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Jotted with my occasional, random outbursts.

Berate my musings and I not,
Lest for abler pens,
For I do not care.

cheers!

foong sheng qi olivia.
08 february '91

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cjc odac BXI

[ 6:08 AM ]

quick one before i get back to work. 2 unexpected things happened today and forget about the fact that a got an S for my econs.

1. was in yishun library when a grandpa and grandson pair sat in front of me. the grandson was so obnoxious, pummelling the grandpa and coercing him to do his homework. I stand corrected, english homework. i felt so bad for the grandpa cause obviously he doesn't know english and the grandson was screaming at him.

so, grandpa had to ask me what is an adjective. goodness gracious me, I DIDN'T KNOW! dang returned everything to my primary school teacher. luckily edmund knew and ok the worst was over, so i thought. THEN, grandpa gave up and asked me to teach grandson his math homework. i was like okayy... you want me to teach you grandson, a kid? a brat? math? seriously, you gotta be kidding cause i so totally hate kids. nonetheless, being hypocritical, i taught. of course he didn't dare to scream at me, or else, i'll make him lose his milk teeth.

being a well brought-up singaporean multi-faceted boy, obviously he thanked me really nicely and haha grandpa said in hokkien, heng ah. i'm, so brave.

2. on the way home in the sbs bus, i was standing at the circular thing that connects the 2carriages of the bus together. please say you know what i'm talking about. anyway, the bus was going really quickly and i was very happy cause this means i didn't have to stand long. here comes this ahbeng-but-not-beng looking guy who stood opposite me. everything was fine until...

when the beng-lookalike was reaching his stop, he made a move towards the door, however, as i mentioned earlier that the bus was going real quick. a sudden sharp turn brought him damn close to me, to my face. seriously damn close until my forearm just needs to form a 30degree angle with my elbow then can touch him kinda close. duh, me being me, got a freaking huge shock and unthinkingly, my arm just lashed out.

haha this is the funny part. i flung his glasses off his nose onto the floor and once again, as the bus was going real quick, the glasses started sliding everywhere! omg, i was so sorry that i went after his glasses and he, obviously went after his own glasses too la. so we were like 2 retards trying to catch the drifting glasses and haha he missed his stop.

i really, really tried damn hard not to burst into laughter but i failed quite terribly. i almost died trying but it was really too funny ready. so i was like some idiot laughing and giggling to myself on the bus while he is trying very hard to ignore me and try not to laugh as well?! gosh super eventful bus trip. i hope i meet this beng again on the bus and i'll make sure i pretend that i don't recognise him. like i can ever forget.

ok that's all for today. study hard yo peeps!

[ 3:57 AM ]

producing body movements to resemble dancing...

[ 2:45 AM ]

I just ate the bitterest bittergourd, ever.

[ 7:03 PM ]

ok this is seriously freaky. another random guy which i cannot remember AT ALL from last year's nike run just msg-ed me asking me how i am.

this is annoying. it's as though my number's some magic combination of something. last year it was this branson or brason guy that totally urghed! me and today this joel person popped out. like i know who the hell he is!

at least this joel person sounds more refined than branson/brason and he doesn't TYpEe LiKeEe tIssS...

hmmm maybe this is how people keep in contact and er... make friends?!

[ 6:40 AM ]

race, doesn't matter when we are young.

so why does it matter, so much, when we are older?

[ 10:22 PM ]

I wonder if they would shut their bloody traps if i shoved my books into their gigantic holes. probably not i guess, but oh wells they really irked me.

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I think results can be simile-d to one's character degeneration. in primary school, thing were less discombobulating and people generally had higher moral etiquette. black was just, black and white was of course, not cream. people were scoring 85marks and above to obtain that darn band1. and i, bloody hell had to score 95marks and above for every single subject, as regulated my mummy. i did, till p5 (:

in secondary school, getting Bs were oh well, okayyy... not that fantastic but not too bad either. things start getting a little less straightforward. at least in my case, in my school. nothing was that apparent any longer either. but life was still passable, even sinfully enjoyable. people were not as naive but still conventionally innocent.

in JC, woah, corporeality starts sliding, escalating into a massive landslide. attaining Es, Ss, Us, were just, oh-again?! not to say indifference but such occurrances did not happen just once in a blue moon. likewise, haha, homosapiens around you undergo metamorphosis. check your pulse yo. jaded-ness and whatever.

ok no mood to write ready. bye.

[ 9:57 PM ]

I abhor it when Chinese proclaim that they dislike chinese. it's absolutely disgraceful and total idiocracy. imagine an indian not speaking tamil or a malay not understanding malay?! WHAT IS THIS!

if you're one of those wholly headed out there who thinks chinese is stupid, think again. if you cannot even master your mother tongue, don't think bout mastering other FOREIGN languages. oh mother!

no language is dumb. every language has it's own beauty in it's unique expressions and subtle meanings. if you cannot master chinese and therefore think it's dumb, think again, who's the stupid one here.

i mean i've made the concession that it's alright to not be able to speak perfect mandarin like how little can speak impeccable, articulate english, at least learn to appreciate the beauty and the ancientness of the language. it's here ages before anyone of us were born. respect people, respect!

come to think of it, what's the reference point or the benchmark for a perfect language? The American/British accent for english? Or the Shanghai/Beijing shrr-shrr of the tongue when speaking Mandarin?! nahhh, it's rubbish. I think proper pronounciation of the words without any artificial 'style' in any language would suffice.

back to topic. come on people, embrace your chinese roots while taking advantage of the american circumstances. just like how it is in joy luck club, the best will be to have chinese culture and american circumstances.

i'll smack my brother if he gets less than a B3 for his higher chinese again.

and he's actually scared of me (:

[ 9:12 PM ]

I think children classics are the best books ever. No doubt adult self-help books or inspirational stories of how people emerge unscathed from adversities inspire us, I think everything still boils down to what's being taught in children classics.

Simple yet endearing stories which encapsulates big morals into the tiny details of daily lives. How apt and ever more applicable then sophisticated and rare occurrances in adult books. The point blanks words and vivid picture somehow evokes more emotions than any bombastic phrasings can even remotely try to.

maybe it only works for me, but it works very well for me. I used to be at a loss when people ask who my favourite author was or what was my favourite book. Now thinking back, perhaps admist the mountain of books i've read, i somehow have lost myself in delusions of grandeur that those books gave me.

I've forgotten the very basic theory that i've gotten from my children classics which allowed me to progress to higher levels of reading and thought, if they are even higher levels of reading at all. My human principles and the traits that moulds my character into what I am today.

The best authors are those who teach fundamentals values of life in their books with the simplest of words. Ironically, straight to the point yet extremely thought provoking. When you're losing yourself in the chaos of today's world, go back to basics, like how you go back to definitions in chemical energetics.

Think and dig out some of the oldest children classics you have in your library. True to what they are, classics never go wrong and never go out of time, for all life forms evolved from a common, universal ground. Children classics actually provide you with the clarity of thought much needed when you're in a dilemma. So simple, but complicated by everything around you.

Now, i can confidently say that:

My favourite author is Shel Silverstein, and

My favourite book is The Giving Tree,

by shel silverstein.

[ 5:31 AM ]

my sister just sparked my memory on how weird i used to be in primary school.

she reminded me that i punched the schoolbus uncle when he accidentally pushed her.

i wonder if i dare to do it now.

i wonder what took over my brains then.

of course the schoolbus uncle complained to my mother.

when i asked my mother what was her reaction,

she said she laughed.

why am i so... weird?

what was the bus uncle's feelings when he got punched by a primary school kid?

i really want to know...

[ 5:20 AM ]

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