Saturday, June 28, 2008.

smo was horrendous. especially for such an easy paper. couldn't believe i spent 1.5 hrs trying to do a simple qn and still miss out the proof.

anyway, i want to talk on the trip to nus rather than the actual thing itself.

as usual, i went to nus alone (cause no one lives in the east) and got off at buona vista mrt, and made my way to the bus-stop. There, i prepared to take out some questions to spam, when i turned my head (trying to look out for the bus) and saw someone.

I won't mention him by name throughout this post.

He looked exactly the same, even after these years. Maybe he grew bigger, i do not know. But what struck me was that he ACTED the same even after these years (rather, less of the moving around like a hyperactive monkey and more of the screaming). He fidgeted a lot and kept walking up and down.

Suddenly, he went by the roadside, and screamed, "Why the hell am i here (in buona vista on a saturday morning) for?"

Everyone stared at him.

I tried NOT to stare at him.

He then vanished from sight, and then amazingly came back, much to my relief.

Initially I was worried that he was really lost, but my fears were hardly founded. He was also going for smo, and luckily he got on bus 95 when it came.

I predicted he would act like this. When I saw him coming towards me i roughly knew. But what I didn't predict was the screaming. that made me quite guilty as i sat there.

I knew him for 3 years. I wasn't the kindest of people to him (i was hardly kind to him), but I knew i wasn't kind and tried to treat him nicely (whenever i could). It was hardly his fault, yet (to say the truth) it wasn't our fault either.

Then we lost touch (to tell the truth I (with many others) didn't bother keeping in touch with him), and only periodically saw him. So i never got to communicate with him for 4 years (partly of choice), yet his impression was so strong (during the 3 years) when i saw him today i could instantly recognise him without hesitation.

What i felt guilty about was the part about helping him. I sat there, acting oblivious to him, although i recall there was once or twice where our eyes met, but he didn't recognise me and I didn't take the effort to say hi.

He needed help, i was certain of that. If i had went up and said hi to him i was sure that he wouldn't be so worried and lost as it was the case. Now i feel bad because i didn't go up to him and said hi. After all we were classmates, so i regret that very much.

the next time i meet him i am going to go up to him and say hi. no matter what.

Labels: Life

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Friday, June 27, 2008.

Went for scherzo yesterday and saw quite a number of people, including a benyong who obviously didn't feel in peace (he and classical music? hmmm.) and a eugenegan who surprisingly turned up (when we all thought he was there for a girlfriend, turned out otherwise).

Concert was ok, although i hoped there was more classical music (as in, i'm a purist so i am "allergic" to non-standard classical music like FEET-STOMPING).

After the concert, i went with yiyang to attempt to break into the dressing-room (he is mad like me), and i got locked in the stairwell AGAIN. (during renaissance someone locked me in there).

conclusion: yiyang is evil.

So there was school today, despite the claims that it was a staff training day. As in, it made no difference to me, cause i had to go back to sch anyway. Should have popped by at vivocity and/or sentosa if i had the time so i could run into the teachers.

And now an inequality question which sounds like it came out of a particular programme booklet.

Let a, c, e, g, h, i, k, n, o, t, u, y be real numbers, with (again) being a positive integer.

Solve this inequality:

Thank you once (again)! < 3

Labels: CCA, Life, school

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Monday, June 23, 2008.

comment: I never knew my prose writing skills improved so much, i could ACTUALLY create the correct intention. Let's just say, 2 people (+3 if you count the people I met in school earlier that day) know the truth. Plus a few hundred more seeing me walk down the streets of Raffles Place with her.

yeah it's not a real her, it's supposed to be an "it". well i was just bored and angry at socdoc. nicholassyn do you get it now? please, DON'T send me random emails at 10+ just to find out who my supposed "gf" is. people are not so free.

Anyway go for scherzo and like, keep me company leh.

I do have a lot of faith in the next batch, seriously. I hope they all can work hard to help us rise to greater heights (pun intended) so that at least I won't feel so worried. Yes I know I'm not a good example, but I hope if any of you sec3s see this, i hope you can be inspired to live up (or surpass) my expectations (like you so promisingly showed me a few times past). I trust the sec3s can do well and not misplace my trust in them.

Sec3s FTW.

Labels: CCA

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Sunday, June 22, 2008.

It was dusk. We stood, side by side, overlooking Orchard Road. As the drizzle gently fell onto us, I held her tightly in my hands. Sheltered her.

I looked straight into her.

We stood there for an hour or so, oblivious to the moving and ever-roaring traffic of people. And for a brief moment in that hour or so, time stopped.

And for the rest of that hour we just stood, watching everything pass by us.


I left after that hour, a happier man indeed.

PS. This is indeed real.






socdoc, i just hate you so much.




Now, the truth.

It was 7.25 pm. I and my videocamera stood, side by side, overlooking Orchard Road (and the ERP gantry). As the drizzle gently fell onto us, I held the videocamera tightly in my hands (so as to be able to actually film). Sheltered the videocamera (i mean duh, you shelter it so the video won't turn out so bad).

I looked straight into the screen of the videocamera.

I and my videocamera stood there for an hour or so (cause orchard road gantry turns off at 8+), oblivious to the moving and ever-roaring traffic of people (but definitely NOT to the traffic at Orchard Road). And for a brief moment in that hour or so, time stopped. (cause when you press record on the videocamera it lags for a short while).

And for the rest of that hour I and my videocamera just stood, watching everything pass by us (cause we ARE supposed to film that).

I left after that hour, a happier man indeed (I mean when you finish your project aren't you happier?).

yeah that's the truth. nothing else intended. seriously.

Labels: school

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