*somersaulting*

Yay! I have finished my essay finally! Not an easy task even though it's only a 1000-word essay. Yeah yeah. Laugh at me for taking almost the whole day trying to finish it.

Well, here's an excerpt of what I need to read through.

OEDIPUS. That what is done was not done for
the best
Seek not to teach me; counsel me no more. 1370
I know not how I could have gone to Hades
And with these eyes have looked upon my father
Or on my mother; such things have I done
To them, death is no worthy punishment.
Or could I look for pleasure in the sight
Of my own children, born as they were born?
etc
etc


And to sum it all up (actually this comes first),

OEDIPUS. I had not then come and slain my
father.
Nor then would men have called me
Husband of her that bore me.
Now am I God's enemy, child of the guilty,
And she that bore me has borne too my children; 1360
And if there is evil surpassing evil,
That has come to Oedipus.

I am so tired. I still have a freaking test on Tuesday. Grr.

Edit

Have decided to delete that ultra-long-and-useless post just to make the blog look better. :)

Shall go back to my essay now. Sigh. Hope I can finish it by end of today...or I'll be doomed.

Briefs

Had a meeting this morning. Things are looking up. There is hope! :)

Think I'll be taking a little leave from blogging until my exams are over. Need to focus on my academic work already!

Meanwhile, have fun!

Reflections

I came online to check my emails, expecting to see hordes of emails reminding me to reply to their requests etc. I also came online to have a daily dose of blogs and to check the choir forum. And after all that checking, to return to my books and mug till I'm tired. But now, I am slightly distracted. Because of something meaningful I read from my JC class blog. Of something my ex-classmate has written. Very well-thought and meaningful post.

It was similar to what I was thinking just an hour ago, when I was walking down the steps to my room. I thought of the phrase "sold their souls to choir". I was wondering whether I would be willing to do that. Right now, considering all the obligations I have to fulfill, as a daughter, and as a scholarship holder, I owe them my responsibility to not screw up my university education just because I want to pour my heart and soul in my passion. But I guess I would "sell my soul to choir" if I were free of all those obligations.

The things I have learnt from choir and the people there are invaluable. These things I will never learn from mugging Pharm notes or reading those dratted papers in medical journals. Where else will I have a bunch of people to share the woes in uni (those endless assignments and tests)? Those are the people I have spent 9 hours in a week together, singing our hearts (and lungs) out because that is our common love! I must learn to treasure these moments for they are the things that I'll remember till the day I die.

Choir practice for this semester has come to an end. I'm definitely going to feel unnatural on Monday and Thursday evenings. Haha. This is perhaps a good time to sit down and really get to know the choir people outside of choir time. And it's a good time to really get down to my work and do very well for my exams. Have been doing rather badly for my tests...sigh.

Anyway, this is probably the longest post I've ever written in a long time. It is hard to express my exact feelings right now, but I have this longing...

***

Have you ever felt a wave of nostalgia just sweeping you off your feet? Something small and insignificant in your daily life, then suddenly, it came alive in your memory and you realise how much you treasure it?

Something like that happened to me today. Thanks.

End of performance!

The performance for the ruling party of Singapore was held today! Tiring and long affair. Totally wasted my time due to the super long break between the rehearsal and actual performance. Bah. And not to mentioned being squeezed into a tiny storeroom with 40 other kids running around and making loads of kiddish noise. Argh. I was about to tear my hair out. And this other guy commented that he doesn't want a family anymore. Haha!

Anyway, some interesting bits.

"Comrades (?!?!), hope you have enjoyed ...."

"We have invited *blank* because they will be our future leaders of this country, representing our hope ..."

"Now, let's do the party cheer!"

And guess what, we chose a song that has "...everytime I hear a newborn baby cry..." in the lyrics. Talk about being boot-lickers here. Hur hur.

The whole event was interesting. Everytime we go to the loo, we had to be scanned by some policemen at the door.

Haha. Am kinda tired. Just got back from the event. Apparently it was broadcasted over TV. Ah well.

*YAWN*

Another day! Another THURSDAY! *groan* I think I should get my laundry done. Bye!

Things can't get worse, right?

Sigh. I've had the whole world tumbling down on me yesterday. Since then, I've managed to pick myself up, somewhat. I still have quite a bit more to go.

Someone commented just a few days ago that I look much more cheerful than I used to be. He said my face doesn't ooze worry anymore. But instead, he felt that I was joyful and cheery. I guess he's right in some ways. I am definitely happier ever since I went home during term break and I believe, in some ways, a perspective for life has been set. I don't sweat over the small things excessively anymore. And life was a happy, bouncing, chirpy journey until yesterday.

