the lastsplash

Its such a lousy day, I have decided to blog another entry. Yesh, I am thinking about things other than my last two papers on Thurs and Friday. Something probably talked alot before by many people... What is it with men and women with 可爱-oooii *杨丞琳's voice* face, long tresses, slim legs, curvey body, in revealing tight clothes (only for those with the former characteristics), in pink. Why are men so attracted to those features? The guy is lying if he says he will not turn his head when he sees women with those features. I think it has nothing to do with men being lustful or anything disgusting. It probably has something to do with the genes, the hormones. I don't believe it has to do with things like its men's nature instinct to look for partners who can reproduce blahblahblah. That's so boring! Its something mysterious, something that let men derives pleasure by just looking openly, without doing anything bad or harmful or immoral. Do women ogle at men all the time too

Ailment: Heat rash Remedy: Apply toothpaste all over your body. Bathe an hour later. And you'll feel cooling the whole day. I made my way to Canteen B to study on Tuesday morning.It was really hot and some heat rash thingy developed around my neck (those red lines). It wasn't serious, and they normally disappear after I cool down. 发发 said I have them cuz I hung myself to death in my last life (this is how silly guy with pms will think). -yeah right-. At the vegetarian stall, the uncle dispensed me the advice above. I just smiled widely at him. I was quite surprised that a stranger would be so concerned about me and dispensed me those advice. Maybe it is because our society is rather "cold" at times, any small act of being socially-responsible or "spontaneous-kindness" impress me. For example, there was this incident on the train the other day when a guy left some stains on the floor after he put down a plastic bag. Apparently the plastic bag contained some

I just got back from the Saturday tuition sessions. It has been almost 5 months since I started.I have two classes of primary school children, P4 and P3, taking Maths and Science, and English, respectively. It has become a Saturday routine. A energy-draining activity. It is somehow different from giving volunteering tuition. When you are paid, the responsibility seems greater. And if you ain't doing a good job, someone else is readily available to take up yours. The fact that I really need that money, I have to put in more effort. Some students have left, and some have joined. I'm not sure whether they left cuz they think I ain't good 'nuff for them. But there are some who seem really happy and appreciative to have me around. On my first lesson, I set the ground rules for my classes. I told them my expectations on their behavior. On boy, how naive I was. They are only nine or ten, they don't understand the significance of those rules. After a couple of lessons with

No use trying to fight it, you're an eight-sided die, a d8. A fine example of simple elegance, the d8 is one of the least appreciated types of dice, and is often neglected. You are known to be quiet and shy, outward traits that conceal viscous sarcasm and mean wit. You are very smart, yet wise enough to hide your intelligence the quicker they found out how smart you are, the sooner they'll put you to work, which is something you can do without. People call you dark and pessimistic, or moody and cynical. You find little point in arguing.

How big is the male ego? How many dents it takes for it to burst? What does it take for one to stop getting hurt? Where is that thin line between persistence and determination? Why when great expectations come big disappointments, we are still being hopeful everyday? When is enough really enough? Compounded miserable events are making this day very difficult for me. -big sigh- let's put these all aside... .. . a recap of the past few days: After weeks of exam self-confinement in the hostel, eating has become a chore. Here I'm, eating to live another day. I really hope to taste something good. And I did, after my first paper on Wednesday. I had the taste of one of the best chicken rice at Toa Payoh Lor 4. Well, it was better than any of the chicken rice in school. It was a shame that the Ah Heng bak chor mee, near the chicken rice stall, was closed on Wednesday. Was told it was one of the best in the area too. Shall we go there makan it next time? Ah, I had a visitor on Tuesda

First of all, I want to to salute all the women out there who suffer the agonies of moodswings and cramp every month or so. Tho' I will never get to know how it feels, I know it must be super terrible. Now that its exam period (no pun intended), I have to struggle with moodswing as well. I call it Pre-exam Moodswing (pms). Its the anxiety, the bloated-stomach+butterflies-feeling, and breathlessness. I know it has been many many exams before, but each time it seems to be the worst. Below is the picture of three guys suffering from pms. To cope with their pms, these three guys played the "wsc youth game" last night. You may ask, what exactly is the "wsc youth game". Since I have lotsa time, I shall explain the rules of the game to you, for the benefit of those who never heard of it. History: This game originated from the wsc rsp youth. At the birthday party of one of my mahjong-kaki, two of the pms guys above picked up the game from the youth volunteers of the

Did another stun just now. I bought a packet of laksa back to room for dinner, but my room no bowl loh... how to eat laksa without a bowl? And I am not as talented as 发发 who has mastered his "Pan Yun 掌" (I also not sure what is that), and can hold the packet of noodle in one hand, while he eat with another. Lucky I still have the CNY goodie "gong4" around. Managed to squeeze the packet of laksa into the gong4. This gong4 very useful leh, used to hold pineapple tarts, then I used it to hold some crackers, and now, laksa. Its good to keep such containers around, you'll never know when you need one loh. Btw, canteen one laksa quite delicious lah, shiok ah! *oyishi!* *oooooooooooooooi!* *sugoihhhhhhhhhhhhhh* yum yum (don't laugh, I don't know jap, can only say a few words I learned from japan hour and animes), still perspiring leh, I'll probably miss it...

no photoshop, girl of yours truly!

While we were revising for exams at canteen B, we suddenly started to talk about the cartoons we watched when we were young, names started popping up, so did the memories. I still remember the days when I would stay over at ah ma's house during the weekends, and watch cartoons on Saturday and Sunday mornings on Ch5... Below are some of them which I can still remember watching. If you never heard of them before, maybe we have some kinda generation gap? heh heh. Drop me your comments k? The Alvin Show : Alvin, Simon, and Theodore! Captain Planet : Captain Planet, he's our hero, gonna take pollution down to zero! The Carebears : Carebear stare! 5,4,3,2,1! Casper the Friendly Ghost The Centurions : Power Extreme! Dennis the Menance Dino Riders Doraemon Fantastic Four Felix the Cat The Flintstones G.I. Joe : the all american hero! Gummibears : doink doink, jumpin' here and everywhere! He-Man and the Masters of the Universe : free action figures with Vitasoy!!! The Jetsons M.A.S.

