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With apologies to 01 ventures GC
Longing for something meaningful to do (or, perhaps, just to pass the time); to escape the self-less voyeur refreshing facebook every few minutes and have homework done; effortlessly yet not pointlessly. To not expend time and energies wondering how to exert energies and spend time.This used a few minutes. Pffft.
Dying
...Y'know, like a zombie. Feeling unseasonably sleepy and behind with work after class camp and a few days of school; thank goodness holidays are coming up. Life update: Taking Renaissance Programme instead of ISLE, not understanding and applying ideal gas law, too lazy to move to wordpress yet.Labels: Self Reference
Watchmen:
Absolutely worth spending five hours reading instead of packing for Mt. Ophir class camp. Tomorrow is going to be fun, especially if I choose to come home at 8pm again.Too bad the movie is M18. DVD and someone else's home theatre, please volunteer yourselves
Marching in the Rain
[obligatory weather-related bitching]Xian is hating blogger but too lazy to switch to Wordpress.
Xian is also listening to Indie Canadian Rock Bands aka Stars
also also,
Xian has a PE teacher who like students to do pushups in the middle of a one lane road used by trucks. Y'know, like, when, they're being used.
Labels: Self Reference
Rain-[expletive deleted]-bows indeed
No smoke without fire; no rainbows for people to gush over and discuss animatedly along with other gossip without torrential, Asian, monsoon, pitch-destroying downpours, replete with sky-splitting lightning and head-rattling thunder all serving to ruin perfect weather for a much-needed mind-numbingly relaxing game of Ultimate.Not that I saw it, seeing how I was shut away at home due to rain. Might not have done my spirits much good to know there's no hope for another world-destroying 40-day-long Flood-causing downpour though.
Bollocks, quick peek at archives seem to show a steady progression into unwarranted, fake depression. Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine and not cutting myself yet.
With apologies to the Bard
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
- Spike Milligan
It's better than continued lament of my self-consciously perceived continuing tortured existence
Labels: Because life's funny
En-rich-men-T
Xian is done with more than 1500 words of Raffles Enrichment Programmes™ applications.In unrelated news, Xian is feeling more and more dog-tired and just wants to chill out with five hours of Ultimate. Instead, he has eight hours of class to relish and enjoy tomorrow.
In another unrelated note, 4pm is a very tranquil time of day. Especially when there happens to be a quiet street bathed in sunlight interspersed with shadows. It's not tranquil, it's beautiful. And when you drink it up and bask in the quiet warmth, walking slowly and enjoying the silence, the lightest of clouds creep up and those exquisitely cast shadows slowly fade to the colour of the grey tarmac. There's only one word to describe that: beautiful-er.
Labels: Self Reference
Five isn't really very reasonable
I've had half a tutorial in three days (KI and Chinese don't count) and I'm dog-tired. RI(JC) is killing me. Either that or being woken up an hour earlier than usual by SMS reminders to go for Inter-house bridge. Which, amazingly, BW might do better than 4th place at. No telling until [insert house committee member's name]'s peppy email with over-the-top hightlighting, CAPS, and four too many different font sizes for tonight's IHC update.(I hate myself for being such a whiner)
Edit; Congratulations to BW's Bridge people for the amazing 2nd place. And everyone else involved in the other IHC events?
Of Drunken Dreams and Sober Lips
Morning's golden eye peers throughAn unfamiliar window.
Sleep flees like the morning dew;
I'm dragged from rough motel sheets.
Standing with rank, cheap, coffee in hand
I'm shivering in the December chill
Cursing this "wintery wonderland"
Wondering why I'd traveled north at all.
Half open suitcase along the wall,
Rummaged through; clothes and things lie flung aside.
Yesterday's clothes, all piled on the floor.
Now, time to repack. All of it. Quickly.
Gathering it up and stuffing it all in
I find I'm putting the now cold coffee down and
Warming up instead with a shot of gin
Before continued pre-checkout drudgery.
