#516: better tardy than hardly

These pictures are from a while back - the second week of June. That was the week that I realised that the following week was church camp, whereby two weeks after that would be CT2s, when I had done close to nothing at that point. So that, coupled with some technical glitch - as expected, explains why these pictures only surface now.

#1: Pictures from water baptism at East Coast - my black slippers, which I actually adored, but woefully gave way on that very same day after some girl tripped me.

#2: A very glamourous shot of Wendy kid-sitting.

#3: An old granny getting baptised is one of the cutest sights to behold.

#3: Shiyong getting baptised (the little boy in brown).

#4: The following few pictures are that of my cats because I spent the entire second week of June camping at home with the books. Chloe (we only discovered that he was a male after naming him) and Charles (who is a male).

#5: Meimei on my ipod pouch.

#6: Playing dead.

#7: On my bed.

#8: More evidence of why studying at home can be a hazard.

#9: Chloe on mum's sofa.

#10: Math-Mugging Must-Haves - Notes, GC (working, with batteries), iPod, writing materials, and CHOCOLATE.

#11: The Crunchie actually lasts me through Math till History.

#12: I just get all nostalgic when I see these three digits in that order.

#13: I played Scrabble with my brother one night (while trying to do chem at the same time). I think the best word i can spell here is "Cacao", which is like, native american for the chocolate bean.

#14: And I end with my black chucks, about a month old, which everyone has but I still love.

#515: palindrone

1. The Infinity Room is one place I'd like to own; just to see miles and miles of whatever catches my eye's fancy. I know I read something Pratchett-ish about being caught between two mirrors, and that having some undesirable consequences. But I scoff at superstition (though knowing Pratchett, he prolly just made that up to stun us gullible fiction-readers).

2. I've altered the color scheme of my blog a little. It's kind of girly, because I am an extremely girly-girl like totally.

3. My H3 History essay is expected to be out (not completely, but to be of a decent progress and standard) in about a month's time, and I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO GET STARTED ON WRITING. I'm looking for Southeast Asian Affairs 1997 because that's the year when my essay is supposed to start, and the RJ Library has almost every stinkin' Southeast Asian Affairs from 1974 to 2008 but somehow no 1997 issue. Alack! ISEAS.com tells me that it's out of print but if I really want/need it I can kindly purchase it online and get it in .pdf format, which I really don't want to because as much as I'm passionate about my H3 paper and everything (ha), I really don't want to fork out some cash for something that will obfuscate (SAT vocab word!) me on no end.

4. I am sleepy, but I insist on staying up late anyways because there ain't school tomorrow, and because I have no pending homework (not pressing-pending la) to be done. As far as I'm concerned, my Statistics and Electrochemistry tutorials don't come into existence till Tuesday.

5. Maybe I'll pop down to the National Library @ Bugis tomorrow to get distracted at Bugis Junction and pick up fried golden mushrooms at the street market dig for SEA gold. If you didn't know, I really like being out alone. Somehow when you're one person walking about with no one else to focus on, you notice so much more. But I also notice that I make alot more silly purchases when I'm out on my own.

6. Is it time for a new playlist?

7. Sleep beckons.

#514: speed up and speed on

The thing about being in RJ is that you are never ahead. After you figure out your right lace from your left and coax them into a neat bow, and when you finally set your feet on-track, all good to go, you look up from the start line and realize that nearly everyone else is miles in front.

So this is me, struggling to pull all my grades (especially for 'the dismal science') up to Bs (at least), which I'll probably accomplish by prelims, the rest of RJ will prolly be hitting straight As by then.

Angsting about results aside, I'm in the midst of a long weekend because CT2s ARE OVER, and monday is a school holiday! Basically I've just been moving in slow-mo, reveling in wasting my time away, and spending time with people who matter.

There were supposed to be pictures, but after uploading them x210321 and not seeing any pictures appear here, I've realised there's some internet glitch so WTV ARGH.

Tomorrow corporate morning and evening service will be at Suntec City Convention Centre, which means I'll be stuck at City Hall all day - a torture that I'm not really complaining about. My big little brother will be stuck with me, and I've managed to coerce him into following me shopping by hinting at the possibility of us popping down to Bugis so he can eat his Yella Fellas (i.e. CHEESE FRIES). So tomorrow seems exciting enough, with 2 massive combined services, and my big little brother tagging along as I window-shop. If there is time, we'll eat Yella Fellas and fried golden mushrooms (from Bugis Street Market), or chill at the Esplanade.

Blogging will pick up eventually. Soon. Promise.
- so please don't ditch reading my blog if not I'll be sAdDxXZw0Rxzs

seeTs

THEY'LL TERRIFY

TOMORROW TILL THURSDAY

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#513: ELEVATE

To be honest I went for youth camp with an underlying dread because
a) I was missing out on precious study time.
b) I was a group leader (for the first time zomgzz) and
c) I was hoping to be antisocial.

In the end, everything panned out well, despite me neither getting any work done (!!!), nor playing a proper game of Scrabble. The messages were poignant and very anointed, and the spirit of the sermons were thrilling and infectious. Should my group have turned out to be a bunch of mutinous swamp toads (they didn't), or if all my notes had gotten mauled and my GC stolen, I would have angsted, but still gone for youth camp because the sessions were really quite worth it.

