There's some kind of subconscious reality between sleep and being awake, your dreams define who you are. The kind of thoughts and questions that generally bombard your mind throughout the day are logically going to be carried into your sleep. And they might offer quite a juxtaposed stance on what you originally arrived at. Maybe it's just our brain's way of forcing us to see problems from another angle; another perspective. Maybe as humans we're just too adamant about what we think. It's pride that's the fall of man.
It's gonna be Christmas! Haha. I need to start listening to Christmas stuff, and get more Christmas stuff at that too. Presents, cards, Orchard, Borders, oolala. There's just something about the season that just plunges you into a pseudo happiness. Then pseudo happiness somehow becomes real happiness. It's a waterfall kind of thing, just that the water goes up instead of down.
Cafe on Saturday was somewhat of a debate. Cafe at the Edge collects all cans that all Edgers drink so that we can give them to old aunties and uncles who rummage through rubbish dumps to collect drink cans and cardboards. Previously, we used to drive the huge bag of cans to Toa Payoh to give them to this specific group of people. But today there was this Aunty rummaging right there and then after Edge at our rubbish dump. So I was arguing that we should give it to her, after all the Toa Payoh people were always there.
Then it really touched to the real issue. We, as humans, why do we do charity? Is it for ourselves? To feel good? To know that I've done my part? Or is it really for the needy? That they need us so much we're helping them?
Think about it.
It's gonna be Christmas! Haha. I need to start listening to Christmas stuff, and get more Christmas stuff at that too. Presents, cards, Orchard, Borders, oolala. There's just something about the season that just plunges you into a pseudo happiness. Then pseudo happiness somehow becomes real happiness. It's a waterfall kind of thing, just that the water goes up instead of down.
Cafe on Saturday was somewhat of a debate. Cafe at the Edge collects all cans that all Edgers drink so that we can give them to old aunties and uncles who rummage through rubbish dumps to collect drink cans and cardboards. Previously, we used to drive the huge bag of cans to Toa Payoh to give them to this specific group of people. But today there was this Aunty rummaging right there and then after Edge at our rubbish dump. So I was arguing that we should give it to her, after all the Toa Payoh people were always there.
Then it really touched to the real issue. We, as humans, why do we do charity? Is it for ourselves? To feel good? To know that I've done my part? Or is it really for the needy? That they need us so much we're helping them?
Think about it.
India has been the place of firsts for me. First time clubbing, first time being to a multi-million dollar wedding, first time getting to pick a car to ride on, first time being chauffeured, first time staying in a colossal house. Even being in India is a first time thing.
However, it was also my first time (second time actually, but just to make this string of words sound better) getting up front and personal with poverty. It was my first time seeing what poverty can do to people. It was my first time seeing the colossal income disparities that exists between the people. It was my first time seeing how the middle class hang dangerously in between.
India is an extremely wonderful place. The people there are beautiful people, they just need to learn a bit more. Learn basic courtesy. Learn not to cut queues (shitty flyers at the Indira Gandhi International Airport). But it isn't their fault really, growing in such an environment teaches them to be competitive, hardcore. Even at the expense of being uncourteous, ungracious.
I still see the core though. The seeds that dwell within which will grow to much more beautiful stuff.
Taj was great, old monumental stuff was great, but what's greater is the people. The amount of work that can be done is staggering, but when it finally concludes, India will shine freaking brightly.
However, it was also my first time (second time actually, but just to make this string of words sound better) getting up front and personal with poverty. It was my first time seeing what poverty can do to people. It was my first time seeing the colossal income disparities that exists between the people. It was my first time seeing how the middle class hang dangerously in between.
India is an extremely wonderful place. The people there are beautiful people, they just need to learn a bit more. Learn basic courtesy. Learn not to cut queues (shitty flyers at the Indira Gandhi International Airport). But it isn't their fault really, growing in such an environment teaches them to be competitive, hardcore. Even at the expense of being uncourteous, ungracious.
I still see the core though. The seeds that dwell within which will grow to much more beautiful stuff.
