I think Big Fat Smiles needs an revival. Now that I am absolutely too busy to do another blog (do I hear cheers?), I seriously need to make BFS the BFS it once was! I remember the days where I could have close to 100 hits daily and not get excited because it was supposed to be like that (bastardic, egoistic me). But now, BFS is just a normal blog with the label of "I am not given a damn" on its stinking forhead.
Perhaps I should change the template? I mean the last time I changed BFS was in... December? (I am certainly not going to flip through my archives, its sorta... embarassing?) So I guess 4 months is long enough to change a bloggy clothings.
Oh yarh. Here is an announcement (or statement rather). I am by no means going to do any templates anymore unless a miracle happens. I am totally sucky at webdesign (other than Oswin's which is far to simplistic for a dozen's taste) and a very good example would be the reach website. I am going to change it very (very very very) soon when YMCA approves our project. So people out there, I'm really sorry (especially M****). I certainly have too little time and brain to do such a massive thing again. FYI, all my templates were personalised and not made by me. The Growing Affectionately Green one is koped from Blogger Templates. Sorry-ah!
Currently playing a Scrabble like game on Yahoo with Wei Ren now. He is currently at 53 while I am at 32. There are only 69 (I am not horny!) letters left. I suck at scrabble. Why can't Taboo be online or something.
Perhaps I should change the template? I mean the last time I changed BFS was in... December? (I am certainly not going to flip through my archives, its sorta... embarassing?) So I guess 4 months is long enough to change a bloggy clothings.
Oh yarh. Here is an announcement (or statement rather). I am by no means going to do any templates anymore unless a miracle happens. I am totally sucky at webdesign (other than Oswin's which is far to simplistic for a dozen's taste) and a very good example would be the reach website. I am going to change it very (very very very) soon when YMCA approves our project. So people out there, I'm really sorry (especially M****). I certainly have too little time and brain to do such a massive thing again. FYI, all my templates were personalised and not made by me. The Growing Affectionately Green one is koped from Blogger Templates. Sorry-ah!
Currently playing a Scrabble like game on Yahoo with Wei Ren now. He is currently at 53 while I am at 32. There are only 69 (I am not horny!) letters left. I suck at scrabble. Why can't Taboo be online or something.
This entry is an attempt to not make my blog look so...
0 Comments Published by wengkeong on Sunday, April 23, 2006 at 2:50 PM.
empty, thus most of it is pretty crap. You can ignore this post if you want =) I would if I were you.
I'm feeling happy today. There is no parade and here I am, slacing at home in front of mikey and my computer (although I do wish it was the 13.3" MacBook rather than this stinking old Acer). How I love these Saturdays. I thought of going to breakfast somewhere posh but people have declined me (some have CCAs, some no money, some don't wanna wake up). Sigh.
And apparently I am supposed to meet a Cultural Medallion artist whose name I forgot to discuss the URA Bridge design thingy. Oh yarh, My group's (Lizhi, Oswin, Kundan and Justus) work has been selected to be part of the double hellix bridge at Marina Bay. They claim its a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity but I think its just a clever way to save cost (they don't pay us) and not hiring some internationally renowned designer.
Did a writing test yesterday. I think I pretty much screwed up. The plot is weird. It's like GOF, the entire thing just zooms through your head without anything making an impression. Sigh. Perhaps I should really start writing more often to practice.
Shit. My dreams are burning up in flames.
*** Incredibles on Disney today! Remember watching it with JR and WT on WT's b*dae. Sigh, wonderful Admiralty memories...
I'm feeling happy today. There is no parade and here I am, slacing at home in front of mikey and my computer (although I do wish it was the 13.3" MacBook rather than this stinking old Acer). How I love these Saturdays. I thought of going to breakfast somewhere posh but people have declined me (some have CCAs, some no money, some don't wanna wake up). Sigh.
And apparently I am supposed to meet a Cultural Medallion artist whose name I forgot to discuss the URA Bridge design thingy. Oh yarh, My group's (Lizhi, Oswin, Kundan and Justus) work has been selected to be part of the double hellix bridge at Marina Bay. They claim its a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity but I think its just a clever way to save cost (they don't pay us) and not hiring some internationally renowned designer.