I shave and wash in freezing water;
Last night's beer makes excellent breakfast.
In the carpark, bags in hand, I loiter
Just a moment, then, all packed up, I go.
I'm following frosty country roads
Through naked forest and across frozen streams,
And unless the beat-up car can't take the load
I won't stop for anyone or anything
Because that's the way travel really is.
For when you holiday with no one else
You slowly see that something's amiss.
The trees race by in unending blurs
Impassive like your rock-carved face.
You'll find yourself wishing it all back to the way it was:
To still be drunk on dreams behind stone-cold-sober lips.
Canonised Christian Martyr Feast Day Greetings
or, happy Valentine's.Before anything else though, kudos and high praise to RI(JC) Entrepreneurs Club for their spirit of opportunistic capitalism. Thank your for your invaluable service of providing economic stimulus by enticing individuals to invest hundreds of dollars on a hundred-and-one roses, to be sent anonymously. Or the copious amounts of stalks sold individually, those too.
Not that I'm bashing anyone of course. Or bitterly disillusioned and cynical. Heaven forbid the thought! In fact, I'll banish any doubts you might have by repeating (in, may I mention, an altogether cheerful manner) my earlier salutations:
Happy Valentine's Day! [smiley]
Especially to all of you having fun at home in front of the computer [another smiley!]
That is, until I tried to open a webpage and wasted minutes of time.
[insert 1500 character rant about Starhub and slow internet connections]
[insert 900 character whine for faster, more reliable connections]
[insert blank space for time (approximately 30 minutes) wasted testing and comparing connections and ISPs]
[insert 500 character wish for switch to Singtel]
[End]
Reread
[Enter Xian]Xian is reading Kafka. Isn't that the first step of ascension to the heights of pretension?
In other news, Ultimate is dog-tiring yet fun, work has officially started, and I'm afraid of super muggers in my class.
[Exit Xian]
Labels: Self Reference
O' Tiero 2009: Unity
When we look back
Wasn't it just yesterday
I couldn't find the words to say
To fill the empty silence
To break the awkward moments
A little smile and laughter shared
A friendship sparked because you cared
This path we tread wont be smooth
But together, we will pull though
Prechorus:
Walking hand in hand, heart to heart,
Joining voices to sing and dance
When I start this song, you'll sing along,
And we can just go on and on and on
Chorus:
When we look back, will we remember
Each moment of this year?
The days that mark out time in here
Threaten to disappear
All that we have's the present
To cherish while we can
Seizing every chance we're blessed with
And leave with no regrets
Took a firm step in this place
Wishes, hopes, we're in a daze
The cold walls are taunting
Just where's the warmth within?
Whenever you call my name
Across the corridor
The madness of chasing dreams
Doesn't matter anymore
Prechorus
Chorus
Bridge:
rough winds only bring us higher
tough fights only make us stronger
yet knowing we've got one another
we'll stick together more than ever
yeah.... yeah....
Chorus x2
All the friends we've made we won't forget
We'll leave with no regrets
These two years no regrets
These two years no regrets
It's lovely isn't it? It'd be wonderful to leave (and live) with no regrets; to know there's a voice out there that can chase away the madness of the soul; to know that, "As Rafflesians, you'll never have to face it alone."
A friendship sparked because you cared
What fire starts without a spark; what spark flames without fuel?
Really, is orientation any more than a flint to which tinder and wood must be provided? Apologies to those left on a high; is it really possible to build heart-to heart relationships in 70-odd hours? Are you going to mourn a death in the family with someone you've shared a few jokes with? Can you share your hopes and dreams and expect loving support from someone you've participated in activities with? Can failures and successes, ambitions and dark secrets, heart and soul, be poured out to someone with whom you've only chatted about the same boat you're in? (edit: am I always this bitter?_)
Of course, that's not to say there's anything the matter with enjoying orientation. With knowing new people or with having fun with them. But it's certainly only just started, and it's surely too early to have built very much of very great importance. I hope.
