February 28th, 2007 Comments Off
What rocks my socks:
What doesn’t:
February 27th, 2007 Comments Off
The above is a tourism tagline for South Africa.
Most Child Refugees in Africa Region Abused
Excerpts:
“More than 50 percent of children in refugee camps around Africa’s volatile Great Lakes area have experienced some form of sexual abuse, a humanitarian group said in report Monday.”
““The high vulnerability of girls to sexual abuse and exploitation has roots in the social-cultural relations between male and females,” the report added. In some communities, people even believe that having sex with virgins helps cure deadly HIV/AIDS, which is sweeping across the region.”
“It said fellow refugees, security forces, teachers, medical and aid workers, are to blame for many of the abuses.”
I’m tired of angst-ing. Just read for yourself.
February 26th, 2007 Comments Off
I’ve a feeling all that studying will be for naught. In terms of what next?, and walao all the courses I’m interested in only need O level certification dammit. But oh well – whatever comes, comes. At the very least at the end of it I might be able to make money reciting Math formulas to everyone I see. No, wait… a load of other people would know these formulas too. … Shit lah I’m going to starve to death after I graduate.
And I should go study now in case I get kicked out of school and starve before I can even graduate – without a certificate to chew on.
February 23rd, 2007 § 1
Whirlwind.
Who would’ve expected?
This familiar state of semiconsciousness, yet so different, fresh; numbing, yet explosive. Like the sensation of melted chocolate, melted cheese on your tongue – only better. The sense of anticipation clutching at one’s chest, the sense of helplessness trying to grasp at time. To know is to cast into stone, but to wait and see is to float in the middle of the Pacific. The fear of it all like a brick wall, reassurance the door in the wall.
But who cares? The now is all that matters. (and doing the history homework so as not to get scolded) The gift of the present, the current – it flows in the right direction. The here.
I should go get sleep.
February 17th, 2007 § 3
McDonald’s Big Breakfast is just an item of the fast food range.
Eating McDonald’s Big Breakfast, however, is an art.
Anyway. Valentine’s Day was quite cool. Met Henny in the morning for cookies, Choonie in the afternoon for donuts, Batchmates for dinner after their cross country and then the only person that day I didn’t meet for any food-related activity. Not really, anyway. [edit]On second thought (plus her kind reminder), quite food-related actually. hmm.[/edit] I got home with a bag of goodies. And this morning I woke up to find that Rocky had chewed up half of them. Sneaky, that guy.
My dining table currently has 17 containers/tins/packets of new year goodies. I’m going to have a big tummy by next week. Then I’ll be be able to eat without a table. Not that I don’t, already. But it’ll be convenient. Yea.
I should stop.
February 11th, 2007 Comments Off
Before I keep forgetting to put this up and Henny kills me:
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Go order and take pleasure in making her work day and night!
February 5th, 2007 § 3
I’m guessing from some MSN nicks that Singapore won the soccer thing. Glorious, it is. Mmhmm. Yea.
Oh look, Alvin’s MSN nick isn’t ‘Screw that carrot’ anymore.
9 more months, kids. 9 months before I’m out of this superficial hellhole that has been changing me for the past year. After which you can take your stories somewhere else. And I don’t have to think about your material views. Away with all of you! Okay except some people.
It’s quite bad, this mindset. How did I survive the O levels? I told myself, it’s soon be over, it’ll all soon be over. Just tahan for this stage, it’ll be over when it’s over. Then you can have fun. And so I spent all my days tahaning. I may have studied more successfully, but I spent every day waiting for the day to be over, waiting for the next day to arrive so that I can be over with it too.
It’s bad. But I know it’s the only way I will be able to survive the A levels. Fuck making the most out of every day, the certificate’s more important.
February 3rd, 2007 § 2
Nothing like almond cookies and green tea in the early afternoon that feels like morning. It’s a holiday. Soon I’ll have to go back to my Economics notes.
I’d like to go on a real holiday. It’s quite hard, now. We’ve got pressures, man, we’ve got things to do. Not what we want to do, but what we have to. But whatever, it’s 9 more months before it’s part over. 9 more months. Dammit.
I’d like to go to a beach. The Maldives, if I ever strike 4D. Back to Bintan, with its waves and cloudy sunny days? I won’t mind one bit.
Then there’re the faraway places, Greece. India. Venice. And I’d better stop before I get too carried away and steal my mom’s credit card and kidnap a certain someone and fly off to somewhere nice.
…You know, it actually sounds like a very good idea.