You know, something came to my mind that i thought i should share here. I read in one of those chick lit books, you know, the ones i love but man people keep "dissing" them? Anyway, this characher, lets just call him Jack, found out that the girl he was interested in and was good friends with and suddenly gotten engaged to be married soon. This is what he said to her when he met her: "All the best and all my love" or something to that extent. When she asks him why he doesn't congratulate her, he says this:" I believe in only congratulating the men, because they are the lucky ones to have found a woman to marry them. To the women, i simply wish them all the best with married life"
Now isn't that the sweetest thing you have ever heard!!!!????!!!!!!!! I was just like, wow, so true!! and so nice.... sigh. I have no idea why that tiny conversation came into my head but i just thought i'd record it down. anyway, on another unrelated note, how many of you even notice when new kitchen items are bought? Like a new ladle, or a new vegetable peeler? Obviously not many, because most you have actual things to DO in your life, unlike me which is why i noticed today that the vegetable peeler looked spotless when i peeled the cucmber to eat in the afternoon. I thought at first that my mother had simply scrubbed it spotless, but when i washed it again in the night, i noticed it looked new! So i asked my mother and she said in a surprised voice that my dad bought a new one. She was obviously surprised that someone had even bothered to wonder about the new vegetable peeler, but then again, she doesn't quite realise the extent of boredom i experience on a day-to-day basis.
Which is why i'm thinking of starting bollywood dance classes at a studio. I was initially looking for salsa, or latin dance classes, but just so happens that the studio i was checking out online, also offered bollywood dance classes. Many would be wondering, why on earth do U shini, need bollywood dance classes? Well, i personally feel very rusty in the dance area, having stopped dance like 6 months ago. Plus, since its so vigorous, its wonderful exercise for me, jsut to get the blood pumping. And i love bollywood music more than any other type of music so why not? Plus, i won't feel so intimidated in the class becuase my self-esteem where dance is concerned is practically in the gutter. I figure, that once i get my dance-mojo back, i might be able to start learning salsa at the same place too. Plus my mother would also get used to the idea of me dancing again, though the idea of me dancing salsa with partners she doesn't know, will probably drive her nuts and she may not be very happy. However, i have decided that the time has come for my mother to slowly let go, or at least loosen the reins. A little. so yeah. If i have drummed up the courage and $$$ by the 16th of april, i'll go for the bollywood dance trial then and if i like it, register for a full course. If not, I'll go on the 25th of april. either way, i'm doing it. FINALLY something to add flavour to my life. Will help with the waiting time for acceptence too.
And lastly, something happened today that made me quite sad, irritated and upset. While trying on clothes at a shop in a mall today, i took off my favourite bangle because the dress was too tight and hung that on a hook in the fitting room. When i left, i totally forgot about the bangle and left it there. After having my sandwich at subway downstairs, i remembered suddenly and rushed up to get my bangle, innocently assuming it'd be there. I think i was eating for about half an hour or so. When i go there and checked the room(i had to wait for customers to come out) and the cashier area, the bangle was nowhere to be found. I was EXTREMELY annoyed with myself and EXTREMELY sad. Some b**** stole my bangle!!!!!! I swear i am never taking off any jewellery when i try clothes on and am going to be more careful. But still can't help remember the bangle.Anyway, enough babbling. bye.
shini
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
wow wow double wow
Hmmmm...last night was fun. Interesting and quite enjoyable. Hold your horses, i'm not talking about any date with any guy( hahahahaHahahahahaHAHAHAHHAHA) but something else. I went to see the play The Winter's Tale, part of The Bridge Project, which was directed by Sam Mendes. You know the one where they advertise it in Orchard road and put faces of Ethan Hawke, Rebecca Hall and Sinead Cusack on the poster and they constantly announce it. Perosnally i don't know why Ethan Hawke was up on the poster because he wasn't a huge character in the play at all. Probabaly because a larger number of people can identify him. Well that's what i think anyway.
So yes, i went. I didn't have to pay for the ticket i got but i am not going to tell you how i got the ticket, just that i didn't pay for it. Hence when i was trying to find my seat, i sort of expected something far off even though it said Stalls row G. i mean the stalls are quite large, could be anywhere. Imagine my surprise when i found myself about 4 rows from the stage on the utmost left. At first i thought, well, there must be something wrong with the ticket, i couldn't have POSSIBLY got such an amazing seat, and yet there it was, stalls, row G, seat 28. My god was i HAPPY!!! Because i had been wondering if i should have brought or bought binoculars in case my seat was very very far away( like it had been for King Lear in 2007 where i was so high up if i looked down, i got vertigo,hence it was very handy to have my auntie's binoculars and the person sitting next to me would agree because the person used them too) but i so didn't!
And although i was by myself, i didn't feel lonely because i think that when you're watching a play, you're kind of interacting with the rest of the audience and the actors themselves. it was an excellent play and i give it both thumbs up with enthusiasm. Since it was in Shakespearean language, i thought i might not understand it even though i had read the sypnosis earlier on, becuase my understanding of the language is somewhat rusty after not even reading one play after my a levels 4 MONTHS AGO. However, i found that i COULD understand and even get the funny bits and i realised that its kind of backward sense , once you learn it, you don't quite forget it. Sure, i missed out on a lot of diaglogue that could have been properly deciphered but i figured in roder for me to see the irony in the words and the imagery, i have to read the play not watch it. I had been dying ot see a play since last year and i'm very glad i did now becuase it just re-inforced in me the very sure desire and knowledge that i love watching plays. Maybe even more than films.I'm still smarting from the fact i didn't see Avenue Q last year when it came but i shall not go into that. I am going ot make sure i see more plays this year, local ones especially, no matter what my mother might say.Just because she's over plays and has moved on to her film festival and guitar festival, doesn't mean i am.
The other thing that happened yesterday that was interesting was that i met my mother at the esplanade and we watched the lights go off on the buildings during earth hour and then come on again and had dinner and then met my sister for a late showing of Confessions of Shopaholic at Lido and I realised why it felt so weird to be out on a sat night with my mother. It was becuase i hadn't done it in a humongously long time!!!!! I told her and she said yeah! The day was excellent and was wonderfully ended with us finally having a repaired air-conditioner in out rooms so we slept in the lovely coolness and with new sheets(something my sister is fastidious about). The day was simple, no partying, no drinking(though i did want a cocktail at barbossa but i was scared i might fall asleep and besides, i only wanted it cuz i was sick of only having wine) and no huge groups of friends. Just my mum, sis and S. Quite a contrast to how some of you others spend staurday nights huh? especially since we only got home at 2 something. We have gone homw at 2 plus 3 plus before, from parent's friends' houses, and wedding dinners before but not from hanging out at town! Latest was like 1. Again and of course with our mother. And ONLY with our mother. You know, we should do this more often. Have a great rest of the weekend peeps!
shini
So yes, i went. I didn't have to pay for the ticket i got but i am not going to tell you how i got the ticket, just that i didn't pay for it. Hence when i was trying to find my seat, i sort of expected something far off even though it said Stalls row G. i mean the stalls are quite large, could be anywhere. Imagine my surprise when i found myself about 4 rows from the stage on the utmost left. At first i thought, well, there must be something wrong with the ticket, i couldn't have POSSIBLY got such an amazing seat, and yet there it was, stalls, row G, seat 28. My god was i HAPPY!!! Because i had been wondering if i should have brought or bought binoculars in case my seat was very very far away( like it had been for King Lear in 2007 where i was so high up if i looked down, i got vertigo,hence it was very handy to have my auntie's binoculars and the person sitting next to me would agree because the person used them too) but i so didn't!
And although i was by myself, i didn't feel lonely because i think that when you're watching a play, you're kind of interacting with the rest of the audience and the actors themselves. it was an excellent play and i give it both thumbs up with enthusiasm. Since it was in Shakespearean language, i thought i might not understand it even though i had read the sypnosis earlier on, becuase my understanding of the language is somewhat rusty after not even reading one play after my a levels 4 MONTHS AGO. However, i found that i COULD understand and even get the funny bits and i realised that its kind of backward sense , once you learn it, you don't quite forget it. Sure, i missed out on a lot of diaglogue that could have been properly deciphered but i figured in roder for me to see the irony in the words and the imagery, i have to read the play not watch it. I had been dying ot see a play since last year and i'm very glad i did now becuase it just re-inforced in me the very sure desire and knowledge that i love watching plays. Maybe even more than films.I'm still smarting from the fact i didn't see Avenue Q last year when it came but i shall not go into that. I am going ot make sure i see more plays this year, local ones especially, no matter what my mother might say.Just because she's over plays and has moved on to her film festival and guitar festival, doesn't mean i am.
The other thing that happened yesterday that was interesting was that i met my mother at the esplanade and we watched the lights go off on the buildings during earth hour and then come on again and had dinner and then met my sister for a late showing of Confessions of Shopaholic at Lido and I realised why it felt so weird to be out on a sat night with my mother. It was becuase i hadn't done it in a humongously long time!!!!! I told her and she said yeah! The day was excellent and was wonderfully ended with us finally having a repaired air-conditioner in out rooms so we slept in the lovely coolness and with new sheets(something my sister is fastidious about). The day was simple, no partying, no drinking(though i did want a cocktail at barbossa but i was scared i might fall asleep and besides, i only wanted it cuz i was sick of only having wine) and no huge groups of friends. Just my mum, sis and S. Quite a contrast to how some of you others spend staurday nights huh? especially since we only got home at 2 something. We have gone homw at 2 plus 3 plus before, from parent's friends' houses, and wedding dinners before but not from hanging out at town! Latest was like 1. Again and of course with our mother. And ONLY with our mother. You know, we should do this more often. Have a great rest of the weekend peeps!
shini
Thursday, March 26, 2009
It Happened (part 2)
Continued from below....