So, tell me, how are friends made in a matter of days and hours? How are people, when put, not drawn, together, able to hit it off just like (fingersnap) that?
mood: frustrated, undirectedly envious, somewhat depressed
When we look back
Wasn't it just yesterday
I couldn't find the words to say
To fill the empty silence
To break the awkward moments
A little smile and laughter shared
A friendship sparked because you cared
This path we tread wont be smooth
But together, we will pull though
Prechorus:
Walking hand in hand, heart to heart,
Joining voices to sing and dance
When I start this song, you'll sing along,
And we can just go on and on and on
Chorus:
When we look back, will we remember
Each moment of this year?
The days that mark out time in here
Threaten to disappear
All that we have's the present
To cherish while we can
Seizing every chance we're blessed with
And leave with no regrets
Took a firm step in this place
Wishes, hopes, we're in a daze
The cold walls are taunting
Just where's the warmth within?
Whenever you call my name
Across the corridor
The madness of chasing dreams
Doesn't matter anymore
Prechorus
Chorus
Bridge:
rough winds only bring us higher
tough fights only make us stronger
yet knowing we've got one another
we'll stick together more than ever
yeah.... yeah....
Chorus x2
All the friends we've made we won't forget
We'll leave with no regrets
These two years no regrets
These two years no regrets
It's lovely isn't it? It'd be wonderful to leave (and live) with no regrets; to know there's a voice out there that can chase away the madness of the soul; to know that, "As Rafflesians, you'll never have to face it alone."
A friendship sparked because you cared
What fire starts without a spark; what spark flames without fuel?
Really, is orientation any more than a flint to which tinder and wood must be provided? Apologies to those left on a high; is it really possible to build heart-to heart relationships in 70-odd hours? Are you going to mourn a death in the family with someone you've shared a few jokes with? Can you share your hopes and dreams and expect loving support from someone you've participated in activities with? Can failures and successes, ambitions and dark secrets, heart and soul, be poured out to someone with whom you've only chatted about the same boat you're in? (edit: am I always this bitter?_)
Of course, that's not to say there's anything the matter with enjoying orientation. With knowing new people or with having fun with them. But it's certainly only just started, and it's surely too early to have built very much of very great importance. I hope.
So, tell me, how are friends made in a matter of days and hours? How are people, when put, not drawn, together, able to hit it off just like (fingersnap) that?
mood: frustrated, undirectedly envious, somewhat depressed
Labels: Life Musings
Hmmm, apologies for yesterday's post. Writing when tired too late in the evening is akin to being drunk for me.
A great many things and so much to think; too little to say, nothing spoken. Drunk on dreams behind stone-cold-sober lips.
Eloquently chronicling ineloquent inarticulateness aside, it's now time to attempt banishing that inarticulateness.
I learnt something new today. That's one of those life tips you always hear right? Learn something new every day. Or change something if you find yourself waking up dreading a new day. Or do one thing you've never done before. Well, upstairs exclamations in my home produce excellent echoes when the house is empty. Either that or my "woo!" hits resonant frequencies in the structure. Long story short I'm in frisbee cca, which kinda seems like it would be a good thing. Fingers crossed then.
Still feel odd in OG. Maybe I'm just shy/antisocial. Or perhaps I possess a hidden quality that makes me incredibly repungent. I'm Waiting to see.
Other thoughts racing through my head; streaked long exposure photos of the carnival are thoughts not-quite-exploding into word-covered-paper, coming to fruition in sticky, overripe messes. Not worth the bother.
A great many things and so much to think; too little to say, nothing spoken. Drunk on dreams behind stone-cold-sober lips.
Eloquently chronicling ineloquent inarticulateness aside, it's now time to attempt banishing that inarticulateness.
I learnt something new today. That's one of those life tips you always hear right? Learn something new every day. Or change something if you find yourself waking up dreading a new day. Or do one thing you've never done before. Well, upstairs exclamations in my home produce excellent echoes when the house is empty. Either that or my "woo!" hits resonant frequencies in the structure. Long story short I'm in frisbee cca, which kinda seems like it would be a good thing. Fingers crossed then.