Taj was great, old monumental stuff was great, but what's greater is the people. The amount of work that can be done is staggering, but when it finally concludes, India will shine freaking brightly.
Currently, I am not looking forward to India. The packing is killing me. Killing. Me. Packing is for sick people. Seriously.
I also found out that I am not bring the MacBook to Delhi/Agra/Jaipur and that sucks. Big time. I hope. Hope. Hope. India has lots and lots of internet cafes. I cannot shoot on only 1.25gb of flash memory. MacBookless sucks.
Right now, the only thing that's driving me are the shots from Popagandhi.com. I'm going to India for India. Not for anything else.
Postscript. Twitter updates might come! Look out for the entry above :)
I also found out that I am not bring the MacBook to Delhi/Agra/Jaipur and that sucks. Big time. I hope. Hope. Hope. India has lots and lots of internet cafes. I cannot shoot on only 1.25gb of flash memory. MacBookless sucks.
Right now, the only thing that's driving me are the shots from Popagandhi.com. I'm going to India for India. Not for anything else.
Postscript. Twitter updates might come! Look out for the entry above :)
Read about iPhone. Look at iPhone (online). Look at iPhone (offline). Read about iPod touch. Look at iPod touch (online). Look at iPod touch (offline). Touch iPhone (offline). Touch iPod touch (offline).
Haha. Apple's a genius. I'll probably wait till iPhone in Singapore. By then I'll have enough k'chng :)
It's cute that so many other companies came up with similar devices over the years. Touch screen has been around since who-knows-how-long-ago, in Palms, HPs. Then HTC Touch and Prada came up with iPhone similar stuff. And guess what, none of them got that hype. Nobody queued up for 22 hours when they launched their products. They didn't get to be on the front page of so many freaking magazines, newspapers, blogs, online stuff. They didn't get to be Time Magazine's Invention of the Year.
So many people cursed the iPhone even before it came out. One of Palm's heads told presses that they had eons of experience in this industry, and Apple had just only started. They will go nowhere.
Look at where Apple's at now, bunch of suckers.
Haha. Apple's a genius. I'll probably wait till iPhone in Singapore. By then I'll have enough k'chng :)
It's cute that so many other companies came up with similar devices over the years. Touch screen has been around since who-knows-how-long-ago, in Palms, HPs. Then HTC Touch and Prada came up with iPhone similar stuff. And guess what, none of them got that hype. Nobody queued up for 22 hours when they launched their products. They didn't get to be on the front page of so many freaking magazines, newspapers, blogs, online stuff. They didn't get to be Time Magazine's Invention of the Year.
So many people cursed the iPhone even before it came out. One of Palm's heads told presses that they had eons of experience in this industry, and Apple had just only started. They will go nowhere.
Look at where Apple's at now, bunch of suckers.
Life is all about regrets.
Regretting how I never relished the experience of Peer Support Camp when I was in Peer Support Camp. While on this topic I would like to thank everyone: Glen, Linus, Alph, Jun Cong, Sherwin, Oswin, Musli, Ze Wei, John Zheng, Joshua (Ng), Yi Zhe, Wei Jing, Muhsin, Jeremy, Jin Meng, Imran, John Wong, Hao Ming and all the Sec 2s for making PSLTC07 such a jackass blast for me. I had one of the most awesome four freaking days of my life and I think it was all because you guys were there. I forgot the Ex-facils as well, shan't name you but I know who you are. PSLTC07 will be one of those reasons why I freaking want a tape recorder that playbacks your life.
I think Musli describes an experience that two-thirds describes how I felt after PSLTC. Read it if you like Musli.
Regretting how half my term with MC and PSB is gone. And how I didn't take time to energise everyone in my EXCO, and how I wasn't an awesome chairman for the first half. And how I actually didn't give my all to these causes which freaking meant and means a lot to me. I think this is a severe wake up call for me. Time doesn't last forever, it ticks away like you're freaking rich. Just that you're not. You're only 15 years and 14 days and 13 hours and 12 minutes and 11 seconds and 10 milliseconds old once. So make good use of the time you have.
