I Scored One.

Recently I've been pretty emotional. But yesterday while I was doing laundry and listening to music at the same time, I suddenly got reminded of us, and how unexpectedly that we end up together after some years, that ray was just a boy that I saw at a random campfire, and that the goodness that I have found in him is something that I know I will never take for granted. And I realised that I'm an extremely lucky girl.
I had the renewed vision of what it is like being a part of a family unit. I had newfound appreciation for every thing that my parents have done for me, and I am extremely grateful for them. I have had thought nasty thoughts about them in the past, and I have had shut them out before. I finally understood that no one is perfect, and that what my dad and mom have done for the family is way beyond their flaws, and that I am most willing to overlook those tiny imperfections. And now that they are getting on in age, I want to be able to provide for them, and let them rely on me like I have relied on them my entire life up till now.
I also came to terms with my sister being married. I accepted that we could not be as close to each other as in the past, because she now has someone who will occupy a large part of her life, and she does not have as much time for me. And on my part I acknowleged that I have also left out much less time to spend with her because now I have got ray. And on weekends he and i go out and do stuff, and on weekdays when she comes home she's almost always in the room with joe. But I know that she will always be there for me when I need her, and that she will always be the dajie that I can turn to, whom I can borrow stuff from, and whom I have always loved as before.
I suddenly missed how 9p was in secondary school, when we more or less had lives that involved each other. I saw that this is what growing up and being apart does to people. It puts some distance between people, and with age people change, and that adds a little more distance until I see the same girls who stand before me, the ones I felt like I have known all my life, having become young ladies with plans for the future, with aspirations, with careers in the making, with different passions, with different characters and opinions. And I wonder how much more we will grow, and fervently hope to an invisible force to make us grow up slower, not too fast that we let details fly by, but also not too slow that we yearn to grow up quicker. I fervently hope too, that these girls retain all the innocence of their childhood and school days which will allow them appreciation for the littlest bit of beauty and wonder in the world that they may find, be it lush green leaves rustling in the wind, or the smell of crisp earthy morning air, and not get taken by the so-called-grownups-who-can't-wait-to-grow-up and adults' "oh-i'm-so-jaded-nothing-can-impress-me-now" attitude. I fervently hope that they can find happiness in the smallest things, and that they can only want nothing else.

For The Greater Good

Eugene had a difficult time dealing with his conscience.

His training had taught him that the passengers' safety is always top priority, and in the event of the unfortunate person falling onto the train tracks, he was to sacrifice that particularly unfortunate life for greater good - saving the passengers on board from the sudden application of emergency brakes which could send any passengers on their feet lunging violently forward. It was also easier for the company to dismiss the unfortunate death as a horribly unfortunate incident altogether, rather than to account for the numerous injuries caused by the driver's split second decision to jam-brake the train.

There is a standing joke-that-isn't-really-funny among the colleagues: The worst time for anybody to fall down onto the train tracks is during rush hour - confirm become sacrifice, and the company has to deal with waves of public dissention of "Why wait for train wait so long, why can't you guys be more efficient" and whatnot. The worst part of the train tracks to fall on is at the end part of the station, where the train first enters - driver confirm cannot spot you fast enough and train only just starting to reduce speed. The best kind of people to fall onto the tracks are fresh literature graduates - fresh out of university, with no concrete direction in life, and no skill that is valuable to the workforce, they are pretty much busy being a waste of valuable resources anyway.

Eugene was highly aware of the moral implications that came with sacrificing a human life in return for the safety of the majority, but what's done's done.

Twenty years later today, Eugene's stuck in a rut, constantly reminding himself that it's for the greater good, it's for the greater good. Training didn't teach him how to assuage the guilt that was haunting him. And nobody told him that it would last this long.

But it was probably for the greater good.

This is Heat like I've Never Known It.

For the first time since the stupid examinations ended, behold, a blog entry of sorts! =D

In a narcissistic fit, for the first time since I changed my blog layout, I took a look at my webpage with Internet Explorer and eeyuck, why is the layout like that? The text is tiny, too tiny, don't read it! It's bad for eyesight. Growls.