Basically what struck me as odd about the whole fever thing, apart from the fact that since 2006 i don't GET fevers, is that it was practically 24hrs. I'm quite fine now except for the lethargy and the bad throat and the body aches. There's no actual high temperature. Oh and the lack of hunger. As in i'm not hungry, even though all i've had so far is a slice of toast with cheese on it. Also what's strange is that i think maybe my body got it messed up. The process i mean. First its sore throat, then runny nose, the dry cough, then wet cough, then finally(or at least for my sister ), fever. I usually stop at the wet cough and spend like the next 2 weeks trying ot get rid of the runny nose and cough. I already had the flu, earlier this year, around feb and I didn't really expect to get sick again. I suppose the virus was sick of my body escaping the fever that it just latched onto me and didn't let go. Or maybe it just wanted to make me suffer for one night, so that i remember what it was like to HAVE a fever and the awfulness of it all and to make sure that i'm not so cocky about being healthy all the time and being able to dodge it. I swear, I think the gods, were trying to put me in my place and quite frankly, i think it was a smart thing to do so that i don't get complacent about my health. That truly can be the only explaination becuase today, in th morning, i got better from that 38.0 degree fever, BEFORE taking the panadol, not after. I got better maybe after i ate the toast with cheese. I also think that with all the water i'd been drinking because of my throat, i also had been going to the toilet a whole lot. Its kinda like i pee-ed the fever away(so so sorry for the crude language but i couldn't explain it in any other way). So yeah, i think i'm finishing up my thoughts on this nice "adventure" of sorts becuase after i've been sick i always value health A LOT MORE because i always realise that i just CAN'T STAND BEING SICK!
bye darlings
shini
Basically what struck me as odd about the whole fever thing, apart from the fact that since 2006 i don't GET fevers, is that it was practically 24hrs. I'm quite fine now except for the lethargy and the bad throat and the body aches. There's no actual high temperature. Oh and the lack of hunger. As in i'm not hungry, even though all i've had so far is a slice of toast with cheese on it. Also what's strange is that i think maybe my body got it messed up. The process i mean. First its sore throat, then runny nose, the dry cough, then wet cough, then finally(or at least for my sister ), fever. I usually stop at the wet cough and spend like the next 2 weeks trying ot get rid of the runny nose and cough. I already had the flu, earlier this year, around feb and I didn't really expect to get sick again. I suppose the virus was sick of my body escaping the fever that it just latched onto me and didn't let go. Or maybe it just wanted to make me suffer for one night, so that i remember what it was like to HAVE a fever and the awfulness of it all and to make sure that i'm not so cocky about being healthy all the time and being able to dodge it. I swear, I think the gods, were trying to put me in my place and quite frankly, i think it was a smart thing to do so that i don't get complacent about my health. That truly can be the only explaination becuase today, in th morning, i got better from that 38.0 degree fever, BEFORE taking the panadol, not after. I got better maybe after i ate the toast with cheese. I also think that with all the water i'd been drinking because of my throat, i also had been going to the toilet a whole lot. Its kinda like i pee-ed the fever away(so so sorry for the crude language but i couldn't explain it in any other way). So yeah, i think i'm finishing up my thoughts on this nice "adventure" of sorts becuase after i've been sick i always value health A LOT MORE because i always realise that i just CAN'T STAND BEING SICK!
bye darlings
shini
It Happened.
Well, unfortunately, it finally happened. After years of dodging the dreaded fever, It finally caught up with me. How it happened was very very strange. I woke up yesterday, already not feeling too well. Unfortunately, i really really had to go to Oriental to give them my IC so that they could process my application for banquet waitress(casual labour). Also, i had to pay for my NTU application because they deadline was drawing nearer and nearer. So i dragged myself all the way and i do mean ALL THE WAY. I didn't realise that it was so far away from city hall mrt station till yesterday. And i had to rush to get there before 4, in case the office was closed. After i had passed the ic and they photocopied it and returned it, i was so exhausted, that i just had to sit for a while. Bear in mind i had been rushing since i left the house and it was VERY HOT when i left and i had nto sat down for a long while. WHile i was sitting and trying to ignore the stream of people coming through that door, I had the first thought that maybe i was ill. Couldn't quite place my finger on what exactly the illness was, but at leasti knew i WAS ill.
Well, i couldn't sit there forever, andi still had one more errand to do. The previous day when i had come to the Oriental to fill out the application form in the first place, i had walked all the way to marina square to pay the nus fees and then later, gone to holland v to pay the smu fees at the axs machine. Unfortuately, i didn't know the correct bill reference number for ntu, which was why i was doing it yesterday. Anyway, i didn't want to walk all the way to marina square and get lost in the mall again and i could vaguesly remember seeing a dbs machine at the esplanade, which was much nearer. So i went there and paid it. I remember that the machine couldn't issue a receipt and i didn't know if i should use that machine or not. But i know that keeping the receipt from the payments is for "just in case"; you don't actually have to present the receipt(i'm sorry but i really cannot remember HOW THE HELL TO SPELL "receipt"), so i thought okay, just pay here. Besides, i did not have the energy to walk all the way to another machine, at marina square. Of course now, while i sit and think about it i'm regretting not getting the receipt and think that i should have just walked over to marina square and done it and normally i totally would have done, but yesterday, i fet awful! still, i just wondering if there's a possible way for me to like, get the receipt from the last transaction i did. If anyone knows if that's possible, please let me knoe. Would save A LOT of trouble.
I was so desperate for something to fix the awful-ness, i even contemplated going into harry's just so i could sit and ask for some hot water. Of course when i told my mother that ingenious plan, she said don't. Then again, i don't think i had the guts, right then to just waltz(or stumble) in to Harry's and just ask for hot water. Anyway, after completing that transaction, i decided to go home. Thankfully, there was a straight, if not hideously long bus ride all the way home from the bus stop right outside the esplanade. Through out the ride, i drifted in and out of sleep, was freezing, feeling awful and in desperate need of water. Unfortunately, the stupid bottle i brought with me, happened to me screwed so tight, i couldn't open it. Can you believe that!? It was raining wheni arrived at my bus stop but i had my little umbrella. My dad also happened to be there w/o an umbrella and usually he calls the house for someone(me) to bring him one, but seeing as i was out, he was stuck. He still was stuck cuz my umbrella was small, so he said, you go first, when it subsides, ill come. I swear, i took the longest time EVER to walk back to my house. My dad, left the bus stop like 5 mins after i started walking reached home waaaaayyyy before me(though this was probably becuase he was rushing and i couldn't). When i got home all i wanted to do was to just lie down. I couldn't sleep becuase i had only woken up at one in the afternoon(believe me, im not proud of it) so i decided to watch tv. Took my temp and it was 37.6.
Seperate note, in case anyone was wondering, this post is going to be a real doozy. Meaning a VERY VERY long one. Might even have a part 2. Obviously you can tell that i'm feeling better cuz believe me, if i wasn't, this would not be happening.
Anyway, all i did yesterday was lie on the sofa and like watch tv. Surprisingly, that was pretty much what everyone else did. When i got round to sleeping, of course AFTER everyone esle had slept, though to give me credit, i slept, or went to bed at one, the earliest ever, as just becuase i'm sick, doesn't mean that my bio clock is immediately righted. I could not sleep properly. And i could feel myself burning up(dear god i can't even use the phrase without thinking about the jonas brothers) and i had weird dreams that didn't even make sense, though that's nothing out fo the ordinary. I couldn't take it anymore and got up at 6, just to sit around in the hall. When i checked my temp, it was 38.0 degrees. Obvious fever. Mum made me toast, which i ate much later.What amazed me was that while i was checking out the scholarship application for nus( im NOT applying becuase i literally have nothing to write that they would even want) it was so hot that i was sweating! This was slightly after i ate my one piece of toast, but before i took the panadol. I could feel myself getting better, or at least the fever coming down. And i didn't even DO anything!!! That amazed me the most. When i took my temp much later, it was down to 36.5, normal. I still took one panadol, in case it thought of coming back and for the teeny tiny headache and body aches i had. By this time, it was 9 in the morning and i was exhausted. I fell asleep for tiredness and for something ot do. No dreams this time, which means i woke up at 11 quite fresh-ish but still decided to sleep more because i was feeling lonely and people(my family) who promised to call had not. So i woke up at one, and decided to do the calling myself. Called my grandmother and talked for half an hour. Called my mother and repeatedly told her i'm not applying for the damn scholarship because i HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE. Believe me, if i HAD something that they expected from their scholarship candidates, like an executive position in a commitee, or being a sportswoman, or taken part in some national or international debate/quizzes, or arts/ community thingy, i would definitely apply and even call my teacher for the recommendation(apologising profusely for the lateness of course), but i DIDN'T. So im quite adamant about not applying. Besides, I'm not needy. I personally CAN'T STAND the word "needy" but that's what they use so oh well. I'm not because i can use my parent's cpf thingy(i'm quite sure both have enough) and then pay it back after i graduate. This WAS the plan all along, a plan made by THEM by the way. Why this scholarship came in i don't know. And really after reading about the scholarships, i was all ready to apply for the NUS Faculty Award, even all my teacher about the recommendation 4 days before the deadline, until i saw the application form. So yeah.
Anyway, i think i'm being side-tracked and this post is getting to be way too long. I shall start a part 2, jsut so i can finish my thoughts.
sooooo...continued....