Well, no point lamenting over that. I'm going to enjoy some little boys' voices now! :)

Cheery

I've had the happiest afternoon in the longest time. An afternoon marked by lovely cool weather and extremely wonderful companion.

Thanks. :)

Jittery

My pulse rate is high, my hands are shivering, my head spinning and my mind, blur. This is the effect after I downed a huge glass of Oreo Mocha Frappe (decaf-ed) at 5pm. I feel like dying...

This morning's stat test was a FLUKE! We were told that there will be 50MCQs, cheat sheet and distribution tables will not be needed and that we will be tested on the first 4 chapters. But to our horror, we found that we were cheated. There were only 30 MCQs with 20 SAQs requiring long and tedious calculations, of which required tables and cheat sheet. WTH. After some amount of protesting, the lecturer proceeded to write the formulas on the board. And he started to explain how the components of the formula are supposed to be computed. WTH again. Some people even asked him questions on other sections of the paper. WTH! The one-hour test stretched to half an hour later...

I hope he voids that test. It is so unfair.

Eeeee.

Btw, to some people that likes to gloat. I am such a sour grape! I deserve to do much much better.

Unrestrained anger

I am so bloody frustrated! Argh. Why are we "destined" to be stuck wherever we are? Why does this system disallows improvement? What is the point of returning the papers and telling us our mistakes at the end of them all when we will never have a chance to do something similar again? How do we improve like this?

*fidgetfidget*

Aiyoh! I am so agitated! I don't know what to do...

Should I reread Oedipus Rex? Should I start on an essay that is due on 5 Nov? Should I do my report? Should I go for a jog? Should I EAT? Should I find some other choir stuff to do? Should I sleep?

What should I do??

Query:

So. I've got some questions about some stuff i read in this MickeyMouse-cover book I just received in the mail.

So messy!

Blogger is sooooooooooooooooooo messy. MSN is soooooooooooooooo unstable. What is wrong ah.

Burnt

Argh. I just spent the past 3 hours (THREE HOURS!!!!) dealing with choir stuff and they are not done yet! Yikes. There goes my plans to study stats tonight. Argharghargh.

Howhowhow. I think I should start working rather than lament over the fact I don't have much time to study! Yikes.

Back by popular demand:
RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME

I'm hungry.

Things to do for this week

1. Check essay again for coherence before submitting it on Thursday.
2. Prepare a speech for this Thursday.
3. Study for Pharmacostats test this Friday.
4. Got tutorial on Tuesday (today!!!) and I have not gone through the lecture notes yet. Argh.
5. Get enough singers for Sat...

Oh dear, my blog has become quite public. How not to let it appear on Google?

Hmmphf.

And here I am, still sitting alone, wondering whether I'll ever get to talk to you later.

I am in a foul mood. Probably PMS. Bah.

Happy Anniversary!

It's been a couple of years.

:)

TLY, don't you try to be mischievious on my blog. Hmmphf.

On the other hand, had the most girly outing in many many months! Thanks a million Rach...Btw, I'm having a little trouble typing cos of the nails. It's not dried properly yet! Yargh.

Adieu for now. Have an essay to complete by tonight.

Heh heh.

We have a new Admin for this blog!

Dilemmaaaaaaaaa

Am in a dilemma now!! To go or not to go, that is the question. Argh. And howhowhow? I'm ripped apart from being torn between a sense of responsibility and a selfish sense.

How.

I shall not attempt to reason my thoughts here.

*blank title*

gooooooood morning everyone!
hmmmm. i detect some hostility on this blog. not good. not good at all.

Intruder Alert: RED

If you usually pay attention to the last line of the blog, where there is a line in very fine print, you would noticed that all, except the last one is "posted by w in d~".

Yes, my blog has been intruded upon where the person *unashamedly* invited himself and henceforth decided to squat in my blog. Should I tolerate this?

AHAH!

just cos you said i wouldn't do it.

