[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
[ << Previous 20 ]
[ << Previous 20 ]
|Saturday, August 30th, 2008|
|Sunday, August 24th, 2008|
George Sampson's 2008 audition
George Sampson's finale performance
Chelsie and Mark's Lyrical Hip-Hop to "Bleeding Love"
Katee and Joshua's Hip-Hop to "No Air"
Katee and Joshua's Samba to "Baila, Baila" (SO GOOD!)
Gev and Courtney's Cha Cha to "Don't Stop The Music" (SO GOOD!)
*Sigh* I wish I could dance like that. But since I can't, I'll just stick to appreciating it.
|Writer's Block: Your Threads
What does your favorite "you" outfit consist of?
If I had it my way, I'd be wearing the gowns worn by characters in Austen's novels..long flowy, empire dresses for formal occasions. And equestrian/preppy outfits for more vigorous activities.
I do realize tt I'll be labelled a freak by the mondern-day fashionista...so I'll stick to the usual: nice top and jeans.
|Thursday, August 21st, 2008|
|Writer's Block: Your Favorite Series: One Last Go Round
If you could pick any TV show that has been off the air to come back for one more season, which show would you pick and why?
It was pretty much the show I grew up with during my teens. It started when I was 13 and ended when I turned 20. I also love the plot, character, setting etc...
|Monday, August 18th, 2008|
|Writer's Block: Six-Word Story
Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” He is believed to have called it his greatest literary work ever. Can you write a story in six words?
Romance - "Will we love each other forever?"
Epic - "He came, He saw, He conquered"
Mystery - "Clue: A bloody, broken butcher's knife"
I'm out for now! And I realize I haven't blogged here FOREVER!
|Monday, October 22nd, 2007|
Goes to show I'm almost 100% Asian. Whaha.
|Friday, October 19th, 2007|
|Living in a Book
It's nearly 1am here so I apologize if I'm not completely lucid...
Read a couple of comments to the previous posts and you can't imagine how happy I am to know that there are people like me who exist!
By like me, I mean people who don't just read a book, they live it. I think only a very, very good book - or at least a book that really appeals to you can make your mind do that. I say your mind because its subconscious. You don't want to think about it, you just do.
I can live in a book weeks or months after I've finished reading it. It's a bit of a pain when the flashback occurs during an exam but its a very wonderful feeling too. As of now, I'm stuck in Jacqueline Carey's Kushiel's Justice. But just so you know, Inda is still lurking in the back of my mind. I revisit Iasca Leror from time to time, as I do with Remalna.
Sometimes I imagine myself as a character, sometimes as just a person/bystander in the story. Then sometimes, I imagine what I'd do if they came to our reality and said Hi!
And yep, I know I should get my hands on The Fox. Trying!
Okay, I'm done with my weird ramble.
|That Ain't Too Bad
In reply to Ozma: Yes, I have Googled my name before. Found someone with my name in Singapore! Just one.
|Thursday, September 27th, 2007|
|Pretty Accurate...I think
|Your Birthdate: February 26|
You lucked out the the skills to succeed in almost any arena.
Put you in almost any business or classroom, and you'll rise to the top.
You're driven and intense, but you also know when to kick back and cooperate.
Your ability to adapt to almost any situation is part of what's going to make you a success.
Your strength: Your attention to detail
Your weakness: You can be a little too proud of your successes
Your power color: Turquoise
Your power symbol: Arrow pointing up
Your power month: August
|Monday, September 24th, 2007|
|Meetings of Mind and Heart
I've been neglecting my blogs. All of them. I think my blogging phase has kinda worn off. It seems easier to store everything under "memories" in my own head.
And the most important memories are those I've had with my friends. I know I'm only 19 (some people think that it's young but I'm so not looking forward to the big 2-0), but I'm amazed that I still keep in touch with my primary school friends. We may have met when we were 9, childish and immature, with our petty squabbles, secret code words, and our scribbled autograph books with lame jokes and rhymes; but we can still yammer on about anything and everything that catches our fancy.
Had a sleepover with the primary school buds 2 weeks ago. We didn't do anything crazy. In fact, we fell asleep at the godforsaken hour of 2am *sarcasm*. I think we're getting old. Our stamina ain't what it used to be. I have to admit that I had a long day filled with presentations and quizzes. Despite the long 6 hr break between lessons, I ended up with a slight headache after all that studying.
