva La Timor Loro Sae. Enjoy!
Signing out,
The Editor
Editor's Note
It has been really my pleasure to have been working on this short 5 series publication (4 issues with one with 2 editions). I have delayed this last issue for a pretty long amount of time- apparently hearing no complaint from my readers thus feeling a little dejected. This will probably be the last publication and soon a blog will be put up- just featuring this 5 series, 4 issue publication alone. Something to look forward too =) Also put up will be tips on travelling to East Timor- should anyone wish to give a shot at walking into the world's newest indepedant nation. So yarh, here is the last issue of Viva La Timor Loro Sae. Enjoy!
Signing out,
The Editor
Some small notes...
Did you ever know what does Viva La Timor Loro Sae mean?
Well, Timor Loro Sae means East Timor in Portugese. Since Portugese is the official Language of the Nation, Viva Timor Loro Sae was said by the President (Xanana) at election speeches or national events which means "Cheer on East Timor" in Portugese.
Sabbath in Dili
The first Sunday spent in Dili!
While everyone was settled in the air-conditioned church building in motherland Singapore, the Timoree trippers (us) were saddled in the open air sanctuary situated in Rua iz de Outubron, Dili. There was a tentage above all our heads with flags of most nations painted on the tentage. On why the Israeli flag was placed in front- I don't know. The worship session, which got the ball rolling, was in the Tetum language. The songs however, were the same, and translated from our typical English to their traditional Tetum. The sermon was preached by the Leader of our Team, who was also one of the pastors in the Motherland church. Overall, it was a very spiritual and engaging service.
YOUTHexplosion Concert and Bazzar
Was a pretty interesting way- on how we distributed our donated items to the Timoreese. A Bazaar was held and visitors were led in to some building which I forgot what was. So anyway, the locals were led into the building- free of charge, and were given free coupons indicating $1 or 50cents. So these locals could go around the Bazaar "buying" stuff and playing games with the coupons. And so I was placed in the Security Section (can you believe they put me in SECURITY???) and was in charge of Securing the Ropas or Clothes stall.
Why I was able to sneak away to take this photo was all due to the wonderful slack atitude of your Big Fat Smiler. However, this was not much of a busy time in the stall- "still very little people" as Kwan would say. So yarh, as people came into the Bazaar, more and more people came to help out in the Ropas stall. Because every visitor was flocking to the clothes section! And soon, the men got rowdy and there was all kinds of commotion. I got quite freaked out. And then we decided to throw all the clothes from the provided tables onto the floor. At first I thought it was quite a bad idea- after all, who wants to wear clothes ON THE FLOOR? It was a good idea anyway, cause everyone was pushing and all that shit. Thus the job of being a cashier got even worse when the people were not allowed to choose their clothes from the table but from the floor. We, were the
pickers for them and thus they were pointing here and there and we had to pick it for them. Due to language barriers, when they said "Skirt" or "black" or whatever I did not understand and some were pretty angry with me. *oops* Some of them were wearing quite interesting clothes though- may I direct your attention to the 3rd picture in this section? Click on it- it'll zoom. YES! That is a PE tee from Tanjong Katong Secondary School! Haha, apparently it was thrown in some donation drive and the donation drive donated it to this nice Timoree here. The Timoree was pretty embarassed when I took a picture of him though.
After the Bazaar was the Youth Concert held in an extremely dirty stadium. Oh my god I hate that place. The amount of dust swept up was absolutely humongous and the chairs were filled with filth. I was cursing under my breath when I was cleaning that filthy place. The toilets were worse (thank god I wasn't assigned that place) but we had to draw water from there. And the water was in this disgusting well like thing with a aged bucket inside and we had to draw from there. The toilets in the toilet were choked.
Haha, enough of the gross. The Youth Concert was absolutely great! My goodness! The weirdest thing was that the people there were smoking during the worship concert (Timorees are heavy smokers- much due to the cheap cigarette sails). I was not down there with the congregation because I was trying to get the people to stand. About 70% of the individuals were sitting on the seats above. They were sitting! I can't imagine anyone SITTING in a youth concert. So yarh. It was a great time.
Tips on Timor Travel
We flew on JetstarAsia- which was a chartered flight. Other alternatives include a 7times a week flight from Bali and a more frequent flight from Darwin Australia.
Timorese are mostly Catholic there. Should you be entering the villages other than those in Dili- caution yourself when taking out the bigger cameras, it could frighten.
Trips to many of the other Districts in Timor can be boarded via Lorry/microlet which is not a very tourist alternative because of it's packness. You probably would be forced to stand. Frequency are only about once a week. Alternatives are hiring of 4x4s at about 70us a day.
Which ends my last issue! Obrigadu!
Did you ever know what does Viva La Timor Loro Sae mean?
