Quote of the day: Love comes in too many ways to be counted.
-Unknown
I got my injection yesterday. The nurses injected god-knows-what-complicated-name medicine and fed us Polio(which taste like crap, by the way). There were two injections, each on one arm. The first one was on your right arm and I squeezed my eyes so tight that when the injection was over, I didn't even realised it. And yeah, it hurt. But not as bad as the one on the left arm, that one was really, really, really painful. Relax, I didn't cry. Just think of something you like that will take your mind off the pain. If you keep dwelling over it, the pain will overtake you. So look on the brighter side of things and relax. So here's a good luck message to all those taking the injection on Monday! Good Luck Guys! Come back in one piece, crying or not! :)
New Year went well, I received tons of hongbaos to last a lifetime. No just kidding, I got about $500, I guess? (I have a huge family and my granny is the oldest so all of my relatives come to my house during the new year period.) The Up-side is that the air-conditioning will be on because of the amount of people in the living room. The Down-side is that the place is bustling with noise and I have no one to talk to. So I am super bored. I don't really have any one in the huge family that is about the same age as me, they are either too year or too old. The teenagers hang in my granny's room, the smaller kids run around the living room and the adults gather as a group, talking their stuff. I am somewhere in between that teenager line and small kids line so I don't have a talking partner. Well at least I make myself useful by helping out in the kitchen when I'm bored. Right?
Check out this song: http://www.paramore.net/music/the-only-exception-2/
It's called The Only Exception by Paramore and it's my favourite song currently.
Love It!
20.2.10
15.1.10
Quick FYI
Quote of the day: Without discipline, there's no life at all.
-Katharine Hepburn
Just a quick FYI on what I'm working on now. I still haven't finished the post on the Batam trip-sorry it's taking so long-I'm working on the 4th MWP, editing the 5th and completing the 6th. And I'm working on the 2012 and Avatar movie reviews and a couple of ramdon posts and food recommadations. Sorry I haven't been doing News of the week or horoscope later. Will try. I promise.
Alright, hopefully we can see some of these post up by the end of next week. (I'm crossing my fingers.)
-Katharine Hepburn
Just a quick FYI on what I'm working on now. I still haven't finished the post on the Batam trip-sorry it's taking so long-I'm working on the 4th MWP, editing the 5th and completing the 6th. And I'm working on the 2012 and Avatar movie reviews and a couple of ramdon posts and food recommadations. Sorry I haven't been doing News of the week or horoscope later. Will try. I promise.
Alright, hopefully we can see some of these post up by the end of next week. (I'm crossing my fingers.)
12.1.10
Life is always unfair. Always.
Quote of the day: People living deeply have no fear of death.
-Anais Nin
Lemme do a time check first...so it's 11.30p.m. and -thank god-it's Friday. I'm in my parent's bedroom-my dad is overseas-because my room doesn't have a TV. The air con is on in a comfortable 22 degrees, I'm half watching MTV-now showing Kanye West's Stronger-and half searching for some good applications to download on my iPod and trying to sip the cold 100 plus in my hands. (100 plus at 11.20p.m. at night. Yes, I'm nuts.) I'm living the life. So you think. Just around an hour ago, I was stuck in a humid, hot room, with Maths worksheets spilled over the tabletops and my tuition teacher beside me, rattling away about numbers and ratios and decimals. I started my tuition at 8p.m., it was subjected to be at 10a.m. tomorrow morning--which I'm pretty happy about, since I sleep about 9a.m. before I wake up and the TV's showing some pretty cool shows--on a Saturday, which I'm totally cool about, since it's till 12p.m. and I can come home, take a bath and do my school homework. But then my tuition teacher called. She has some family problems that she need to handle the following day, which translates into "Can you come now?". Fine, I'll go. But that means I will have to give up the 7p.m. show on OKTO for this and Kateyko Hitman Reborn too! (I'm a weird person, if the show is already started before I watched it, I won't finish watching the program. I must watch the complete show. I'll just wait for a replay. I know, I'm weird.) So I did go to her house, which was, rather unfortunate for me, next to mine. She's my neighbour. So much for luck. Went there, had grueling tuition for 2 and a half hours. You can guess what happened when I reach home. So anyway, the reason for the title is mainly 2 things. 