Random: All 3 of us love our dessert! I go weak at the knees when there are sinful brownies and ice cream.
We're also planning to travel to Europe next year since one of them will be in London then. I want to go to London, Bath, Paris, Rome, Venice, Santorini, Switzerland, Vienna! Well the original list was longer but I probably don't have the funds to do so much travelling. Impoverished college student, yah? I think the best we can do is England, France, and Italy (not very extensively). Problem: We need guys to act as bodyguards. I'd rather not travel with a bunch of dudes but everyone seems to be telling me that we'll be prime targets for pickpockets and lusty French men. *SIGH*
On another note, bumped into a secondary school friend today. I forgot her name. Just remembered that it started with a P. Said the wrong name and embarassed myself. Learned from her that a whole bunch of secondary school friends were in the same shopping center (this isn't the middle of town aka. Orchard, but the heartlands aka. Choa Chu Kang - so it's a bit coincidence and a very small world). Ah well, I'll try to meet up with the future doctors and lawyers again.
That's about all I've got to say. I'll have to get back my review for The Joy Luck Club in terms of sexism.
|Thursday, August 16th, 2007|
This is way too amusing. Imagine my surprise when I saw a banner made up of my icons under mandrake_child's post. Muaha. Click on it and have fun.=D
pseudomonas me scripsit anno 2005
|Thursday, July 19th, 2007|
|I cost $15.50!
Now I can honestly say that I'm cheap. Sounds bad doesn't it? But here it's good.
Here's the deal. You look over the following list and see how many of these things you have done. ADDING up the corresponding amount of money along the way. Then, post the amount that you are as the title of the bulletin.
PS: THE SMALLER THE BETTER!!!!!
1. Had sex: $10.00
2. Smoked: $3.00
3. Got drunk: $7.00
4. Went skinny dipping: $5.00
5. Kissed someone of the opposite sex: $5.00
6. Kissed someone of the same sex: $5.00
7. Cheated on a test: $2.00
8. Fell asleep in class: $0.50
9. Been expelled: $5.00
10. Been in a fist fight: $10.00
11. Given oral: $10.00
12. Got oral: $10.00
13. Prank called the cops: $3.00
14. Stole something: $2.00
15. Done drugs: $5.00
16.Dyed your hair: $0.50
17. Done something with someone older (like a few years): $3.00
18. Went out with someone 18 or older (if your under 18): $4.00
19. Ate a whole thing of oreos: $0.50
20. Cried yourself to sleep: $1.00
21. Said you love someone but didnt mean it: $1.00
22. Been in love: $4.00
23. Got caught doing something that you shouldn't have been doing: $1.00
24. Went streaking: $4.00
25. Got arrested: $5.00
26. Made out with someone: $2.00
27. Peed in the pool: $0.50
28. Played spin the bottle: $1.00
29. Done something you regret: $3.00
Now add up and post as "I COST $ _.__" if you do not repost you will have 5 years bad luck
Have fun...inane fun.
|Saturday, July 7th, 2007|
I passed my FINAL THEORY DRIVING TEST!
Ok..shortest post ever but I just thought I'd share. Now I just have to decide whose birthday party I should attend tonight. My cousin's 13th or my friend's 21st?
|Thursday, July 5th, 2007|
|Freedom! Sort of
Half of the summer semester's over! YAY. Now it's time for the next one but hey, half of it is over! I finally registered for my Final Theory Driving Test. Saturday morning. Got about a week to study for it. I hope I pass. Failing is not an option. Speaking of failing (see, I'm so great at leading into a new topic.), I thought I'd do really badly for my marketing class - marketing research. But I didn't!
*Big sigh of relief*
And I've been neglecting all my blogs because I've been so busy working on assignments and projects. Now I find myself a wee bit more free. And have been catching up on my reading. Inda by Sherwood Smith, and now Kushiel's Scion by Jacqueline Carey. Both wonderful books!
I'd write more but there's nothing much to say...well, seeya!
|Monday, May 21st, 2007|
|Exchange Students & Summer Semester
The American and Japanese exchange students arrived today. The former are from the SUNY at Buffalo; the latter, originally from Konan University. That name makes me laugh. KONAN. Isn't he that big muscular cartoon character Arnold Swarzhenegger ( No idea how to spell his name) used to play? But I didn't laugh in front of them of course only to myself.