Regretting how I never took time to really interact with juniors and relate to them. Regretting how I didn't treasure my Sec One years and in lower sec kept wishing I was in upper sec. Regretting how I didn't give more to school. Regretting how I could have scored a freaking lower l1r5. Regretting how I fucking procrastinated too much. Regretting how I never spent more effort and time with too many people. Regretting how I never treasured too many people. Regretting how I daoed too many people. Regretting how I never bothered to relate to too many people. Regretting a lot of things.
And regretting sucks. Regretting sucks you into a deep dark hole. Deep dark holes and freaking deep dark holes. You do not want to fucking fall into a deep dark hold.
So yeah. This is my life. All about regretting. Get a grip. Get over it.
*half a minute interval*
That was what I felt a lot after I left camp. And it stayed this way for pretty long. Deep dark holes even in a mere day is not fun. Not fun. And then I read Nicolas' blog. No offense to Nicolas but I decided to post it instead of link it in case you guys don't click.
Kenrick: Life is full of regrets, but they shouldn't nail you down.
Nicolas: So I'm quite confused/lost now you see.
Kenrick: Haha, is there any point in regrets?
Kenrick: Life is linear, in case you haven't realised, yet in a inextricable web.
Kenrick: Your life is a story, yet all lives are a single story. Haha.
Nicolas: Woahh, alright.
Kenrick: Right?
Nicolas: Yup.
Kenrick: So don't look back look FRONT.
Yea. It pretty much cut me. I don't know who hell you freaking are, Kenrick, but you're abso-freaking-lutely right. Thanks a bunch.
So yea, I'm now going to push as much as I can for all those regrets.
Regretting how I never relished the experience of Peer Support Camp when I was in Peer Support Camp. While on this topic I would like to thank everyone: Glen, Linus, Alph, Jun Cong, Sherwin, Oswin, Musli, Ze Wei, John Zheng, Joshua (Ng), Yi Zhe, Wei Jing, Muhsin, Jeremy, Jin Meng, Imran, John Wong, Hao Ming and all the Sec 2s for making PSLTC07 such a jackass blast for me. I had one of the most awesome four freaking days of my life and I think it was all because you guys were there. I forgot the Ex-facils as well, shan't name you but I know who you are. PSLTC07 will be one of those reasons why I freaking want a tape recorder that playbacks your life.
I think Musli describes an experience that two-thirds describes how I felt after PSLTC. Read it if you like Musli.
Regretting how half my term with MC and PSB is gone. And how I didn't take time to energise everyone in my EXCO, and how I wasn't an awesome chairman for the first half. And how I actually didn't give my all to these causes which freaking meant and means a lot to me. I think this is a severe wake up call for me. Time doesn't last forever, it ticks away like you're freaking rich. Just that you're not. You're only 15 years and 14 days and 13 hours and 12 minutes and 11 seconds and 10 milliseconds old once. So make good use of the time you have.
Regretting how I never took time to really interact with juniors and relate to them. Regretting how I didn't treasure my Sec One years and in lower sec kept wishing I was in upper sec. Regretting how I didn't give more to school. Regretting how I could have scored a freaking lower l1r5. Regretting how I fucking procrastinated too much. Regretting how I never spent more effort and time with too many people. Regretting how I never treasured too many people. Regretting how I daoed too many people. Regretting how I never bothered to relate to too many people. Regretting a lot of things.
And regretting sucks. Regretting sucks you into a deep dark hole. Deep dark holes and freaking deep dark holes. You do not want to fucking fall into a deep dark hold.
So yeah. This is my life. All about regretting. Get a grip. Get over it.
*half a minute interval*
That was what I felt a lot after I left camp. And it stayed this way for pretty long. Deep dark holes even in a mere day is not fun. Not fun. And then I read Nicolas' blog. No offense to Nicolas but I decided to post it instead of link it in case you guys don't click.
Kenrick: Life is full of regrets, but they shouldn't nail you down.
Nicolas: So I'm quite confused/lost now you see.
Kenrick: Haha, is there any point in regrets?
