Only Allah is great, not u, not me!
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Saturday, October 16, 2004
aloha ohana
| Best cip hours ever...but sshhh its a secret cannot tell. There could be more hours coming in our way, if we are as cunning as ever. Its like so wonderful, you don't feel a thing at all with the hours being clocked in. Woohoo.
Today was Ohana Prep. RJ calls its open house "Ohana" (family). Learnt the partner dance with Ron, haha as usual I became the girl. It was damn funny, cos the guy is lighter than the girl by a clear 10kg, so naturally he has a lil bit of trouble trying to support her/his damn heavy weight. Haha. But shoots, I must learn the guy moves quickly if not i'm forever going to be stuck as a girl. This stinks. Haha LT1 had a lil bit of lighting FX today, for the few who were there and noticed something with the lights. Hey its damn fun i tell you, sure will be spectacular when we master the rest of the FX. But the funniest thing that happened today was "The Big Bang". Its actually the fire extinguisher being set off, albeit accidentally. Its so funny, all 3 of us ran out, really didn't know how to react, we were so relaxed and shiok lah, then it happened, so we quickly siam. And sat at the LT seats. Then the people in the LT looked at us, we looked at them back, and they were laughing at us as we were laughing at them back. People thought that it was a toilet flush in the LT. hehe, but its a secret cannot tell you. Haha today was so hot, the temptation to drink was so high. We, of all things to talk about, were discussing which drink we really wanna drink right there and then in the hot afternoon. Bandung, nice with ice, milky and sweetly pink. Air kathirah, which has never been to my tastebuds before, but as sweet as bandung. Matin wanted ice cold mountain dew. Not very nice to me, i'd rather have 5million glasses of ice-cold Coke. Yeah...:) We were all dying man, felt like collapsing in the train to Adzfar's house, I broke fast there with his family. Very thankful to him man, coz my parents aren't home so there's no food at home. Of course I could have journeyed to the mosque to break fast there, but Adz's offer was too good to resist, especially with 'ManUtd-Birmingham match ensuing at 740pm' tag. I had loads of syrup to quench my thirst. Mee bandung was nice and sweet, as sweet as the longans. Then I whacked a 1.5l bottle of Sprite Ice all throughout the match. Great to see Saha back, but playing Fortune and Kleberson certainly spells doom. Banish them to the reserve squad, pls! Let's have Scholes and Heinze back! And Giggs! And Silvestre! Certainly that will make my $13 return trip home more worth it. |
Ramadhan Mubarak
| 1st day of fasting
Was surprisingly easy, not distracted by food at all throughout the day, not like in the past. Same for matin, he too had an easy time fasting today. Only Rais had a brush with food, yeah, and he is definitely feeling extremely guilty about it, but i confirm you his was a case of accident. Went to watch Wimbledon, which was a nice movie, real gutsy and inspirational play by that guy paul bettany (aka peter peter colt), but all in all a predictable storyline. Its so easy to relate to, especially for sportsmen who just love playing in front of big crowds. Funny how love can inspire his game. That's really great bcoz he was in the dumps before, being unlucky with his games, knowing nothing about winning or how to win. But love completely changed it all around. The story is not the same for the girl though (sexay kirsten dunst's lizzie bradbury). Hers was the opposite story. Love became the distraction in her game, she couldn't focus. So she couldn't win. Such were the contrasting results how love can either make u or break u. Fri prayers Al-Falah was over in a jiffy. Its irritating this life. When u are home, u feel so bored u say u need to go out. And when u are out, u feel so off, feel so stupid for going out and having nothing to