Still feel odd in OG. Maybe I'm just shy/antisocial. Or perhaps I possess a hidden quality that makes me incredibly repungent. I'm Waiting to see.
Other thoughts racing through my head; streaked long exposure photos of the carnival are thoughts not-quite-exploding into word-covered-paper, coming to fruition in sticky, overripe messes. Not worth the bother.
Xian wants to write something meaningful, witty, novel, funny, interesting, or at least original and mildly entertaining. Instead he's filling this space with mindless drivel for the sake of... mindless drivel (aka, for the sake of filler)
[insert promise to switch to a less useless blogskin. Or maybe to Wordpress.]
Apparently, my weakest of the multiple intelligences is interpersonal intelligence. I'm sure it's around-work-able. (Why am I even posting this. I'm such an attention whore.)
Orientation tomorrow go! (?)
[insert promise to switch to a less useless blogskin. Or maybe to Wordpress.]
Apparently, my weakest of the multiple intelligences is interpersonal intelligence. I'm sure it's around-work-able. (Why am I even posting this. I'm such an attention whore.)
Orientation tomorrow go! (?)
Labels: Self Reference
It's day one of orientation.1 Perhaps it isn't fair to pass judgment so soon, but our Orientation Group isn't really very fun.2 But then, I have the highest of hopes.3
However, the important thing really isn't orientation.4 Or rather, there's something else I'd like to talk about.5
Conversation falls (somewhat) on the topic of religion. "[name withheld] is really like a Christian".6
What then, does it mean to be a Christian>? Or rather, to be "really like a Christian"? Does it mean (as was implied by the speaker) to be anexternally moral person? To live in a manner recognised as Christian or as "good"?
More importantly, is this (Christian appearance) what is required of myself, even as I identify as Christian? [my opinion:] the external appearance isn't the most important thing; it is important to the extent that we are called to be the light of the earth (Matthew 5: 14-16), but far more important is the issue of being more than moral, more than good, but Christian and Christ-following on the inside; to lead a life that follows Christ and to exhibit Christ-like behaviour
So, most importantly then, is that what I'm doing? Am I striving to lead the life of a Christ-following disciple? I find myself not completely sure that I'm trying my best and giving my all, and it makes me afraid. Is that why it bothers me so when I hear someone saying "[name withheld] is really Christian"?
And something else that made me think today: (or, perhaps, should be thinking about)
I may believe in God, but why do I do it? What reason do I have for my belief? What testimony can I give to support my belief in God? Can I tell anyone why I believe? Hmmmprrhhh (read: sigh...)
Mood: Contemplative7
1 And a MediaCorp news crew shows up. Hurrah, for not enough news in Singapore, and the general standards of Singaporean Mandarin TV news. (Yes, it is the first year that there's one intake, but let me remain in my illusions and to keep dissing MediaCorp alright?)
2 By which I mean, without any offense at all, and with the highest of hopes of change(Yes we can! Hail to the chief!), that our OG is pretty shy. Or quiet. Or not overly competitive. Or attention-seeking. Or in your face. Come to think of it, perhaps it isn't that bad. So, highest of hopes to get to know people better then.
3 See above footnote. I can't decide if there's any ironic/humourous wordplay in endnotes being above. That's a damn shame.
4 Despite, as one of our school staff informed the MediaCorp Chinese language news team, it being the first day of school, and the most excellent, well-planned, engaging, and fun activities planned by the J2s, there really is something else I'd rather ruminate over.
