On this nice Friday morning where many people are stuck in school with books and teachers, I'm on the computer typing this out, enjoying the very slight breeze coming through my brother's window. It would not have been possible without the Polling Day holiday which the school decided to put it today, although I should say it makes no difference because now that there's no more PE for the year2s, my typical Friday ends at 9.15am.
The past 2 days were windy days. People who have been to my house before will know that my living room window is unobstructed, to the point that you can spot me poking my head out from the polytechnic, and my mother, for some reason, loves strong winds. So with the window opened so wide (even the grills were pushed to the sides) that a human can easily jump out of it (don't worry I'm not doing that), the living room was really typhoon yesterday.
I did not really slack through the past few days, but I am still trying to get myself into mugging mode. I slept through Wednesday afternoon, waking up in time to catch the news and the NDP.
And so, my father fixed the spoilt computer, which turned out to be a damaged power supply box. Although no one is using (and wants to use) that computer anymore, he is still fiddling around with it, even as my brother and I are finalising the specs for the new one we are buying. Heh.
Not too long ago, he put into use his awesome skills of taking things-that-others-have-thrown-away again, returning home one night with two graphics cards. The Geforce2 card is apparently spoilt, but the Geforce4 (!) one is still working. He plugged it into that P3 450 comp, which is like a champion horse pulling a cart.
To the person who wants that Geforce4 card, its only a MX, not a Ti. And its only 64mb.
Since I'm here, I might as well do some shameless advertising. Although I think no one will buy, I do hope miracles will happen. Haha. Please support me!
VJC is organising a carnival called Family 3, which is basically a day of fun "to create awareness for elderly needs and the importance of family life and intergenerational dialogue". Proceeds from this carnival will go to the Singapore Action Group Of Elders (SAGE). (Don't worry its not N*F)
This carnival will be held on 2th Sep (one day after Teachers' day, which is the saturday of the one week break.), time from 9am to 4pm, at VJC.
There will be stuff like:
1. a london train ride
2. a mini viking
3. a super dog twister ( for older kids and adults)
4. A dunking machine
5.bouncy castles and a titanic slide
6 A kiddie corner
7.sports games with an intergenerational element designed by our very own Sports groups
8. massage services by a massage academy
9. Art jamming- you can paint as a family on a decent sized canvas and get to take your artwork home for a fee. All materials are included.
10.Talks. We have a chiropractor Dr. Terence Yap who will give a talk on managing and preventing joint/spinal pain, a nutritionist speaking on how to eat right and stay healthy, a senior resident physician from SGH speaking on staying healthy and active through the years and a psychologist speaking on parent child communication.
11. performances by our cca groups
12. flea market stalls
13. external vendors for food on top of our canteen food
14. Story-telling sessions by veteran story-tellers.
Guest-of-honour is Mr Matthias Yao, Mayor of South East CDC.
Why am I saying all these? Because I am supposed to sell a booklet of coupons. It cost 5 bucks each, which is used for buying food, drinks and games (I think). There is also a lucky draw coupon.
So hor, if possible please support me k? Haha. Ya I know have to study for prelims but its important to spend time with your families also right? Somemore can help elderly leh!
Its typhoon in my living room again.
I will have to cut down on my frequency of blogging, maybe even using the computer, because I get tired easily from staring at monitor screens (I'm still using CRT =( ), and if I get tired I can't study liaox. Many others have already begun their preparations, so I have to catch up before its too late.
The windows are closed now, after the winds blew my mother's spectacles from the table to the floor.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
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I thought this year's NDP paled compared to the previous years. Last year there were celebrations at the heartlands, complete with fighter jets making their way down to the heartlands just to make the residents happy (With such tight airspace, that was a challenge, esp the fact that Tampines is so near the airport), there was some online thingy which let people at the stadium moblog entries in, and the fireworks then were much more magificant. Even my mother asked how come this year's performance so little.
[/ADDON]
And so, I just watched the National Day Parade on TV. Its all the usual stuff..guard-of-honour, bomb burst, performances, national anthem, fireworks, etc. Yet I still kept myself glued to the television, making sure I do not miss out any moment of the Parade.
