Instructions: The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover. Specify the gender of the target. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.
Okaaay, since I got tagged by carmen, and this seems fun, i thought, why not do if just for the heck of it?
Gender: male
1. NO smoking or gambling
The first one is almost exactly like carmen's, but my stand is a tad (ok, a lot) more hardline. I CANNOT stand smokers. If they feel the need to poison themselves, they are free to do so, but must they poison the rest of the people standing around them too? Selfish ignorant fuckdrs.
2. Must get on well with parents
This is one of the most important things in making a relationship work. Usually when the parents disapprove, they can make the relationship really rocky. I've heard of so many relationships and marriages that broke up because of unreasonable and disapproving parents.
3. Have a sense of humour
Any sense of humor or wit will do. I just like guys who know how to have fun, and be able to take a joke at their own expense.
4.these few slots
5.show why I am an arts student
6.- cos i can't count
7. Understands me
This is like the stuff of dreams(and movies and crappy romance books- which shows that i've been reading those too much?), you know, with the stereotypical "soul mates" thingy? Its almost unbearably skin-tingly goosebumpy mindnumbingly romantic. But a girl can dream, can't she?
8. Loves me
Most importantly, no matter what qualities he has, he must love me.
But the perfect lover is the one of misty dreams, of unreality. Life is often jarring, and the perfect man never exists. Don't hold what you have to some unreachable invisible standard, striving for something that can never be. An Ideal is still an Ideal, but I know in my heart of hearts, that I would be content with much much less.
Oh btw, carmen's entry on this is MUCH more interesting than mine's. Go read hers, she's at http://studiousbookworm.blogspot.com/
Who am I tagging? I don't know...
(subtext: I know who I want to do it bt I'm not saying)
Friday, March 24, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
I just want a chance
" I know that I was playing with fire. I ran the risk, and if I was set free, I would do the same." - Ghandi
Why do others judge based on where we come from, what we have done, what we look like? All I want is a chance to prove myself, if you let me. Why do we not get the chance to even try? Is it too much to ask for, the opportunity of being given the benefit of doubt?
And thats whats wrong with a system of a select few elite. It gets impossibly difficult to break into that small select circle. Even if you know you are good, even if you are good, sometimes they just don't give you the chance. And thats what I hate. Rejection always rankles. No, it hurts. And though one may smile, and say, "its ok", the hurt lingers, and festers and it hurts, and you can't say anything to anyone because its not supposed to hurt. It is terrifyingly sad to be rejected not because you were plain lousy, but because you had no chance.
What do you do?
You try again
Why do others judge based on where we come from, what we have done, what we look like? All I want is a chance to prove myself, if you let me. Why do we not get the chance to even try? Is it too much to ask for, the opportunity of being given the benefit of doubt?
And thats whats wrong with a system of a select few elite. It gets impossibly difficult to break into that small select circle. Even if you know you are good, even if you are good, sometimes they just don't give you the chance. And thats what I hate. Rejection always rankles. No, it hurts. And though one may smile, and say, "its ok", the hurt lingers, and festers and it hurts, and you can't say anything to anyone because its not supposed to hurt. It is terrifyingly sad to be rejected not because you were plain lousy, but because you had no chance.
What do you do?
You try again
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Life so far
School's been fun recently--theres so many activities that the difficulty is signing up in time and managing your own time. I'm going to watch a judo competition tomorrow (my first ever), and I hope it'll be exciting. Now that i'm joining Judo as a cca, I might as well give it my all.
I think I'm rusty from not doing work or writing for such a long time, so I've got a lot of catching up to do. However, I don't really feel like doing work, and the work is creeping up and up...
I think I'm rusty from not doing work or writing for such a long time, so I've got a lot of catching up to do. However, I don't really feel like doing work, and the work is creeping up and up...
Saturday, February 11, 2006
What words do you associate with me?
What words would you use to describe me?
So please, tick 5 words that best depict me- its fun!
http://kevan.org/johari?name=jingyi
So please, tick 5 words that best depict me- its fun!
http://kevan.org/johari?name=jingyi
Friday, January 27, 2006
Happy Lunar New Year!