do, u just wanna go back home again. Argh!!! Is this what u call a paradox (i dunno what it means)...? CCAL briefing about Ohana, MLDCS won't have to perform for it anymore, meaning we just have to prepare for next weekend's Busking@Orchard! That'd be great! I thought the comm wouldn't let us not perform for ohana. I didn't even take a look at farewell assembly, bcoz firstly it shouldn't concern us, its meant especially for the j2s, their moment. Also, let it surprise me next year when it comes, unless its really nothing surprising. And, there was not much standing room, so just in case we faint while standing due to our lack of storage fuel (aka food), we wouldn't wanna trouble anyone, so we just vee-ed the whole ceremony by just going to spexgall to relack one corner. That was alright the typical group of mats again. We kopped quite alot of the food package which contained eewwyuckyyucky wedges. So we siam to macs quickly just as the ceremony in the hall was abt to end, and broke our fast there, with Super BIG Gulps, KFC packages et al. Then we went for evening prayers at Almujahideen Mosque, which went much faster than i thought. For a relatively uneventful day, it was well-spent at the end, especially with the prayers to cap it off... So here i am, at around 5:26am in the morning, after just having my early morning food... It was porridge;just one bowl, so it was scant, but it was also tasty and should be enough to last me the day InsyaAllah. Today i've got Ohana Prep. So i think i'll clock in cip hours for attending (isit?)...anw, Hafiz talked about going VJ open house in the afternoon. But knowing tt Ohana lasts til 5pm, i can forget about it. Shall siam to AlFalah of ArRaudhah to break my fast, do tarawih et al. Okiedoks, Results will be out on Monday~! Scary but it's hopefully good InsyaAllah! |
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Happy Ramadhan & Happy Fasting
Ramadhan is here. God is here today. Satan is not. Tarawih began today. And Fasting begins tomorrow. HPF wanna see our class tmr before farewell assembly for PW. Aiyoh, pw is damn worrying. I hear so many groups from other classes going all out during these past few days to chiong PW. My group, we stopped just before Promos, at our final version of our first draft, which HPF collected oredi. So what else does she want? Just give each and every member in my group EE and we'll be extremely happy. Farewell Assembly would mean that we'll probably still be starving when it's time to break fast. Nvm, shall smuggle some dates for the muslims. And hope we can siam and be on time for Tarawih, yeehaa must try to get to Ar-Raudhah, but i doubt it. So probably will head to AlMujahideen instead. Yup, insyaAllah. I've set some targets for myself next year, it's really all locked in my head. They all keep rolling and rolling in my head, it's like i keep reciting them silently. They're all nice nice targets, yup. InsyaAllah God give me the strength to see to the end of it. |
Porridge for the Needy Project
| For all the people who have signed up for our MLDCS Porridge for the Needy Project, please be reminded that there will be a very urgent briefing on Monday morning immediately after assembly at the concourse. Attendance is compulsory. Please listen out for an announcement on Monday. Hopetaseeyathere :)
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Exorcist: The Beginning
| Wednesday, yesterday, was quite weird, but turned out to be quite fun in the end. I promised Adz for a little gym time at 10am, in school coz its free. I only woke up at ten, and so i thought i'd be late, so i just went to school immediately after having my cheese sandwich (is this how u spell it?). Then the econs ppl still havent started their paper, talked to them for a while. Saw the Malay AO paper, quite easy I must say, but after almost 10 months of not touching it, im so rusty la. But im sure we'll all ace it if we were to take the paper seriously. Haha, Saripah power.