Music Immersion Programme

Wednesdays are always the most fun day in the week. This is because the music tutorial consists of practising on the gamelan and then followed by a 3-hour of medicine preparation (which I enjoy doing very much). Now since the practicals has ended for the semester, there's only the music tutorial left. *grin*

Today, we ran through all the songs we have learnt during the gamelan sessions. It was really interesting to play the peking again, this time knowing (in theory) what to do, but was all tangled up in the mind and hand while playing. It was great fun. :) And then it was lunch time. Thereafter, spent about 40 minutes in the library watching some obscure Balinese music and dance ritual. At 3pm, it was Thai music seminar where we were introduced to different types of traditional Thai instruments and their characteristics and function in an ensemble. Definitely an eye-opening experience. The lecturer giving the talk was this sweet and amiable lady, highly talented in playing the Thai xylophone (I think it's ranat eek). She told us the history about her music lessons where she had to wait on the teacher for 3 months before he finally taught her how to play the instrument. Even then, she had to start all over from the basics even though she already knew quite a bit about the instrument. It was the old school of teaching where the student is the disciple. She firmly believes in whatever she was doing. Her most memorable words, "Music is something to take care of the soul and heart. We could be very rich materially, but there is nothing to enrich our soul and heart. This is why we need music."

Later in the evening, I think I might want to attend a Middle Eastern music performance. They will even showcase belly dancing. Whee~ Looks like my essay and reports have to wait. Hah.

Beeehahaha

Was just reading this when it made me think of my own situation back in the good old 1998. I was pretty confident that I could score straight As for that examinations. And I don't remember being very stressed, except over having a little too many activities and not enough time. My parents were not stressed at all for me, I think. And they certainly never put any pressure on me to perform. :) And I do remember, just the day before I sat for the paper, I had to make up my mind whether to accept the ASEAN scholarship. It wasn't an easy decision as I was left to my devices. Parents were very supportive of whatever decision I made. But I knew that it is a small decision that would change my whole life course.

And my life DID change.

Anyway, I spent a lot of money lately! Arghargh. I still owe the class 20 dollars and I planned to go for pedicure and manicure this weekend! Argh. And even planned to go for dimsum buffet this Thurs. Argh. I need input of cash!

Dumdeedum. Am feeling hungry now. Should I go take a nap? Hmmm...

I am so bimbotic! Eeeek!

I have just painted my nails to some dusty pink shade.

And I plan what to wear the next every night!

I think I should go iron that pants I want to wear tomorrow. Bye~

Yay!

I have got my darling Mac back!! *hug**cuddle**kiss* Yay!

Spent the whole of last night fiddling with the settings and customising everything again. Also downloaded various applications. Now my Mac is up and running again. :)

Right, now to the story of the week.

On Sunday, I was trying to connect my digicam to the computer, trying to transfer some pictures over to be sent to some demanding people. And Mac started to react very slowly. So I thought, OK, just need to restart. And restarted I did, everything was back to normal. Somehow, it did not occur to me that this was the early signs of my dying Mac! After completing the things I needed to do, I shut Mac down and let him rest. When evening came, I swtiched on Mac again to discover that Mac has died. I could not restart again. Then I resorted to using all sorts of methods prescribed in the Apple booklet. Nope. No hope whatsoever. This fiddling went on for a few hours until 2am when I decided to give up and go to sleep instead.

The next morning, I tried swtiching Mac on again. Everything worked perfectly! But I still did not take the opportunity to back up my files...and the wosrt happened. Everything started to lag again and I heard a sharp snapping sound. Then my Mac wound down and stopped. And he never woke up again. After my afternoon class, I sent precious Mac to Bukit Timah for a check up. It is confirmed that he died of hard disk failure. And my files...they are all gone with him! Argh. So I made my way to Ang Mo Kio (where the Apple headquarter is) to revive Mac. All the while, I was worrying about the cost of the repair plus a whole new set of hard disk. The frontdesk guy was really nice. Friendly and helpful just the way all frontdesk people should be. He settled my repair request in less than 15 minutes and told me wait for their call or I could log in to a website to check the repair status. So I left Mac in their care.

A week went past. It wasn't bad, really. I'm not addicted to the Net or something, but because so much of my work depends on the comp, I had quite a bit of hassle having to travel to elsewhere just to check my mails so that I don't miss any important deadlines. In the meantime, without Mac, I was able to read and write more. I actually spent more time than I used to in the library and it was good. :)

On Friday, I was puzzled. I have not received any call from Apple Care. So I decided to log on and check out the status online. And yes! Mac is ready for collection!! And I looked closer to find (to my delight) that Mac was actually ready for collection since TUESDAY! Amazingly fast and efficient. So I made my way down to AMK again (and taking the wrong bus in the process). Mac was back in my hands. :)

I went to Apple Care with a failed hard disk and Jaguar operating system (similar to Windows 2000). I left the place with a brand new hard disk, FREE OF CHARGE, and Panther (similar to Window XP) installed on my baby. :) Now, is this excellent service or what? *happy*

Now, I can do my assignment in peace! :)