I have never watched a Parade live at the stadium or Padang before, save for the National Education Show in Primary 5. That one, I missed the pre-parade segment and had just stepped in when the jets flew past, because of huge jams at the gates. However, watching on TV is not too bad either.
It has always been a huge contradiction for me when it comes to Singapore. I have always hated the exam-oriented environment and mindset that Singapore has shaped in us, the way the opposition is suppressed, the way media is controlled, the high cost and standards of living, and how old buildings are
torn down or restored to beyond recognition, just to keep tourists coming in.
But when I looked back, I have to agree that education forms the best years of my life, its in these schools that I made all the good friends, met all the influential teachers, picked up all the knowledge, and ultimately shaped me into what I am today. I never liked the stress that came with the examinations and competition, but it is this stress that allowed me to stand strong despite all the pressure.
Opposition is suppressed, media is controlled, but I guess that is what allowed Singapore to stay clear of the political crisises that plagued other countries. Cost and standards of livings are indeed high, but I think if one can be easily content that should not be a problem.
Singapore has been an open economy, and we depend highly on foreign markets for our survival. We do not have a culture to start with, so we took all the cultures others brought in, mix them together, and call it our own. Its quite unique in some sense.
Singapore, no matter how bad it is, is the place I grew up in, has provided me a safe environment such that I do not have to worry about basic needs, allowing me to concentrate on what my counterparts in poorer countries consider as luxuries. I have to return this favour in some way or other. I need to start
dreaming.
As Singapore begins its 42nd year of nation building, I do hope that Singapore will continue to thrive. Like what I read somewhere in the papers today, Singapore has not yet found a balance between conservation and development. I hope more can be done in keeping our dying cultures alive (I have not seen a makeshift stage showing Teochew opera for ages), and find something that no other country has. Or we will just be another America. I'm actually quite sick of watching local celebrities introducing Singapore to the world with the same old "Zoo, Birdpark, Sentosa, Hainanese Chicken Rice, Rojak, Chilli Crab".
And oh, more freedom please.
Last but not least, I agree with one Indian said in one of the clips shown during tonight's Parade. Singaporeans need to relax. Ha.
You can say I am a victim fallen to government propaganda (maybe I really am), but I hope I'm not too late to say
Happy Birthday Singapore.
I thought this year's NDP paled compared to the previous years. Last year there were celebrations at the heartlands, complete with fighter jets making their way down to the heartlands just to make the residents happy (With such tight airspace, that was a challenge, esp the fact that Tampines is so near the airport), there was some online thingy which let people at the stadium moblog entries in, and the fireworks then were much more magificant. Even my mother asked how come this year's performance so little.
[/ADDON]
And so, I just watched the National Day Parade on TV. Its all the usual stuff..guard-of-honour, bomb burst, performances, national anthem, fireworks, etc. Yet I still kept myself glued to the television, making sure I do not miss out any moment of the Parade.
I have never watched a Parade live at the stadium or Padang before, save for the National Education Show in Primary 5. That one, I missed the pre-parade segment and had just stepped in when the jets flew past, because of huge jams at the gates. However, watching on TV is not too bad either.
It has always been a huge contradiction for me when it comes to Singapore. I have always hated the exam-oriented environment and mindset that Singapore has shaped in us, the way the opposition is suppressed, the way media is controlled, the high cost and standards of living, and how old buildings are
torn down or restored to beyond recognition, just to keep tourists coming in.
But when I looked back, I have to agree that education forms the best years of my life, its in these schools that I made all the good friends, met all the influential teachers, picked up all the knowledge, and ultimately shaped me into what I am today. I never liked the stress that came with the examinations and competition, but it is this stress that allowed me to stand strong despite all the pressure.
Opposition is suppressed, media is controlled, but I guess that is what allowed Singapore to stay clear of the political crisises that plagued other countries. Cost and standards of livings are indeed high, but I think if one can be easily content that should not be a problem.
Singapore has been an open economy, and we depend highly on foreign markets for our survival. We do not have a culture to start with, so we took all the cultures others brought in, mix them together, and call it our own. Its quite unique in some sense.
Singapore, no matter how bad it is, is the place I grew up in, has provided me a safe environment such that I do not have to worry about basic needs, allowing me to concentrate on what my counterparts in poorer countries consider as luxuries. I have to return this favour in some way or other. I need to start
dreaming.