Well, i couldn't sit there forever, andi still had one more errand to do. The previous day when i had come to the Oriental to fill out the application form in the first place, i had walked all the way to marina square to pay the nus fees and then later, gone to holland v to pay the smu fees at the axs machine. Unfortuately, i didn't know the correct bill reference number for ntu, which was why i was doing it yesterday. Anyway, i didn't want to walk all the way to marina square and get lost in the mall again and i could vaguesly remember seeing a dbs machine at the esplanade, which was much nearer. So i went there and paid it. I remember that the machine couldn't issue a receipt and i didn't know if i should use that machine or not. But i know that keeping the receipt from the payments is for "just in case"; you don't actually have to present the receipt(i'm sorry but i really cannot remember HOW THE HELL TO SPELL "receipt"), so i thought okay, just pay here. Besides, i did not have the energy to walk all the way to another machine, at marina square. Of course now, while i sit and think about it i'm regretting not getting the receipt and think that i should have just walked over to marina square and done it and normally i totally would have done, but yesterday, i fet awful! still, i just wondering if there's a possible way for me to like, get the receipt from the last transaction i did. If anyone knows if that's possible, please let me knoe. Would save A LOT of trouble.
I was so desperate for something to fix the awful-ness, i even contemplated going into harry's just so i could sit and ask for some hot water. Of course when i told my mother that ingenious plan, she said don't. Then again, i don't think i had the guts, right then to just waltz(or stumble) in to Harry's and just ask for hot water. Anyway, after completing that transaction, i decided to go home. Thankfully, there was a straight, if not hideously long bus ride all the way home from the bus stop right outside the esplanade. Through out the ride, i drifted in and out of sleep, was freezing, feeling awful and in desperate need of water. Unfortunately, the stupid bottle i brought with me, happened to me screwed so tight, i couldn't open it. Can you believe that!? It was raining wheni arrived at my bus stop but i had my little umbrella. My dad also happened to be there w/o an umbrella and usually he calls the house for someone(me) to bring him one, but seeing as i was out, he was stuck. He still was stuck cuz my umbrella was small, so he said, you go first, when it subsides, ill come. I swear, i took the longest time EVER to walk back to my house. My dad, left the bus stop like 5 mins after i started walking reached home waaaaayyyy before me(though this was probably becuase he was rushing and i couldn't). When i got home all i wanted to do was to just lie down. I couldn't sleep becuase i had only woken up at one in the afternoon(believe me, im not proud of it) so i decided to watch tv. Took my temp and it was 37.6.
Seperate note, in case anyone was wondering, this post is going to be a real doozy. Meaning a VERY VERY long one. Might even have a part 2. Obviously you can tell that i'm feeling better cuz believe me, if i wasn't, this would not be happening.
Anyway, all i did yesterday was lie on the sofa and like watch tv. Surprisingly, that was pretty much what everyone else did. When i got round to sleeping, of course AFTER everyone esle had slept, though to give me credit, i slept, or went to bed at one, the earliest ever, as just becuase i'm sick, doesn't mean that my bio clock is immediately righted. I could not sleep properly. And i could feel myself burning up(dear god i can't even use the phrase without thinking about the jonas brothers) and i had weird dreams that didn't even make sense, though that's nothing out fo the ordinary. I couldn't take it anymore and got up at 6, just to sit around in the hall. When i checked my temp, it was 38.0 degrees. Obvious fever. Mum made me toast, which i ate much later.What amazed me was that while i was checking out the scholarship application for nus( im NOT applying becuase i literally have nothing to write that they would even want) it was so hot that i was sweating! This was slightly after i ate my one piece of toast, but before i took the panadol. I could feel myself getting better, or at least the fever coming down. And i didn't even DO anything!!! That amazed me the most. When i took my temp much later, it was down to 36.5, normal. I still took one panadol, in case it thought of coming back and for the teeny tiny headache and body aches i had. By this time, it was 9 in the morning and i was exhausted. I fell asleep for tiredness and for something ot do. No dreams this time, which means i woke up at 11 quite fresh-ish but still decided to sleep more because i was feeling lonely and people(my family) who promised to call had not. So i woke up at one, and decided to do the calling myself. Called my grandmother and talked for half an hour. Called my mother and repeatedly told her i'm not applying for the damn scholarship because i HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE. Believe me, if i HAD something that they expected from their scholarship candidates, like an executive position in a commitee, or being a sportswoman, or taken part in some national or international debate/quizzes, or arts/ community thingy, i would definitely apply and even call my teacher for the recommendation(apologising profusely for the lateness of course), but i DIDN'T. So im quite adamant about not applying. Besides, I'm not needy. I personally CAN'T STAND the word "needy" but that's what they use so oh well. I'm not because i can use my parent's cpf thingy(i'm quite sure both have enough) and then pay it back after i graduate. This WAS the plan all along, a plan made by THEM by the way. Why this scholarship came in i don't know. And really after reading about the scholarships, i was all ready to apply for the NUS Faculty Award, even all my teacher about the recommendation 4 days before the deadline, until i saw the application form. So yeah.
Anyway, i think i'm being side-tracked and this post is getting to be way too long. I shall start a part 2, jsut so i can finish my thoughts.
sooooo...continued....
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Okay, i thought i could write about this certain topic, but half way, i realised that i can't. Its not the main topic of death, but just the idea of unborn children and life, starts a whole slew of thoguhts and connections and i just cannot even begin to put them in words, or arrange them. A flurry of not properly processed thoughts that can be triggered by one simple idea. I have this experience or at least i used to in lit class. And i'm like, temporarily immobilised by the sheer number of things that just fly through my mind and i'm usually estatic ebcause of all the material i have for lit notes, but this time when it happened it me, all i felt was this immense load of sadness. It was all i could do to prevent the tears from flowing, though of course i was watching a particularly depressing and emotional old episode of Grey's Anatomy, so it was all the more harder. So that did occur to me that for the first time, when that experience of "flurries of thoughts" happened to me, i felt the much much differently and worse still the complete opposite. Sigh. I don't know. And i really can't get those thoughts out of my head.
Well i supposed its good that my mind's doing SOME thinking at least. As compared to vegetating which is what its ben doing the past 4 months!!!! Double Sigh. Okay, i can't bear to type any more, i gotta go cheer myself up. Mama always says never to go to bed sad, or crying. So bye children.
shini
Well i supposed its good that my mind's doing SOME thinking at least. As compared to vegetating which is what its ben doing the past 4 months!!!! Double Sigh. Okay, i can't bear to type any more, i gotta go cheer myself up. Mama always says never to go to bed sad, or crying. So bye children.
shini
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
mutterings of a bored girl
You know, if you stay at home for a long period of time, chances are that not only may your mind urn into mush, but other people in your house may regard you as the new maid. Now, i'm not saying that THAT is the case in my house(hint hint), i'm just saying generally. Technically, they would not be wrong because if you ARE at home all day, since you have NOTHING to do, why not clean and tidy up?! I am a big believer of logical reasoning and that is definitely logical reasoning. However, as other people may point out(but i throughly disagree), i am also "known" to have bouts of illogicality and hence, should also understand that that logical reasoning is not fair!
I won't go into how people may think im unreasonable and illogical and emotional from time to time because frankly, it pisses me off, especially when i KNOW that i'm not. I may go off rambling on my own, but if things are explained to me in a logical manner, to which i can understand, i would easily admit defeat. Simply assuming that i'm "off on my rambling nonsense where i refuse to see sense no mater what" drives me up the freaking wall and some people have done that to me a number of times and though i long to tell them off(and sometimes do), it doesn't make a damn difference because they just see it as a tirade of angry words from an angry person who makes no sense so why bother even listening and comprehending. I swear, sometimes i just want to scream and shout, but of course its STILL mkaes no damn difference, so i just don't bother anymore. sigh.
Well that was close. managed to keep it in a paragraph. Was in danger of just running with it till the end, but thankfully, i held back and didn't. (didn't want to come across as bitter you understand.) Anyway, yeah, so this is why i am currently looking for another job to kep me more occupied and am going for a walk-in interview tmr at a hotel for banquet waitress job. I've never gone for a proper inerview before and frankly i'm terrified. I do hope i get it but it all depends on whether they're hiring or not and whether they even need more people or not because i heard a rumour in jan that they fired everyone and were re-hiring in march. But, now it IS march and well, the economy's worse and what if they don't need people? Sigh. Nevermind. At least it'll bring me out of the house, and i can at least pay for my application fees while im out cuz THAT really needs to be done. Well cross your fingers for me! ciao.
shini
p.s. how i long to go overseas, even bintan will do. though a place with gorgeous guys would be even better, even though what the hell i'd do with them i don't know, cuz i don't even know HOW to flirt and can barely make friends. but yes. wld love to go on a holiday.
p.p.s just discovered the wonders of ebay.com.sg and it actually CAN be addictive! but only in the books and jewellery sections becuase shoes don't fit and clothes, not what im looking for. but still. sigh. must stay AWAY!
I won't go into how people may think im unreasonable and illogical and emotional from time to time because frankly, it pisses me off, especially when i KNOW that i'm not. I may go off rambling on my own, but if things are explained to me in a logical manner, to which i can understand, i would easily admit defeat. Simply assuming that i'm "off on my rambling nonsense where i refuse to see sense no mater what" drives me up the freaking wall and some people have done that to me a number of times and though i long to tell them off(and sometimes do), it doesn't make a damn difference because they just see it as a tirade of angry words from an angry person who makes no sense so why bother even listening and comprehending. I swear, sometimes i just want to scream and shout, but of course its STILL mkaes no damn difference, so i just don't bother anymore. sigh.
