Farewells

Held a surprise treat for Weilu because she's going back to China soon after prom. She was really delighted to receive the card and bottle of stars that we made for her XD. I wish her all the best in her endeavours and hopefully she won't forget us.

Beginnings

It's a time for new beginnings XD! Just went for driving theory not too long ago. Yes, Florence is on her way to burnin' rubber! Got back to fencing and felt like an absolute noob =(. And also, I have 2 job interviews coming up. Sure hope I manage to impress the recruitment agency folks into giving me that administration job =P. Best of all, on the 4th of December, the long awaited Prom will be here! Can't wait...

The End of All Things

The A level examiner told us we've earned the license to scream after the end of the Bio MCQ paper. Yet, as the students flooded out through the doors, it wasn't yells of joy I heard, but rather the steady buzzing of the cross-checking of answers. There wasn't a dizzying surge of euphoria, just a disorientating but not wholly unfamiliar sense of emptiness and what-next as the coming days suddenly seem like a year. A year whose days are long. The story usually ends when the vile dragon is slain, the lost treasure found, the fair maiden rescued. Still, there is no conclusion here, not even deus ex machina for me. It's the anticipation of the end which renders the path, no matter how arduous, bearable. Which deceives travellers into seeing an oasis in a sea of sand, not a mirage. Anyhow, too much free time is not an unwanted thing and I shall not fall prey to Boredom. Finally, I can engage in those small pleasures that make me feel truly alive =).

Whatever

It's a pretty apt name to describe the rest of this post. I've realise I don't really have an opinion on most issues. I don't mean those GP essays when you're forced to take a stand and expound your argument for the sake of that "A" grade. It's hard to write if you don't care much for and about something but since GP has come and gone, it's no longer an issue. There's a curious, almost callous detachment from events that have shaken the globe or Singapore; the brutal crushing of the riots in Myanmar, the repealing of Section 377A (at least I got that right) and others. Maybe I'm a cynic and the violence, intolerance and other vices that have plagued the globe will always be here to stay so why bother investing emotion? Or maybe, I'm just Singaporean. Yes, the government has done its job so well that eventually they will start wondering why no-one reads the Home Section anymore. I jest. But, truly it's odd. Why am I unable to muster more than a fleeting sympathy for the refugees of Darfur or probe into whether homosexuality should be condoned in Singapore? And I have a hunch that I'm not the only one guilty of this. My apathy puzzles me. Does it signify a dereliction in my mental faculties or a reduction in my capacity to show compassion for others? Perhaps its time, to delve deeper into the going-ons of the world, and in doing so, find myself again. It's time to start having an opinion, not for the sake of it, but because I truly care.

Cold Turkey

You, the lingering sweetness of a courtesean's faded perfume. Such cloying fragrance, such deathly stench as I let you, as ever undecided, flood my shattered senses. We are magnets in a slow, tangled dance, bone-weary gladiators circling the ochre sand that mayhaps has always been. This path to hell grows narrow, carelessly fraught with briars and thorns, unspoken words and festered feelings. Tarry a little! An insolent rose petal, gloriously blooming and carmine, spirals from the sky, coruscating.

The List

Here's a list of what I want to do after the "A''s

1. Fence
2. Learn to Cook
3. Work from Jan 2008 onwards
4. Travel
5. Read
6. Draw
7. Learn to Dance (Hip-hop)
8. Learn to Drive
9. Learn to Wakeboard
10. Get a nice, golden tan XD
11. Swim
12. Learn guitar
13. Play PC games

It's amazing how this has kept me mugging 4-5 hours a day despite tireless rants from the other voice in my head to give it a rest. Oh the power of dreams... =). Freedom is painfully close. I can smell it.

And oh 14. NEVER TOUCH A BLOODY SET OF NOTES AGAIN, EVER!

but of course, my RJ mentality or morality ensures that I won't.