RMUN today was a real eye opener. I mean like never in my life will I be discussing such obscure issues so irrelevant (it actually is relevant but whatever) to my daily life except at these 3 faithful days whereby life is full of intellectual discourse and profound vocabulary. Well, I have to admit, some people's adequateness did inject a bit of self-despise.
Then again I thought it wasn't really normal for a 15 year old to understand world economics, reasons behind those mysterious jumps in numbers which make tons of FOREX investors lose money at the Currency Exchange Booths and complicated trade issues like tariffs, protectionism, deficits and surpluses.
I mean people study degrees for stuff like that. Like B.A. Economics or something.
I did manage to grasp everything together though, although I remained largely silent throughout the economic debates. I didn't even bother to talk to anyone during Unmoderated Caucuses (which is basically a timeframe delegates initiate do engage in informal conversations which fellow delegates not necessarily in seating positions) and just sat at my seat and stoned.
I am so social.
The resolution was finally (FINALLY!) passed and after tea-break we had brief debates on military aspects before adjourning the debate to tomorrow.
Yeah. Raffles Model United Nations Conference 2007. 3 days of my June Holidays. Better be worth it.
Then again I thought it wasn't really normal for a 15 year old to understand world economics, reasons behind those mysterious jumps in numbers which make tons of FOREX investors lose money at the Currency Exchange Booths and complicated trade issues like tariffs, protectionism, deficits and surpluses.
I mean people study degrees for stuff like that. Like B.A. Economics or something.
I did manage to grasp everything together though, although I remained largely silent throughout the economic debates. I didn't even bother to talk to anyone during Unmoderated Caucuses (which is basically a timeframe delegates initiate do engage in informal conversations which fellow delegates not necessarily in seating positions) and just sat at my seat and stoned.
I am so social.
The resolution was finally (FINALLY!) passed and after tea-break we had brief debates on military aspects before adjourning the debate to tomorrow.
Yeah. Raffles Model United Nations Conference 2007. 3 days of my June Holidays. Better be worth it.
The north of Singapore has always been a chapter for working-class hoi polloi. Dominated by middle-class Singaporeans and scatters of Chinese immigrants, it didn't exactly hold the prestige as a prominent location in Singapore. The most widely associated icon towards the North was the bridge (affectionately entitled the Causeway) that transported vehicles and pedestrians to neighboring country Malaysia, which used to be a popular weekend haunt.
Myself, being a resident of the north (Admiralty in particular) for close to eleven years, have formed an intricate love-hate affair with the place. It wasn't really a valuable constituency, despite being the largest one. Most Northerners haven't voted in the past three or four General Elections, and the most recent one was contested by the most pathetic opposition party ever. Even so, Northerners were so fed up with their limited voting chances that 20% of the constituency (around 20,000 Singaporeans) voted for the pathetic opposition party.
My love revolved around the comfort and familiarity of the area. Convenience was a seven out of ten, with a direct bus that took me to Tampines in 45 minutes and the MRT (Singapore's train system) a 5 minute walk from home. The relationships established among my Primary school friends plus church social circle also more or less revolved in the North of Singapore.
However, in the recent Victorian years, I have spent more time hanging out and homing in the East. Parkway Parade and Siglap were more familiar than the forgotten Causeway Point in Woodlands. The holiday season (now), did pull me back into the caressing north again.
So today, I traded the Penne for yellow egg noodles, Creamy Chicken pasta for substandard Wanton Mee and Pasta Mania for the neighborhood food court. Oh, and the Caffe Mocha for the Pao Pao Cha.
And it wasn't that bad.
Check out the photo-series inspired by my suburban neighborhood here.
Myself, being a resident of the north (Admiralty in particular) for close to eleven years, have formed an intricate love-hate affair with the place. It wasn't really a valuable constituency, despite being the largest one. Most Northerners haven't voted in the past three or four General Elections, and the most recent one was contested by the most pathetic opposition party ever. Even so, Northerners were so fed up with their limited voting chances that 20% of the constituency (around 20,000 Singaporeans) voted for the pathetic opposition party.
My love revolved around the comfort and familiarity of the area. Convenience was a seven out of ten, with a direct bus that took me to Tampines in 45 minutes and the MRT (Singapore's train system) a 5 minute walk from home. The relationships established among my Primary school friends plus church social circle also more or less revolved in the North of Singapore.