then, when all the econs ppl had left for the hall, i went to buy nasi goreng ikan bilis, yummy and it induced diarrhoea, so hadtashit. Talked to jieming and alex and sherman and ivan, nice eh, J2s giving u advice on s-papers and things like that. Take s-paper for the sake of taking it, bcoz taking it would give you "something". What's that "something", I guess not many really care unless they don't get the scholarship.. Actually the s-paper talk was abit only, the rest was about how the J2s wanna par-tey! There were stuff about going Bali, needing an Indo native, smoking p*rt, clubbing at night and staying away from coc*****. The J2s sure know their stuff man..talked about trying surrfing!, or how painful parasailing is for your balls! or going at top speed on your jetski and avoiding all the ripples. Then finally Adz came and we were all so stoned, so lethargic when doing weights. A 2-week lay-off coz of promos was enough for me to shed 2kg, but I'm still heavier than izzat. Haha, just heavy and weak and scrawny. Went to Queensway after that with Adz my bro..just for one thing, to find The Nike Mercurial Vapor Gold Edition. I didn't realize how golden it was! Absolute stunner! Adz thinks of getting it right there and then, but thinks it better to buy it sometime later, maybe this week. You guys out there better not touch that boot! Only the mat brothers will wear it, u hear tat? Haha. Then the group of us, ronald adz iylia fahyik jianhong desmond rudy and me went for real scream! Not reverse bungee, thats chicken feed. Went for exorcist:the beginning! Woohoo! Yea, scary shit man. All the suspense was scary, like when Joseph was trembling all of a sudden, or when the pack of hyenas attacked his brother James, or when Sarah was alone in the house, blackout no lights then all of a sudden the lights came on again and the jukebox was at full blast! So many nice scenes. But the ghost was so funny.."So don't you wanna f*ck me anymore, father marion?" haha, waht cheesy line. Oh well, tat scared tashit out of us. We went to glutton square but couldnt find a real Halal stall, so after having to walked quite far, we had to walk quite far back to breeks for a simple dinner, burnt my pocket oredi man. Had a lot of laughs there man, talking cock, about anti-council, and how we are gonna operate in school. That was damn cool. Sure is fun. Then tried pranking HPF, but adz gave ron the wrong number. Then found the right number, but she was prob asleep la, HPF's bedtime is like... what, 7pm? Oh well, then ron met ahem and we all ciao. For a day after promos, i guess it was well-spent. Today? Dunno man...what's gonna happen? |
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
end of promos finally here....yahoooooooo
Chemistry paper was extremely gross today, not just that i didn'tdo some of the questions, but i'm quite sure i won't do well for the paper. But in any case, i'm just hoping for the best. It all lies in the hands of the markers, and God save me..! Oh well, no point crying over spilt milk. So what do we do after that? Good question. For a while, noone knew what to do. We just stoned there at the canteen. Then since none could come up with any solution, we just headed off to macs, to have a bite. Peiqian the storyteller again entertaining us with very humorous jokes..kind of thought we chased the group of them (hadri, janahan and co) who were studying there away. We went back to school and some brilliant soul thought of Floorball at LT 2.5...Not less than 10 mins, we were chased away because ppl were having their mock exam in lt2. Doesn't matter, i wasnt playing anyway. We went back to canteen and stoned and stoned. Its like before the paper, all of us were talking about doing this and doing that once promos end. They all sounded like magnifient plans to me, then when the paper ended, we could all think of nothing to do. Play soccer? Nah, its too hot. Play floorball? Nah, the indoor gym is locked. Weights? Nah, tmr then we do. Watch movie? Nah, some ppl's last paper still havent come. So do what? Stone? set... In the end, we gotta play floorball, and i think i could have injured my left toes. I pray hard that it's not fractured, it sure is pain, but no swelling. I've iced it, but i still feel pain when i walk. I better stay off running these few days. Let it heal completely. So i can tarawih peacefully. And adzfar and i felt quite shiok after showering, we were singing hari raya songs in the shower cubicles. I just love the festive atmosphere when it comes, but i realize i cannot become too expectant of it, otherwise the mood dissipates so quickly even before i manage to capture it thoroughly. The songs! Oh my the hari raya songs, i can't wait for them to be played over the radio. Will definitely humm along with 'em! And let's do this, let's not cut hair till the new year. I wanna see how long my hair can grow to!!! hehe :) |
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
she cracks
| The day that the (century) egg shell cracked : 17 Sept 2004