5 Ruminate over. Then discuss.
6 Something to that effect. To the best of my memory.
7 Wait, this isn't LiveJournal
However, the important thing really isn't orientation.4 Or rather, there's something else I'd like to talk about.5
Conversation falls (somewhat) on the topic of religion. "[name withheld] is really like a Christian".6
What then, does it mean to be a Christian>? Or rather, to be "really like a Christian"? Does it mean (as was implied by the speaker) to be an
More importantly, is this (Christian appearance) what is required of myself, even as I identify as Christian? [my opinion:] the external appearance isn't the most important thing; it is important to the extent that we are called to be the light of the earth (Matthew 5: 14-16), but far more important is the issue of being more than moral, more than good, but Christian and Christ-following on the inside; to lead a life that follows Christ and to exhibit Christ-like behaviour
So, most importantly then, is that what I'm doing? Am I striving to lead the life of a Christ-following disciple? I find myself not completely sure that I'm trying my best and giving my all, and it makes me afraid. Is that why it bothers me so when I hear someone saying "[name withheld] is really Christian"?
And something else that made me think today: (or, perhaps, should be thinking about)
I may believe in God, but why do I do it? What reason do I have for my belief? What testimony can I give to support my belief in God? Can I tell anyone why I believe? Hmmmprrhhh (read: sigh...)
Mood: Contemplative7
1 And a MediaCorp news crew shows up. Hurrah, for not enough news in Singapore, and the general standards of Singaporean Mandarin TV news. (Yes, it is the first year that there's one intake, but let me remain in my illusions and to keep dissing MediaCorp alright?)
2 By which I mean, without any offense at all, and with the highest of hopes of change(Yes we can! Hail to the chief!), that our OG is pretty shy. Or quiet. Or not overly competitive. Or attention-seeking. Or in your face. Come to think of it, perhaps it isn't that bad. So, highest of hopes to get to know people better then.
3 See above footnote. I can't decide if there's any ironic/humourous wordplay in endnotes being above. That's a damn shame.
4 Despite, as one of our school staff informed the MediaCorp Chinese language news team, it being the first day of school, and the most excellent, well-planned, engaging, and fun activities planned by the J2s, there really is something else I'd rather ruminate over.
5 Ruminate over. Then discuss.
6 Something to that effect. To the best of my memory.
7 Wait, this isn't LiveJournal
Labels: Spiritual Ruminations
Jing Xian is sorry that he has overused and cheapened the word "epic"; so much so that he is now at a loss of words to describe Alastair Reynold's truly epic Revelation Space Universe/trilogy
Labels: Self Reference
At cold storage, at the delicatessen section
Lady: (points at chicken) what flavour is this?
Staff: Chicken.
Lady: (points at chicken) what flavour is this?
Staff: Chicken.
Labels: Because life's funny
Disclaimer: The following contains material of a potentially frightening nature. However, if you are unafraid to ponder the possibility of being unable to make any choice at all, or are kind enough to do me the favour of reading and critiquing my thoughts, please do read on.
Consider a closed system, comprising an apple, in existence a distance above an object of significant gravity, say, the Earth. Start time. The apple, obeying common physical laws, falls to the ground. Or a bullet, racing towards a man. Start time, and it strikes him.
Consider then, a larger system. Say, a gun. Pull the trigger, and a number of physical reactions occur, sparking a chemical reaction, which again triggers the physical reaction of a speeding bullet. All in accord with the physical laws that exist in the system.
Consider then, the Universe as a system. The cosmos dancing in beautiful rhythm, governed by a set of laws that exist, regardless of humanity's knowledge (of these laws). In this Universe, there exists people, made of the very same stuff as everything else. And as all stuff, held accountable to the law, they obey with perfect precision, for every moment, right until the end of time.
Assuming that the body is governed by the brain and the brain is made of stuff, the decisions of the brain and the actions of the body are then governed by the particulate behavior of stuff, which is perfectly predictable by the laws of the Universe. And thus, the terrifying conclusion is reached; free will is an illusion and any state of the Universe is fated and (theoretically) predictable.
I give you the frightening possibility of a deterministic Universe. Determinism, however, is (at least partially) debunked by chaos theory and quantum uncertainty. Therefore, move on to what really terrifies me.