1) The MOE has already said that the P1s and P2s (6 and 7 years olds) won't have to take the examination. My responses: COME ON?!! What about us? Did it ever occur to them that we were once that age and we did take that exam? What about the hours of cramming the books over our heads and knocking ourselves to keep awake? I had my BEST results in my P1 and P2 period and now... 2)I was on my bus the other day and I saw this P3-about 8 or 9 years old-holding onto a N97. Nokia N97. Come on. My phone is a what? a grandfather compared to that phone. And she is so much younger then me. I suddenly came to a realization that parents these days dote their children so much, they pamper them so much, they become complete spoilt brats. No independence at all. I don't had a PSP, a XBOX 360, or whatever fancy gadgets except for my iPod. And I waited for 2 years just to get it. They, just one whimpering, one teardrop and their parents would be ushering them to the gadgets. I always carried my own bag, I never whimpered for a toy and I was always very independent. At least I know some basic life skills to keep myself alive if my parents are out or no one's home for a long period. I can cook simple stuff. Them? I'm translating this from a Chinese proverb: You eat the food that is presented to your mouth, you take the clothes that your parents give you. Get it? Everything is spoon-fed to them.
So parents, please, I have had painful experiences with younger ones once. (I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say: P1, Find Four, whimpering, crying...so on.) It seems now a days, the younger they are, the wilder they are. When we were P1, and that was not too long ago, the girl were all shy, quiet and kept to themselves. When we grow older, you get the idea. But this, the P1s and 2s and acting like us now.
STOP IT. PLEASE!
-Anais Nin
Lemme do a time check first...so it's 11.30p.m. and -thank god-it's Friday. I'm in my parent's bedroom-my dad is overseas-because my room doesn't have a TV. The air con is on in a comfortable 22 degrees, I'm half watching MTV-now showing Kanye West's Stronger-and half searching for some good applications to download on my iPod and trying to sip the cold 100 plus in my hands. (100 plus at 11.20p.m. at night. Yes, I'm nuts.) I'm living the life. So you think. Just around an hour ago, I was stuck in a humid, hot room, with Maths worksheets spilled over the tabletops and my tuition teacher beside me, rattling away about numbers and ratios and decimals. I started my tuition at 8p.m., it was subjected to be at 10a.m. tomorrow morning--which I'm pretty happy about, since I sleep about 9a.m. before I wake up and the TV's showing some pretty cool shows--on a Saturday, which I'm totally cool about, since it's till 12p.m. and I can come home, take a bath and do my school homework. But then my tuition teacher called. She has some family problems that she need to handle the following day, which translates into "Can you come now?". Fine, I'll go. But that means I will have to give up the 7p.m. show on OKTO for this and Kateyko Hitman Reborn too! (I'm a weird person, if the show is already started before I watched it, I won't finish watching the program. I must watch the complete show. I'll just wait for a replay. I know, I'm weird.) So I did go to her house, which was, rather unfortunate for me, next to mine. She's my neighbour. So much for luck. Went there, had grueling tuition for 2 and a half hours. You can guess what happened when I reach home. So anyway, the reason for the title is mainly 2 things. 1) The MOE has already said that the P1s and P2s (6 and 7 years olds) won't have to take the examination. My responses: COME ON?!! What about us? Did it ever occur to them that we were once that age and we did take that exam? What about the hours of cramming the books over our heads and knocking ourselves to keep awake? I had my BEST results in my P1 and P2 period and now... 2)I was on my bus the other day and I saw this P3-about 8 or 9 years old-holding onto a N97. Nokia N97. Come on. My phone is a what? a grandfather compared to that phone. And she is so much younger then me. I suddenly came to a realization that parents these days dote their children so much, they pamper them so much, they become complete spoilt brats. No independence at all. I don't had a PSP, a XBOX 360, or whatever fancy gadgets except for my iPod. And I waited for 2 years just to get it. They, just one whimpering, one teardrop and their parents would be ushering them to the gadgets. I always carried my own bag, I never whimpered for a toy and I was always very independent. At least I know some basic life skills to keep myself alive if my parents are out or no one's home for a long period. I can cook simple stuff. Them? I'm translating this from a Chinese proverb: You eat the food that is presented to your mouth, you take the clothes that your parents give you. Get it? Everything is spoon-fed to them.