However, in the recent Victorian years, I have spent more time hanging out and homing in the East. Parkway Parade and Siglap were more familiar than the forgotten Causeway Point in Woodlands. The holiday season (now), did pull me back into the caressing north again.
So today, I traded the Penne for yellow egg noodles, Creamy Chicken pasta for substandard Wanton Mee and Pasta Mania for the neighborhood food court. Oh, and the Caffe Mocha for the Pao Pao Cha.
And it wasn't that bad.
Check out the photo-series inspired by my suburban neighborhood here.
The starchy examination period had taken a drawl on my reading life, having completed a startling zero books in the past few weeks of May. Hence, I dragged myself to Borders on Saturday to breathe new life into the stale and stagnant recent reading habits of mine.
Previous experiences at MPH (while waiting for late friends at Parkway) brought me to the immensely arousing Biographies section of which I never really paid attention to because of its mostly "hardcover only" direction of which, a poor student like me, was unable to afford. Nevertheless, the array of interesting characters didn't cease to tingle my whatever senses.
Princess Masako: Prisoner of the Chrysanthemum Throne has been a shocking revelation and read for me for the past few days- the book I purchased at Borders on Saturday. $10 off the hardcover ($50 to $40) plus the fact that I still had unused Borders credit proofed a worthy reason to go out of the way for such an expensive publication.
It was certainly worth the green. Seriously. This book has led me glued to it for 3 days, and has brought the cold and rigid Japanese monarchy alive before my very eyes. This being my only source of interpretation towards the Imperial Family could have been an immensely bias sway, but I enjoyed and believed it anyway.
Princess Masako is a deranged, depressed, pathetic woman who is the victim of archaic traditions and practices which scientifically interpreting, does not aid her country. Severely bullied by the kunaicho, or the Imperial Household Agency, she is suffocated by layers of heavy blankets, each one the entrapment of lame responsibilities and burdens.
She is certainly at her wits end in all, if any, efforts in bringing reform to the ironclad monarchy and her princess fairy-tale ending would never be.
A shocking eye-opener.
The horrid exams have sucked all the interest to blog hence this pretty dead site. The last entry was sort of a hoax, to make my presence on BFS a little brighter. It worked, didn't it? Haha, six comments on an entry.
So, yea, the next portion of the entry was slated for earlier publication but due to my uninterestedness in blogging during the hectic exam period, I pushed it back until now. Enjoy though, I reckon it'll be an interesting read.
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We get it all covered somehow, despite the mountainous criticisms, cuts and stabs at our so-called gracious society, beneath that deep dark scary exterior, we're really a darling at heart. My dash into a rush train from Dhobby Gaut station last Friday proved a rather stare-filled one, as the moment I ran in, the train doors closed. It was as if I alone had committed the heinous crime of stalling our entire train, and wasting other people's time. Either that or the starers were jealous at the fact that the train arrived right in time for me while they had to wait what? A freaking seven plus minutes for our much debated (on the effectiveness) transport's system's train to arrive (which I believe you all commuters have fantastic experience of).
I'm sure you all have had some sort of dash in encounter into the train, and the look of the people who ogle at you is seriously, not nice. So, to piss them off even further, I plucked out my iPod to listen to fantastic Grey's Anatomy soundtrack music while they embraced the monotony of the train ride.
Yeah, but what made me change my perspective on our somewhat warped commuting society was not the fact that an old man who walked into the train a station later was not offered a seat. I'm sure we all have had our fair share of those old men who look like perverts and think they deserve a seat, but believe me, this one was not. His neck was like bloody bent and he needed a seat dead bad. And then, when we were in the middle of one station and the next, a man finally (finally!) gave up his seat although the old man was like half a carriage away from the seat.
And tata! The train stopped. And because of awesome Physics, we have awesome inertia! (actually its the other way round but really, who cares), his body plunged to the front! And get this. A lady caught him. It wasn't really a movie moment with the carefully planned drama, but yes, a lady sported him from the back. So seriously ladies, don't give me the shit about non-male contact and all that. If he's a pervert than you'll bloody hell know he's a damn pervert so don't touch him. It's definitely not the same for man- have to get that right ;)
So right then after the dear drama, our dear senior citizen continued his expedition towards the half-a-carriage away seat which was then halted because some nice lady sitting nearer to him gave up her seat for him, not noticing his presence until then. So our dear friend then finally sat down super pleased.
So yeah, we all get it covered somehow.