Morning GP period was still alright, controllable by all her means. We had to do a Paper 2 comprehension which i couldn't finish because it is actually quite hard. She was marking papers and showing how flustered she was at the way some students answered their questions, sometimes just ignoring whatever she tells them to do during lessons. We were happily making noise as and whenever we feel like it. Totally. 2 guys in class wore jock straps today, one was a red-stringed one, one was a dark black one given to him as a birthday present. They were more than happy to bare some flesh and show some skin, apparently their white hills make good cleavage. We snapped some photos of them hills, and burst out laughing as usual. She misplaced this person's paper, even though he had written his name and answered the first part of the comprehension. At first we made her believe that she misplaced 2 persons' papers. So we hurried her to find it, then one of the person exclaimed that he found his paper in his file. Haha, great exercise for someone her age. But she really lost the other person's paper. Looking at her desk, its easy to tell why. Then she stirred the irk of the class when she insisted on having extra lessons just so that we can complete the paper, due to us running short of time. Its just nonsensical, how in the world can we skip friday prayers! As though she can make another arrangement with God so we can have our friday prayers at a later time. Not that she believes in God anyway. But the others, they said about having physics remedial. She wanted to personally speak to the physics tutor so she can make arrangement. So the class burst out laughing once more, of course, memories of S-Cube Seminar came flooding in. "Do you know the physics tutor ma'am?" "Is he very talkative?" I think the bell saved her, not that there's any bell nowadays, the end of the period brought this episode to a close. This episode resumes in the form of a PW period, the last period of the day for the class. It was havoc. She took a helluva long time trying to locate the classroom, because we shifted temporarily due to prelim exams. Before that, the 2 guys jock-strapping were having more photoshoots, and the girls in class were trying their darndest best not to steal a glimpse of prime beefcakes. She came in and had a lot of instructions to give. I had slogged for 1 hour for the second draft of my written report (its not very long i know, but it was at 12 plus, when I should be sleeping. Just that I was already accustomed to paperwork), I really thought she was going to collect it that day and punish those who haven't got theirs ready. Instead, she instructed us all to finish up this worksheet as though it was a test. PW does not need a test, it is an assessment in itself. We tried rationalizing with her but it was hard to make her listen. She claimed that we should learn to listen to her instead. We do, all the time, we catch her saying the slightest of things, just so to make fun of her. She says,"I'll issue you..." and we complete the sentence in a chorus "a warning slip!!" She will laugh too, then said what she actually intended to say. Oh everyone was not in the mood to do her test. It was just to try and regurgitate all the things that we wrote down in our project proposal. That certainly is not necessary at this time, even if it is to help her find out about our individual contribution to the project, because personally I think that the file will suffice. Even the quiet and normally reserved people in class were trying to voice out their disagreement at her instructions, like "this is all too much unnecessary paperwork!" Those who normally behaved and would not flinch a bit, were singing and composing their own symphonies, trying to attract an audience by going louder by the octaves. Frequent jokes errupted. She says, "I wonder how this country is going to be like.." and we answer her "1. Ageing population, 2. Low birth rates and 3.Singlehood" to the bursts of laughters. I am sure by now the classes next door and the door after could hear us loud and clear, maybe they are laughing with us too. But the climax of it all, was when one student finished her worksheet and carried a whole stack of physics materials into the classroom. She intended to give it out to everyone because she has finished all her work, but was told off to sit down and listen to her instructions. Somehow She has millions of instructions today. Then one student openly told the class to just take their physics materials on the chair next to the door and leave the room, whatever. So some began to take the materials, but did not leave yet. She was totally flustered right now. She shouted the name of the girl loudly. She said she couldnt take it anymore and she feels like crying. She actually has swells of tears in her eyes. She walked out of the room, leaving her table a mess, just like her desk. This guy actaully opened the door to check whether she is really crying and came back laughing loudly. Everyone felt weird when she cried, not like they feel super guilty about it. Its like there was no 2 way communication at all whatsoever. Oh well, we used that time to finish giving out the physics materials. She came back within 5 mins, must have gone to pee or fart or whatever. Nvm, we really had to go, she cant hold us back any longer, we have friday prayers and when we told her she let us off. She cracked when she cried. Wooooooooshh SSsssswwwwoooossshhh!! |
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Sunday, September 12, 2004
end of hols: a cap
| One week of school holidays has passed. Good stuff, but it just means that there is no more time to prepare for promos. Its too short. Nvm, while the holiday was here, I enjoyed it.
Today I spent a few hours at Madrasah, which was truly not a typical day at the Madrasah because the first part was hafalan, and I was 30 mins late. So i entered, memorised the 7-8 lines for the Quran, and the bell went. Had a very sour teh-o lemon ice. Then the history ustaz was absent, so a replacement came in. She's an Islamic Counsellor, who counsels a whole host of people, from the teenage delinquents and pregnant teenage girls to divorcees and prisoners. She was hillarious and I share with you 3 principles that she has lived with since she was a teenager and which have helped mould her life well and truly in the path of Islam.