Kenrick: Life is linear, in case you haven't realised, yet in a inextricable web.
Kenrick: Your life is a story, yet all lives are a single story. Haha.
Nicolas: Woahh, alright.
Kenrick: Right?
Nicolas: Yup.
Kenrick: So don't look back look FRONT.
Yea. It pretty much cut me. I don't know who hell you freaking are, Kenrick, but you're abso-freaking-lutely right. Thanks a bunch.
So yea, I'm now going to push as much as I can for all those regrets.
I'm up at 6am in the morning in VS while most of the Sec 2s are still asleep. It's PSLTC everybody! Yay!
I guess what's so unique about life in VS is the multiple camps that we do every year, the amount of bonding we go through together as batches, and the ever increasing affection we have for the school. Not just emotionally, but physically as well.
I slept at freaking 12.50 am and woke up at 6.30 am. Thats *holds up fingers* only less than six hours. Shit. How on earth am I going to stay up for lectures later. Imagine Seniors sleeping at lectures. Rawr.
So, like I said, school has become sort of an addiction. We come here for fun laughter, peace and joy. We come here for meetings. We come here to hang out. We come here to eat (Okay maybe not that). We come here to love. When we don't come here, we get jittery. We have withdrawal symptoms. We go on MSN and try to talk to somebody else.
Okay maybe not that degree of absurdity.
Vee ass kemama ole ole ah ah.
Postscript. I know my entry sounds disjointed but it's freaking 6am.
I guess what's so unique about life in VS is the multiple camps that we do every year, the amount of bonding we go through together as batches, and the ever increasing affection we have for the school. Not just emotionally, but physically as well.
I slept at freaking 12.50 am and woke up at 6.30 am. Thats *holds up fingers* only less than six hours. Shit. How on earth am I going to stay up for lectures later. Imagine Seniors sleeping at lectures. Rawr.
So, like I said, school has become sort of an addiction. We come here for fun laughter, peace and joy. We come here for meetings. We come here to hang out. We come here to eat (Okay maybe not that). We come here to love. When we don't come here, we get jittery. We have withdrawal symptoms. We go on MSN and try to talk to somebody else.
Okay maybe not that degree of absurdity.
Vee ass kemama ole ole ah ah.
Postscript. I know my entry sounds disjointed but it's freaking 6am.
Five days into the holiday and it feels like shit. It's not a holiday. At all.
At least shit is fun. Haha.
EMD last night was super. Duper. Uuper. Like really awesome.
But what's more super. Duper. Uuper. Like really awesome, for many many times is the process of doing everything. For so many events I have been preparing and preparing and preparing. And when it finally comes the time when I go and stage and finally do it. It's gone like the wind.
So yeah, I have come to a conclusion after many emcee stints. The fun of it is not the product, but rather, the process. Rather cliche, but there's a reason why cliches are cliches.
Of course, what made it more fun was touching an iPhone *swoons*. Not the iPod touch hor, iPhone. I guess it lived up to the expectations to all the great reports lah, but I only have a chance to say that cuz somebody has a rich father.
Okay, this entry was a short oasis of calm. Now caress me as I return into the world of fun shit.
Bye shufa! Bye rollerblading! Bye photography! Bye reading! Bye running!
At least shit is fun. Haha.
EMD last night was super. Duper. Uuper. Like really awesome.
But what's more super. Duper. Uuper. Like really awesome, for many many times is the process of doing everything. For so many events I have been preparing and preparing and preparing. And when it finally comes the time when I go and stage and finally do it. It's gone like the wind.
So yeah, I have come to a conclusion after many emcee stints. The fun of it is not the product, but rather, the process. Rather cliche, but there's a reason why cliches are cliches.
Of course, what made it more fun was touching an iPhone *swoons*. Not the iPod touch hor, iPhone. I guess it lived up to the expectations to all the great reports lah, but I only have a chance to say that cuz somebody has a rich father.
Okay, this entry was a short oasis of calm. Now caress me as I return into the world of fun shit.
Bye shufa! Bye rollerblading! Bye photography! Bye reading! Bye running!
