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Sunday, August 07, 2005
hmm. just got off the phone not too long ago with eman's econs tutor. i never would have expected myself to take tuition for subjects besides math, but desperate times call for desperate measures. can't afford to muck this up.
anyway-
pagoda street was not bad a showing, thumbs up to rosalind pho as kat the conniving bitch. also accolades to ling tiankai as ah k the brash but loving/lovable ahbeng as well as his assistant, who was a lovable buffoon. not so good was hadri who was obviously breaking out of character at the first part when he was smiling at the audience. hoho. and the script which made him stomp out the double doors at least 10 times over the course of 2 hours. wasn't very well developed either. good music, but story was rather lacking in depth and substance. characterisation and development wasn't done extensively, resulting in quite a number of cardboard characters, such as sangee and karthik. programme was nice and classy, but plenty of typos and mistakes in printing. set and lighting was delightful though, and so was the choreography. overall not that satisfying an evening, but since the money's going to charity then i shan't gripe that much.
a flash, a flippant comment, and then something unpleasant.saturday was a pretty happy day even though i didn't do any work at all. scholarship day saw me like a little kid, grabbing a brightsparks bag the moment i entered the hall, and making a round at all the booths, collecting each and every single brochure and freebie. i almost took the white SAF brochure as well, which was actually for girls, but thankfully the kind woman informed me it was so. and unfortunately i skipped the DSTA and A*STAR booths, because DSTA's giveaway was the most practical of all - a file. sucks to not be in science. if i were, i wouldn't have bypassed it. tried the divide and conquer tactic with my parents by separating into different LTs so that we could cover 9 talks for just 3 sessions. hurrah. pretty successful. and oh! i have the exact same specs as ronald! ok not that similar, the colour's different but the design's the same, including the black stripes on the plastic at the side. and i refuse to admit that his is better than mine! haha.
then i went out for lunch with my parents at fishNco and went for a shopping spree where i got some nice clothes. i should go out with them more often, especially if i want formalwear because they're too expensive to get on my own. at least if it's casualwear i can still get them on my own first - and then get reimbursed. i love my parents. and no it's not just because of the $. when it comes down to it, family's the one that'll stick by you. most of the time, anyway. maybe not siblings, unless you're a certain pair of twins *ahem*. the bond between parent and child is much stronger, and i think you'd have to do something really heinous for that link to be broken, on either side.
I understand your point of view letting me go
But I thought you had more faith
Everything I've done for you
You made the mistakes and now you throw this in my face
And I have worked so hard for you all of this time and you cast me aside
I understand your point of viewafter whiling away enough time, i made my way to marina bay mrt and met weixian who came soon after. we tried for awhile to avoid CT but then he spotted us haha. in dribs and drabs the rest arrived and we made our way to the
today in history book launch which was at some weird field in the middle of nowhere. plenty of makeshift bleachers and huge canvas sheets draping the muddied ground, with occasional leaks and tears that spurted small plumes and splashes of mud whenever one stepped near the unfortunate hole. it was quite unnerving to step on the undulating stretches and feel the squish of soft earth underneath, fearing that the sheet would suddenly break. and the smell - but i'm used to it already so it's ok.
the mini-parade started off with 18 skydivers from the sky carrying the usual banners, total defence, singapore flag etc etc. at first they looked like they were all going to land on us but you know, fish eye view and all, perspective always comes out wrong. so everything was fine and they landed on the field in front of us. then there was this ironically lousy conglomerate of NCC soldiers from 4 schools, of which i can only remember one of them being hwa chong institute (makes a face at what is arguably the stupidest school name in singapore), even as the announcer was praising their accuracy and PRECISION, of all things. oh please, the fourth guy that was supposed to march out was dreaming and hence had to run after the 3 guys in front of him, which meant that the rest of them had to run to and EVERYONE was out of sync, swinging their arms in anything but unison. it was such an embarrassment as they were supposed to be the best of the best. but i digress - they were doing weird fanciful motions with their fake rifles (haha! unlike me who got to shoot a real rifle, albeit with blanks at syf 3 years ago!) and the band was playing "gay themes" in CT's own words hoho, such as mamma mia, YMCA and i will survive. honestly, the whole thing didn't make any sense to me. especially since it was hardly precise. it's also bad to see drills from the spectator end after doing so much on your own before. you feel like all those who made mistakes are imbeciles, and wonder how they ever got to represent and form this contingent. they're hard to do, but what i saw yesterday was far from an acceptable standard.
oh, then these taichi association people or whatever it was came out to do some demonstration. there was the aggro-woman who broke her fan because she was too forceful! there was even a caucasian and a malay woman replete with tudung. but the most interesting of all was this frail woman who looked so much like HT, the face and hair. we were really amused by that. but i supposed to highlight would be this civil and military defence display that was pretty impressive, simulating a terrorist attack and a military skirmich respectively and how (propaganda alert) they are effectively equipped to handle whatever that's thrown their way, yada yada. the simulation featured them exploding a hollow shell of a car, and releasing some (presumably) harmless fumes coloured sulphur yellow. quite tickled to see some "Soccer players" suddenly fall to the ground, writhing away in pain, spasming like dying fishes. the HAZMAT (or hazardous material for long) suits made those who were wearing it look like gigantic swollen humanoid sausages. but i guess the military defence segment was even better, what with low-flying aircraft dropping "bombs" and chinooks carrying light assault vehicles and real tanks and artillery coming out. what spoilt it was the fact that they were shooting blanks (although they obviously couln't be shooting anything else) and the line-up that made the singapore military look stupid, sending a whole battalion of vehicles against a small guerilla encampment with one tent and a few bunkers. but i guess they wanted to make it representative or something. still - it makes me slightly more excited to join the army. being a good ole-fashioned boy, i still like my violence every now and then. i want to blow up some baddies with a huge bomb. BOOM.
it all ended with the president doing the official launch of the book which featured 366 students from 366 local schools doing a feature on a significant singaporean historical event on the same day as their birthday. i pity the boy/girl who was born on the 29th february. not to mention less data to choose from.
You couldn't pick a better time to give me the news Why don't you kick me when I'm down? I'd always believed in you Defended your name but you have not been true I gave you so much of my life I've compromised and you tell me goodbye You couldn't pick a better timehmm. watching melanie c's video for
better alone and the symbolic opening of the windows so that sunlight floods the dimmed room reminds me of hedda gabler in the eponymous play by henrik ibsen. ok, i haven't read the play yet but i know just that scene from lit class. i imagine hedda to be as fugly as melC, but that's not really a factor when it comes to voice quality. as always, i'm drawn by the lyrics as well.
But I can't seem to get my head aroundAll the things that I feel good about always seem to disappearAnd every time I think I've got this all worked outSomething chews me up and spits me outBut there's nothing left to fearI'm better alone my dear
mike just took up your time at
7:03 pm
th time!