So parents, please, I have had painful experiences with younger ones once. (I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say: P1, Find Four, whimpering, crying...so on.) It seems now a days, the younger they are, the wilder they are. When we were P1, and that was not too long ago, the girl were all shy, quiet and kept to themselves. When we grow older, you get the idea. But this, the P1s and 2s and acting like us now.
STOP IT. PLEASE!
9.1.10
MWP: 3
Quote of the day: Some pursue happiness, others create it.
-Anon
Today is one of those freezing-my-butt-off-cold-days. I’m not kidding it’s really, really cold. I’m wearing like, 3 layers of clothing? Traveling to Macau tomorrow, and then Japan soon. (On the 22nd, I think.) Yesterday was NOT a good day. Here’s what happened:
Me, my mum and my dad are on the car, going to a shopping center to watch a midnight movie. (We brought the tickets about 4 hours earlier.) We were driving along the road pretty smoothly when we came to a point where there was a red light. We stopped and waited for the light to change. It didn’t for about a good 10 minutes. At first I thought it was an error with the lights and that they’ll send a traffic police to guide the traffic. But then I noticed the police was already there. It then occurred to me that some important figure was arriving and that we had to clear the road for them. I’m okay with that, but what frustrates me is that they started clearing the road a good 10 minutes before the car was even in sight. What if there was an ambulance and it can’t do anything because it’s stuck at the back of the queue of cars and they are all jam-packed together. Imagine that. A human life is at stake. Even if the ambulance is in front, do you think they’ll let it pass just because a commoner’s life is at stake rather than there own precious, important lives? Sure, there lives are important as well because they are country leaders and are important to the society. But in which way are we less important then them. A child to a mother, a husband to a wife, a brother to a sister. Aren’t these figures any less important as they are to each other, then to them?
-Anon
Today is one of those freezing-my-butt-off-cold-days. I’m not kidding it’s really, really cold. I’m wearing like, 3 layers of clothing? Traveling to Macau tomorrow, and then Japan soon. (On the 22nd, I think.) Yesterday was NOT a good day. Here’s what happened:
Me, my mum and my dad are on the car, going to a shopping center to watch a midnight movie. (We brought the tickets about 4 hours earlier.) We were driving along the road pretty smoothly when we came to a point where there was a red light. We stopped and waited for the light to change. It didn’t for about a good 10 minutes. At first I thought it was an error with the lights and that they’ll send a traffic police to guide the traffic. But then I noticed the police was already there. It then occurred to me that some important figure was arriving and that we had to clear the road for them. I’m okay with that, but what frustrates me is that they started clearing the road a good 10 minutes before the car was even in sight. What if there was an ambulance and it can’t do anything because it’s stuck at the back of the queue of cars and they are all jam-packed together. Imagine that. A human life is at stake. Even if the ambulance is in front, do you think they’ll let it pass just because a commoner’s life is at stake rather than there own precious, important lives? Sure, there lives are important as well because they are country leaders and are important to the society. But in which way are we less important then them. A child to a mother, a husband to a wife, a brother to a sister. Aren’t these figures any less important as they are to each other, then to them?
MWP: 2
Quote of the day: There is no poverty that can overtake diligence.