I had a great time at BP today =) It was GREAT seeing everyone again, and gossiping about the different JCs.
Oh, and thankyou Ms Tay as well as Adeline, Rannald, Shi Jia and Rui Yan for the absolutely lovely dinner on Wednesday. We should do this more often!
Thats all for now
ari
Monday, January 02, 2006
Happy New Year!
May '06 be a better year for everyone!
It may be a tad late, but hey, I can still bore everyone with my new year resolutions
1. Play basketball aka have a life in JC (highly improbable, but hey, give it a heck!)
2. Be nicer, ok- attempt to be more polite, which is slightly more feasible
Usually people try for at least 5 resolutions, but I ran out of ideas halfway (and I've actually bored myself), so thats about it
It may be a tad late, but hey, I can still bore everyone with my new year resolutions
1. Play basketball aka have a life in JC (highly improbable, but hey, give it a heck!)
2. Be nicer, ok- attempt to be more polite, which is slightly more feasible
Usually people try for at least 5 resolutions, but I ran out of ideas halfway (and I've actually bored myself), so thats about it
Saturday, December 03, 2005
I'm selling my piano
Cos my teacher insists on me changing my piano for the ABRSM diploma syllabus, I'm selling my piano.
Its an ASAHI U1QMP, exam model, 122cm tall.
Bought it for SGD 5000, now just asking for abt $2500
Anyone interested? Contact my mom Mdm Chien at 96726539
Its an ASAHI U1QMP, exam model, 122cm tall.
Bought it for SGD 5000, now just asking for abt $2500
Anyone interested? Contact my mom Mdm Chien at 96726539
Friday, December 02, 2005
Knee Troubles
That Knee injury from Basketball has not recovered yet and its been almost 3 months. But somehow, this injury is very strange, it doesn't seem like other common basketball injuries I've checked on the net. When the doctor asked me to rest fro 2 weeks, i did so, but the knee did not get better. However, after I started playing again, though there was pain if i did not align my ankle properly after landing, the mobility in the knee got better. So, I went NUH on Thurs morning to see a knee specialist.
I wasted a whole morning today- very very sorry to my poor mom. She had to cancel her lessons so as to take me to NUH. I was supposed to have an MRI to check our whats wrong with my knee. However after countlesss phonecalls to the hospitals to find out where the Radiology department was located, registering, getting the documents, changing into the shift, I chickened out at the last moment.
I mean, it was really too expensive. Bloody f**king 900 dollars for a knee injury thats probably minor? No way. When I saw the cost i was like, stunned. Then i sat in the waiting room for ages, and as time went by I got more and more apprehensive until finally i told my mom I didn't want the MRI.
After we walked out, the doctor came to try to persuade me to go, but I just looked very stubborn and refused to go back in. And that was it. No MRI. Hope the Knee heals on its own.
As my mom says, the bride can always walk away from the altar until the contract is signed. Whew. Saved 900 dollars
I wasted a whole morning today- very very sorry to my poor mom. She had to cancel her lessons so as to take me to NUH. I was supposed to have an MRI to check our whats wrong with my knee. However after countlesss phonecalls to the hospitals to find out where the Radiology department was located, registering, getting the documents, changing into the shift, I chickened out at the last moment.
I mean, it was really too expensive. Bloody f**king 900 dollars for a knee injury thats probably minor? No way. When I saw the cost i was like, stunned. Then i sat in the waiting room for ages, and as time went by I got more and more apprehensive until finally i told my mom I didn't want the MRI.
After we walked out, the doctor came to try to persuade me to go, but I just looked very stubborn and refused to go back in. And that was it. No MRI. Hope the Knee heals on its own.
As my mom says, the bride can always walk away from the altar until the contract is signed. Whew. Saved 900 dollars
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Random Posting
The Bad thing about Mac, is that somehow, there is no easy editing "board" thingy when the window for new post opens on Mac. In short- its quite difficult to change anything about the font, which makes for rather boring reading.