As Singapore begins its 42nd year of nation building, I do hope that Singapore will continue to thrive. Like what I read somewhere in the papers today, Singapore has not yet found a balance between conservation and development. I hope more can be done in keeping our dying cultures alive (I have not seen a makeshift stage showing Teochew opera for ages), and find something that no other country has. Or we will just be another America. I'm actually quite sick of watching local celebrities introducing Singapore to the world with the same old "Zoo, Birdpark, Sentosa, Hainanese Chicken Rice, Rojak, Chilli Crab".
And oh, more freedom please.
Last but not least, I agree with one Indian said in one of the clips shown during tonight's Parade. Singaporeans need to relax. Ha.
You can say I am a victim fallen to government propaganda (maybe I really am), but I hope I'm not too late to say
Happy Birthday Singapore.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Last Saturday morning I went to school to help with the filming of Alfas Challenge. It was a workshop to help students do better during interviews when applying for scholarships, and the teacher-in-charge asked Year2 iCOMP Infocomm Club students to film instead of the Year1s so that more Year2s can benefit from the workshop, especially that the rest have to pay 30 bucks for the whole day event.
Someone else doing better in academics should have went instead of me.
Anyway our task was to flim the mock interviews so that participants could review their performance later in the afternoon. It got boring soon afterwards, because it was very repetitive.
I think interviews are not at all a breeze to go through. There's actually a very thin line between being confident and being boastful. Its not easy to even be confident in an interview, firstly because its really very frightening to talk in front of a panel, especially when that simple talk is going to decide your future, and secondly because saying too much makes people think that you are haolian-ing.
So far the most confident person that I have ever come across is still the senior who trained me in competitive programming, and throughout the entire interview only one person came close to him - my batch's student council president.
I guess the only thing I benefitted from the entire workshop was the free food during the tea break and lunch.
Saturday night was spent at Nanyang Junior College, where I attended the Nanyang Film Festival to support a friend, whose boyfriend happened to be the director of all three short films O.O, two in Chinese, one in English. I guess the event was not too bad, considering that this is the first time, though there is alot of room for improvement.
Video is becoming a competitive area for junior colleges. Haha.iCOMP Infocomm Club should organise one too.
Today was National Day celebrations. We were allowed to come in red or white tops, but in the end I wore my uniform instead because I could not find a decent red or white shirt.
Celebrations started at the parade square where several uniformed group students, under the command of a parade commander who seemed to be weaker compared to the Katong Convent counterpart across the canal, marched in holding the National Day and College flags, accomapnied by house committee and their banners.
I was surprised to see my former Maths teacher donning the SCDF uniform, standing on the podium saying National Day related stuff which I think I have heard a thousand times before. I didn't know he was from the SCDF.
Celebrations was quite a letdown. There was obviously a lack in coordination, and the sound system once again disappointed us, because no one bothered to fix it. Victorians managed to reduce some of the awkwardness by trying to sing loudly during the songs and laugh and clap as much as possible during the two videos. I should say that the items put up were still not bad if one had paid close attention to it. I liked the harmonica band. The students council has to improve.
Went home facing the four walls after we were dismissed, because no one wanted to. I wonder why people like to go home so much. Maybe its just me.
On my way home I spotted AHS people all over the Marine Parade area. According to my friend they had their 2.4km run today.
Wow. So what happened to their National Day celebrations? Is that another ingenious idea that the new principal came up with to reduce the number of holidays they have so they can mug more?
Someone else doing better in academics should have went instead of me.
Anyway our task was to flim the mock interviews so that participants could review their performance later in the afternoon. It got boring soon afterwards, because it was very repetitive.
I think interviews are not at all a breeze to go through. There's actually a very thin line between being confident and being boastful. Its not easy to even be confident in an interview, firstly because its really very frightening to talk in front of a panel, especially when that simple talk is going to decide your future, and secondly because saying too much makes people think that you are haolian-ing.
So far the most confident person that I have ever come across is still the senior who trained me in competitive programming, and throughout the entire interview only one person came close to him - my batch's student council president.
I guess the only thing I benefitted from the entire workshop was the free food during the tea break and lunch.