Well that was close. managed to keep it in a paragraph. Was in danger of just running with it till the end, but thankfully, i held back and didn't. (didn't want to come across as bitter you understand.) Anyway, yeah, so this is why i am currently looking for another job to kep me more occupied and am going for a walk-in interview tmr at a hotel for banquet waitress job. I've never gone for a proper inerview before and frankly i'm terrified. I do hope i get it but it all depends on whether they're hiring or not and whether they even need more people or not because i heard a rumour in jan that they fired everyone and were re-hiring in march. But, now it IS march and well, the economy's worse and what if they don't need people? Sigh. Nevermind. At least it'll bring me out of the house, and i can at least pay for my application fees while im out cuz THAT really needs to be done. Well cross your fingers for me! ciao.
shini
p.s. how i long to go overseas, even bintan will do. though a place with gorgeous guys would be even better, even though what the hell i'd do with them i don't know, cuz i don't even know HOW to flirt and can barely make friends. but yes. wld love to go on a holiday.
p.p.s just discovered the wonders of ebay.com.sg and it actually CAN be addictive! but only in the books and jewellery sections becuase shoes don't fit and clothes, not what im looking for. but still. sigh. must stay AWAY!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Maybe a little explanation is necessary
I realised how absolutely frivolous my last post was about hindi movies so i thought a little explanation was necessary. Most people think(and im not saying that they're completely wrong), that hindi movies are nonsensical. That they're ridiculous especially when suddenly the hero bursts into song and everyone around him dances in tune doing the exact same steps with co-ordinated outfits. Or when the guy and girl are in some gorgeous location probably very cool(as in temperature) and all she's wearing is a sheer chiffon sari and they're being all romantic. But what most people(obviously talking about Westerners and those who scoff at such hindi movies) is that these movies have an actual purpose in our lives and they're actually not that different from hollywood movies in the comedy and chick lit genre, albeit with some song and dance.
I mean think about it, if all bolywood churned out were serious movies with NO song and dance and pretty clothes and happy endings and dream sequences in gorgeous foreign locations, then all we'd see is normal life that's depressing and dull. The conventional Bollywood blockbluster chock full with things many people criticise about, provide ENTERTAINMENT. In its truest form. I know that when I watch a bollywood flick, i really DO forget or at least push aside my problems for a while and let the movie make me happy. At the end, since there's usually a happy ending, one feels lighter and if i may be so bold as to say, more positive and capable of dealing with our problems. They kinda give hope in a sense. Like you're watching this hero defeat all odds to get his love or u're watching this righteous policeman succeed in his attempt to thwart terrorists and you feelt hat hey! maybe i can solve my OWN problems too! I mean at least for a few hours your mind is given a rest from worrying(i know mine is).
And this goes for all movies out there that smart and sophisticated people say are fluff and nonsensical, not just bollywood ones. Besides, Bollywood does come out with serious films too and those, can be mind-blowing. Hence, my gushing about the hindi movie i had watched is justified at least to me anyway, via this explanation i have just typed. And on that note, i shall end.
shini
p.s. 2 uni applications down(online part i mean), one more to go and bloody hell the last one is SUPER LONG. then i gott PAY for applying(still dont see the reasoning behind that procedure) , send relevant documents and apply for ONE (and just one because i don't need to excessively embarrass myself) scholarship and im done for the whole uni thing. And must move on to finding a second part-time job(preferably in f&b) and build up my wardrobe. maybe even take up a new dance! wish me luck!
I mean think about it, if all bolywood churned out were serious movies with NO song and dance and pretty clothes and happy endings and dream sequences in gorgeous foreign locations, then all we'd see is normal life that's depressing and dull. The conventional Bollywood blockbluster chock full with things many people criticise about, provide ENTERTAINMENT. In its truest form. I know that when I watch a bollywood flick, i really DO forget or at least push aside my problems for a while and let the movie make me happy. At the end, since there's usually a happy ending, one feels lighter and if i may be so bold as to say, more positive and capable of dealing with our problems. They kinda give hope in a sense. Like you're watching this hero defeat all odds to get his love or u're watching this righteous policeman succeed in his attempt to thwart terrorists and you feelt hat hey! maybe i can solve my OWN problems too! I mean at least for a few hours your mind is given a rest from worrying(i know mine is).
And this goes for all movies out there that smart and sophisticated people say are fluff and nonsensical, not just bollywood ones. Besides, Bollywood does come out with serious films too and those, can be mind-blowing. Hence, my gushing about the hindi movie i had watched is justified at least to me anyway, via this explanation i have just typed. And on that note, i shall end.
shini
p.s. 2 uni applications down(online part i mean), one more to go and bloody hell the last one is SUPER LONG. then i gott PAY for applying(still dont see the reasoning behind that procedure) , send relevant documents and apply for ONE (and just one because i don't need to excessively embarrass myself) scholarship and im done for the whole uni thing. And must move on to finding a second part-time job(preferably in f&b) and build up my wardrobe. maybe even take up a new dance! wish me luck!
a quick one
okay hi. I just finished watching this hindi movie called deewanagee which i think means madness. i could be wrong because i obviously am not well-versed in the hindi language. and okay, the majority of people out there don't watch hindi movies on a regular basis like me so this post would probably not interest them. then again, i have to keep reminding myself that it is MY blog so i can write about whatever i want to write about.
Anyway, i'm basically doing a shout-out for this movie Deewanagee because i watched it the second time and it was even better! Its a brilliant movie with excellent actors and i do mean all of them, including the supporting actors. The plot and story is well-written and it keeps you on the edge of your seat, becuase you honestly don't know what's going to happen next. Its one of htose hindi movies that's a thriller and is so well-executed that it keeps you entertained and in the dark all the way to the end. At the end of the movie, you're still left wondering and unsettled about the outcome and its these kind of movies that should get the awards because my god are they difficult to think up.
The main actors, Ajay Devgan, Urmila Matondkar and Akshaye Khanna, were fabulous. Of course Urmila playing the heroine, had to be beautiful and feminine but she wasn't annoyingly naive and damsel-in-distress-like. I must say that Ajay has the worst teeth in Bollywood but he is like the best, if not one of the best actors there. Its interesting because he's not conventionally good-looking, in fact, i don't think he is at all, but boy can the guy act! And he can do different kinds of roles, even comedy! And personally, if someone can pull off Othello with kareena as your Desdemona, i think he's a keeper. Though god know what he sees in kajol, but that's their personal life and i am certainly nto going to comment on that. Lastly, Akshaye though he's also not conventionally good-looking, i cannot say anything bad about a guy with dimples. Those of you who know me( di, A and S out there), know my theory about dimples. Plus the guy was good!!! So yeah, i think those who haven't watched the movie should. My only complaint is that the songs could do with some help. Maybe 3 out of 6 were nice.
The only other movie that caused THAT level of excitement when i watched it was Race(2007), starring Saif Ali Khan, Akshaye Khanna, Bipasha Basu and (urgh) Katrina Kaif. If i can be so determined to watch it in 10 minute clips on YOUTUBE, then believe me, its good. So those two, Deewanage and Race. Must watch.
Anyway, i'm basically doing a shout-out for this movie Deewanagee because i watched it the second time and it was even better! Its a brilliant movie with excellent actors and i do mean all of them, including the supporting actors. The plot and story is well-written and it keeps you on the edge of your seat, becuase you honestly don't know what's going to happen next. Its one of htose hindi movies that's a thriller and is so well-executed that it keeps you entertained and in the dark all the way to the end. At the end of the movie, you're still left wondering and unsettled about the outcome and its these kind of movies that should get the awards because my god are they difficult to think up.
The main actors, Ajay Devgan, Urmila Matondkar and Akshaye Khanna, were fabulous. Of course Urmila playing the heroine, had to be beautiful and feminine but she wasn't annoyingly naive and damsel-in-distress-like. I must say that Ajay has the worst teeth in Bollywood but he is like the best, if not one of the best actors there. Its interesting because he's not conventionally good-looking, in fact, i don't think he is at all, but boy can the guy act! And he can do different kinds of roles, even comedy! And personally, if someone can pull off Othello with kareena as your Desdemona, i think he's a keeper. Though god know what he sees in kajol, but that's their personal life and i am certainly nto going to comment on that. Lastly, Akshaye though he's also not conventionally good-looking, i cannot say anything bad about a guy with dimples. Those of you who know me( di, A and S out there), know my theory about dimples. Plus the guy was good!!! So yeah, i think those who haven't watched the movie should. My only complaint is that the songs could do with some help. Maybe 3 out of 6 were nice.
The only other movie that caused THAT level of excitement when i watched it was Race(2007), starring Saif Ali Khan, Akshaye Khanna, Bipasha Basu and (urgh) Katrina Kaif. If i can be so determined to watch it in 10 minute clips on YOUTUBE, then believe me, its good. So those two, Deewanage and Race. Must watch.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
the perks of being short
I personally never thought i'd ever write about this because i truly am fine with my height. Believe me when i say that with a number of guys i talk to, my height is the conversation starter. ESPECIALLY with guys, because i have noted that it comes up at least once. Anyway, this thought came into my head earlier today.
Picture this if you will: A very crowded MRT carriage(probably the green or red line), and most of the men are at least 1.6 something and up. The ladies, at the most, 1.5msomething and up.Amidst all of them, is a young female, who stands at 1.48m. Yes, i proclaim it here, that is my height. And if you're wondering exactly how tall that is, take 1 and a half 1m rulers, and deduct that annoying 2 cm. Now, because this person is below average height of the people in the carriage, all she sees to her immediate 270 degrees is clothing. She reaches to the very tall man's waist, and the average man's chest or shoulders. Nearly to the height of the women.(unless they're wearing heels of course). So people then automatically assume that she doesn't have very much air to breathe down there. Actually, she's perfectly fine. Unlike all the rest of the passengers, who are mostly of similar height, she doesn't have to fight with another face at the same"altitude" for air. At the most, some woman's hair may flick in her face. That's all. Plus, its a whole lot easier for her to duck beneath and squeeze through people to get out.
This kind of scenario was what i faced at a concert. I went with my sis D, and her friends, A, S, G and T. D and A and i, for some stupid reason wanted to get as close to the stage as we could, meaning the mosh pit. Before that could even happen, we had to squeeze with many people at the queue to GET IN THE DAMN PLACE. so we waited. Girls hair was constantly flicking in my face and i had to hold on to my sis. for some reason, to her it looked like i couldn't breathe, that i was suffocating, most probably because i wasn't actually tall enough to put my head up to reach the air above. Actually, i was absolutely fine. it was even cool where my face was, below everyone else's because hello? cool air sinks? so yeah, and at my height, i could totally scrutanise everyone else's outfit without being stared at. Of course there are a few other anecdotes with that night, but i'm not going into that.
