me against the world
my one way of rebelling against the society has failed.

i joined facebook!
i can't believe it i can't believe it i can't believe it i can't believe it i can't believe it!

i have always had a problem of following rules or the status quo, per se. and i have a pretty childish way of getting back at it; i just refuse to do it. and because i had to watch some ove video which is like only accessible for facebook users (that is SILLY), i totally joined it. people in the world, I TOTALLY JOINED FACEBOOK! why on earth i did that, i'll never comprehend. maybe one day i'll ask God. but now, I JOINED FACEBOOK! that is a big problem. i should never join this kind of social network EVER, because it is so so so the in thing, and if i don't join (and tell others i don't have a facebook account), i will be so the rebel and that will be like so cool but it TOTALLY flopped on me and i am so confused because now i don't know how i feel about facebook as i will need to maintain it but at the same time i don't want to because it is just not right for me, a rebel to be doing this. why should i be subjected to the judgments of every other persons who are in this social network and who feels everyone in the entire face of the earth should have an account because then, they can conduct their little portion of gossiping and judging? facebook is a wrong wrong thing for me to be in and i feel that it should not be an invisible mandate in joining it.

IT IS SO WRONG THAT I AM HAVING FUN IN FACEBOOK EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW HALF THE BUTTONS I AM PRESSING!!!


someone stop me from writing on walls, please.

why do i love thee, ntu?
i haven't really declared this on the blog before, have i?

the singapore table tennis girls' team had their semi-finals against south korea (in derrick's words "the land of kimchi") just last friday. well, for reasons that are far beyond the grasp of normal human beings, i was in school even though i didn't have class that day. and i guess, i could say that it was that day i sealed my loyalty for dear ntu.

out of sheer boredom from our "lao-nuahing" (term coined with due respect to the lifestyle in laos) at the old canA, we decided to head on for the greener pasture at the new canA. yes, ntu has a good way of naming all their systems/locations to specify them to its precision (for e.g hall 1, hall 2, hall 3, hall 4, hall 5, hall 6, hall 7, hall 8, hall 9, hall 10, hall 11, hall 12, hall 13, hall 14, hall 15, hall 16). that aside, you see, that was where the action was at; canA was showing live telecast of the semi-finals!

it started with a few souls who were having their lunch/dinner (?) at the untimely hour of 4pm and then the olympic draw got too strong for a couple more students who were by right, supposed to be manning their booth for the cca fair just below canA. soon, canA was filled with an enthusiastic and a boisterous crowd of ntu students. things really started to hit up when the south koreans took a set right after we won one from them! not long after, no one was really eating; every pair of eyes in the canteen were transfixed on the black boxes nearest to their visual proximity. everytime singapore wins a rally, fists were thrown into the tensed air and shouts echoed into every inch of the canteen. the atmosphere was so awesome! ntu students were gathered in support of our country's bid for a finals' spot and boy, was it a tenacious one!

due to some mishap (just because singapore won a few rallies when i went to the toilet!!!!), my dear OVE darlings chased me for fear that my powerful presence will endanger our win (haha, alright i had some things to attend to too)! when i stepped out of canA into the still and quiet air of the lee wee nam library and LT1, i discovered a growing sense of love for these blocks of mundane grey. the touch of human life that was so real and unpretentious has to be the ntu spirit that everyone just felt inside the unventilated canA. i wouldn't want to compare to see whose school is better or whose school has the best ___fill in the blanks___ (to each their own, really). i am just extremely glad to be in ntu where i can be absolutely comfortable walking down the aisle of tutorial rooms, climb the many hills and slopes and complain about it, enjoy the evening sky of boon lay and rest in the company of good friends forged in the vibrant space of the ntu buildings (you may see this as an antithesis). the belonging as that of a home.

i didn't know i was such an ntu girl until that afternoon.



love.

the timetable has been conquered
and i am happy!

months long of planning and strategy-analysis finally paid off! i got my "perfect" timetable! i find it pretty amazing because, guess what, i got all the modules that i wanted! i wouldn't say it's the best timetable cos' my idea of the best timetable is to not have any timetable at all (meaning i go to school whichever days i want which i predict isn't as many as the number of times pigs fly up the sky). so, my "perfect" timetable is not perfect at all, but that's not the point of this entry.

i got a 4 day week (it would be 3day if i were to pon monday which only has 1 lecture scheduled but i figure i shouldn't be too blatant about it). it's a friday-off which *tada* means long weekend! miraculously, i got forensic science too! this module is so hot that it currently has 1400 people on their waiting list. i am so blessed to be given it. and and and i just found out my glorious school has added COM201, which is the foundation module for communication studies for me! i am like giggling under my breath of blessed air can!

i'm supposed to finish all these in 1 semester. i bet some people haven't even read so many books in their entire life can.

just for fun.

primary schoolers and the epiphany they brought
i could never understand how i got through primary and secondary school life. really.

i was just talking to my tuition kid about my having to wake up early for school and how i am getting dark rings because of it. he just looked at me, almost vindictive, and said in a quiet voice "i wake up earlier". i quipped in an embarrassed tone "yes, i know, i never knew how i got over waking up at 630am". later, when i told him i find classes at 930am early, i thought i saw all the respect he had for me seep out of his face. and for that moment, i realized i should just go for all my 930am lessons.

a few days on, i was on the bus, heading home after a long day of tuitions and ove stuffs. a few kids ran past my seat, creating a ruckus i didn't know any human being of that size could make. i looked at them, thinking of my own primary school life (which, by the way, was led in utmost innocence and silence) and the possible lack of "fun". the next moment, i found myself looking upon some mothers walking towards the ruckus. on their backs were heavy bags that those primary schoolers had thrusted onto their waiting mothers a moment ago outside their school gate.

those big bags (they looked really heavy) were carried by the mothers without any hints of complaints and they looked almost too ready to carry it for their children. well, i am not going to launch into a furore about primary schoolers being spoilt which would totally draw attention away from my point. these mothers carried those bags with such purpose and patience; that captured my attention. at that point of time, they looked absolutely angelic despite all the perspiration and eager determination to get their little monkies off the ramp of the bus. i wondered whether they knew that this load would be one of the many that they would be carrying for their children in the years to come.

primary schoolers. they bring about such nostalgia, and in this case, some epiphany.

i'm a laotian and i didn't know it until now
i am totally dark now and so, i am a laotian. i don't chase after the bus now and so, i am a laotian. i walk so slow until cows come home (literal okay) and so, i am a laotian. i do nothing whenever i have nothing to do (that includes this very moment) and so, i am a laotian.

i didn't know i can be so much like a laotian until now.
and then i think,

is it good to be one in a singaporean singapore?