Oh and after six long years, I have finally resigned to the fact that my personal study techniques are not at all effective and have gone for tuition. For Physics at least. Spent an hour+half at Parkway Centre's "Victoria Tutorial Centre" with the sherv, Roy and dy. It was pretty effective, and I swear I understood more than your average Physics lesson. Oh wells, at least I have something to fall back onto in case the 6 subjects in the l1r5 screws up.
So, yea, the next portion of the entry was slated for earlier publication but due to my uninterestedness in blogging during the hectic exam period, I pushed it back until now. Enjoy though, I reckon it'll be an interesting read.
***
We get it all covered somehow, despite the mountainous criticisms, cuts and stabs at our so-called gracious society, beneath that deep dark scary exterior, we're really a darling at heart. My dash into a rush train from Dhobby Gaut station last Friday proved a rather stare-filled one, as the moment I ran in, the train doors closed. It was as if I alone had committed the heinous crime of stalling our entire train, and wasting other people's time. Either that or the starers were jealous at the fact that the train arrived right in time for me while they had to wait what? A freaking seven plus minutes for our much debated (on the effectiveness) transport's system's train to arrive (which I believe you all commuters have fantastic experience of).
I'm sure you all have had some sort of dash in encounter into the train, and the look of the people who ogle at you is seriously, not nice. So, to piss them off even further, I plucked out my iPod to listen to fantastic Grey's Anatomy soundtrack music while they embraced the monotony of the train ride.
Yeah, but what made me change my perspective on our somewhat warped commuting society was not the fact that an old man who walked into the train a station later was not offered a seat. I'm sure we all have had our fair share of those old men who look like perverts and think they deserve a seat, but believe me, this one was not. His neck was like bloody bent and he needed a seat dead bad. And then, when we were in the middle of one station and the next, a man finally (finally!) gave up his seat although the old man was like half a carriage away from the seat.
And tata! The train stopped. And because of awesome Physics, we have awesome inertia! (actually its the other way round but really, who cares), his body plunged to the front! And get this. A lady caught him. It wasn't really a movie moment with the carefully planned drama, but yes, a lady sported him from the back. So seriously ladies, don't give me the shit about non-male contact and all that. If he's a pervert than you'll bloody hell know he's a damn pervert so don't touch him. It's definitely not the same for man- have to get that right ;)
So right then after the dear drama, our dear senior citizen continued his expedition towards the half-a-carriage away seat which was then halted because some nice lady sitting nearer to him gave up her seat for him, not noticing his presence until then. So our dear friend then finally sat down super pleased.
So yeah, we all get it covered somehow.
Oh and after six long years, I have finally resigned to the fact that my personal study techniques are not at all effective and have gone for tuition. For Physics at least. Spent an hour+half at Parkway Centre's "Victoria Tutorial Centre" with the sherv, Roy and dy. It was pretty effective, and I swear I understood more than your average Physics lesson. Oh wells, at least I have something to fall back onto in case the 6 subjects in the l1r5 screws up.
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Marry me?
-Preston Burke and George O'Malley.
I think its only after you stop living your life with a special someone is when you really appreciate that special someone. Absence makes the heart grow fonder right?
So anyway took a trip down to Parkway today with Oswin to collect his new spectacles! Haha, he got a headache within like the first few minutes of wearing them. I guess its technically quite normal because of all the cheem Physics crap which is gonna be tested tomorrow and I am not a single bit prepared for it. That was random, but yea, anyway.
I bought 10 year series English today. Which is really such a mugger shit thing to do. And I am so not that. But the pathetic hardworking of me just yearns to be expressed (AKA me wanting to do real work) whereas the gallivanting, idiotic me just shuts the hardworking one out and wastes his life away. Ooh, abstract ;)
After all the Parkway fun with Oswin, I proceeded to my habitually nap- this time on 966. And then in the middle of that nap, stupid Ding Yuan called me with a super retarded voice (I actually thought he was mentally retarded) asking me if I knew who was that mysterious caller. And wtf when I woke up, how the hell was I suppose to know that 966 changed route and decided to go by Bukit Panjang?
So upon waking up to pick up his retarded phone call, I looked outside to see a strange LRT Station called Petir. WTH is Petir? Like oh my God la. And then with Ding Yuan and his idiotic accent, I was sent into the vertex of panic.
I was thinking if I should get down and call a taxi, then I decided to relax and wait and see where the bus went.
Thank God.
