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OMG. March 18, 2007

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GO ZUL!!!

Thank you Mark for showing me this. Haha.

Elects’ Camp 2007. March 16, 2007

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Oh my gosh, before I start, the scene from the movie ‘Les Choristes’ (The Choir) which all the 23rd’s fell is love with!

Here’s another one, not from the movie though.

Ahhh! Nice right!? I guess it’s true what they say:

‘ I like choir music, as instruments are made on earth, but voices, voices are made in heaven.’

Yup, so Elects’ Camp 2007!

Firstly, my most famous blunder which no one understood!

‘What is your position relative to us?’

And that was meant to get them to centralise, but sadly, everyone, including the 23rd’s thought it was something to do with hierarchy where we were councillors and they were elects. Gosh. I mean seriously, was my phrasing that obscure? Anyway, thanks to Zara who got it and made the rest see the light?

Other bloopers:

Me: Is there anything funny?

Elect (Jia Hao) : I think it’s polite to smile when you’re talking to people.

Me: Yes? (indicating that the elect could speak)

Elect: Permission to ask if the sleeping bag is a contraband item?

Jireh and I are standing outside the toilet, watching the elects wash it clean. Everyone is walking in and out of the toilet freely.

Elect (James): Permission to enter the toilet?

Oh, and yeah, my thoughts were so disoriented on Day 2 that I woke up in the middle of the night and shouted (in the council room) ‘Where are the elects?’. Gosh, sorry Melanie and Pei Zhen for the scare! =) Oh and Daniel, please never ask us to power nap again!

I must say, being in the DisCo (short for Discipline Committee) was quite emotionally taxing. Scolding the elects and yelling at that for practically everything was not easy, especially for me as scolding and stuff is not really inherent in my nature, but someone had to do it. What made it all the more difficult was the fact that I knew quite a few elects personally. I just hope that the 24th elects learnt their lessons, that’s all.

Anyway, thanks to all the 23rd’s for all the support, especially Jireh, Britney and Zara, my fellow DisCo people! I couldn’t help having that empty feeling in my stomach troughout Elects’ Camp and especially after it as well. Finally seeing the 24th elects in action brought it closer to home than ever before that WE ARE GROWING OLD! Haha, I guess our time has come, and before long, we would have stepped down and there’ll then be the big ol’ A’s. Nothing really major to look forward to, unless obviously you count studying, as far as I can see and I hate that feeling.

Oh well, I guess life goes on!

March 7, 2007

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‘Sometimes I feel like there is skin upon the world. And those of us who are born under it can see through it. We just can’t get through it…I knew at that moment I had to make a choice. I could submit to everything that was happening and live a life of excuses… or I could push myself. I could push myself and make my life good.’

-Liz Murray, From Homeless to Harvard: The Liz Murray Story

Sorry, no breast. February 20, 2007

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Okay, so here I was at the KFC at Plaza Singapura and this is what transpired:

Me: Could I please have breast meat, please?

Manager nudges cashier.

Manager: Eh, he wants two breast. Got or not?

Cashier: Eh, don’t la. (giggles)

Manager: Wait ah, I must go check.

Manager goes and checks on the status of his meat variety while I pay the cashier.

Manager (to me) : Sorry, I only have one.

Manager (to cashier) : How ah?

Manager nudges cashier again.

Cashier giggles.

For god’s sake, what in the world was the manager’s problem. This is the second time I’ve witnessed such a thing. Something similar happened at the KFC at Siglap about a year ago.

Gosh.

Oh, and eat breast meat. It’s the healthier choice.

February 17, 2007

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It was so unreasonable, it was laughable.

But, I’ll take heed.

My Trip to THE Place. February 15, 2007

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Hello everyone. Today, I am going to share my experiences about my trip to the Parliament House to witness the uttering of the Budget Statement by Mr. Tharman Shanmugaratnam, Second Minister of Finance.

Interesting things about the Parliament:

There is someone called the Government Party Whip who is in-charge of party discipline.
The place where members of the public sit is called the Stranger’s Gallery.
You cannot sleep or do anything stupid because you have the entire cabinet facing you and you never know when they might have the sudden impulse to look at you, if ever. But it doesn’t matter if things happened the other way around.
It is cold.
It is very cold.
It is very, very cold.

Haha, anyway, it was definitely a very insightful experience. It was quite an honour to go. And I could actually understand the speech and even relate it to Economics concepts at times! Yay! And, they actually have instantaneous translations in all 4 languages by free-lance translators. Did you know that?

Oh, and another thing -

Sitting on your hands when you are freezing helps. Though it does help when you have arm hair and homeostasis as your friends.

Seriously, it does.