Basically, all you guys out there and all thse girls out there who make fun of my height or tease me, realise that i got a good thing going on here. Oh and also, the teasing has no effect, cuz I LOVE BEING SHORT!!!!
damn i'm positive today. god knows why. oh wells. yeah. so now that i've talked about the height thing, it's done.
p.s. a little confession?: thought i'm totally fine about my height and joke about it and all, sometimes it randomly hits me HOW short i am. it just comes out of nowhere and i don't feel bad or anything, but its just like whoa! and it doens't come when i see 9 year-olds at my height. just to let you know. cuz i'm fine with that. so yeah.
shini
Picture this if you will: A very crowded MRT carriage(probably the green or red line), and most of the men are at least 1.6 something and up. The ladies, at the most, 1.5msomething and up.Amidst all of them, is a young female, who stands at 1.48m. Yes, i proclaim it here, that is my height. And if you're wondering exactly how tall that is, take 1 and a half 1m rulers, and deduct that annoying 2 cm. Now, because this person is below average height of the people in the carriage, all she sees to her immediate 270 degrees is clothing. She reaches to the very tall man's waist, and the average man's chest or shoulders. Nearly to the height of the women.(unless they're wearing heels of course). So people then automatically assume that she doesn't have very much air to breathe down there. Actually, she's perfectly fine. Unlike all the rest of the passengers, who are mostly of similar height, she doesn't have to fight with another face at the same"altitude" for air. At the most, some woman's hair may flick in her face. That's all. Plus, its a whole lot easier for her to duck beneath and squeeze through people to get out.
This kind of scenario was what i faced at a concert. I went with my sis D, and her friends, A, S, G and T. D and A and i, for some stupid reason wanted to get as close to the stage as we could, meaning the mosh pit. Before that could even happen, we had to squeeze with many people at the queue to GET IN THE DAMN PLACE. so we waited. Girls hair was constantly flicking in my face and i had to hold on to my sis. for some reason, to her it looked like i couldn't breathe, that i was suffocating, most probably because i wasn't actually tall enough to put my head up to reach the air above. Actually, i was absolutely fine. it was even cool where my face was, below everyone else's because hello? cool air sinks? so yeah, and at my height, i could totally scrutanise everyone else's outfit without being stared at. Of course there are a few other anecdotes with that night, but i'm not going into that.
Basically, all you guys out there and all thse girls out there who make fun of my height or tease me, realise that i got a good thing going on here. Oh and also, the teasing has no effect, cuz I LOVE BEING SHORT!!!!
damn i'm positive today. god knows why. oh wells. yeah. so now that i've talked about the height thing, it's done.
p.s. a little confession?: thought i'm totally fine about my height and joke about it and all, sometimes it randomly hits me HOW short i am. it just comes out of nowhere and i don't feel bad or anything, but its just like whoa! and it doens't come when i see 9 year-olds at my height. just to let you know. cuz i'm fine with that. so yeah.
shini
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
why does this keep happening to me? seriously why. I mean its not like i don't take care, i'm VERY careful!!! but this keeps happening. and its quite embarrassing. it'd be hilarious if it weren't so painful. god what i wouldn't give or it to go away permanently and just NOT bother me. sigh. i think i'm just condemned to my fate. notice, not resigned but condemned because i am NOT happy about it. sigh. since noone knows what the HELL i'm talking about, i shall shut up abt it now. so yes. i'm going to work. bye
Sunday, March 15, 2009
rain
Today, though it was hideously hot in the morning and afternoon, when the time for our picnic rolled around, of course the rain clouds would appear. i felt that people were somewhat reluctant to carry out the picnic as planned at ECP, but mummydearest really really wanted to have it there, because she, like me, loves the beach. To give her credit, the drizzling DID stop. eventually. i think everyone had a great time and there was enough food, such that we didn't even have to buy more from MacDs, like we've had to do so previously. Plus, since we had 6 extra beach chairs, pretty much everyone was comfortable. AJ was a genius, becuase she brought this food warmer thingy with charcoal, kinda like a portable bbq pit, so that we could heat up the otah otah and the chicken curry. And mama's idea to bring our century-old"boombox" as G would call it was brilliant, though it required like 20 batteries to keep it going for the whole night. It helped that there were radio stations that ran hindi music, and that it was a sat, since the m'sian station, doesn't have hindi music on sun.
The rain kept everything wet and damp, but it was also wonderfully cool, not at all muggy or humid. The sky was strangely pinkish grey(to me anyway), and i've entrusted G with the responsibility of finding out why this is so from his geog teacher, since i no longer am in verbal contact with mine. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was the lightning that kept appearing throughout the night. You couldn't really see it from our spot exactly, except that yous aw the sky lighting up. But if you sat at the bence a little further away, which 4 of us did, since it was closer to the beach area, you could actually see the shape of the lightning strike, off int he distance, alarmingly close to those many lights at sea, signifying the many boats and ships docked out there. Strangely enough, the lighning, didn't look pure white, the way it always looked, but slightly pinkish-purplish. Again, i was wondering what's up.
I love it when it rains but something that has never failed to freak me out is lightning. Thunder not so much, not the howling wind or the sheets and sheets of water. Lightning really scared me, probably because u never knew when it was going to happen, it was extremely extremely fast, and it was powerful. It was pure electricity!(i don't know the exact terms but you know what i mean!) I mean if that's not scary i don't know what is. And what made it worse was the knowledge that i had hat singapore had the highest number of lightning strikes IN THE WORLD. I kid you not. One of the few things spore is top in the world for and it has to be THIS. This life-threatening thing! Rain, is lovley and wet, and yes, you can get sick from playing in it, but its fun. Lightning just makes it not fun, no matter which way you look at it. In the end, at around 11 something, when the rain began again, we left and this time since i couldn't really SEE the lightning, i enjoyed it. the rain i mean.
Okay, this is SO not relevant, but i just wanted to put this down. You know you and someone(can be anyone, friend, relative, whatever), is close when both of you enjoy "bitching" or "making remarks" about passing people, as you people-watch, together, even though the number of people walking is down to a trickle since its late at night at the beach. Also, something else, whisle i am more clear about uni life and education, i am even MORE confused and undecided on what my major should be. I'd love for it to be sociology but my parents prefer me to do political science because they think the socio degree is nothing short of useless. worse still, previously i had thought the confusion was between thses two choices but now i'm also considering geography! talking to the prof today the booth, and seeing the modules, reminds me how much i'm interested in geography. Maybe i could do it as minors? well, i don't know. I do know that again i've run out of steam and am strangely sleepy, plus my arm hurts, probably from carrying the barang barang for the picnic-GOD I'M UNFIT AND PATHETIC. PLUS I'VE PUT ON SO MUCH WEIGHT ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY. I HAVE TO LOSE AT LEAST 5 KG I SWEAR. but i have like zero discipline whenit comes to dieting. starving can. if im stressed or if i have my monthly friend, but cannot diet. exercising, maybe, if i really and truly drag myself there. sigh. going off to wallow in self-pity. byes!
shini
The rain kept everything wet and damp, but it was also wonderfully cool, not at all muggy or humid. The sky was strangely pinkish grey(to me anyway), and i've entrusted G with the responsibility of finding out why this is so from his geog teacher, since i no longer am in verbal contact with mine. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was the lightning that kept appearing throughout the night. You couldn't really see it from our spot exactly, except that yous aw the sky lighting up. But if you sat at the bence a little further away, which 4 of us did, since it was closer to the beach area, you could actually see the shape of the lightning strike, off int he distance, alarmingly close to those many lights at sea, signifying the many boats and ships docked out there. Strangely enough, the lighning, didn't look pure white, the way it always looked, but slightly pinkish-purplish. Again, i was wondering what's up.
I love it when it rains but something that has never failed to freak me out is lightning. Thunder not so much, not the howling wind or the sheets and sheets of water. Lightning really scared me, probably because u never knew when it was going to happen, it was extremely extremely fast, and it was powerful. It was pure electricity!(i don't know the exact terms but you know what i mean!) I mean if that's not scary i don't know what is. And what made it worse was the knowledge that i had hat singapore had the highest number of lightning strikes IN THE WORLD. I kid you not. One of the few things spore is top in the world for and it has to be THIS. This life-threatening thing! Rain, is lovley and wet, and yes, you can get sick from playing in it, but its fun. Lightning just makes it not fun, no matter which way you look at it. In the end, at around 11 something, when the rain began again, we left and this time since i couldn't really SEE the lightning, i enjoyed it. the rain i mean.
Okay, this is SO not relevant, but i just wanted to put this down. You know you and someone(can be anyone, friend, relative, whatever), is close when both of you enjoy "bitching" or "making remarks" about passing people, as you people-watch, together, even though the number of people walking is down to a trickle since its late at night at the beach. Also, something else, whisle i am more clear about uni life and education, i am even MORE confused and undecided on what my major should be. I'd love for it to be sociology but my parents prefer me to do political science because they think the socio degree is nothing short of useless. worse still, previously i had thought the confusion was between thses two choices but now i'm also considering geography! talking to the prof today the booth, and seeing the modules, reminds me how much i'm interested in geography. Maybe i could do it as minors? well, i don't know. I do know that again i've run out of steam and am strangely sleepy, plus my arm hurts, probably from carrying the barang barang for the picnic-GOD I'M UNFIT AND PATHETIC. PLUS I'VE PUT ON SO MUCH WEIGHT ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY. I HAVE TO LOSE AT LEAST 5 KG I SWEAR. but i have like zero discipline whenit comes to dieting. starving can. if im stressed or if i have my monthly friend, but cannot diet. exercising, maybe, if i really and truly drag myself there. sigh. going off to wallow in self-pity. byes!
shini
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Drama
What is it about drama serials that make us addicted? because i have realised that it doesn't matter if you can't speak the language in which the drama is acted out in, or whether there are subtitles or not, or whether the drama is based in this era or not. people you never ever thought would be addicted to a drama show, are! I myself have succumbed to the "mind-numbness" that is drama serials. I'm talking about all kinds here. The really dramatic ones, and those that play down the theatrics.