Anyway, the prelim results are out. What's over is over and what matters now is the Os.
I am NOT WORKING HARD ENOUGH!
There is no sense of desperation or exhaustion, in fact I'm happily wasting my time.
By why am I even bothering to say this? Kiasu people will rejoice that "OH GOOD! One more person is not studying, less competition!" Suspicious people would wonder "Is this psychological warfare? Is that why you are saying this?" While some people just heck care, "Why tell me? You study your business wat" Never Mind. That was just to confuse people
Anyway, the prelim results are out. What's over is over and what matters now is the Os.
I am NOT WORKING HARD ENOUGH!
There is no sense of desperation or exhaustion, in fact I'm happily wasting my time.
By why am I even bothering to say this? Kiasu people will rejoice that "OH GOOD! One more person is not studying, less competition!" Suspicious people would wonder "Is this psychological warfare? Is that why you are saying this?" While some people just heck care, "Why tell me? You study your business wat" Never Mind. That was just to confuse people
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
End of Exams
If you knew then what it is that you know now, what would you have done differently? If you had known, from the very beginning, what you would find at the end of your life, how would you have changed it? Would you have changed it? Throughout the years, I have asked myself the same questions and each time, the answers remained the same. There are some things in this life, that are worth the price. They are worth every moment of pain, every second of despair, every sacrifice you make. And long after you have lost the will to continue, when you feel as if you will break from the pain, that which you fight so desperately for will sustain you. If you find that you do not understand what I am speaking of, you need only know that the day will come when you do.
Finally, the prelims are over! Everytime there are exams, I get the urge to think, which is extremely inconvenient. When there are exams, it seems as if all life stops, and the days and night blend into hours of desperate, frantic cramming. And when that happens, I yearn for silent nights, the quiet talks. Theres something nagging at my mind, but I can't put it into words.
But somehow, theres a comfort in knowing that I'm not alone. There's no longer the desperate need to tell someone, anyone; no need to wonder if one's thoughts would be mocked as strange, weird. But with that comfort, there's the loss of the previous desperate need to prove oneself, to survive and triumph in an unfeeling and unseeing world. For when you know there are others that sense, the world is no longer that cold.
mood: reflective
Finally, the prelims are over! Everytime there are exams, I get the urge to think, which is extremely inconvenient. When there are exams, it seems as if all life stops, and the days and night blend into hours of desperate, frantic cramming. And when that happens, I yearn for silent nights, the quiet talks. Theres something nagging at my mind, but I can't put it into words.
But somehow, theres a comfort in knowing that I'm not alone. There's no longer the desperate need to tell someone, anyone; no need to wonder if one's thoughts would be mocked as strange, weird. But with that comfort, there's the loss of the previous desperate need to prove oneself, to survive and triumph in an unfeeling and unseeing world. For when you know there are others that sense, the world is no longer that cold.
mood: reflective
Monday, August 08, 2005
It seems you can never be thin enough
Some bug got into me today, just felt like blogging. I want to rant about thinness.
It seems that in Singapore, a girl just can't be thin enough. Read SPG's blog and I agree that S'pore men seem to like ultra super skinny girls. No matter how skinny you are, if they don't like you, you're not skinny enough. Even if they like you, there will still be another girl skinnier.
I'm SICK AND TIRED of girls saying how fat they are when they're actually stick thin. I'm sick of barely veiled references to how fat they are- I KNOW YOU THINK YOU ARE FAT, DO YOU NEED TO REMIND ME THAT YOU THINK YOU ARE FAT WHEN I'M HEAVIER THAN YOU?
I'm sick of bird like eating. Why can't just people be confident and proud of themselves? NO! it has to be "Oh, i'm not good enough, I'm lousy"" and its fake!
I read the blog of a western girl, actually she's a high class prostitue. She's highly intelligent with an art degree, reads War and Peace by Leo Tolsky(have you even heard of this book?) and she writes extremely well. She portrays an unassuming confidence and self-assurance that I envy. So from today onwards, I am just going to ignore all jibes about weight and success. These comments do not deserve my attention. If Singaporean men don't like me, I can always fuck any Ang moh later in life.
note: i know i'll have offended people and there will be people who are offended. SO even if I say that I'm not referring to anybody, SOME people just want to be offended. IF you are offended, do be kind enough to pick your bones with me(do you know the meaning of this idomatic saying?), and not give me hissy looks behind my back.
