Category Archives: Personal Life

busy old fool, unruly sun..

Why dost thou thus, through windows, and through curtains call on us?

Not in the John Donne sense of the phrase (thankfully!), but still, this current spate of 32/33 degree weather must stop soon before some poor soul gets roasted alive! I was telling Adi today how I might just take a UCAS offer (if one exists) anyway even if NUS Law says yes, just so that I can escape this horrid weather. And like how our conversations go, it became a discussion on whether being “cold and miserable” or “hot and miserable” was better, with “miserable” being the common denominator.

I still insisted that I’d be better off cold and miserable though. I like to think I’m a misanthropist of sorts sometimes, and what kind of a misanthropist wanders around in scorching temperatures anyway!

CT2s are over, and as of now it’s been meh(rde) (pick one, or both haha). Not that I’m complaining though. As are still somewhat distant (gah why do I keep writing double!) but hey the only thing I can do now is start revising right. Oh and recalibrate my expectations. It’s no longer “I wanna go to XYZ school and get ABC scholarships” anymore, but rather it’s more like “I just wanna go to law school”. Not that it makes much of a difference anyway, since almost all the law schools in the world want near-perfect scores. >< I could discuss why I want to go to law school and face all the mad pressure and competition that comes with it, but lets leave this for another post shall we.

It is indeed scary when all you can see in your future is this: “it’s either law school, or law school” (as Adi puts it). But we’ll get there, somehow.

This reminds me, while trawling through Lawnet yesterday I chanced upon something rather interesting about Mr Rollason. Nothing incriminating or anything, but I shouldn’t paste what I saw here since it’s not polite, so all I’ll just say is that I know some stuff even the history kids don’t! Makes me a rather good stalker, eh ;)

I’m proud to announce that Every Teardrop is a Waterfall has finally grown on me! I wish Chris Martin’s vocals were more pronounced though, and that the music weren’t so.. “electronic”, like how David Choi does it.

Can you spot the bit from Strawberry Swing in it? (:


good on you, sir!

Not too long ago I was telling Joey how I regretted seeing Chen Show Mao walking out of CHS and not saying hi, and we consoled ourselves with the hope that he was there to buy tickets for Homecoming or something.

Fast forward to today: Well look who came for Homecoming!

There was a slight hint of incredulousness in his eyes when I asked him how he found out about Homecoming. “Well.. I do keep in touch with the alumni!”, as if it were absolutely retarded not to do so. And then was I convinced that he’s a true blue CHS boy. (: Well it’s not like the other ex-CHS politicians (who are ostensibly more high-profile than him) don’t grace CHS functions, but only Mr Chen came down for Homecoming, just saying.

But then again if you’re an ex-CHS politician who happens to live in Bishan too, not  going for Homecoming in the absence of severe mitigating circumstances is a very silly thing to do, so I guess he was just doing what’s normal.

I hope he didn’t get too traumatized by the hordes of people who clamoured for shots after our request! I wish I could have talked to him more, but hey I’m sure there’ll be lots of opportunities for that. After all, he lives in my neighbourhood. (:

Anyways, it sure is good to be home. My teachers are still the same bunch of fantastic folks I knew back then, save for Mr Tan getting married to his lawyer-lover (who refuses to tell us how he proposed!). Interestingly Mr Julian Teo came back after his stint at Crescent Girls’, which just about reflects how irresistible we are to our teachers, I think. There’s something special about the teachers we’ve got here, and the learning experience which results is something which can’t be/is not replicated elsewhere, I believe. I’m still not sure why it’s like that, though!

then i know i’m heaven-blest

It surprises me how abysmally long it takes for me to discover the best solutions to some trivial problems of mine – and often they’ve always been right in front of me all this while. I’ve been learning lots this week, including finding out a most fantastic study spot: it’s right in town, has air-conditioning and huge tables, and doesn’t require any “bargaining chip” (drinks or food purchased in a café). And it gives you “peace of mind” too (I quote Melvyn). I’m quite sure I’ll make really good use of this place in this last week of holidays I’ve got.