Take the existence of a sovereign, omnipotent God. (for those of you who can't, assume, for the sake of argument). Let's define omnipotence, shall we? We'll take it to mean capable of anything, and aware and in control of every thing that occurs, until the end of time.
An omnipotent God is therefore aware of every man's actions. God is also capable of influencing that man's actions and choices. Is the God then responsible for the man's actions? Is the man incapable of acting outside of the omnipotent agency of this God? By his omnipotent character, is God incapable of "not making a choice", for by doing so he in fact makes a choice, that leads to consequences?
The existence of an omnipotent God thus brings us to the same, ghastly, conclusion. Free will is impossible. The closest one can get is a facsimile, true motivations possibly being the decisions of an omnipotent God or the result of matter blindly following dead laws, but never a consciousness that resides within a man.
However, I offer those of you who are greatly troubled some small comfort. Read on.
Chaos theory posits that large systems quickly degenerate into chaos, meaningless and unpredictable, despite the abundance of laws that can accurately predict short-term, small-scale outcomes. Quantum uncertainty makes it impossible for every property of any discrete particle to be known simultaneously. This "quantum fuzziness" makes it impossible to make perfect predictions.
However, consider instead the minutiae of the atoms that comprise your brain. It is rather difficult, is it not? Or the extreme complexity of a weather system. It is hard to grasp and predict the future, for our puny human minds, yes?
So, a perfectly predictable Universe remains perfectly perplexing (, and opaque) to us mere mortals. In making our decisions, we (our brains) experience what feels like choice and independent will. The decisions we make feel all too real to us. An excuse cannot be made "that wasn't my choice", simply because, to all measurable extents and purpose, an action is the result of free will and choice.
Similarly, the will of an omnipotent God are so far beyond us, so much so that our decisions appear to be motivated by independent will, and for all practical purposes are indiscernible from such. The existence of an omnipotent God does not absolve us from seeming (to ourselves and to other) to make the right choice.
Well then. I'm done. I thank you for reading this far, and do hope that you will poke holes in my arguments, delivering all of us from the deterministic terror of a world without free will, or plunging us further into this pit of despair. For the sake of truth, then, be honest with me!
Ps. Comment on the post, not on the tagboard, if at all possible. Much thanks.
Consider a closed system, comprising an apple, in existence a distance above an object of significant gravity, say, the Earth. Start time. The apple, obeying common physical laws, falls to the ground. Or a bullet, racing towards a man. Start time, and it strikes him.
Consider then, a larger system. Say, a gun. Pull the trigger, and a number of physical reactions occur, sparking a chemical reaction, which again triggers the physical reaction of a speeding bullet. All in accord with the physical laws that exist in the system.
Consider then, the Universe as a system. The cosmos dancing in beautiful rhythm, governed by a set of laws that exist, regardless of humanity's knowledge (of these laws). In this Universe, there exists people, made of the very same stuff as everything else. And as all stuff, held accountable to the law, they obey with perfect precision, for every moment, right until the end of time.
Assuming that the body is governed by the brain and the brain is made of stuff, the decisions of the brain and the actions of the body are then governed by the particulate behavior of stuff, which is perfectly predictable by the laws of the Universe. And thus, the terrifying conclusion is reached; free will is an illusion and any state of the Universe is fated and (theoretically) predictable.
I give you the frightening possibility of a deterministic Universe. Determinism, however, is (at least partially) debunked by chaos theory and quantum uncertainty. Therefore, move on to what really terrifies me.
Take the existence of a sovereign, omnipotent God. (for those of you who can't, assume, for the sake of argument). Let's define omnipotence, shall we? We'll take it to mean capable of anything, and aware and in control of every thing that occurs, until the end of time.
An omnipotent God is therefore aware of every man's actions. God is also capable of influencing that man's actions and choices. Is the God then responsible for the man's actions? Is the man incapable of acting outside of the omnipotent agency of this God? By his omnipotent character, is God incapable of "not making a choice", for by doing so he in fact makes a choice, that leads to consequences?