THank YOU. And now I feel so much better.
It seems that in Singapore, a girl just can't be thin enough. Read SPG's blog and I agree that S'pore men seem to like ultra super skinny girls. No matter how skinny you are, if they don't like you, you're not skinny enough. Even if they like you, there will still be another girl skinnier.
I'm SICK AND TIRED of girls saying how fat they are when they're actually stick thin. I'm sick of barely veiled references to how fat they are- I KNOW YOU THINK YOU ARE FAT, DO YOU NEED TO REMIND ME THAT YOU THINK YOU ARE FAT WHEN I'M HEAVIER THAN YOU?
I'm sick of bird like eating. Why can't just people be confident and proud of themselves? NO! it has to be "Oh, i'm not good enough, I'm lousy"" and its fake!
I read the blog of a western girl, actually she's a high class prostitue. She's highly intelligent with an art degree, reads War and Peace by Leo Tolsky(have you even heard of this book?) and she writes extremely well. She portrays an unassuming confidence and self-assurance that I envy. So from today onwards, I am just going to ignore all jibes about weight and success. These comments do not deserve my attention. If Singaporean men don't like me, I can always fuck any Ang moh later in life.
note: i know i'll have offended people and there will be people who are offended. SO even if I say that I'm not referring to anybody, SOME people just want to be offended. IF you are offended, do be kind enough to pick your bones with me(do you know the meaning of this idomatic saying?), and not give me hissy looks behind my back.
THank YOU. And now I feel so much better.
Its National Day and I don't feel like studying
OK. Something to express what I've been feeling for the past few weeks. I HATE STUDYING.
I am sick and tired and sick and tired of studying. Studying seems meaningless and tiring, I dunno, there are just some days when i feel like hiding under the bed covers and sleeping just so that I can avoid thinking.
I HATE STUDYING!!!! ARGH!
I am sick and tired and sick and tired of studying. Studying seems meaningless and tiring, I dunno, there are just some days when i feel like hiding under the bed covers and sleeping just so that I can avoid thinking.
I HATE STUDYING!!!! ARGH!
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Finally, the torture ends...
For my parents, its blessed relief as they don't need to
1. endure 2 hours of identical sounding scales that all go
da da dA dA dA DA DA DA DA Da Da da da da da DADADADADADADADA
2. endure the same three horrid boring songs I have been playing since the beginning of the year
3. horrible crashing sounds which are actually my sight reading attempts
4. ferrying me to my music teacher's house
Eureka, its over, ITS OVER!!!!!
*whoops and dances in glee*
1. endure 2 hours of identical sounding scales that all go
da da dA dA dA DA DA DA DA Da Da da da da da DADADADADADADADA
2. endure the same three horrid boring songs I have been playing since the beginning of the year
3. horrible crashing sounds which are actually my sight reading attempts
4. ferrying me to my music teacher's house
Eureka, its over, ITS OVER!!!!!
*whoops and dances in glee*
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
FINISHED HBP!! 1.25 a.m.-16/7/05, Sat/Sun, depending on how you see it
Went to Borders, got back at 10.50+p.m and started reading.
WOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!
All in all, its a nice book, a relief from the slightly draggy Goblet of Fire and the horrible Order of the Pheonix.
Strongly recced.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Shit
Went back home from music for O levels. Started sleep at 6 and was woken up by an irritating person who called me repeatedly for dinner and turned off the air con.
Highly irritated, I PUNCHED THE WALL in a demonstration of bad temper.