I am still highly amused at the events which transpired last Saturday afternoon, Amanda! It’s ridiculous, farcical even, how our flight paths keep colliding. But hey, thank you for being at-the-right-place-at-the-right-time. I don’t mean this sarcastically, but I don’t think that event would turn out a comedy if you weren’t around. ‘Tis perhaps unmanly to say this, but I’d probably have crumbled if I witnessed the event alone, so yeah thank you again. (For more reasons than just being a convenient wall of sorts, in case you thought I meant that haha)

will move on. (:

Dr Ken Clarke today spoke with a most delightful Irish accent! I like how he pronounces all the /o/ vowels /awo/, so “house” becomes “hawouse”. (: But more than that I think his sermon was really impactful, even though it wasn’t anything new. When he asked us to “picture a pair of bare feet” I was overwhelmed, the way I’m overwhelmed at beautiful bits of Lux Aurumque. I’ve been wanting to be impacted by a sermon for a very long while now, and I think perhaps this is the first time it’s happened to me. What does it signify, though, I don’t really have a clue.

Speaking of Irish accents I thought Lena Meyer Landrut was Irish when I heard her over the radio today! But apparently she’s German. Is this what a standard German accent sounds like?

yes my blood is indeed purple!

“Cruel and sodaine, hast thou since purpled thy naile, in blood of innocence?” – John Donne, in The Flea

Heh the conversation I intended to have with the medical officer about the taste of my blood being like macha latte ended up being one about Malaysia and its cops (he started it!). I can’t repeat his words here, for fear of them being too incendiary, but how the other soldiers contributed to our conversation made me think that perhaps there really is some sort of a company culture in the SAF that resolves around umm.. Malaysia. I did google what the SAF motto (Yang Pertama Dan Utama) meant though – nothing to do with *ahem-ing* Malaysia, thankfully.

And yes, I got Pes A. :( Which makes me “fit for all combat vocations” (instead of “most combat vocations”). Hehe I am already inventing my sob story on why I cannot join the Commandoes/Naval Divers should I ever get invited for their interview. Not that I’ve got much of a chance being called up for an interview anyway. The IQ test after my NS medical made me feel terribly.. inadequate.

But otherwise I am quite looking forward to going to the army. (: I’ll finally get to live independently (and away from my books, for that matter), and it’s just gonna be me and the big bad world. I know “me and the big bad world” sounds really scary, and indeed it is, but like Maria Dafneros said, I like to be challenged, and how is life any fun if it were smooth sailing? I sound like a masochist now, but I like to think of myself as more of a realist, where the sooner you learn to face reality the sooner you’ll get to conquer life. I’ve been talking to the career counsellor in school (btw she’s a really nice person) about my future educational plans and the information I got was depressing, if I may use a slightly more exaggerated adjective here. It’s an almost vertical climb up to where I’d like to be in the future, and I know for sure that I won’t have anything to depend on to give me a leg up.

Perhaps this is where religion comes in? When one feels so small and inadequate, I think he does long for some higher being to give him strength (even if this is imaginary). And that’s why as an existentialist I endorse religion as my motivation in life.

Not that life’s gonna be very much easier though. Yesterday’s devotional reading reminded me that although “Many times we pray to know Christ better, to have deeper fellowship with Him, and to be more fruitful in His work.”, “We must learn that this prayer will likely result in more of the refiner’s fire, more time in the training camp of His kingdom”. It states that “God’s hand is in even the most difficult circumstances.. This is His chosen path for us, not a diversion from it”. Reading it made me think of another Donne poem, Batter My Heart, Three Person’d God (now isn’t it cool how my A level syllabus has so much relation to my life!) which asks God to “Take me to you, imprison me, for I/Except you’ enthrall me, never shall be free,/Nor ever chast, except you ravish me.” Violent images, yes, but this is exactly what people are asking for when they request for God to take control of their lives. Think about it.

So in short, it’s either I face the big bad world myself, and (possibly) get screwed, or I let God challenge me (rather painfully) by taking charge. You know as much as I love being challenged I also like to win, and I’ve got a feeling choosing the second option gives me better odds at winning in life. I can’t say for sure if I made the right choice, but given my situation now I think this is a rather logical choice, is it not? (:

 I am dashing through the Macritchie woods tomorrow morning!

all hail jarret mao huang!

Delegates, you guys are just wonderful (: (Apart from the plates lying around the amphitheater on the first day!) Heh I know I said “HRC is the most castrated council” because of its complete lack of power to do anything, but hey that meant that we could have so much more fun :D Like passing notes on behalf of delegates with stuff like “Hey what are you wearing for DnD tomorrow? x)” and “Will you date me for DnD? I’m rather charming y’know”.  acting all stern and deadpan and having absolutely no knowledge of counterfeit notes being passed around.

I hope no one was traumatized!