She was good, she said she will only come in for a little motivation session. I thought i didn't need one, but nevertheless, I love hearing people talk like her. Amazing, she just showered us with great tips and I sure would use them as much as i can. A nice good break instead of lessons! Then it was arab lesson, but the ustaz didn't feel like teaching as much as we didn't feel like listening. I was reading chem notes. Bad of me. I slept for 3 hours after i ate lunch. I hope i put on weight. Target was to reach 70kg by June, obviously that has failed. Maybe i should aim to reach 70kg by Hari Raya even though the fasting month is coming. That's because last Ramadhan, i put on around 3-4 kg! and lost them all during hari raya. weird metabolism!! I filed my notes and practicals for 2 hours straight. It was back-breaking labour, worst than doing shoulder presses. And its still not done yet, I've still GP File to complete. Should I just leave GP File? Its already in a mess... I waited for another 1.5 hours for my father to come back with the Fried Kuay Teow, finished it up in less than 5 mins and felt hungry again just seconds after i wash my hands and mouth. Sheesh...time... what do you make out of it?
Mendaki Awards was cool. They had it at the NTUC Centre, a building at One, Marina Boulevard. Its chic, the auditorium, i tell u. Because the building had numerous window panels, they lifted the blinds electronically and it gave us a magnificent view of the Singapore waterfront landscape. The RJ Guys all met at 10.15am at Raffles Place MRT where we went round and round the place just to find the correct exit. We had trouble finding the building and figuring out which overhead bridge to cross. We were just so unfamiliar with the place. Figured that by the time we were there, we would be the last ones to arrive. Correct. The entire VJ was there. A lot of unfamiliar faces too. I didn't know most of them. I heard around 15 of them got it, and they have around 30plus Malays in their school. That's so much more than what we have at RJ. I think it's easy why it's such. So many Malays live in the east, where VJ is, so its just a matter of convenience too. We waited for damn long, but it was okay lah, at least Iskhandar was sitting next to me, and Rais moved to sit on my other side, so it was not that lonely. But i must say, i don't have that many friends outside the raffles family. I must work on this. InsyaAllah. They gave us a briefing, we had rehearsals then had really cocked up lunch. We went to Masjid Moulana for Dzuhur and then really had a funny time dressing up. Khalrul was especially hillarious, he looked like a girl, a poodle, and an afro rocker rolled into one. Lol. Then rushed to the auditorium and the show began. The angklung performance was nice, real nice, if only we can replicate that. The reception at the end was not good, but who cares, we were having fun taking photos! so here are the photos: Click this: Photos from the recently held Mendaki Awards! |
Thursday, September 09, 2004
return.to.skool
| today we had a good meeting session in school. it got my mind clear. we have got a lot of work to do. but somehow or other, i feel more switched on today than on other days. i feel motivated, i feel the hunger to do what we will do with quality and panache. and i think we will do it. insyaAllah :)
promos are coming. the school canteen looks amazing, full of people studying very very hard for their respective exams. today was the first day that i returned to school during the sept holidays. now what ronald told me the other day was absolutely true, the atmosphere is tremendous. but i somehow cannot put myself in the canteen to study. hrm just cannot. i shall try home instead. if that cannot work, then i guess its the void deck or the toilet. somewhere la, but the canteen? that will be the last resort... hrmm resort? maybe not, more like torture chamber. Holland vs Czech Republic is coming up. will eat m&ms while waiting for that. toodles~ |
Friday, September 03, 2004
msg
Dear God,
I beg you to make me a smart and intelligent young man, nimble and wise to tackle all the problems that may come towards me, be a filial son. Bestow me with Your Greatness, just a little of it will do. Because God I love you. Amin.