Saturday night was spent at Nanyang Junior College, where I attended the Nanyang Film Festival to support a friend, whose boyfriend happened to be the director of all three short films O.O, two in Chinese, one in English. I guess the event was not too bad, considering that this is the first time, though there is alot of room for improvement.
Video is becoming a competitive area for junior colleges. Haha.
Today was National Day celebrations. We were allowed to come in red or white tops, but in the end I wore my uniform instead because I could not find a decent red or white shirt.
Celebrations started at the parade square where several uniformed group students, under the command of a parade commander who seemed to be weaker compared to the Katong Convent counterpart across the canal, marched in holding the National Day and College flags, accomapnied by house committee and their banners.
I was surprised to see my former Maths teacher donning the SCDF uniform, standing on the podium saying National Day related stuff which I think I have heard a thousand times before. I didn't know he was from the SCDF.
Celebrations was quite a letdown. There was obviously a lack in coordination, and the sound system once again disappointed us, because no one bothered to fix it. Victorians managed to reduce some of the awkwardness by trying to sing loudly during the songs and laugh and clap as much as possible during the two videos. I should say that the items put up were still not bad if one had paid close attention to it. I liked the harmonica band. The students council has to improve.
Went home facing the four walls after we were dismissed, because no one wanted to. I wonder why people like to go home so much. Maybe its just me.
On my way home I spotted AHS people all over the Marine Parade area. According to my friend they had their 2.4km run today.
Wow. So what happened to their National Day celebrations? Is that another ingenious idea that the new principal came up with to reduce the number of holidays they have so they can mug more?
Friday, August 04, 2006
Backtracking to Sunday I was drinking my milo in the late morning when I received a phone call from my mother. She fell down, and because she tried to use her hands to break the fall, she broke her wrist. When I reached my mother I saw a very obvious hump on her wrist.
At the hospital it was waiting, waiting, and more waiting. The first was waiting for the nurse in the consultation room to decide that my mother needs an X ray before she could see the doctor. The second was waiting for the X-ray. The third was waiting for our turn to see the doctor.
Apparently I had to pass the X-rays over to the doctor first before seeing her, but I didn't know that until my brother came from home and told me that I should not be holding the X-rays. So we waited for half-an-hour for nothing.
My mother was shivering very seriously, so we decided to cut the queue abit. The doctor decided that she needed an operation and a stay at the hospital. So after more waiting at the Nurses' Station and subsequently the Admissions counter, she was admitted into a B2 bed.
The most intolerable thing throughout the entire wait, was actually the painful look on her face, coupled with the sense of helplessness I had.
By the time she got to the bed her shivering was gone, and she looked better than the battered body earlier on. I think the shivering was more of a psychological thingy than a physical one. I vaguely remembered myself shivering similarly when I went to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning due to very serious gastric pains.
The following day in school, I was surprised to receive a call from my brother that my mother has been discharged and was at home already. So fast? I thought.
It turned out that the doctor somehow fixed her broken bone back into the original position, and put her arm into a cast, asking her to go back again another day. Resting at home is more cost-saving than staying in the ward.
Help came mainly from my aunt's family. A fully automated washing machine was in my house on Tuesday, courtesy of my cousin. (Huh? Isn't it a standard feature in everyone's homes? Nah..the one is my house was the 1990-era National semi-automated type. I don't think anyone of you have seen a washing machine that's green in colour before have you?)
Then my aunt cooked dinner for us in the past few days, because none of us could squeeze out the time to.
My mother looked the same in the past few days. She doesn't show signs of improving actually. Hopefully she will be alright soon.
Not that I am bad-mouthing her or something, but at her age, I have a feeling that this will not be the last time. Haix.
This aside, I finally found a torrent client that can work fine with my computer! There are loads of Linux-based torrent clients around, but because I have screwed up Python and Java, Bittorrent and Azureus are out. Today I found a C++ based torrent client called rTorrent, which is a text-based one. Downloads, however, are slow, just like the others.
A new error message has just appeared in my hp. Pressing the menu button will throw up a message which says:
DynamicMenuError
Errors occur in the menu.ml file. This may render the menu unusable.
After pressing OK it still brings me to the menu. But the shortcut buttons and links can no longer work anymore.