Did a writing test yesterday. I think I pretty much screwed up. The plot is weird. It's like GOF, the entire thing just zooms through your head without anything making an impression. Sigh. Perhaps I should really start writing more often to practice.
Shit. My dreams are burning up in flames.
*** Incredibles on Disney today! Remember watching it with JR and WT on WT's b*dae. Sigh, wonderful Admiralty memories...
I'm crazy.
I'm going crazy! I feel like somekind of maniac sourcing fortune tellers for help! Ahh! Speculation isn't vodoo okay! Let's just pray AppleInsider is correct.
Or else I might eat worms.
Or else I might eat worms.
Everything is swirling. It's the dead of the night and I suddenly feel a surge of writing madness, the tips of my veiny fingers just itching to type on my noisy, rain-drop sounding keyboard. I am tired, but my hands are detached from my brain- they are not listening, just endlessly moving, dancing...
My spasm was kinda generated by Josiah's hardly ever updated weblog. In his last entry he expressed the hope of being promoted to a Warrant Officer (it has been a week since he was promoted, congrats Josiah, but we can see how updated your blog is). Then, my brain then immediatly flashbacked to Jeremy and his entry about not the rank and about having the character that is important. (that is really one inspiring entry, go read it)
Then I kinda think about my path. Will I be as committed to the Boys' Brigade as I thought I would be when I just entered in the puny life of a Sec 1? Of course I never really expressed my thoughts to anyone in the BB except some but, then there's this weirdish barrier- preventing me from letting the enthusiasm I once had burst out of me. Is it the short term excitement that has left my very soul? Or is it just another one of God's fateful tests.
I have been bombarded with commitments and responsiblilities this few months. I haven't been balancing them very well- although I know that I can, with time management. However I have pretty much failed- failing the Lagebra test which I had put so much concentration on. I kinda felt discouraged- mugging for such a long time and yet receiving such pathetic results. (Sorry but this might be a little offensive) but I really hate it when people say that Maths is such an easy subject yada yada yada. I mean everyone has ups and downs in their characters and talents. So you can pretty much shut up at mine downs. (this is, a general remark and not targeted at anyone in particular)
Back to my path. Will I still make my presence in the Monitors' Council next year? And be in the EXCO? Will I be able to handle such heavy responsibilities and cope with working with a batch of monitors I hardly know except for the occassional hellos and slaps of high fives? Will I be able to lead as well I as I thought I would when I was first asked to be in the EXCO whatever?
Media! Media! Probably the stressful element and drainage system of my current life. Of course being in Media has its perks (as Mdm Taz frequently uses to encourage us)- being able to influence the school, being able to decide who gets to go into the publications, being able to take photos and get extra privileges that others don't get. But, is it worth it? I mean yes. But am I able to withstand yet another test of this short term interest? Staying in school everyday till quite late is no joke. Unlike "Campers" who saty in school to study, I am facing a computer screen. And it's pretty tiringat times all the time.
Then I worry about my studies. The horrible truth about streaming is that is very hard to change your path if you decide that the path you chose is too rocky for your taste. Others might have better to shoes to walk with but you might be walking on that very same rocky path barefoot, thus wanting to change a path that suits you better (maybe a sandy beach or something).
Really in a dilemma right now. 8 out of the 10 people I know rather I go to the science stream than the arts stream. "follow your heart" Yarh right, easier said than done. What if what you chose doesn't suit you at all, and you end up screwing yourself up. Well done Weng Keong. Well done.
Everything should be in the hands of god. Everything.
Should.
My spasm was kinda generated by Josiah's hardly ever updated weblog. In his last entry he expressed the hope of being promoted to a Warrant Officer (it has been a week since he was promoted, congrats Josiah, but we can see how updated your blog is). Then, my brain then immediatly flashbacked to Jeremy and his entry about not the rank and about having the character that is important. (that is really one inspiring entry, go read it)
Then I kinda think about my path. Will I be as committed to the Boys' Brigade as I thought I would be when I just entered in the puny life of a Sec 1? Of course I never really expressed my thoughts to anyone in the BB except some but, then there's this weirdish barrier- preventing me from letting the enthusiasm I once had burst out of me. Is it the short term excitement that has left my very soul? Or is it just another one of God's fateful tests.