I beg you to make me a smart and intelligent young man, nimble and wise to tackle all the problems that may come towards me, be a filial son. Bestow me with Your Greatness, just a little of it will do. Because God I love you. Amin.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
| venue: council room session
who's present: ronald, jiawen, lynn and me objective: to discuss our plan and lynn, to sing and entertain us. :) council room somehow we ended up in council room again. ronald wanted to play guitar, but couldn't find one with enough strings. so we ended up discussing the limitless possibilities that we can come up with for our plan. oh well, came up with one good idea. i think it's sustainable if we contact the right people and package the whole thing in an enticing way. yup, looking forward to the fruition of that idea. will work hard for it. ronald's house then i think because we were too caught up thinking and all that, we didn't feel like going for lessons anymore. so we ended up leaving, headed for ronald's place. lynn went for pw. i think she sings damn well, great voice, pity she's not in singapore idol. wanted to stop over at ming's arcade to see the shop first but the aunty was apparently busy with her boyfriend when ronald called, so another day then. we went to ronald's house instead. jiawen played 13 and got bored. we played fifa til for quite long. i lost all but 2 matches. i'm a fag, lousy fag. then ronald's mum was damn damn funny. first she asked us whether we wanted to help her wash her neighbour's house for $10 each. easy job eh? i thought it was too easy, tried asking for more. she said $20 after i told her sometimes i get $10 just for washing 2 toilets at home. so she went downstairs to check only to return later saying somebody else had already done it for free. shoots, didn't make money. but didn't break into sweat either. nvm, there's a next time. she bought some fast food for us too. haha then it was quite funny. she started asking me about bomoh! haha yeah bomoh! she asked me whether malays use cats to help cast spells on others, or use a cat which had been casted a spell on to disturb others. how am i supposed to know? but this is very interesting and i am going to find out. she got followed by this furry grey cat the other day at the hawker centre when she was buying tosai. the cat followed her everywhere she went so she got quite scared. the cat belongs to the malay stall owner. this is funny, not scary. but apparently, she thinks otherwise. i see no link between how the cat following her has got to do with any evil. but you can never be too sure can you. just last sunday in the malay newspapers, an article about this living and practising bomoh was published. she lives in the east of singapore. she apparently planted a sachet containing verses of the spell and some stones/bones in her husband's and daughter's graves. this was done to evoke the spirits to be used for her bomoh practises. oh man, this is spooky i tell you. she even has a secret cupboard that stores real exotic materials like tiger bones, skulls, sacred stones, etc. bomohs still live in singapore i tell you, you just don't know. they may look like normal people, but for all you know, there are bomohs living just next door!? my bomoh experience i for one had a bomoh experience once in my life. it was during primary school, in primary one. it had got to do with my maid (since then, we only had 2 more change of maids before my mum became a fulltime housewife). it was really strange. she looked sickly and weird then. she would fetch me from pri sch. then that week, everyday, there would be this huge dog waiting in front of my gate, lying there. what is it doing there? i certainly have never seen it before, it's not my neighbour's. i don't dare touch dogs, you know, muslims... then it was like a different dog each day. somehow, my maid would just shoo it away and it always seemed to obey her. that is weird because she is apparently muslim. how in the world could she be keeping dogs, in singapore some more!? then after that, we see her just behaving weirdly, like praying in the late morning, when that is not a prayer time for muslims. she prays at weird times. i don't remember what else she did, but it was enough to convince my parents to hire a bomoh. he is this old man, in his 50s. he wore a songkok. he would come to my grandma's house, which was just a block away, at 7plus. he would take out this plate and start lighting this special stone (in malay, we call it kemenyan) it smells weird and eery. he probably had special powers. he took out a bowl of water, said some prayers and started to look intently at the bowl of water. he could see images of the maid, who was told to stay at home. i don't know what he saw, i really could not see anything. (maybe he's a hoax?) then he said she's probably disturbed by some spirits. wah i thought that this could be interesting. he showed how he could withstand heat by setting a piece of cloth on fire and then grabbing it with his hand. he even touched the burning flame with the inside of his elbow, quite a most sensitive part of our skin. nothing happened to him. his prescription to us (me