And so, next week is National Day week. Besides Monday which is lessons as usual, the rest are without lessons. Friday is a holiday because its our Polling Day holiday. Then the teachers are capitalising on this by giving out tons of homework. Argh.
Prelims is coming.
Tomorrow will be a busy day.
At the hospital it was waiting, waiting, and more waiting. The first was waiting for the nurse in the consultation room to decide that my mother needs an X ray before she could see the doctor. The second was waiting for the X-ray. The third was waiting for our turn to see the doctor.
Apparently I had to pass the X-rays over to the doctor first before seeing her, but I didn't know that until my brother came from home and told me that I should not be holding the X-rays. So we waited for half-an-hour for nothing.
My mother was shivering very seriously, so we decided to cut the queue abit. The doctor decided that she needed an operation and a stay at the hospital. So after more waiting at the Nurses' Station and subsequently the Admissions counter, she was admitted into a B2 bed.
The most intolerable thing throughout the entire wait, was actually the painful look on her face, coupled with the sense of helplessness I had.
By the time she got to the bed her shivering was gone, and she looked better than the battered body earlier on. I think the shivering was more of a psychological thingy than a physical one. I vaguely remembered myself shivering similarly when I went to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning due to very serious gastric pains.
The following day in school, I was surprised to receive a call from my brother that my mother has been discharged and was at home already. So fast? I thought.
It turned out that the doctor somehow fixed her broken bone back into the original position, and put her arm into a cast, asking her to go back again another day. Resting at home is more cost-saving than staying in the ward.
Help came mainly from my aunt's family. A fully automated washing machine was in my house on Tuesday, courtesy of my cousin. (Huh? Isn't it a standard feature in everyone's homes? Nah..the one is my house was the 1990-era National semi-automated type. I don't think anyone of you have seen a washing machine that's green in colour before have you?)
Then my aunt cooked dinner for us in the past few days, because none of us could squeeze out the time to.
My mother looked the same in the past few days. She doesn't show signs of improving actually. Hopefully she will be alright soon.
Not that I am bad-mouthing her or something, but at her age, I have a feeling that this will not be the last time. Haix.
This aside, I finally found a torrent client that can work fine with my computer! There are loads of Linux-based torrent clients around, but because I have screwed up Python and Java, Bittorrent and Azureus are out. Today I found a C++ based torrent client called rTorrent, which is a text-based one. Downloads, however, are slow, just like the others.
A new error message has just appeared in my hp. Pressing the menu button will throw up a message which says:
DynamicMenuError
Errors occur in the menu.ml file. This may render the menu unusable.
After pressing OK it still brings me to the menu. But the shortcut buttons and links can no longer work anymore.
And so, next week is National Day week. Besides Monday which is lessons as usual, the rest are without lessons. Friday is a holiday because its our Polling Day holiday. Then the teachers are capitalising on this by giving out tons of homework. Argh.
Prelims is coming.
Tomorrow will be a busy day.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
And so today was the VJC Careers, Higher Education and Scholarship Fair 2006.
They gathered the three local universities, numerous government and government-linked agencies, and education centres which handle overseas education, to set up booths in college, and promote their scholarships to us. Lessons ended at 1.20pm for all, and included a lucky draw with a top prize of an Ipod Nano to attract crowds. Within the first hour my hands were full of bags and brochures belonging to the different agencies.
I don't have many choices; 'S' Papers and myopias less than 500 degrees in either eye are minimum requirements for most scholarships. I just went round with my friends grabbing their brochures and free gifts. My haul at the end of the day included 1 handphone pouch, 1 notebook, 2 posters, 3 paper bags, 5 pens, and many, many brochures screaming why I should pick them.
Also listened to 3 talks, one by the British Council, one by IDA (which turned out to be the same presentations as the previous two times I went), and one by MINDEF (which was rather slipshod =x).
After attending the fair today, I am once again wondering if I should study at an overseas university or if I should just study at a local university. No doubt an overseas education sounds attractive, but I can only go for one if and only if I am able to get a scholarship. Without 'S' Papers (and even 4 As to start with) or "outstanding CCA records" to shout about, scholarship probability is nearly zero. Then US and UK universities require reports from my teachers, and I don't have anything good for them to write about. Just the thought of my teachers spending hours with images of me in their heads while they try to cook up something to deceive those admissions officers is enough to make me feel....weird. Its like, wasting their time.