My cousin, when she had gone overseas, asked me to watch this serial, called kasamh se, on zee tv, just for a week to tell her about what had happened. i did, thinking there could be no harm in it. i watched it, and was hooked! To just about everything! The prepostrous story, the twists and turns, the ridiculous camera tricks and the pretty blothes and make-up! My sister made fun but let me tell you the show had its uses. My mother after dinner was over would watch with me and she realised that it was so mind-numbing that she could relax after a day of work!
of course not all dramas are such that nothing much happens after like a week's worth of episodes. American dramas like grey's anatomy and one of my fav's bones, moves quite fast. Miss one and u're quite doomed! But it all comes down to the same question, which is why are we so drawn to drama? I may have said before, that indian filmwriters probably draw from their own family drama when they come up with storylines, but it begs the question: if our own lives are so filled with drama, why do we persist on watching shows which are even more complicated?
I think we do so, because, maybe sub-consciously, we know that ultimately, even with their scrapes and troubles in dramas(be it the theatrical ones or really good ones), at the end of the day, everything's alright. There WILL be a happy ending because even though sophisticated western audiences refuse to admit it, we all like happy endings. it probably gives most of us hope that, like a drama show that lasts 8 seasons, at the end, they have a happy ending, after growing as people. This applies more to tv then movies becasue its longer, more detailed, more drawn out and regular, kinda like our lives. Plus it gives us something to look foward to after an awful day at work/school.
So i think dramas, no matter how ridiculous some can be, at least they entertain, and give hope.
shini
My cousin, when she had gone overseas, asked me to watch this serial, called kasamh se, on zee tv, just for a week to tell her about what had happened. i did, thinking there could be no harm in it. i watched it, and was hooked! To just about everything! The prepostrous story, the twists and turns, the ridiculous camera tricks and the pretty blothes and make-up! My sister made fun but let me tell you the show had its uses. My mother after dinner was over would watch with me and she realised that it was so mind-numbing that she could relax after a day of work!
of course not all dramas are such that nothing much happens after like a week's worth of episodes. American dramas like grey's anatomy and one of my fav's bones, moves quite fast. Miss one and u're quite doomed! But it all comes down to the same question, which is why are we so drawn to drama? I may have said before, that indian filmwriters probably draw from their own family drama when they come up with storylines, but it begs the question: if our own lives are so filled with drama, why do we persist on watching shows which are even more complicated?
I think we do so, because, maybe sub-consciously, we know that ultimately, even with their scrapes and troubles in dramas(be it the theatrical ones or really good ones), at the end of the day, everything's alright. There WILL be a happy ending because even though sophisticated western audiences refuse to admit it, we all like happy endings. it probably gives most of us hope that, like a drama show that lasts 8 seasons, at the end, they have a happy ending, after growing as people. This applies more to tv then movies becasue its longer, more detailed, more drawn out and regular, kinda like our lives. Plus it gives us something to look foward to after an awful day at work/school.
So i think dramas, no matter how ridiculous some can be, at least they entertain, and give hope.
shini
Nothing is on my mind except that i'm really really bored. I really should go and do something, but i can't think of anything, plus i'm feeling too lazy. I'm not even hungry even though i haen't eaten anything for the whole day till this point in time. sigh. I actually want to go shopping but, of ocurse no money to spend. I want to see a movie, but again, no money for it! Money does make the world go round. I totally understand how people would do the wildest things for money. makes total sense to me. By the way, this is the first time where i'm blogging out of sheer boredom. I don't have anything specific to say, i'm just typing for the sake of typing. So whatever comes to my mind, i type. hence, don't expect anything very coherent. or easy to follow. okay, i think im tired of trying to sound interesting, while at the same time, just going with the flow of my thoughts. Its too complicated. I may go off soon. Oh! did you hear the gossip that hayden pannitteare(from the show Heroes), wants to get her co-star and ex-boyfriend Milo V-something off the show? Apparently she doesn't want him around. In fact, she was the one who broke up with him because she was tired of him. it is cited that the 12 year age gap( she's 19, he's 31), was the reason they broke up. WELL DUH???!!!! Even I could see that one coming! He's in the middle of his life, all settled with his career and production company, while she's just starting out in her life and is young and wants to party and have fun! which idiot gets tied down with someone 12 years older than her, when she herself isn't even an adult yet!!!! But really, even though she realsied that they don't have much in common with each other, its no reason to want him off the SHOW!!!! That is plain unprofessional.
Okay. i've run out of steam. I think i'm going to eat now. bye!
shini
Okay. i've run out of steam. I think i'm going to eat now. bye!
shini
Monday, March 9, 2009
A dream is a wish your heart makes
I was listening to songs, and this phrase from this song came up and i thought i would share it on my blog. I could talk about so many more things, but i think its time for a little more lighthearted stuff. "A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep". And you know what, i think its true. Those dreams i had about my grades and results day, obviously reflected what my self was thinking. Those dreams i had bout my extended family meeting, obviously reflected the fact that i missed them. I know that i have mentioned dreams before and that everyone knows that your dreams are a reflection of our sub-consciousness, but i think its better if we think of our dreams as being wishes. Its definitely a hell of a lot more positive and easy to understand than the previous fact. So now, im going to try to put up a video from youtube, but if u fail to see a video up, please forgive me.
On another note, i would like to announce a revelation i had. I had been feeling that damn, i should have gotten an A for my geog. What i failed to realise earlier is that its the journey not eh grades that count. For my other subjects,(lit, econs, gp and bio),i hadn't even come close to the grades i had actually gotten for A's, in two years!i had never passed econs, never even gotten past a C in lit, could not for the life of me get ebyond the B for gp and don't even talk about bio. I admit, i was complacent about geog so i deserved it. So i should be esctatic about my grades because i wasn't even sure i had it IN me. When i had this revelation, the happy tears i thought would be released on fri, gushed out today. Because i actually DID IT!!!! So i just wanted to say that in writing here.
shini
p.s. really hope the video is posted up.
On another note, i would like to announce a revelation i had. I had been feeling that damn, i should have gotten an A for my geog. What i failed to realise earlier is that its the journey not eh grades that count. For my other subjects,(lit, econs, gp and bio),i hadn't even come close to the grades i had actually gotten for A's, in two years!i had never passed econs, never even gotten past a C in lit, could not for the life of me get ebyond the B for gp and don't even talk about bio. I admit, i was complacent about geog so i deserved it. So i should be esctatic about my grades because i wasn't even sure i had it IN me. When i had this revelation, the happy tears i thought would be released on fri, gushed out today. Because i actually DID IT!!!! So i just wanted to say that in writing here.
shini
p.s. really hope the video is posted up.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Its over.....or is it?
Well well, the results are out. ill talk about that first before i move on to the what's next part. Well, i did a lot better that i had expected. I thought i would get like my prelim results which my sister says was D U D E E. I personally couldn't remember anything about the whole of last year's grades but i do rememebr the feeling of absolute dread wheever i thought realistically about my possible results. Since i am happy about what i god, i shall post my results on the blog. A B B for lit, geog and econs respectively, C for h1 bio and A for GP. Of course counting the B for pw, i calculated about 80.5 for my university points. Upon 90. Which i think is a HUGE improvement from the past 2 years, where my best ever was like 53 points and the worst, 39.
It also turns out that i was not the only one who thought i'd have to re-take. If i'm not mistaken, both my parents and my sister thought i'd fail and have to re-take as well. While it IS partly my own fault for telling everyone that i have serious doubts about my performance and "scaring" them, it doesn't mean that they should completely have no hope for me right? Maybe i'm being too sensitive and reading too much into it but it kind of stings a little. I guess everything turned out for the best because i have decent grades and i THINK i can get into the course of my choice(which is another story altogether). Personally i'm quite proud of myself because this is the best i've ever done in all my education life and i was so scared it'd be like o levels again, where i regret and wish i had studied more. Of course i wish that i had gotten an A for geog, but bloody hell, i have no idea where the A for eng lit came from!!! So yes, i guess, this part of my life is good and everyone congratulated me. So at least everyone's happy for me!
Now, the next story. My future. I'm an arts person, so of course my only goal is to go into the faculty of arts and social sciences in any university, though of course, preferably NUS, since they have the most variety of subject options. Now, I'm interested in the following subjects: political science, psychology, sociology and geography(worst come to worst). Im the msot interested in the middle 2 subs. To tell the truth, i only chose political science, because yes, i am somewhat interested in foreign relations and diplomacy and international studies and apparetnly political science is the route there but mainly i chose it because its the only subject i can think of that has a clear career path. I'm probably being very naive by saying this, but i'm hoping that IF(touch wood) i get in, and do political science, i can slowly pay my way through grad school at the S. Rajaratnam's School of International Studies and Diplomacy and maybe get into the MFA(Ministry of Foreign Affairs). As i am writing this, i can even see how stupid and naive i sound but i don't care. However, i have also realsied that i am actually quite interested in sociology and maybe even psychology and i might want to major in either of them. However, Singaporeans, and my parents being practical people, say that those degrees will not allow you to earn much money. I agree, that income and the probability of earning good money so that you don't struggle through life is very important factor for choosing a career and before that, a degree. However, the very same people can also turn around and say to make sure to choose something that you like, that you enjoy and want to learn about. Is it me or are they being a little contradictory? I really don't get it and am very pissed off. Espeecially when people like my parents are telling me that the courses i want to choose will not allow me to earn much money. I mean when other adults like aunties, uncles, cousins, and parent's friends give me their opinion about my choice, and tell me that oh, not a good idea, i'm fine. I take it with a pinch of salt and i really listen to their advice. but my parents! they're teachers, and they're telling me that i'll end up earning low pay at a ministry. They went into a career which required them to actually HAVE interest and passion for their job and they're telling me to be practical. I know spore doesn't have a culture of going to psychologists, i think its an asian thing but if i'm really into it, and strive to get a Masters and maybe even PhD, i can go overseas to set up a practice or work work woth an MNC. Remember, we're becoming global?