Well, Timor Loro Sae means East Timor in Portugese. Since Portugese is the official Language of the Nation, Viva Timor Loro Sae was said by the President (Xanana) at election speeches or national events which means "Cheer on East Timor" in Portugese.
Sabbath in Dili
The first Sunday spent in Dili!
While everyone was settled in the air-conditioned church building in motherland Singapore, the Timoree trippers (us) were saddled in the open air sanctuary situated in Rua iz de Outubron, Dili. There was a tentage above all our heads with flags of most nations painted on the tentage. On why the Israeli flag was placed in front- I don't know. The worship session, which got the ball rolling, was in the Tetum language. The songs however, were the same, and translated from our typical English to their traditional Tetum. The sermon was preached by the Leader of our Team, who was also one of the pastors in the Motherland church. Overall, it was a very spiritual and engaging service.
YOUTHexplosion Concert and Bazzar
Was a pretty interesting way- on how we distributed our donated items to the Timoreese. A Bazaar was held and visitors were led in to some building which I forgot what was. So anyway, the locals were led into the building- free of charge, and were given free coupons indicating $1 or 50cents. So these locals could go around the Bazaar "buying" stuff and playing games with the coupons. And so I was placed in the Security Section (can you believe they put me in SECURITY???) and was in charge of Securing the Ropas or Clothes stall.
Why I was able to sneak away to take this photo was all due to the wonderful slack atitude of your Big Fat Smiler. However, this was not much of a busy time in the stall- "still very little people" as Kwan would say. So yarh, as people came into the Bazaar, more and more people came to help out in the Ropas stall. Because every visitor was flocking to the clothes section! And soon, the men got rowdy and there was all kinds of commotion. I got quite freaked out. And then we decided to throw all the clothes from the provided tables onto the floor. At first I thought it was quite a bad idea- after all, who wants to wear clothes ON THE FLOOR? It was a good idea anyway, cause everyone was pushing and all that shit. Thus the job of being a cashier got even worse when the people were not allowed to choose their clothes from the table but from the floor. We, were the
pickers for them and thus they were pointing here and there and we had to pick it for them. Due to language barriers, when they said "Skirt" or "black" or whatever I did not understand and some were pretty angry with me. *oops* Some of them were wearing quite interesting clothes though- may I direct your attention to the 3rd picture in this section? Click on it- it'll zoom. YES! That is a PE tee from Tanjong Katong Secondary School! Haha, apparently it was thrown in some donation drive and the donation drive donated it to this nice Timoree here. The Timoree was pretty embarassed when I took a picture of him though.
After the Bazaar was the Youth Concert held in an extremely dirty stadium. Oh my god I hate that place. The amount of dust swept up was absolutely humongous and the chairs were filled with filth. I was cursing under my breath when I was cleaning that filthy place. The toilets were worse (thank god I wasn't assigned that place) but we had to draw water from there. And the water was in this disgusting well like thing with a aged bucket inside and we had to draw from there. The toilets in the toilet were choked.Haha, enough of the gross. The Youth Concert was absolutely great! My goodness! The weirdest thing was that the people there were smoking during the worship concert (Timorees are heavy smokers- much due to the cheap cigarette sails). I was not down there with the congregation because I was trying to get the people to stand. About 70% of the individuals were sitting on the seats above. They were sitting! I can't imagine anyone SITTING in a youth concert. So yarh. It was a great time.
Day of Sighseeing
It's the 2nd last day of the Timoree encounter and we're going Shopping! In Timoree style though =) Well, we visited the Comorro Market- which is market more suited for locals than tourists. It was a great photographic oppotunity though. People selling chickens, toothbrushes, toothpastes, slippers, custard apples, bananas yada yada. More to view at the Flickr! (end of post shall show the URL) We also visited the Soveneirs market- more tourist orientated, selling the Timoree tie and all that. So yarh, invested about 25 US Dollars in the country's economy =)
It's the 2nd last day of the Timoree encounter and we're going Shopping! In Timoree style though =) Well, we visited the Comorro Market- which is market more suited for locals than tourists. It was a great photographic oppotunity though. People selling chickens, toothbrushes, toothpastes, slippers, custard apples, bananas yada yada. More to view at the Flickr! (end of post shall show the URL) We also visited the Soveneirs market- more tourist orientated, selling the Timoree tie and all that. So yarh, invested about 25 US Dollars in the country's economy =)
Tips on Timor Travel
We flew on JetstarAsia- which was a chartered flight. Other alternatives include a 7times a week flight from Bali and a more frequent flight from Darwin Australia.
Timorese are mostly Catholic there. Should you be entering the villages other than those in Dili- caution yourself when taking out the bigger cameras, it could frighten.
Trips to many of the other Districts in Timor can be boarded via Lorry/microlet which is not a very tourist alternative because of it's packness. You probably would be forced to stand. Frequency are only about once a week. Alternatives are hiring of 4x4s at about 70us a day.
Which ends my last issue! Obrigadu!