I think girls are more inclined in Mathematics than guys. Or at least, they are better than me. ha ha... And they enjoy solving Math problems for fun. No matter how much I dislike it (cuz I ain't good at it), I think its still easier to understand subjects with some sorta Math. Afterall, a math equation simplifies the most complicated model in a line or two. Sidetracking, below are a few pictures of school I took while walking back hall from canteen B just now. The wind was blowing, the sky was beautiful, the atmosphere was really relaxed, I couldn't resist but to take a few shots. The Sunset Boulevard of NTU ...

There was a show on arts central about singapore poetry scene a few weeks back. On that show, I distinctly heard the poet (don't remember his name) commented about the local poultry scene of being dull, and everyone only write about trees and the environment... Yes!!! The local "poultry scene"! He kept repeating that several times. You may think its really corny, but he really said that, unintentionally of course. Anyway I got inspired after listening to some songs on my mp3 player when I was studying and decided to write a "poem" using the lyrics (modified) from those songs. Its quite duh lah, so don't laugh too much okay? You'll find them familiar if you listen to English songs. Modern Day Love Story. shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time on a live wire right up off the street He took a week's Vacation to forget her His girl took a weeks' worth of Valium and slept Her drug is a heartbreaker His love is a lifetaker By the time he hears

This gonna be a very long entry, cuz I am staying up to watch the Juve vs Liverpool match, and progress for revision has been quite slow since an hour ago, and they are showing Friends replay on tv at the moment (at least its not days of our lives right?). So here's the part 1 of the special two parts blog entry for this morning: I admit, I have not been diligently applying toner to my face at night. No wonder my complexion is still so bad. -shudders- oh no, i have told you man's best kept secret - we do facial too! No la, not really "facial". It started out with me teasing 发发 for doing "facial" every night. Toner, moisturizer, night repair, eye lid cream... whitening cream? ha ha, the latter was my recommendation for him due to his dark complexion. One day I shared this joke with my gf, and being a caring gf, she got me a bottle of nivea visage (yeah, that expensive brand !) refreshing toner. Everyone likes picture, there is a picture of it below, sitting

The wake-up call brought me back to reality today. Nothing is as important as the exams now. But the intense pressure is mounting, too much for for any comfort. Just wanna complain abit. I am so sick that Singapore is so academic-results oriented. Yeah. So sick. Cuz I ain't getting any interviews so I wanna complain. Of cuz, there's nothing wrong with being results-oriented, if I am the employer, I'd probably want the best candidates - results is an indicator. Of cuz, please give this guy here who ain't quite developed up there in the area of academics a chance. Alright, thats much better now! You might wonder why I have so much time to blog, well, you don't need to have finish all that studying or be way ahead of your schedule to blog right? hee hee. My head is too big to mug right now. Anyway I will be working hard,constantly reminding myself of the wake-up call I had today. Now, on to some happy things. Below is a picture of the necklace I gave my girlfriend

Its not a scene from the horror film, its just a billboard glowing in the dark, at the bus stop outside the innovation centre. Yes, you must have noticed these billboards appearing at the bus stops in school in the past two weeks. These commercial propaganda tools are slowly creeping into our school! Much like those billboards you see everywhere else in Singapore, they have finally found their way into the school. I wonder if it is the school's or LTA's idea to put these billboards in the campus bus stops. Maybe soon you'll see them appearing at canteens or tutorial rooms and LTs as well. (horror horror!!!) It's alarming how Singapore has become highly commercialised. Other than at the bus stops, advertisements are appearing everywhere, in your face. On the road, you see ads everywhere too. There are cabs with ridiculous billboards on their roofs. Cow tails appear at the back of the buses, and now cows are also appearing along the expressways. The interior of train

Sometimes I think that I am a really mean person. And it's being mean unknowingly. Words just come out without much thoughts. Or perhaps with great thoughts to entertain myself and a few others, but at the expense of a poor soul. After reading an entry on someone's blog, I thought I should reflect on my mean behaviour. For example, I can be really mean to my parents at home. I talk loudly to them, brush them off when they have something to say, and refuse to spare sometime to get interested in what they are talking. I think those are really mean things that I shouldn't have done. Of course mean things can be in the form of sarcasm I hurl at people. The more angry I, the more I strive to be witty and mean. I still remember writing those meanie emails to people who just don't really care what they are doing and not telling them directly in their face. I guess its unfair for me to always judge people with the same measurements of priorities and responsibilities, as we

I must apologise to my loyal readers (that is, if there is, any, at all), for disappointing them in the past few weeks as I have not been blogging. Its the usual story, reports, essays, assignments, meeting the deadlines. But I have certainly read many blog entries daily (you know, the one with a cuppa coffee, and ones with pink theme, and of my dear friends', yes I check your blogs everyday) ... and had quite a few laughs too. And I must take my hat down for the guy who "asked for a lady's hand" thru his lecturer (you guys seen the clip from the web cam right?). He is certainly not shy at all! But needta improve on his art. ha ha. I wonder if my "art" will appear on the big screen one special day or not. Where is the best big screen in SG for that? Heerens, Suntec, Emerald? Or the one at Lido? Or even at Toa Payoh HDB Hub? Guys, I'm sure that will win the hearts of your sweethearts out there, but at the same time burn a big hole in your pockets. ha ha.