Which is why I'm currently extremely unsettled and unhappy and confused and angry. people ask me what i want to do and I DON'T FREAKING KNOW!!!! They always expect students of this day and age to have decided on their career path by the age of 16 and when they come across a student who has no idea, they're like, what's wrong with you? aren't yous erious about your future? I BLOODY AM WHICH IS WHY I AM FREAKING OUT ABOUT MY INDECISIVENESS!!!!!!
I think i need to calm down. All i can think about these days is what the freaking hell am i going to do with my life. At the same time remembering to apply for uni, for the right faculties and praying that i get into the one i really want and repeatedly telling my mother that i'm not going ot apply for smu law because i won't get in, the interview is scaring me and i DON'T WANT TO DO LAW! I'm going now, before i start verbally freaking out and cursing everybody in my path. I think i'm going to eat. bye children.
shini
It also turns out that i was not the only one who thought i'd have to re-take. If i'm not mistaken, both my parents and my sister thought i'd fail and have to re-take as well. While it IS partly my own fault for telling everyone that i have serious doubts about my performance and "scaring" them, it doesn't mean that they should completely have no hope for me right? Maybe i'm being too sensitive and reading too much into it but it kind of stings a little. I guess everything turned out for the best because i have decent grades and i THINK i can get into the course of my choice(which is another story altogether). Personally i'm quite proud of myself because this is the best i've ever done in all my education life and i was so scared it'd be like o levels again, where i regret and wish i had studied more. Of course i wish that i had gotten an A for geog, but bloody hell, i have no idea where the A for eng lit came from!!! So yes, i guess, this part of my life is good and everyone congratulated me. So at least everyone's happy for me!
Now, the next story. My future. I'm an arts person, so of course my only goal is to go into the faculty of arts and social sciences in any university, though of course, preferably NUS, since they have the most variety of subject options. Now, I'm interested in the following subjects: political science, psychology, sociology and geography(worst come to worst). Im the msot interested in the middle 2 subs. To tell the truth, i only chose political science, because yes, i am somewhat interested in foreign relations and diplomacy and international studies and apparetnly political science is the route there but mainly i chose it because its the only subject i can think of that has a clear career path. I'm probably being very naive by saying this, but i'm hoping that IF(touch wood) i get in, and do political science, i can slowly pay my way through grad school at the S. Rajaratnam's School of International Studies and Diplomacy and maybe get into the MFA(Ministry of Foreign Affairs). As i am writing this, i can even see how stupid and naive i sound but i don't care. However, i have also realsied that i am actually quite interested in sociology and maybe even psychology and i might want to major in either of them. However, Singaporeans, and my parents being practical people, say that those degrees will not allow you to earn much money. I agree, that income and the probability of earning good money so that you don't struggle through life is very important factor for choosing a career and before that, a degree. However, the very same people can also turn around and say to make sure to choose something that you like, that you enjoy and want to learn about. Is it me or are they being a little contradictory? I really don't get it and am very pissed off. Espeecially when people like my parents are telling me that the courses i want to choose will not allow me to earn much money. I mean when other adults like aunties, uncles, cousins, and parent's friends give me their opinion about my choice, and tell me that oh, not a good idea, i'm fine. I take it with a pinch of salt and i really listen to their advice. but my parents! they're teachers, and they're telling me that i'll end up earning low pay at a ministry. They went into a career which required them to actually HAVE interest and passion for their job and they're telling me to be practical. I know spore doesn't have a culture of going to psychologists, i think its an asian thing but if i'm really into it, and strive to get a Masters and maybe even PhD, i can go overseas to set up a practice or work work woth an MNC. Remember, we're becoming global?
Which is why I'm currently extremely unsettled and unhappy and confused and angry. people ask me what i want to do and I DON'T FREAKING KNOW!!!! They always expect students of this day and age to have decided on their career path by the age of 16 and when they come across a student who has no idea, they're like, what's wrong with you? aren't yous erious about your future? I BLOODY AM WHICH IS WHY I AM FREAKING OUT ABOUT MY INDECISIVENESS!!!!!!
I think i need to calm down. All i can think about these days is what the freaking hell am i going to do with my life. At the same time remembering to apply for uni, for the right faculties and praying that i get into the one i really want and repeatedly telling my mother that i'm not going ot apply for smu law because i won't get in, the interview is scaring me and i DON'T WANT TO DO LAW! I'm going now, before i start verbally freaking out and cursing everybody in my path. I think i'm going to eat. bye children.
shini
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Random nonsense
Happen to be looking through my old notes i had written on facebook and found the first one that i wrote. I realised it really was very me so i thought i would put it up here.
Random nonsense about me off the top of my head:
1. Books allow me to travel to different places and worlds such that even though I've never been there, I feel like I know all about them
2.I think I'm drawn to way too much black clothing, On the other hand, i don't really HAVE a lot of black clothes. strange huh?
3. Though people constantly tease me about my height, i truly embrace my height, or lack thereof.
4. I'm addicted to buy and shopping for shoes. and jewellery.
5. I wanna learn to mix drinks well and this startles my mother.
6. I love dancing and according to many people, I AM constantly dancing.
7. I adore infants and young children or as my sister says, "small people".
8. I tend to cry when i see other people crying, even in movies and shows.
9. I want to set up a blog but have no idea how.
10. I'm a class A worrier, even though I know its a waste of time.
11. Writing these notes seems weird to me, especially when people can read it.
12. Instead of chocolate, chips are my comfort junk food. seriously, i can eat A LOT.
13. Comedies truly make my day, even the short ones.
14. Like my dear friend Wei lin, i love the smell of rain.
15. On that previous note, i also want to dance in the rain, barefoot.
16. You'd be surprised at how thick-skinned i am.
17.Dear god this is hard. I simply CANNOT come up with random quirky facts about myself! Maybe I'm not as random as i thought i was.
18. I must live with someone who can kill or get rid off lizards, cockroaches and mice. Because i'd probably cry if i had to do it myself.
19. i actually had thought of being an author when i was a kid. i even wrote a short stoory about a family obsessed with vegetables and had a second and third story to follow it. Boy was i idealistic back then.
20. Music that makes me dance, is essential to me, because it's the only thing that cheers me up when i'm down.
21. whoopee! i'm almost done! The really annoying thing is that AFTER i squeeze random facts about myself to finish 25 things, 50 random things'll pop up in my head.
22. i like black, because it REALLY slims you down! And i like pink, because it's just so damn uplifting and anyone can wear it!
23. My lips are small, giving the impression that my mouth is small, but let me tell you, it is huge! i can fit a whole sushi piece quite comfortably inside.
24. As you've probably guessed from the above, i can be quite a messy eater, to the point that my sister has forbade me from eating certain foods when i'm out with people other than family.
25. The final "random" thing about me? i'm actually quite shy, but since secondary and junior college, i really had to come out of my comfort zone and make friends, and i'm very glad i did otherwise i would never have met all the wonderful people i know. i love you guys!!!
The stuff in pink is from the note. I copied it wholesale, which is why one of them isn't true. let me add one one, to counter the untrue one.(9)
26. I really really want to learn latin ballroom, like the rhumba and salsa, but i'm scared that i don't have the right attitude for it. Plus, I'm worried i won't have a partner.
There, the last one. I thought that thinking random thoughts might keep me cheerful till D-Day. It's sort of working. For those of you getting tired of listening to me go on about my A level results on friday, feel free to visit other websites. I'm not apologising for fretting about something THIS important on my own blog for goodness sake!
So yes, i am technically about a day away from my results. To all those A level results receivers out there, start making plans for friday, for after you get the results. Because, either way, one shouldn't be alone. All the best, friends. And remember, its not the end of the world.
loves,
shini
Random nonsense about me off the top of my head:
1. Books allow me to travel to different places and worlds such that even though I've never been there, I feel like I know all about them
2.I think I'm drawn to way too much black clothing, On the other hand, i don't really HAVE a lot of black clothes. strange huh?
3. Though people constantly tease me about my height, i truly embrace my height, or lack thereof.
4. I'm addicted to buy and shopping for shoes. and jewellery.
5. I wanna learn to mix drinks well and this startles my mother.
6. I love dancing and according to many people, I AM constantly dancing.
7. I adore infants and young children or as my sister says, "small people".
8. I tend to cry when i see other people crying, even in movies and shows.
9. I want to set up a blog but have no idea how.
10. I'm a class A worrier, even though I know its a waste of time.
11. Writing these notes seems weird to me, especially when people can read it.
12. Instead of chocolate, chips are my comfort junk food. seriously, i can eat A LOT.
13. Comedies truly make my day, even the short ones.
14. Like my dear friend Wei lin, i love the smell of rain.
15. On that previous note, i also want to dance in the rain, barefoot.
16. You'd be surprised at how thick-skinned i am.
17.Dear god this is hard. I simply CANNOT come up with random quirky facts about myself! Maybe I'm not as random as i thought i was.
18. I must live with someone who can kill or get rid off lizards, cockroaches and mice. Because i'd probably cry if i had to do it myself.
19. i actually had thought of being an author when i was a kid. i even wrote a short stoory about a family obsessed with vegetables and had a second and third story to follow it. Boy was i idealistic back then.
20. Music that makes me dance, is essential to me, because it's the only thing that cheers me up when i'm down.
21. whoopee! i'm almost done! The really annoying thing is that AFTER i squeeze random facts about myself to finish 25 things, 50 random things'll pop up in my head.