-Japanese Proverb
Today was a great and not so great day. The great part was that I got to visit our new house. (Which is still renovating, it’ll be done at about June next year, hopefully.) It’s a 4 level house including a basement, used as our entertainment room. My room is on the 4th and highest floor, which it perfect, for me at least. I saw the computerized images made by our house’s designer. It was great, a view of blue. And the best part, it’s a LOT bigger than my room back in Singapore. Instead, it’s about 3 times the size! Now the bad part… After sightseeing at the house, we went to the supermarket. Supermarkets in China are a lot bigger than the ones back in Singapore. Compared to our 1-storeyed FairPrice NTUC, this supermarket is double the size, which makes it 2 stores. (Kinda like Mega Carrefour or Mega Giants.) I know this is not exactly the bad part, but, trust me; the bad part is coming up. On the second floor of the supermarket, we went to the seafood department. My mum brought a fish-not sure of the name-and in China, they provide a “scaling” service. The lady will basically scrap the scales out of the fish and remove the intestines. We bought a dead fish, you know, the kind that you buy at wet markets. And my mum queued up for the service. What I didn’t mention was that they provided living fishes as well. So they take a fish out of its tank, alive and the lady puts the fish in a plastic bag and uses a rolling pin to hit it on the head. This action is supposed to knock the fish unconscious, but my dad told me that the action DOES NOT make the fish unconscious; instead it leaves the fish semi-conscious. It can still feel pain, but it’ll feel kinda drunk. Imagine yourself being knocked out, and then stabbed in the gut, you’re still feeling the pain, but you’re drowsy. This is exactly how the fish is feeling. The lady then takes a knife and slid the throat of the fish. (A.K.A: the gills.) But she does not kill it. Come on, I can still see the mouth moving when she cuts the body of the fish. It is cruel, inhumane and not to mention bloody. And you know why they don’t just cut of the head in one swift motion, because the customers want the head of the fish too and doing that, will make it harder for the customer to handle it. (For soup or something. I don’t know.) And then I walk to the back to the station, where I saw 4 tanks of different fishes, swimming pleasantly. Do they know that they are raised to be killed? Aren’t they sad that they are cooped up in a small cage like this while their other luckier fellow-mates roam the seas freely? I know, I know, I eat fish too. Why get so upset over an animal. But that’s the point. Animals are living beings too, they have blood and flesh just like us, and they have parents, just like us. What difference shapes them from us are only the physical appearances. At some point we are animals too. Didn’t we all start out as monkeys? (Don’t blame me on the Science part.) Don’t we share the same characteristic that they have too? At least we brought a dead fish, which the body is intact, evidence that it have not been touched by a knife. (Most probably died when it was taken out of the water for too long.) Yes, both fishes died in the end. But if you were to make a choice, which will you choose? Let me put this in human words. Imagine you are walking home and someone comes up to you and puts a towel on your mouth, you can’t breath and will die. Compare this to being cut at the throat many times (but you’re not dead yet, you just feel great pain) and then leaving you on the streets to bleed to death. Choose and you tell me which death the fish will prefer if it had to die and had a choice.
-Japanese Proverb
Today was a great and not so great day. The great part was that I got to visit our new house. (Which is still renovating, it’ll be done at about June next year, hopefully.) It’s a 4 level house including a basement, used as our entertainment room. My room is on the 4th and highest floor, which it perfect, for me at least. I saw the computerized images made by our house’s designer. It was great, a view of blue. And the best part, it’s a LOT bigger than my room back in Singapore. Instead, it’s about 3 times the size! Now the bad part… After sightseeing at the house, we went to the supermarket. Supermarkets in China are a lot bigger than the ones back in Singapore. Compared to our 1-storeyed FairPrice NTUC, this supermarket is double the size, which makes it 2 stores. (Kinda like Mega Carrefour or Mega Giants.) I know this is not exactly the bad part, but, trust me; the bad part is coming up. On the second floor of the supermarket, we went to the seafood department. My mum brought a fish-not sure of the name-and in China, they provide a “scaling” service. The lady will basically scrap the scales out of the fish and remove the intestines. We bought a dead fish, you know, the kind that you buy at wet markets. And my mum queued up for the service. What I didn’t mention was that they provided living fishes as well. So they take a fish out of its tank, alive and the lady puts the fish in a plastic bag and uses a rolling pin to hit it on the head. This action is supposed to knock the fish unconscious, but my dad told me that the action DOES NOT make the fish unconscious; instead it leaves the fish semi-conscious. It can