#1: Cover page to my youth camp notes.

#2: Group leader preparation the day before the camp. I like making lists.

#3: Doing up group ID with 180 DAISO plasters (we didn't use half in the end because they were too small argh).

#4: DAISO $2 ftw!

#5: My purple travel companion.

#6: The shiny foil-wrapped thing is a $2 chocolate cigar, purchased at the DFS at Changi Airport. To the right, you see a black permanent marker that I got for $0.40 for two!

#7: Porpor's duffel is cool vintage sia.

#8: Before first session - some Scissors Paper Stone showdown. Jenna in grey.

#9: Assistant Group Leader Gabriel kena singled out to sing (he just dissolved into giggles).

#10: This kid carried our team flag everywhere he went. Not only did he keep holding it like some parade flag as we trudged to and fro the hotels, he marched down the streets in Hitler-fashion (legs, salute and all). He hugged it throughout every dinner, session, and even kept trying to take it into the toilet with him. Thank goodness some other team member had the sense to wrestle it away from him whenever he did.

#11: Scrabble Showdown (that got shutdown). I mean, HOW DO YOU SPELL ANYTHING WITH TILES LIKE THIS?

#12: Boys aren't allowed into girls' rooms, and girls aren't allowed into boys' rooms. Here, we behold The Threshold of Purity.

#13: I make my first breakage (RM8) because I was so eggcited that I got to drink Milo.

#14: Chloe bought the room Dunkin' Donuts.

#15: This was how they looked like after I was done.

#16: Rachel Chloe Chua has the most active Facebook profile page everr!!

#17: She seems very indecisive.

#18: Three roommates with three pairs of black chucks.

#19: In varying shades of black/white and states of wear and tear.

#20: (from left) Grace, Rachel Chloe Chua, Abigail

#21: And this is my awesome group, TIMBRE. We were awesome because EVERY SINGLE person was darn sporting, and EVERY SINGLE person participated. Willingly, enthusiastically and very boisterous-ly. The picture speaks for itself, eh.

I'm off to KL for youth camp for 5 days WHERE I WILL HAVE NO TIME TO MUG LIKE WOOHOO.

stop.

On my Development of the International Economy notes, next to "Nixon's Devaluation", I wrote "- Reagan".

#512: Resuscitated

My trusty Singtel MIO modem went kaput yesterday morning, sometime between 0900 and 1000 hrs. Along with it, went our land line.

So we were internet-less and phoneline-less for the whole of yesterday. This meant that,

1. I could not research on the Indo-Pakistani conflict at leisure. As a result, I could not ascertain if my notes were factually accurate or not (The experience of having a set of notes that contradicts itself within a paragraph is only bestowed upon the RIJC non-humanz International History students, who constantly resort to consulting Wikipedia instead), and hence I could not proceed to finish up my Indo-Pakistani conflict summary.

2. My phone bill went bust, with me making (limited-to-only-100-minutes) outgoing calls for mum.

3. I started to curdle into withdrawal some time into the night, the time when I usually end up rotting online out of sheer boredom. Because there was no internet to rot on, I ended up in front of the telly for 2 hours. At least it was a Tuesday night, which meant it was "Crime Night". So after eons of staving off television, I once again got to see Horatio swaggering on-screen in his full carrot-topped, squinty-aviator-shaded-eyed glory, and witness his colleagues flirt over cadavers and make cow eyes at each other at crime scenes. Nothing fascinates and engages you, whilst causing you to roll your eyes periodically, like CSI Miami.

Ok back to work.

#511: Free Willy!

To celebrate Papa's birthday, we went to the ritzy Shangri-La coffee house, The Line, for dinner. Not because we're especially well-off or like burning holes in our pockets in the name of good food, but rather, because Shangri-La has a fabulous special deal, whereby you get a birthday discount off your entire bill at a percentage to match your age.

This means that if Cindy, a five-year-old child, decides to toddle into The Line on her 5th birthday, she gets a grand 5% off her total bill. I was wondering, however, if Cindy the hundred-and-ten-year-old grandmother hobbles into The Line on her 110th birthday, will she get a 10% rebate? Someone, do try and get back to me. I'm painfully curious.

Anyway so we went there and I went beserk trying to keep my eye on all the good food, which was practically impossible because there were food stations located all over the place. By cuisine. My mind/stomach/eyes couldn't keep up with one another. There were food stations offering Hong Kong, Northen Indian, Japanese, Asian, Local, Western and Italian fare. Desserts were divine, and I when I say this I mean it because I am not really a dessert-inclined foodie. But the creme brulee swept me off my feet, and made my blood sugar level hit all time highs.

Boaz stuffed himself to bursting point, till he was immobilized and looked like his body was slowly shutting itself down. While my parents got increasingly worried about his state (they thought he was going to get a heart attack), he warned us (in monosyllabic grunts) not to
(a) Touch him
(b) Mention the words "chocolate" or "cheese"
(c) Sing (in my case)
lest we risk getting spewed on.

He's now beached like Free Willy on my bed. Oceanic wildlife, up close!