My mother got the teaching job. From the Ministry of Education to teach in a primary school.
Is that good or bad or evil? I mean she wants it a whole lot and she was repeating the whole interview and opening the letterbox everyday (for the first time) to check for the confirmation letter.
And guess what? Our oh so productive and effective government sent her a simple sms.
Which will mean I have lost my car rides to and fro from school. But Dad's going to send me to school everyday! Whee!
I guess I need to organise my time and prioritise with homework and other stuff. I NEED A DAILY PLANNER.
But what if I go wild or something? Like neglect my studies or hang out or wreck the place or set the whole place on fire? Unlikely, yes, but still.
Just when I thought my life was too boring to write about things heat up a little.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Licking Fingers
Topics I need to get out of my system:
1) Euthanasia
2) Contraceptives and Jabs and STD
3) BGRs
4) Tuition Homework
Today is a Monday, 17th of November, and Britain is wanting to promote jabs which causes their teenagers to become INFERTILE for three years.
Yesterday was Sunday and the invited preacher, an Elder of another church, was talking about Identity Beyond Sexuality. Which became more a topic on Sexuality and Homo-sexuality. and of course pornography and etc...
Following Saturday's Straits Times hollering about the euthanasia case in Italy where a dad who has kept his daughter on 16 years life-support because the church won't let him disconnect the feeding tube.
Which also included the sex-changed female who is now a male with a womb and is carrying their second baby.
Which is only half theirs since the male can't force his own into his vagina.
When there are hundreds of thousands of children who could be adopted in less waiting time than 9 months. Although putting those innocent minds into such fallen human corruption is no less than evil and torture to human beings. Other than making someone listen and watch the revised channel promoting HSM and Hannah and Camp-something. But how would I know? I don't even own cable.
So what is this world coming to? Just a final end and a heavenly banquet. I think we need a few more World Wars and total destruction of MTV and a NEW DICTATORSHIP in order for people like me to look up from our self-pity and actually go back to our roots back in the Garden of Eden.
Yes, fear my change the world plan.
Actually, fear my mental state more. I am listening to Loco Roco 2's advertisement with a sorrowful Waiting in the Weeds by the Eagles in the background. Erin, try it. You'll see where my mental degradation has led me.
On the brighter side, as Singapore wages war against the hourly rates of rooms on Joo Chiat Road to prevent sexual and sleazy activities although the smart alecs will head over to Geylang to finish their business transactions, CHRISTMAS IS COMING!
And I am playing Winter Wonderland by a bub called Merle Haggard (just clicking nice looking tracks) on YouTube.
But seriously! Admit it! The lighting and decorations on Orchard Road are designed by candy obsessed people who can't get the meaning of Christmas or good looking ornaments. I mean, at least presents rather than streets of candy hanging from trees and lamp posts pretending to be giant candy canes.
I have progressed to Silent Night. This guy's voice is quite nice and calming. When I'm supposed to be doing algebra.
Now I'm at Silver Bells.
There's no green and red feeling around or the feeling that there is Santa Claus and all his elves and Mrs. Claus. Although of course the whole meaning of Christmas is Jesus Christ being born even if not on the exact date of 25th December.
Perhaps Santa Claus is coming to town.
1) Euthanasia
2) Contraceptives and Jabs and STD
3) BGRs
4) Tuition Homework
Today is a Monday, 17th of November, and Britain is wanting to promote jabs which causes their teenagers to become INFERTILE for three years.
Yesterday was Sunday and the invited preacher, an Elder of another church, was talking about Identity Beyond Sexuality. Which became more a topic on Sexuality and Homo-sexuality. and of course pornography and etc...
Following Saturday's Straits Times hollering about the euthanasia case in Italy where a dad who has kept his daughter on 16 years life-support because the church won't let him disconnect the feeding tube.
Which also included the sex-changed female who is now a male with a womb and is carrying their second baby.
Which is only half theirs since the male can't force his own into his vagina.
When there are hundreds of thousands of children who could be adopted in less waiting time than 9 months. Although putting those innocent minds into such fallen human corruption is no less than evil and torture to human beings. Other than making someone listen and watch the revised channel promoting HSM and Hannah and Camp-something. But how would I know? I don't even own cable.
So what is this world coming to? Just a final end and a heavenly banquet. I think we need a few more World Wars and total destruction of MTV and a NEW DICTATORSHIP in order for people like me to look up from our self-pity and actually go back to our roots back in the Garden of Eden.
Yes, fear my change the world plan.