still feel pain, but it’ll feel kinda drunk. Imagine yourself being knocked out, and then stabbed in the gut, you’re still feeling the pain, but you’re drowsy. This is exactly how the fish is feeling. The lady then takes a knife and slid the throat of the fish. (A.K.A: the gills.) But she does not kill it. Come on, I can still see the mouth moving when she cuts the body of the fish. It is cruel, inhumane and not to mention bloody. And you know why they don’t just cut of the head in one swift motion, because the customers want the head of the fish too and doing that, will make it harder for the customer to handle it. (For soup or something. I don’t know.) And then I walk to the back to the station, where I saw 4 tanks of different fishes, swimming pleasantly. Do they know that they are raised to be killed? Aren’t they sad that they are cooped up in a small cage like this while their other luckier fellow-mates roam the seas freely? I know, I know, I eat fish too. Why get so upset over an animal. But that’s the point. Animals are living beings too, they have blood and flesh just like us, and they have parents, just like us. What difference shapes them from us are only the physical appearances. At some point we are animals too. Didn’t we all start out as monkeys? (Don’t blame me on the Science part.) Don’t we share the same characteristic that they have too? At least we brought a dead fish, which the body is intact, evidence that it have not been touched by a knife. (Most probably died when it was taken out of the water for too long.) Yes, both fishes died in the end. But if you were to make a choice, which will you choose? Let me put this in human words. Imagine you are walking home and someone comes up to you and puts a towel on your mouth, you can’t breath and will die. Compare this to being cut at the throat many times (but you’re not dead yet, you just feel great pain) and then leaving you on the streets to bleed to death. Choose and you tell me which death the fish will prefer if it had to die and had a choice.
Microsoft Word Post: 1
Quote of the day: The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
-Eleanor Roosevelt
It’s freezing outside in China. Not inside though, inside is cozy and warm. I think it should be about -2 degrees outside now. I can’t go online to anywhere. Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, even Blogger. Apparently, after the riot broke out in Xinjiang, the Chinese government blocked all the social networking websites for example Facebook and Twitter. Blogger and YouTube were blocked most likely because of the fact that they are sharing websites. Sharing websites as in websites that can express your feelings though word or videos. It’s fine, accept for the fact that the riot ended a few months ago. Is it necessary to actually block the website now? I really don’t get the point of it. Not going on Facebook for 2 weeks is horrible. Really horrible. I don’t mind not going to the others, but Facebook is accentual to me. I can just picture what my homepage will be like. Full of request, mail and lots and lots of notification and news feeds. That idea really sucks. I’ll be going to Macau in about a week and Japan following next. I hope these countries don’t practice the same thing China do.
-Eleanor Roosevelt
It’s freezing outside in China. Not inside though, inside is cozy and warm. I think it should be about -2 degrees outside now. I can’t go online to anywhere. Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, even Blogger. Apparently, after the riot broke out in Xinjiang, the Chinese government blocked all the social networking websites for example Facebook and Twitter. Blogger and YouTube were blocked most likely because of the fact that they are sharing websites. Sharing websites as in websites that can express your feelings though word or videos. It’s fine, accept for the fact that the riot ended a few months ago. Is it necessary to actually block the website now? I really don’t get the point of it. Not going on Facebook for 2 weeks is horrible. Really horrible. I don’t mind not going to the others, but Facebook is accentual to me. I can just picture what my homepage will be like. Full of request, mail and lots and lots of notification and news feeds. That idea really sucks. I’ll be going to Macau in about a week and Japan following next. I hope these countries don’t practice the same thing China do.
Explaination
Quote of the day: Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. -Alphonse de Lamartine
I want to blog you know. In fact I almost wanted to celebrate New Year with everyone, counting down and stuff, but due to complications-the first post will explain it all-I can't. Anyway, if you know how to ebbed Microsoft Word into Blogger, please tell me!! PLEASE! If not I will have to 'copy' and 'paste' all ....7,8,9? Post into Blogger. Tiring. I know. So please, please help me!
I want to blog you know. In fact I almost wanted to celebrate New Year with everyone, counting down and stuff, but due to complications-the first post will explain it all-I can't. Anyway, if you know how to ebbed Microsoft Word into Blogger, please tell me!! PLEASE! If not I will have to 'copy' and 'paste' all ....7,8,9? Post into Blogger. Tiring. I know. So please, please help me!
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