Highly irritated, I PUNCHED THE WALL in a demonstration of bad temper.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Speech Day
Finally, Speech Day is over! It wasn't as bad as i thought it would be, partly because i was reading a book for 1/2 the time. Before that, I walked to Lot 1 with Qin Pei, Rannald and Ashwin. Then we did history essay there even though there were extremely irritating flies buzzing all over... bleargh. Saw Huiting, our RMUN lo. She speaks with an RJ accent now! Really, she was like "I have a proposition to make..." with a reeeally smooth RJ accent. Dosen't even sound remotely BP.
Reading Anne of the Island now. Its very nice and reminds me of childhood, when i used to be mad over the Anne of the Island novel. Hehex. It just made me wonder. Singaporeans are a reserved bunch. We're afraid to show emotion, to show love. What is love to us is not love but is also bizzarely a form of love; but we tell others that actually what we love is only what we like. Complicated.
Ok, maybe i'm the only one. But i know that I'm highly insecure. Dunno why, but my brother has a sense of security in that he is loved, but I don't. And sometimes I envy Anne of Green Gables for knowing that she always has love waiting for her at home.
Reading Anne of the Island now. Its very nice and reminds me of childhood, when i used to be mad over the Anne of the Island novel. Hehex. It just made me wonder. Singaporeans are a reserved bunch. We're afraid to show emotion, to show love. What is love to us is not love but is also bizzarely a form of love; but we tell others that actually what we love is only what we like. Complicated.
Ok, maybe i'm the only one. But i know that I'm highly insecure. Dunno why, but my brother has a sense of security in that he is loved, but I don't. And sometimes I envy Anne of Green Gables for knowing that she always has love waiting for her at home.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Ways to get refunds on Public transport
Fares for the MRT, LRT, Taxis and Buses have gone up. Read more to find out the Exact process of getting a generous subsidy from the bus companies!
Step 1 - queue for a very long time with many other sweaty people while trying to fill out complicated forms in English (eliminates 1/4 of the queue. Non-English speakers eliminated)
Step 2- face up to irritatingly bland and blur counter officers who try to misdirect and misinform you. (And a very good afternoon to you too! To get to the officer, turn right and walk back. See the exit sign over there? thats it) (another 1/4 stomps off at this point)
Step 3- try to call into the "service hotline" or "help" hotline. Spend 45 minutes listening to a monotonous machines that speaks too fast and press 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 3, 1, 2 like a brainless chick until finally you are directed to a human relations officer who smugly informs you that it is now 4.59 p.m. and her shift is over.
Step 4- if some hardy soul finally gets to a person with any authority to grant subsities, the officer would try to intimidate you by double checking all the buses and MRT trains you tak (time, bus driver, liscence plate number) and then checking up on all your documents (bad luck if you didn't bring the correct ones in triplicate, try again next time)
Step 5- officer either declares you ineligible, kindly pointing out that you failed to read clause 4.3.1.2a of the size 4 small print. Or if you did read the small print, you are eligble.
CONGRATULATIONS! You get your refund of 40 cents and a subsidy of five cents for each bus ride!
O! What an efficient and affordable public transport system we have in Singapore!
Step 1 - queue for a very long time with many other sweaty people while trying to fill out complicated forms in English (eliminates 1/4 of the queue. Non-English speakers eliminated)
Step 2- face up to irritatingly bland and blur counter officers who try to misdirect and misinform you. (And a very good afternoon to you too! To get to the officer, turn right and walk back. See the exit sign over there? thats it) (another 1/4 stomps off at this point)
Step 3- try to call into the "service hotline" or "help" hotline. Spend 45 minutes listening to a monotonous machines that speaks too fast and press 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 3, 1, 2 like a brainless chick until finally you are directed to a human relations officer who smugly informs you that it is now 4.59 p.m. and her shift is over.
Step 4- if some hardy soul finally gets to a person with any authority to grant subsities, the officer would try to intimidate you by double checking all the buses and MRT trains you tak (time, bus driver, liscence plate number) and then checking up on all your documents (bad luck if you didn't bring the correct ones in triplicate, try again next time)
Step 5- officer either declares you ineligible, kindly pointing out that you failed to read clause 4.3.1.2a of the size 4 small print. Or if you did read the small print, you are eligble.