I have been bombarded with commitments and responsiblilities this few months. I haven't been balancing them very well- although I know that I can, with time management. However I have pretty much failed- failing the Lagebra test which I had put so much concentration on. I kinda felt discouraged- mugging for such a long time and yet receiving such pathetic results. (Sorry but this might be a little offensive) but I really hate it when people say that Maths is such an easy subject yada yada yada. I mean everyone has ups and downs in their characters and talents. So you can pretty much shut up at mine downs. (this is, a general remark and not targeted at anyone in particular)
Back to my path. Will I still make my presence in the Monitors' Council next year? And be in the EXCO? Will I be able to handle such heavy responsibilities and cope with working with a batch of monitors I hardly know except for the occassional hellos and slaps of high fives? Will I be able to lead as well I as I thought I would when I was first asked to be in the EXCO whatever?
Media! Media! Probably the stressful element and drainage system of my current life. Of course being in Media has its perks (as Mdm Taz frequently uses to encourage us)- being able to influence the school, being able to decide who gets to go into the publications, being able to take photos and get extra privileges that others don't get. But, is it worth it? I mean yes. But am I able to withstand yet another test of this short term interest? Staying in school everyday till quite late is no joke. Unlike "Campers" who saty in school to study, I am facing a computer screen. And it's pretty tiring
Then I worry about my studies. The horrible truth about streaming is that is very hard to change your path if you decide that the path you chose is too rocky for your taste. Others might have better to shoes to walk with but you might be walking on that very same rocky path barefoot, thus wanting to change a path that suits you better (maybe a sandy beach or something).
Really in a dilemma right now. 8 out of the 10 people I know rather I go to the science stream than the arts stream. "follow your heart" Yarh right, easier said than done. What if what you chose doesn't suit you at all, and you end up screwing yourself up. Well done Weng Keong. Well done.
Everything should be in the hands of god. Everything.
Should.
Finally some Singaporean recognition for this amazingly beautiful country. Should I describe my travelling styles- I would defintely be a traveller than a tourist. I mean thecultural looking-in to India etc. etc. would be so much more meaningful than paying a thousand grand a night staying in a swanky suite in the heart of Manhattan.
I'm currently preparing for my (hopefully) next trip to the world's youngest nation this December. It's gonna cost me a bomb (and probably some malaria pills) but hey, you gotta hafta take a opportunity when it's right in front of you. The planes this time are CHARTERED! I'm defintely no fan of stopping in Darwin/Bali and paying more the next time I go. Anyone interested in following on this exciting and fantabulous journey can follow LoveSingapore's Youth Counterpart Joshua21!
FYI, I was lead to this site from a full color page ad in the Sunday Times (Singapore) today and the ad is here.
Another good news for me today. My mom has been hogging the computer doing my dad's accounts for the past 2 days leading to my absence from the blogosphere. The since-last-year expected iBook 13.3 inch has been finally "Inside-info-ed" again by AppleInsider to be released by this month. My mac is finally getting closer into my embracing arms. No, I will not name it some chessy name like others had done, I like it the way it's called. However, they have changed the since-don't-know-when name of iBook into MacBook without the Pro which sounds cheesier but who cares.
Sadly its Intel so Photoshop will probably run slower. Arg.
Whatever, I hope its out soon. Bye people.
Just read Bounce Back to Life's newest strip entitled "Witches"! Immensely entertaining, hilarious and definitely reflective of Singaporean culture (as has been observed at ever cousin's wedding, muahaha).
Went to visit my Neopet today after a dreadfully long period. It was dying. I had millions in my bank account yet I didn't feed it. I'm getting fevil.
Went to visit my Neopet today after a dreadfully long period. It was dying. I had millions in my bank account yet I didn't feed it. I'm getting fevil.