22. i like black, because it REALLY slims you down! And i like pink, because it's just so damn uplifting and anyone can wear it!
23. My lips are small, giving the impression that my mouth is small, but let me tell you, it is huge! i can fit a whole sushi piece quite comfortably inside.
24. As you've probably guessed from the above, i can be quite a messy eater, to the point that my sister has forbade me from eating certain foods when i'm out with people other than family.
25. The final "random" thing about me? i'm actually quite shy, but since secondary and junior college, i really had to come out of my comfort zone and make friends, and i'm very glad i did otherwise i would never have met all the wonderful people i know. i love you guys!!!
The stuff in pink is from the note. I copied it wholesale, which is why one of them isn't true. let me add one one, to counter the untrue one.(9)
26. I really really want to learn latin ballroom, like the rhumba and salsa, but i'm scared that i don't have the right attitude for it. Plus, I'm worried i won't have a partner.
There, the last one. I thought that thinking random thoughts might keep me cheerful till D-Day. It's sort of working. For those of you getting tired of listening to me go on about my A level results on friday, feel free to visit other websites. I'm not apologising for fretting about something THIS important on my own blog for goodness sake!
So yes, i am technically about a day away from my results. To all those A level results receivers out there, start making plans for friday, for after you get the results. Because, either way, one shouldn't be alone. All the best, friends. And remember, its not the end of the world.
loves,
shini
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Update
Just thought i'd update myself of how i feel about the results, at least before they arrive. I think all that worrying and frettting has tired me out. Right now i can't be bothered about the damn thing. Really. Of course this sentiment might change tomorrow, but as of right this very moment, i trully couldn't care less about the results. I think that's what waiting and anticipation and fretting does to you. You just have spent so much pondering and wondering that, you can't be bothered anymore. No doubt, on the day itself, i'll be freaking out. But it's nice to know that, right now, i'm comfortable. Its a nice feeling of sorts i think. Plus it doesn't help that time seems to be moving so slowly it could actually be moving backwards. Of course, this just goes for me. When i sat down to dinner, i almost freaked out because i saw fish curry and omlette and i thought it was monday(we're vegetarian on mondays and thursdays), but then i realised that it was tuesday. so it made sense. the little story above was an example of how time seems to be movng backwards for me, in case people were wondering what that little anecdote was for.*smiles*
Anyway, i'm all blogged out. I have emptied my thoughts. So i'll be off. ta's!
shini
Anyway, i'm all blogged out. I have emptied my thoughts. So i'll be off. ta's!
shini
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Teaching
Being the daughter of 2 teachers, i know a little something about what the teaching profession offers in reference to one's personal life. People(usually adults) have asked if i would become a teacher. And ever since i was young enough to make observations and realise i was making observations, i have always adamantly said "NO!". I never want to be a teacher, and hope i never will. No doubt is is an admirable and noble job, and it IS a recession-proof job, and its a job that can be found anywhere in the world, especially when you are proficient in the English language and have the certificates to prove it. However, even when presented will all those arguements, i still will NEVER be a teacher. I will begin to elaborate why it is not appealing to me. I think it's a thankless job. Students barely remember you, you have to take home work almost all the time, you're on your feet for half the day, trying to educate a bunch of kids who'd rather be outside playing or on the computer(depending on what level you teach), who are constantly talking while you talk, and you spend the other half of your day coming up with lessons and paperwork. Granted my arguements against teaching sound simple and unconvincing. But it is these things that reming me that the profession is simply not for me.
And no matter what anybody says, the pay is definitely NOT equivalent to the work that is expected from the teachers. Not only that, but in terms of societal opinion, it goes either way. Around half think that the profession is highly respected and valued, while the other half look down on the job. What matters is what school and what kind of school the teacher teaches in. So it can't be denied that teaching does have flaws and its disadvantages. And i'm not saying that whoever wants to be a teacher and those who ARE teachers out there are crazy for putting their sanity and health on the line for going into teaching(though it may seem like i am). If a person really and truly enjoys teaching, and gets something out of the job, then by all means, go ahead. I'm just saying why it's not for me. However, i cannot stand it when individuals take a scholarship that makes them bonded to MOE to teach, when they have no interest whatsoever in teaching. When they do that, they are just burdening themselves. Especially when it affects theire actual teaching and outlook on life, which is then presented to their students. This dosn't paint a very nice picture of themselves for the students. It may affect how the students feel towards that particular teacher.
Anyway, all those arguements against teaching already existed BEFORE technology became so advanced and even students could get blogs. Now that students DO have blogs, its a lot worse. Students that have no regard for anyone go on their blogs and vent about teachers scolding them for things that they really SHOULD be scolded for and be utterly vile creatures. and they even think that teachers will never find them in the vast space that is the net, but they do and then they feel hurt and some might even lose that "want" to care about their students and that's the worst part. Usually, the younger teachers may not be broken so easily but the older teacehers, if it has happened to them before, time and time again, then they can be broken. Spirit is very important, especially for a job like teaching. So for all those ungrateful students out there, who are dissing their teachers on their blogs, smirking, thinking that they're not doing any harm, you're wrong. Because, you are and you have broken at least one teacher's spirit already, if not more. Yes i talk about my teachers, my ex-teachers but i only can't stand one teacher in my life. And in fact for that one teacher, i feel more pity than hatred for her. Teachers should be respected and maybe even revered. One thing's for sure, they should not be foul-mouthed by ignorant and disgusting know-it-alls. And that's my last word on the subject.
shini
And no matter what anybody says, the pay is definitely NOT equivalent to the work that is expected from the teachers. Not only that, but in terms of societal opinion, it goes either way. Around half think that the profession is highly respected and valued, while the other half look down on the job. What matters is what school and what kind of school the teacher teaches in. So it can't be denied that teaching does have flaws and its disadvantages. And i'm not saying that whoever wants to be a teacher and those who ARE teachers out there are crazy for putting their sanity and health on the line for going into teaching(though it may seem like i am). If a person really and truly enjoys teaching, and gets something out of the job, then by all means, go ahead. I'm just saying why it's not for me. However, i cannot stand it when individuals take a scholarship that makes them bonded to MOE to teach, when they have no interest whatsoever in teaching. When they do that, they are just burdening themselves. Especially when it affects theire actual teaching and outlook on life, which is then presented to their students. This dosn't paint a very nice picture of themselves for the students. It may affect how the students feel towards that particular teacher.
Anyway, all those arguements against teaching already existed BEFORE technology became so advanced and even students could get blogs. Now that students DO have blogs, its a lot worse. Students that have no regard for anyone go on their blogs and vent about teachers scolding them for things that they really SHOULD be scolded for and be utterly vile creatures. and they even think that teachers will never find them in the vast space that is the net, but they do and then they feel hurt and some might even lose that "want" to care about their students and that's the worst part. Usually, the younger teachers may not be broken so easily but the older teacehers, if it has happened to them before, time and time again, then they can be broken. Spirit is very important, especially for a job like teaching. So for all those ungrateful students out there, who are dissing their teachers on their blogs, smirking, thinking that they're not doing any harm, you're wrong. Because, you are and you have broken at least one teacher's spirit already, if not more. Yes i talk about my teachers, my ex-teachers but i only can't stand one teacher in my life. And in fact for that one teacher, i feel more pity than hatred for her. Teachers should be respected and maybe even revered. One thing's for sure, they should not be foul-mouthed by ignorant and disgusting know-it-alls. And that's my last word on the subject.
shini
Monday, March 2, 2009
Food and Shadows
I think i've talked about food before, and i think i've stated that yes, i'd eat most kinds of food, at least to try for the first time, except raw food meat and cretures and insects. Well, today, while i was watching thirsty traveller on discover travel and leisure, and they were showing all the weird foods he had eaten and the worst foods he had and i told my mum that i wouldn't mind TRYING some of the foods and she really freaked out saying that u should not be even thinking about it. i realised that, yes i would still try some of the foods, should i encounter them, like armadillo or bull's testicles, BUT, i can't eat anything that's been domesticated like hamsters or dog or cat or horse. it's just WRONG. And i repeat, i cannot and will not eat anything that is not cooked. It probably weird as to why i'm stating my food choices on my blog, but i do believe that if your faith allows you, you should be more adventurous with yout food choices. At least to try. I don't like sashimi, but i HAVE tried it. See, the problem with me is that i WILL woder what that strange dish tastes like, so in order to satisfy my curiousity, i try dishes my mother will absolutely not eat. Plus, i can always, say, that ha! i've tried it. Having experiences, is very important to me.
Anyway, i'll move on to my next observation: i LOVE MY SHADOW!! i swear, its the figure of me that i always wanted. My legs are long, and decent. Even my hips and thighs and waist looks good! i swear, i always feel a lot happier when i see it! stupid i know but i can't help it! Shadows always make me feel less lonely too. Like there's another person there while i walk home, keeping me company. Without the face, it actually SEEMS to be a whole other person, a person that's similar to me, but seperate at the same time . Again, strange i know. But then again, when you dig deep, the most normal of people can be weird too! And i wasn't normal-seeming to begin with!
Well, i've run out of things to say, so, i'm going off now! ta!
shini
Anyway, i'll move on to my next observation: i LOVE MY SHADOW!! i swear, its the figure of me that i always wanted. My legs are long, and decent. Even my hips and thighs and waist looks good! i swear, i always feel a lot happier when i see it! stupid i know but i can't help it! Shadows always make me feel less lonely too. Like there's another person there while i walk home, keeping me company. Without the face, it actually SEEMS to be a whole other person, a person that's similar to me, but seperate at the same time . Again, strange i know. But then again, when you dig deep, the most normal of people can be weird too! And i wasn't normal-seeming to begin with!
Well, i've run out of things to say, so, i'm going off now! ta!
shini
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