I don't understand! How come it looks perfectly fine with Mozilla? *grumbles grumbles* What am I supposed to do now? My blog is so pretty on Mozilla aaaaah!

Dear Friend,

My Favourite Dancer.
If you think she's gorgeous static, you should see her on stage--
Absolutely E.lec.tri.fy.ing.
(Photo shamelessly ripped off Facebook, credits to this person called Chong Ng)

Our Favourite Dancer was terribly stressed up about her TPDE concert because while the other dancers were having rehearsals from 9 to 6 on weekdays, she had work to contend with. Thus she had to make do with only 1 rehearsal per week on saturdays, and although I don't know much about dance, I do know that rehearsals are supremely important, and that one-rehearsal-per-week probably isn't enough to ensure a smooth performance. The Dear Dancer was pretty distressed, saying that she had a role as one of the stepsisters, and it was a pretty big role, and that she definitely wouldn't want to screw up. So a couple of days before the concert she broke down during practice. Listening to this you probably think she messed up big time on stage. Or if not, bungled at least one dance routine.




Well, all I can say is that, they don't declare her the "Best Female Dancer" of Funkamania XIV for nothing.

She completely nailed it.
Skippy was more than amazing on stage during the TPDE dance concert this year. I recall it to be the best she's ever been, in fact. And I think carinnie agrees with me. (: Sitting among the audience, I don't think I ever took my eyes off her whenever she came on.

To me, she is a gem of pure brilliance sparkling on stage. In hip hop terms, she is pure dope. *waves wrist in fanning motion*

Jas, I'm so proud of you.

Wait wait! I forgot to tok abt my bf! Today my bf went to the jungle for training. I feel veri scareds for my bf cos i heard tt the jungle got wild boar! x= What if the wild boar attack my bf? I am veri worried. ): I luv my bf veri much, nothing mus happen to him!

And juz now rite, got one veri veri veri veri veri big beetle fly into my house! AAAAAAH! I almost faint, but luckily it fly out quickly after it fly in.

Haha, this pic got no make up so veri ugly. =pPpppPppPpP

I Simply MUST DO This.

Nope not that, whoever said anything about the assignment, silly.

Helloooo frieeends!
I'm going to embark on an experimental blogging journey and do an entry about my day, maybe I'll see the logic behind people who derive joy in doing that, and I'll become one of them. Then at least this blog will be updated more frequently. Yaaay!

Today I woke up at 1 pm cos last nite i was trying to do my essay and i slept at 6 am, so i was really tired and only woke at 1. To my horror, i realised dat i was going to b late for my date with mel to buy dg's pressie! So i got up fast fast, and went to brush my teeth and bathe. When I came out of the bathroom, mel msged me and told me dat she would be driving, and said that she cld come and pick me up. Mel so nice rite~! :D So she picked me up and we went to Vivo.
Haha I luv Vivo cos it is alwaes nice and cold, and there is alwaes so many things to see!
We ate thai express for lunch, melmel had the bangkok chicken rice, and I had the glass noodles in tom yum soup. Really yummiez! Then while we were eating we kept discussing what to do for dg's bday celebration on sat, and what to buy for her.

(Aside: It actually takes more effort phrasing the sentences. I'm gonna push deeper into bimbocity. There's this mosquito flying around and it's annoying me. And I miss the tom yum soup already.)

Heehee! So we juz walk arnd aft lunch and we tot of getting face products 4 her but we didn't noe wich type to buy so we didn't buy lor. then we pass by action city, and saw many many cute cute stuffs! so we bought sumthing 4 her frm there (shhh, secret!), and den rine came to find us. we walk walk around summore and bot another 2 more pressies for her! yaaay so happie! then we acompany rine to have dinner and den melmel send us home. (:

After i reach home i ate my dinner. very yummie too! after watching tv for a while i fell asleep and woke up at 1 am to do my assignment again. But den i got distracted and come n update my blog! i luv my blog! :D

Dis is fun! I shall type like dis in future! XOXO!