The Vice President of our student council is Japanese and so he got teased a whole lot by the rest of us. First there were the "Oh he's gonna get all the jap chicks" joke. Then there was the "Hey you owe us reparations for WW2, man!" (Boy, you should've seen how fast he snatched his wallet off the table). He did tell one of the guys in the council that "Japs" was a derogatory term. Luckily, I'd had the presence of mind to say "Japanese".
Ahh..it was all in good fun.=)
The group of students I led around the school were pretty shacked. Some were a wee bit jet lagged. I don't blame them. Halfway around the world? You're a freak if you aren't jet lagged at the end of it. I'm ashamed to admit that I can't remember the Japanese girls' names. Fuki, Takomi, and what? I don't know. I did get the Indian guy's name though.
There are a whole lot of Japanese boys this time around. The woman in charge of all of them told us that Japanese girls don't date Japanese boys when they're out of Japan. Something like that. That they want to have fun. So we're supposed to keep an eye on them and make sure no hanky panky goes on between our students and them. Whaha. She said that to me and a bunch of 5 guys. I was like, "Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be telling them?" *points at guys*.
Well, I look forward to mingling with them again. We're having a BBQ for them this friday at Sentosa's (It's an island just off Singapore) Palawan Beach. Should be great fun. Then again, I have to work while having fun. It's my turn to write for the paper. Probably interview them, snap some photos...and make it like a journal thing. A photo journal! Yes!
The semester starts tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it as much as I was a few days ago. Urgh. Probably the memory of my high levels of stress during the first week of every semester. Adjusting to the new schedule, getting books/materials.
In case you're wondering, my course is actually 4 years crammed into 3. So we all have to take summer courses. That makes it 3 semesters a year. Which means I'll be graduating in May next year..at the ripe old age of 20.
|Friday, May 18th, 2007|
Everyone's heard of Pachelbel's Canon in D right? Here are a couple of videos you should check out if you haven't. They're all about Pachelbel's Canon in D. And they're all pretty cool in their own way.
Pachelbe's Canon in D with a passion! That's why I still eat Taco Bell.
Yes, Asians make killer guitarists. This Korean kid actually got invited to perform at the Korean Embassy in America.
A bit too out there for my tastes. But wow, the things you can do with a guitar. It's like so many instruments rolled into one!
|Wednesday, May 16th, 2007|
|Why I Don't Have A Boyfriend
Men See You As Choosy
Men notice you light years before you notice them|
You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky
You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter
It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait
Kinda true. Weird. Here's a question though: How come the guys I do
notice don't notice me? HMM... Let's see, "You always want what you can't have?" and what you can have you don't want. Life is so complicated. Don't bother getting started on the "you'll get left on the shelf" tirade. I get it from my Mum from time to time. It's annoying.
Just found out that another guy I barely know has a crush on me. And due to a fear of rejection he got a middleman to let me know. This is the second time this has happened. I mean the middleman thing. Though I'm not sure if the previous guy asked his friend to help him out or the friend was just nosy. It's weird...but whenever such things happen to me and I'm the object of someone's desires (HAHA)...I never know about it until someone tells me. I'm kinda dense that way. But I can tell if a guy has the hots for my friend.
Moral of the story: Things are much clearer when you're the neutral third party.
Another reason I don't have a boyfriend? The guys in my circle of acquaintances just don't measure up. It might be my high expectations but seriously, I don't think that's the reason. Then there's the fact that I'm completely focused on my studies and everything else in my busy life. Affairs of the heart are great when everything's fine and dandy. But when things go bad, everything else gets screwed up too. I think I'll save myself the hassle.
|Sunday, May 6th, 2007|
|New-Age Asian Wedding
coIt's not really a Chinese wedding tradition to have a dance floor at the wedding reception or dinner. But that seems to be changing with the influx of western movies depicting wedding dances etc. I do think it's a great addition to any wedding though!
I'm so gonna have a dance floor at my wedding, that's for sure!http://www.youtube.com/v/0dEfYODztF0
The 24 hr orientation has officially come to a close but the work has only just begun! Gotta start working on the first issue of the school paper. Arrived home at 7 plus in the morning, went to bed at 8 and slept till 4pm. My body clock's all out of whack.