Actually, fear my mental state more. I am listening to Loco Roco 2's advertisement with a sorrowful Waiting in the Weeds by the Eagles in the background. Erin, try it. You'll see where my mental degradation has led me.
On the brighter side, as Singapore wages war against the hourly rates of rooms on Joo Chiat Road to prevent sexual and sleazy activities although the smart alecs will head over to Geylang to finish their business transactions, CHRISTMAS IS COMING!
And I am playing Winter Wonderland by a bub called Merle Haggard (just clicking nice looking tracks) on YouTube.
But seriously! Admit it! The lighting and decorations on Orchard Road are designed by candy obsessed people who can't get the meaning of Christmas or good looking ornaments. I mean, at least presents rather than streets of candy hanging from trees and lamp posts pretending to be giant candy canes.
I have progressed to Silent Night. This guy's voice is quite nice and calming. When I'm supposed to be doing algebra.
Now I'm at Silver Bells.
There's no green and red feeling around or the feeling that there is Santa Claus and all his elves and Mrs. Claus. Although of course the whole meaning of Christmas is Jesus Christ being born even if not on the exact date of 25th December.
Perhaps Santa Claus is coming to town.
I am so sad I feel like crying and wallowing in my bed and pillows. Unfortunately, it is getting quite boring. I slept in for an hour before going to church then slept two hours in the afternoon and was in bed asleep by eleven. But I suppose it doesn't count since I woke up at 3 in the morning due to nothing and padded around the house before falling asleep again.
The sermon was on Sexuality. Groan. That topic is hitting me all over for a week or more. First it was Every Young Woman's Battle and now it's this whole chunk of a sermon on a late Sunday morning.
I am bleeding pretty awfully, the wound hurts too.
I wonder if I'll ever become an author. For babies perhaps, considering my current literary standard.
Nothing matters as much as making some worth of myself I suppose.
My dad raided my wardrobe in attempt to bring some semblance of order into it.
Will I ever become an author at least two people will go raving about? A dream I've been holding close for nearly three years is just so vapour-ish if there is such a word.
The sermon was on Sexuality. Groan. That topic is hitting me all over for a week or more. First it was Every Young Woman's Battle and now it's this whole chunk of a sermon on a late Sunday morning.
I am bleeding pretty awfully, the wound hurts too.
I wonder if I'll ever become an author. For babies perhaps, considering my current literary standard.
Nothing matters as much as making some worth of myself I suppose.
My dad raided my wardrobe in attempt to bring some semblance of order into it.
Will I ever become an author at least two people will go raving about? A dream I've been holding close for nearly three years is just so vapour-ish if there is such a word.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
My Apologies
Sorry for that eminent weirdness in the previous two posts. Just to tell you that I am truly myself when I blog not just filtering my speech when I have live conversations with friends as great as you.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Blog Entry 03
This time it would be accepted to title this post in a more interesting way but I decided against it in case I turn it into a rant or digress in mid-post.
Anyways I feel like a plump blob of blubber. I've been doing as much as I can, cutting back food intake, running for exercise and pondering about the subject. I don't know whether I should convince myself that I am anorexic (when I am not) and just starve myself till I get to the desired weight (like that's going to happen with my love for food).
It hasn't been working even though I've been at it for over 20 weeks! Excluding mostly the examination weeks when you can't possibly run when you are already shack with the revision.
On the bright side I have a whole evening to about ten plus if I'm lucky alone on a Saturday night on the 6th of December. By the riverside where the night life of this city thrives. It would be nice to spend it with someone. Someone to talk to me as a total stranger yet a deepest friend. Without me worrying about abduction or any low lying rot like that.
How sad, for that day I'll have somewhere to go but no one to go with.
I'm starting on a teenager series of trouble. Eventually a good story? Hopefully yet dolefully I wait for it to take seed.
Anyways I feel like a plump blob of blubber. I've been doing as much as I can, cutting back food intake, running for exercise and pondering about the subject. I don't know whether I should convince myself that I am anorexic (when I am not) and just starve myself till I get to the desired weight (like that's going to happen with my love for food).
It hasn't been working even though I've been at it for over 20 weeks! Excluding mostly the examination weeks when you can't possibly run when you are already shack with the revision.
On the bright side I have a whole evening to about ten plus if I'm lucky alone on a Saturday night on the 6th of December. By the riverside where the night life of this city thrives. It would be nice to spend it with someone. Someone to talk to me as a total stranger yet a deepest friend. Without me worrying about abduction or any low lying rot like that.
How sad, for that day I'll have somewhere to go but no one to go with.
I'm starting on a teenager series of trouble. Eventually a good story? Hopefully yet dolefully I wait for it to take seed.
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