You know to be honest initially I didn’t think I’d end up loving RMUN this much. Before RMUN it was just going to be a “go in, do sai-kang (slang for mundane work), get out” affair. But these three days of busy-ness gave my life a kind of purpose and drive that I like to think I thrive on, and the sudden cessation of busy-ness after each day ended left me feeling rather empty of sorts. (I hope I made sense) To put things in perspective, if every day of my life were like RMUN, I’d be a much happier person. I think.

No, really. Won’t you wish life were like this if you got to do this everyday?

  • Acting all important and stern on the chair while using the Internet on your computer.
  • Listening to the delegate of China speak with his quips and Mao-isms. (Ave Liang if you’re reading this do know that this amounts to an endorsement of your ability. Be very proud)
  • Concocting fake notes x)
  • Reading the stuff some delegates pass around. (Like the giant Spongebob Libya drew for France, and the tic-tac-toe game Norway started with Gabon)
  • Being bribed by the SNGS kids with gummy bears to pass their weird notes around. (If you guys gave me coffee I would do an even better job, I reckon!)
  • Being seconded to the DnD comm, which is by far the funnest comm in RMUN, I think- with the exclusive pay-per-entry “Directors’ Lounge” and all! (Wan Ting and gang, good job!)
  • Having ceiling fluff fall on you as you try to set up the lights, and then having a Physics RA kid show you why Arts kids should never try to set up lights.
  • Having the Japan delegate try to use a pick-up line on you, and getting disturbed that he was trying to pick up a (mistakenly identified) ACSI kid.
  • Playing a MIC version of Uno Stacko with your little finger because all your other fingers are bigger than the tiles.
Or maybe I’m just weird. ;) But anyway HRC and DnD comm were lots of fun to work with, and I couldn’t have got a more fantastic bunch of people to spend RMUN with. It’s unlikely that I’ll ever get to work with you guys again (unless I get retained or something), but hey don’t be a stranger and do say hi when we pass yeah. (:

“phantom messages”

Due to the nature of my personality I’m not very keen to endorse Hamlet’s inclinations to leave everything in Fate’s hands.

Hamlet Act V Scene II (Extract)


You will lose this wager, my lord.


I do not think so; since he went into France I have been in continual practice: I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all’s here about my heart: but it is no matter.


Nay, good my lord,–


It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving as would perhaps trouble a woman.


If your mind dislike anything, obey it: I will forestall their repair hither, and say you are not fit.


Not a whit, we defy augury: there’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is’t to leave betimes?

Now I wonder if it was very out-of-character of me, the way I dealt with a certain phantom message I received just a few days back. (Phantom messages, btw, are SMSes with *some text missing* or inaccurate sender/timestamp info that occur when my phone freaks out – this happens usually when 2 messages arrive simultaneously) Instead of contacting the sender to request a re-send, I just put the message aside, reminding myself that if I were meant to read it the message would sort itself out (most phantom messages resolve themselves after a while). Well apparently the phantom message eventually erased itself after 2 days.

And it’s not that the sender’s someone I’m unfamiliar with. In fact, for a while I thought we were pretty close friends.

So why my response? Do you think it contradicts my philosophy of always fighting for the things I want in life and never succumbing to the forces of Fate?

In other news, Coldplay’s newest single Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall is out! I’m still trying to like it though. Perhaps it’ll grow on me like how Violet Hill did after the final album for Viva la Vida or Death And All His Friends was released.

As of now the song’s just forgettable.

i made the 10k dean’s list!

Sundown is over! (:

Now will you please donate to me! Ok Rachel and I are paired with this granny whom we visit regularly under The Humanities Initiative, which runs the Adopt A Grandparent Scheme (AAGS) with the Toa Payoh Care Corner. A few of us from Humanz thought that going for Sundown was a good way to raise funds for AAGS (it’s a long-term partnership you see, and the Care Corner does need money to run all their programmes/purchase resources etc). So yup here are my race stats to prove that I went for Sundown and worked (really) hard for this! (Passed 533 runners apparently heh) If you’ve got some cash to spare, and think we did a great job, then please do contribute- me and the folks at the Care Corner will be immensely happy. (:

Otherwise, I think there’s something really therapeutic about running in near-total darkness (for the half/full marathon runners, at least). It does mess with your mind quite a bit, but more than that I think it does help you focus on yourself and your run, when other distractions are removed. Jiayi I think I am beginning to understand what it means when “running gives me strength”, but I still can’t see how anyone can keep this up everyday! Perhaps I will, soon.