I have to say that I do not regret staying over, draining though it was. The freshman are a good bunch of people and I certainly had fun working with my fellow school mates. Current Mood: tired
|Tuesday, May 1st, 2007|
|The End of Another Semester
Another semester has come and gone. It feels a little bit strange, this sudden lack of having nothing to do. Nothing studies related, that is. I'm still busy with the upcoming Orientation and the paper, and I'm not looking forward to the slog of editing and putting it together.
Then there's a whole load of reading to catch up on. Books I need to get my hands on. Fanfiction that needs to be typed. Old friends I need to meet up with. 3 weeks isn't enough! It just isn't! Darn, I'm procrastinating even during the holidays...I'm either a real whiner or my life really sucks.
Oh, then the results are coming out. I don't really think about it but it's always there at the back of my mind. And I've got to hire myself a driving instructor. So little time, so much to do.
Phew...I need to get out more. More in a bit!
|Tuesday, April 24th, 2007|
Everyone seems to be oging on about Technopheasant Day..hope I spelled that right. So I decided to jump on the bandwagon as well. In case you didn't know, some person on LJ declared today (?) Technopheasant Day...and writers are encouraged to "give away" their writings for FREE!
Posting a very short story I wrote a few years back. I'm supposed to be studying now so I didn't have time to vet it but here is Part 1. Kinda cringed as I read through it, not my best, and it didn't help that I had a word limit (It was a school assignment)..I'll see how it goes before I post the next part.=) It's very very short so it shouldn't take up too much of your time.
Comment and critique! Don't worry, I expect more of the latter.
To Be A Man
The hallway was eerily quiet. Only the sounds of my bare soles slapping against the flagstones could be heard. Each hollow echo was a reminder of my impending isolation. I had a fear of confined spaces, claustrophobia they called it.
I had meant to keep it a secret, but had let the cat out of the bag by accident when my older brother, Kayden, had locked me into the closet. I could still remember the horrible sensation of being suffocated, felt the wooden panels of the closet press in on me, coming closer and closer together, threatening to swallow me up.
The feelings rushing through me right now are not much different. I hated my body’s reactions to fear. I was aware of everything: the dryness of my lips, the rapid tattoo of my heart, the pounding of blood in my ears and the involuntary clenching of my stomach.
I was now considered inferior, not truly a man. A man was fearless, a warrior, the protector of his family, the hunter of the clan. But I had a fear, a fear no one should have, a fear of darkness and confined spaces.
“In you go,” said the guard gruffly. He removed my blindfold, and directed me into a small, dark and musty room, the place where the first part of the warrior rites would be held. This part of the rites was trying for any warrior-to-be, but even more so for me, as not only had I to overcome the usual sense of loneliness; I also had my claustrophobia to face.
The weeks I had spent in the cold darkness had left me feeling drained and scruffy. After the first week of hysteria, during which I muffled my screams with a fist in my mouth, I became a part of the black inkiness that was all around. Not being able to tell day from night made me restless, and I paced my cell for lack of anything better to do, keeping my muscles flexible for the coming ordeal.
The second part of the rites came soon enough, too soon for my tastes. This part of the rites involved bravery and cunning, of which none I lacked. But I also needed luck and time.
The lion and I circled each other warily. My right hand held a spear, poised to strike. In my left I held a shield. My father, uncles, brothers and male cousins had turned out to watch me attempt this part of the rites, and the stood around us in a circle, spears at the ready.
A glint of sunlight reflecting of a shield caught my eye, blinding me for a moment. The lion took advantage of my divided attentions and leapt towards me with a snarl. My shield came up to block my face instinctively, and it took all my strength to stand my ground when the lion fell heavily atop it. Hesitating for a fraction of a second, I plunged my spear deep into its back. Blood spurted like a fountain from the wound. Liquid rubies fell on my face, my chest and my arms. I savoured my victory over the animal, letting out a bloodcurdling war call as confirmation of my win.
I had passed the test. I was a warrior of the clan. The rites were almost coming to an end. My official initiation into the Tribe of Warriors was to be witnessed by all at the feast hosted by my father tonight. There would be singing and dancing, the maidens would finally take notice of me. I would be chief for the night.
‘So this is what it’s like to be a man,’ I thought, sipping idly at my drink, ‘To hold the power.’