Haha, you know, sometimes I think they choose their words in such a way so that they can be quoted much more nicely in the media the next day. Look out for these words tomorrow people – ‘can do, will do and do well!’

Oh and Happy Total Defence Day everyone! (I didn’t hear the siren.)

How to Speak Gibberish. February 12, 2007

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Break a word down into spoken syllables. Generally, every syllable in a word contains one vowel sound. Here are some words and their syllables:
- tree: tree
- bottle: bo (pronounced bah), ttle (pronounced tul)
- symmetry: sy (sih), mme (meh), try (tree)
Add the sound “-idiga” after the first consonant(s) and before the vowel sound of each syllable:
- tree: tridiga
- bottle: bidiga, tidiga
- symmetry: sidiga, midiga, tridiga
Replace the “a” sound in “-idiga” with the rest of the syllable:
- tree: tridigee
- bottle: bidigo (bidigah), tidigle
- symmetry: sidigy, midige, tridigy
Repeat with every word.
Practice, practice, practice!

-http://www.wikihow.com/Speak-Gibberish

Okay, I don’t think I’m bored.

Oh, and did you know that drinking too much water is bad? Yeah, you’ll suffer from water intoxication.

9 February 2007. February 10, 2007

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9 February 2007.

A day that meant different things to different groups of people.

The time had finally come for us to hand in our KI Independent Study proposals to Cambridge. I think the whole school knew. Haha. Who wouldn’t if you have such a message plastered on the plasma?

‘If you do not submit your proposals by then, you will be dropped from the course unless you present an MC which says that you have been knocked down by a car.’

Hmm. Must have been Mr. Cook’s idea. I can so imagine the look on his face typing that out.

I wouldn’t be surprised if our KI teachers went out celebrating their emancipation and liberation from us angsty teenagers. Haha, now that I think about, we did put them through hell asking them to go through our proposals and stuff, over and over again. Mr. Wong was like, ‘ If you force us to read yours again, I’ll kill you.’ Oh well, can’t really blame them. Oh gosh, and to think that this is not even the beginning, merely a prelude to a long and gruelling 6 months ahead.

Then came the much awaited SLI.

From the very start, I really didn’t feel like going, but I knew I would be going in the end. Things have definitely changed. The whole environment just didn’t feel right and I didn’t really feel very comfortable being there. When they started doing the cheer marathon, I along with those from my and my senior batch just stood. Watching. Hearing.

Just a year ago:

‘…By 315, the results were out, and we could finally be at peace with ourselves. Tears of joy were shed, hugs exchanged, surprises expressed, congratulations offered. It brought along with it an immense feeling of satisfaction. The feeling of being able to finally complete another circle of our lives, of finally being able to move on and out of this circle with nothing to hold us back.

For what could be our last time together, the school song was sung, the spelling cheer performed, like only we could.Wherever each of us end up in the future, I’m sure that the school spirit will resonate within each and everyone. As Mr. Siow said on Graduation, we will ‘live like the gentlemen that VS taught us to be.’ There was only 1 way to describe the atmosphere yesterday.

It was Victorian.’

It’s funny how things can change and how time can pass us by so easily.

The friendships that we forged then were the ones that made up the experience. Without people that you know around you, somethings just fail to mean the same thing. It was good meeting up with the rest of the people though.

THE SAT. January 27, 2007

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SAT (read Super Annoying Torture.)

This must be the first exam for which I was so unprepared. I didn’t even know what SAT stood for, for crying out loud. Anyway, I must complain.

We were told to report at 0745 and we only entered the hall at about 8 plus. After the question papers were distributed, that extremely inefficient examiner whose face I almost wanted to slap, took 45 minutes just instructing us on how to fill in our names! And not only that, after the exam, he took more than 20 minutes just to count the number of scripts, which he insisted on doing himself, despite all the other teachers having already done so.

I mean, for god’s sake.

I mean, there must be something extremely wrong if you can stretch a 3 hr 45 mins paper to last for more than 6 hrs.

Hmmm, come to think of it, this must be the longest time I went without talking (with the exception of sleep, of course).

Argh.

And there was me thinking that he was some external examiner when he was in fact a teacher in VJ.

OG BBQ. January 20, 2007

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Okay, so before I do the title any justice, let me first share with you the extremely strange and laughter inducing behaviour of some of our beloved expatriate teachers. So we were having our lesson with Mr. Cook talking about how short and fat and long and thin are essentially the same thing. So anyway, along comes Mr. Harris to the window, making funny faces and doing that walking down the stairs and disappearing thing. Mr. Cook, not one to give up without a fight, then goes the window and shows him some (one?) of his beautiful fingers.

Yup, so anyway, OG BBQ!