The existence of an omnipotent God thus brings us to the same, ghastly, conclusion. Free will is impossible. The closest one can get is a facsimile, true motivations possibly being the decisions of an omnipotent God or the result of matter blindly following dead laws, but never a consciousness that resides within a man.
However, I offer those of you who are greatly troubled some small comfort. Read on.
Chaos theory posits that large systems quickly degenerate into chaos, meaningless and unpredictable, despite the abundance of laws that can accurately predict short-term, small-scale outcomes. Quantum uncertainty makes it impossible for every property of any discrete particle to be known simultaneously. This "quantum fuzziness" makes it impossible to make perfect predictions.
However, consider instead the minutiae of the atoms that comprise your brain. It is rather difficult, is it not? Or the extreme complexity of a weather system. It is hard to grasp and predict the future, for our puny human minds, yes?
So, a perfectly predictable Universe remains perfectly perplexing (, and opaque) to us mere mortals. In making our decisions, we (our brains) experience what feels like choice and independent will. The decisions we make feel all too real to us. An excuse cannot be made "that wasn't my choice", simply because, to all measurable extents and purpose, an action is the result of free will and choice.
Similarly, the will of an omnipotent God are so far beyond us, so much so that our decisions appear to be motivated by independent will, and for all practical purposes are indiscernible from such. The existence of an omnipotent God does not absolve us from seeming (to ourselves and to other) to make the right choice.
Well then. I'm done. I thank you for reading this far, and do hope that you will poke holes in my arguments, delivering all of us from the deterministic terror of a world without free will, or plunging us further into this pit of despair. For the sake of truth, then, be honest with me!
Ps. Comment on the post, not on the tagboard, if at all possible. Much thanks.
Labels: Philosophical Musings
KI placement test on tuesday? The holidays, despite having been filled with fulfilling, often fun, sometimes stressful, but definitely enjoyable, and possibly character building experiences, have reduced, by a significant amount, my capability to construct intelligent, logical, rational, witty, and entertaining words to form coherent sentences, and to put them down on paper.
And although usually it's the latter two that concern me more, right now the first three are more worrying.
My brain has turned to a slightly sticky, surely sickly, yellow mush. It probably isn't very tasty.
And although usually it's the latter two that concern me more, right now the first three are more worrying.
My brain has turned to a slightly sticky, surely sickly, yellow mush. It probably isn't very tasty.
Gosh, it's one, two, three, four, five, count 'em, days to school. Not very long at all. KI placement test is next Tuesday, let's see how that goes shall we?
I'm approaching JC with a feeling of quiet excitement, slight apprehension, and perhaps just that little bit of wistfulness. But, it should be good. Heh.
And for anyone who wants to know how unoccupied I am, I watched 8 episodes of Heroes yesterday. Hurhur.
I'm approaching JC with a feeling of quiet excitement, slight apprehension, and perhaps just that little bit of wistfulness. But, it should be good. Heh.
And for anyone who wants to know how unoccupied I am, I watched 8 episodes of Heroes yesterday. Hurhur.
Hoho, I should have posted this yesterday, but to heck with internet-addiction and attention-whoring-what-I-just-did to the world a la Twitter (justified, but uncalled for. Apologies.)
Anyway, in sputter-inducing fashion, I shall now utterly repudiate the above sentence.
Xian has finally gone cycling on Ubin after badgering peopel for ages. And it's quite cake compared to freaking hill country in Ireland.
Anyway, in sputter-inducing fashion, I shall now utterly repudiate the above sentence.
Xian has finally gone cycling on Ubin after badgering peopel for ages. And it's quite cake compared to freaking hill country in Ireland.
Xian is tired of talking. Will you talk to him?
(is also ashamed of using a blog to twitter. To all Twitter users: Nobody really cares. You, my dear friends, are the real twihards)
(is also ashamed of using a blog to twitter. To all Twitter users: Nobody really cares. You, my dear friends, are the real twihards)