although i do and say a lot of stupid stuff, i am actually quite emotional.

i hate to see others disappointed or sad, cos i hate the feeling myself.

take for example the recent virginia tech massacre. true that i feel sorry for the many victims, but i feel very sad for the killer cho too...

i don't think he had killed for fun. he had obviously killed with intent. can u imagine the stresss and crap that tortured him for so long and culminated in him pulling the trigger? just put urself in his shoes

so here's an analogy. can u imagine squeezing a balloon and crushing it... it tries to break free, but cldn't. And eventually, it reaches its breaking point and "pop". and it's only when people hear this sound that they realise the ballooon is broken

rip...

today was a really weird weird day...

talking crap with ocean in the library... even i felt i was just talking crap

going to tan tock seng hospital for the 2nd time in 3 days... and i somehow felt i was floating instead of walking... just a surreal type of feeling i dunno

and asking an indian cleaning lady for help... only to get ignored, and hear her speak chinese ooO

getting home and receiving an email from joylim, ex bio teacher. and it's a song, which is not bad too

weird day isn't it?

Labels: School

Today after sch I joined my ex cca-mates for soccer. People like Junren, Zijian, Kevin, Jonathan etc turned up, and we had great fun playing soccer, and I was then really emotive for some reason, and began thinking about my RI life...

True that my RI schoollife was very shambolic. I am a loser w/o any achievements or anything that give me some pride... results, cca, awards etc i have nothing to show after 4 years of self wastage...

But for the failure I have proven myself to be, I realise that I have gained a lot from these 4 years, especially in intangible ways.

I have made a core bunch of friends whom I really treasure - whether from CCA, class or certain activities. This friendship is something which cannot be bought, cannot be mugged, but only nurtured over time...

And there's alot of lessons and skills I have learnt... from dealing with people (good or bad), managing myself (albeit with limited success)... I have met my fair share of nice people, and of course my fair share of backstabbers/assholes... and it's gonna be the same when I go to the working world.

What I have achieved during my years in RI can barely fill half a page, but the fond memories and the important life lessons that I have learnt are more than enough to write a book...

Adios RI...

Labels: Memories

I just woke up around 1 hr ago... it's really scary how I have been konking out the moment i get home everyday. But then again, looking back at my week's schedule, it's been quite tiring after all.

Monday: Sch, Gymming for PE, CIP at Sembawang after school (got home: 7+)
Tuesday: Sch, nap, double talks (got home: 7+)
Wednesday: Sch, OSAP briefing, discussions with mentor and Poh Lay (got home: 8+)
Thursday: Sch, Alchem elections, Alchem interview (got home: 9+)
Friday: Sch, Meeting, ex-RIRC soccer, ex-RIRC movie outing (getting home: 9+)

that rounds off a tiring week i guess. now off to sch

somehow, i don't blog often these days... and even in my spasmodic entries, there's nothing substantial, nothing worth talking about, nothing to perhaps suggest a purpose in my unpurposely life....

there's surely something wrong if blog entries become somewhat of an aberration or a rarity on a blog? or perhaps you should question the blogger, whether he really has nothing to write, or is just inclined to pen down his most personal thoughts on a public domain?

but really, as blogs transform into a phenomena so ubiquitous and pervasive in our society, do people blog for the sake of blogging? really, there's too many rubbish blogs out there (and in here)

and wow, i realise I have blogged quite a lot today. even though it sounds like bullshit, i hope that if people can cease visiting that bullshit that they like reading these days and honestly review that i have to say without preassuming that it is bullshit, perhaps they can gain a little, no matter how infinitestimal these may appear

in anyway case, i supposed this blog entry should stop here... well maybe after the fullstop .

there's a good thing about being dumb - people usually think you are even dumber than what you actually are

i can personally attest to that... anyway i feel really lost these days, esp with the headache i am having... sighz

http://www.princetonreview.com/cte/quiz/career_quiz1.asp
Quiz that i did, copied from hc's blog

People with yellow Interests like job responsibilities that include organizing and systematizing, and professions that are detail-oriented, predictable, and objective. People with yellow Interests enjoy activities that include: ordering, numbering, scheduling, systematizing, preserving, maintaining, measuring, specifying details, and archiving, which often lead to work in research, banking, accounting, systems analysis, tax law, finance, government work, and engineering.

People with red styles prefer to perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is action-oriented and practical. They prefer to work where things happen quickly and results are seen immediately. People with red styles tend to be straightforward, assertive, logical, personable, authoritative, friendly, direct, and resourceful, and usually thrive in a self-structured, high-pressured, hierarchical, production-oriented, competitive environment. You will want to choose a work environment or career path in which your style is welcomed and produces results.

hmm... interesting

Labels: Quiz

just returned home from an interview... sighz i shall use a physics anology to describe it.

While i was waiting, it was like jumping off a plane. I was accelerating and my heart was beating faster and faster.

Then i heard the bell. And i took the fateful step in. I had reached terminal velocity then, my heart was beating fast enough and I was to face my ordeal...

And the interview went... and plop! I HIT THE GROUND!! it was so sudden, so prompt, so unexpected yet expected. And most importantly, it was BLODDY PAINFUL! I just feel so hurt

And by the time i left the room, I was pronounced dead, the fall was really terrible.

Moral of the story: Dun jump off the plane. It can be too thrilling for some

Labels: Interview