my brother and my sister) was this red amulet worn as a band around the wrist. he had muffled some verses into it over the flame and the smoke and it was meant to protect us from evil creatures like the dog. i thought i was superprotected after that. it worked la, dogs would just avoid me. i thought the amulet worked. when i returned home that night, probably whatever that had happened was true, my maid was very suspicious of the red amulet that i wore and she was very uneasy at the sight of it. not long after that, we terminated her contract. and all seem calm and normal after that. but apparently the bomoh was not done yet. he came back. this time with his kids, who were like younger than me. my god he's already in his 50s! they all look weird, their skin had been badly infected, wounds and scratches and pus all over. they look a pitiful sight. but he came back to ask for more money. of course my family did not oblige. he looks more like a bloodsucker than a bomoh now. like a conman. no way jose. we only hired him one-off. so i don't know what we did after that, but he didn't come back anymore. thank god! spooky mrt and they say that buangkok mrt is left out of the nel for a reason. and we all know that that station lies very close to the bidadari muslim cemetary. woo... spooky.... they say while testing was done, the glass doors of the station platform refuse to close, despite having gone through numerous checks. ronald's mum also said that bishan mrt too used to have that kind of spooky stuff. this one, its about how its quite crowded in the cabin, then when this quite unsual person entered, everyone just left the cabin like running for dear life. bishan mrt is also a former burial ground? ohoho, seriously guys, lets explore.... |
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
| I want to go to Wild Wadi in Dubai, the Emirates. Woosh~*
Ilman called about tips for prelims. He has English prelims tmr. What do i know? I know a bit here and there la, but to give tips, i am not too sure about it myself man. Ilman is powerful la, he can make it confirm InsyaAllah. He just needs reassurance that whatever he's doing, he's doing it well. Just gotta pace yourself now boy. The sprint at the last bend is yet to come. :) There's a Malay teacher teaching English in RI and he has a Doctorate to his name... Or so i heard. :) DEATH by the MRT There are too many people dying or having injuries associated with the MRT these days. Especially recently, there are so many cases of people falling onto the MRT track. And yesterday, 2 people died after falling from the platform onto the track, one at Redhill MRT and another at BUKIT BATOK!!! that's where i stop at! What's up with that? How come these things happen more frequently now? Don't the authorities have the 'Yellow Line' and frequent announcements in all 4 languages to remind people time and again to stand behind it? Why does it still happen? Isn't there enough warning to ward off people about the danger of electrocution? Okay, so here are other reasons.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
return to RI
| RI seemed different to me, like it was emptier (maybe because everyone had gone off u toot). But nonetheless, gotta meet the teachers who had taught me before, not all of them though, but some. Had a hard hard time finding Mrs Albar! She apparently was the star of the day (no surprise!). They said she sang on stage as part of 'Rosie and the Pussycats'? They mimicked Josie and the pussycats. Rosie is Mrs Rosie Smith. Oh well, missed that concert, I bet no matter how much we hated watching those lame time-filling concerts when I was back in RI, somehow or other, most of us really would rather watch it than that at RJ. Then when we leave RJ, prob the same thing would happen, this time, we would miss those concerts at RJ. Oh well, things happen. Met up with Tan Mui Hong, Desmond Tan, Johari, Grace Chong, E Foo, Yau Pooi Har... and cg Saripah and Salinah. Yup. :) :) It was also like a mini gathering of the Sec 4 Classes. I knew my class was there in almost full force (YEAH 4E Power!), 4D was there too, hogging all the teachers, and 4G, apparently just hogging the space in between the staff rooms. LOL, boys...
Then as usual, slacked around at Malay Room. Izzat and Alfian came back. Played a bit of badminton. then played extreme 3-on-3 soccer. Then the most fun of all, went for a dip at the swimming pool! Haha, just jumped in with my shorts and undies. That was damn shiok and refreshing man. Just going for a dip in the hot afternoon. Felt so much more relaxed after that. The thing was, i didnt bring extra undies! That was not that bad la, cos i just wore my spare shorts as boxers and wore my uniform. Felt airy :) Went to KFC for lunch. Town was crowded with students from all over singapore! All the different JCs and schools! Rudy bought slippers, i think Reef white coloured one with black strap. Then immediately we saw Hanboon wearing a Havaianas one, white with white strap which looked so much nicer. Definitely there was a tinge of regret in rudy. Time to save up, so i can buy things which i think i will need. Tata~ |
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