CONGRATULATIONS! You get your refund of 40 cents and a subsidy of five cents for each bus ride!
O! What an efficient and affordable public transport system we have in Singapore!
Friday, June 10, 2005
Musical Letdowns
Violin
I watched Meteor Garden and was promptly beraptured by Vic Chou playing the violin. I always thought that the violin was a mysterious instrument and that it's very romantic. I mean, you know, handsome guy playing some melancholic piece- that was the image i had.
However, my wonderful illusion only lasted till my brother started learning the violin. Now I know, there is nothing mysterious. I mean, after you've heard the bow scratching and screeeching the strings countless times, romantic imagery fails to come to mind. =)
Cello
Yo-Yo Ma makes it look so passsionate and wonderful. The dark, rich tones of the cello seem so appealling. But Adeline says that all is spoit by her CO juniors who manage to mangle even the easiest of piece.
Piano
Remember all those films where the male protagonist plays the piano beautifully and the girl looks on wonderingly? Ok, maybe only Justin has that level of skill. Butden- given Justin Ow-Yong's personality, he would probably dismiss the romantic piece as too easy and refuse to play it. Instead, he'll play a LOUD piece complete with semidemiquaver rhythmic device in allegro rhythm while the poor girl looks on trying to figure out the rhythm.
Ari
I watched Meteor Garden and was promptly beraptured by Vic Chou playing the violin. I always thought that the violin was a mysterious instrument and that it's very romantic. I mean, you know, handsome guy playing some melancholic piece- that was the image i had.
However, my wonderful illusion only lasted till my brother started learning the violin. Now I know, there is nothing mysterious. I mean, after you've heard the bow scratching and screeeching the strings countless times, romantic imagery fails to come to mind. =)
Cello
Yo-Yo Ma makes it look so passsionate and wonderful. The dark, rich tones of the cello seem so appealling. But Adeline says that all is spoit by her CO juniors who manage to mangle even the easiest of piece.
Piano
Remember all those films where the male protagonist plays the piano beautifully and the girl looks on wonderingly? Ok, maybe only Justin has that level of skill. Butden- given Justin Ow-Yong's personality, he would probably dismiss the romantic piece as too easy and refuse to play it. Instead, he'll play a LOUD piece complete with semidemiquaver rhythmic device in allegro rhythm while the poor girl looks on trying to figure out the rhythm.
Ari
Friday, June 03, 2005
Testing my new camera
Typing at my computer. See the mess that’s my table? I bet only Rong En’s is messier than me.
Rui Yan and Aiman at RJC. Sorry for bad lighting. Sun was behind them and I didn’t know how to adjust the settings. New camera wat
See the two chio bu(s) in the centre? That’s the Canadian delegates. Sorry guys, you are just not as camera friendly as the girls. Hehez, juz joking
Rannald and Qin Pei attempting to look very hard working. Yes, must tell Miss Tay, the Canadian delegates very hardworking one ok?Sorry Jiawei, forgot to take out my camera until the bus came, so only two photos of RJC. Will take more next time. Promise.
Monday, May 30, 2005
TO MY PIANO
CAN YOU PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THERES NO FUCKING PEDAL!
Got increasingly irritated by the lack of pedal in my piano. How the fuck am I going to manage to practice my pieces without the pedal and being unable to differentiate between loud and soft.
THEN- got scolded, rather yelled by my mom for banging on the piano. WHAT THE FUCK.
CAN THE PIANO PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME , IT IS NOT THE SECOND TIME, IT IS NOT THE THRID TIME THAT THE PEDAL DECIDED TO FUCKING STOP OPERATING????!!!
Got increasingly irritated by the lack of pedal in my piano. How the fuck am I going to manage to practice my pieces without the pedal and being unable to differentiate between loud and soft.
THEN- got scolded, rather yelled by my mom for banging on the piano. WHAT THE FUCK.
CAN THE PIANO PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME , IT IS NOT THE SECOND TIME, IT IS NOT THE THRID TIME THAT THE PEDAL DECIDED TO FUCKING STOP OPERATING????!!!
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