In about 15 minutes time I was back in the familiar Woodlands interchange. Stupid change of route.
So anyway took a trip down to Parkway today with Oswin to collect his new spectacles! Haha, he got a headache within like the first few minutes of wearing them. I guess its technically quite normal because of all the cheem Physics crap which is gonna be tested tomorrow and I am not a single bit prepared for it. That was random, but yea, anyway.
I bought 10 year series English today. Which is really such a mugger shit thing to do. And I am so not that. But the pathetic hardworking of me just yearns to be expressed (AKA me wanting to do real work) whereas the gallivanting, idiotic me just shuts the hardworking one out and wastes his life away. Ooh, abstract ;)
After all the Parkway fun with Oswin, I proceeded to my habitually nap- this time on 966. And then in the middle of that nap, stupid Ding Yuan called me with a super retarded voice (I actually thought he was mentally retarded) asking me if I knew who was that mysterious caller. And wtf when I woke up, how the hell was I suppose to know that 966 changed route and decided to go by Bukit Panjang?
So upon waking up to pick up his retarded phone call, I looked outside to see a strange LRT Station called Petir. WTH is Petir? Like oh my God la. And then with Ding Yuan and his idiotic accent, I was sent into the vertex of panic.
I was thinking if I should get down and call a taxi, then I decided to relax and wait and see where the bus went.
Thank God.
In about 15 minutes time I was back in the familiar Woodlands interchange. Stupid change of route.
The walk home from the ever familiar MRT Station (10 years of alighting/boarding from the same station) is coupled by the walk down the escalator, the presence of the MacDonalds Desert Stand, the rush towards the Desert Stand and then walking away from the Desert Stand.
Why? You may ask, the MacDonalds Desert Stand has one of the most deliciously cheaper deserts ever. There's the McFlurry when you're feeling richer, there's Milkshakes, there's Sundaes and all sorts of stuff. And there's the bargain huntinged 50cents Vanilla Cone!
Haha. Because in suburban Singapore, we drink Bubble Tea! Sweet Talk, one of Singapore's most prominent Bubble Tea retailers opened their new franchise about a month ago at Admiralty Station.
I have never really been a mad dog for Bubble Tea. Part of the reason was that when it first came out, it was so exorbitantly expensive. I remembered it was around S$2.50 a cup? And you needed $0.30 more for mere pearls. Distraught! Yet they were the occasional treat my mom gave me.
Now they come as low as a buck a cup. Sweet Talk's cost slightly more at S$1.20. The one at Admiralty serves decently enjoyable pearls- not too chewy, not too soft. I remember the one at Yishun (which closed down), the pearls were so soft! And like you just had to use the top of your mouth and your tongue to gently squish it and it was splat all over.
My favorite concoction is weirdly, Passionfruit Milk Tea. The taste of that syrup just seems to whisk into the Milk Tea so well. At least that's how it goes on my taste buds :)
So after my love continuous ordering of Kopi Beng (See-Han-influenced) and then Kopi See Siew Tai (Ker-influenced), the new beverage to stay is Passion Fruit Milk Tea!
Why? You may ask, the MacDonalds Desert Stand has one of the most deliciously cheaper deserts ever. There's the McFlurry when you're feeling richer, there's Milkshakes, there's Sundaes and all sorts of stuff. And there's the bargain hunt
Haha. Because in suburban Singapore, we drink Bubble Tea! Sweet Talk, one of Singapore's most prominent Bubble Tea retailers opened their new franchise about a month ago at Admiralty Station.
I have never really been a mad dog for Bubble Tea. Part of the reason was that when it first came out, it was so exorbitantly expensive. I remembered it was around S$2.50 a cup? And you needed $0.30 more for mere pearls. Distraught! Yet they were the occasional treat my mom gave me.
Now they come as low as a buck a cup. Sweet Talk's cost slightly more at S$1.20. The one at Admiralty serves decently enjoyable pearls- not too chewy, not too soft. I remember the one at Yishun (which closed down), the pearls were so soft! And like you just had to use the top of your mouth and your tongue to gently squish it and it was splat all over.
My favorite concoction is weirdly, Passionfruit Milk Tea. The taste of that syrup just seems to whisk into the Milk Tea so well. At least that's how it goes on my taste buds :)
So after my love continuous ordering of Kopi Beng (See-Han-influenced) and then Kopi See Siew Tai (Ker-influenced), the new beverage to stay is Passion Fruit Milk Tea!