Then there are essays to write and interviews to attend. My GP is rubbish, and I really can't talk to strangers. Group discussions where examiners try to weed out quiet ones and take in vocal ones are the worst. I will be the first to be shown the door.
So when I receive the letter to thank me for applying and wish me all the best in my future endeavours, I will then start crying my heart and soul out in my bed, regretting why I had not studied harder in my JC days and tried harder to win at competitions. After that, I will just spend the next three/four years quieting studying some computer science course, graduating without anyone noticing, then join some small company located at a corner of some office building as a boring programmer, and worked till the day I die.
Haha. Sorry you have just wasted some time reading some crap.
I'm not looking down on local universities by saying that the above would not happen if I study overseas. My point is that it is quite likely my life will end up as boring as above (please la, all that talk about me becoming some godlike boss is shit.), so I might as well not trouble the army of teachers. I can die more quietly without anyone knowing. Also I hate the sight of some invisible guardian popping out to ask me why I had not strived to get better results when I had the chance.
I'm not sure myself what I am trying to say. I'm just pouring out everything that's running across my mind now. I'm very confused.
Maybe I am typing all these because I am upset by my disappointing performace in my past 18 years of life (that can stretch into one essay) and I really hope that my future will not be as dull anymore. Maybe. Hope.
I have not taken SAT. And I will definitely fail if I should take one, and waste that 100 bucks away.
I have always ignored those announcements and reminders and deadlines about filling up online forms or attending scholarship talks or whatever. Now that it caught my attention, I don't have much time. Should I start doing them now, it will only bring the tutors shock waves that I am thinking of university now when the rest of the population have done that half a year ago, and me, an array of scoldings and sarcastic remarks for not doing it earlier.
While many people have more or less decided their future academic path, and now concentrating hard working towards that goal, I am still a wondering soul in the thick fog.
They gathered the three local universities, numerous government and government-linked agencies, and education centres which handle overseas education, to set up booths in college, and promote their scholarships to us. Lessons ended at 1.20pm for all, and included a lucky draw with a top prize of an Ipod Nano to attract crowds. Within the first hour my hands were full of bags and brochures belonging to the different agencies.
I don't have many choices; 'S' Papers and myopias less than 500 degrees in either eye are minimum requirements for most scholarships. I just went round with my friends grabbing their brochures and free gifts. My haul at the end of the day included 1 handphone pouch, 1 notebook, 2 posters, 3 paper bags, 5 pens, and many, many brochures screaming why I should pick them.
Also listened to 3 talks, one by the British Council, one by IDA (which turned out to be the same presentations as the previous two times I went), and one by MINDEF (which was rather slipshod =x).
After attending the fair today, I am once again wondering if I should study at an overseas university or if I should just study at a local university. No doubt an overseas education sounds attractive, but I can only go for one if and only if I am able to get a scholarship. Without 'S' Papers (and even 4 As to start with) or "outstanding CCA records" to shout about, scholarship probability is nearly zero. Then US and UK universities require reports from my teachers, and I don't have anything good for them to write about. Just the thought of my teachers spending hours with images of me in their heads while they try to cook up something to deceive those admissions officers is enough to make me feel....weird. Its like, wasting their time.
Then there are essays to write and interviews to attend. My GP is rubbish, and I really can't talk to strangers. Group discussions where examiners try to weed out quiet ones and take in vocal ones are the worst. I will be the first to be shown the door.
So when I receive the letter to thank me for applying and wish me all the best in my future endeavours, I will then start crying my heart and soul out in my bed, regretting why I had not studied harder in my JC days and tried harder to win at competitions. After that, I will just spend the next three/four years quieting studying some computer science course, graduating without anyone noticing, then join some small company located at a corner of some office building as a boring programmer, and worked till the day I die.
Haha. Sorry you have just wasted some time reading some crap.
I'm not looking down on local universities by saying that the above would not happen if I study overseas. My point is that it is quite likely my life will end up as boring as above (please la, all that talk about me becoming some godlike boss is shit.), so I might as well not trouble the army of teachers. I can die more quietly without anyone knowing. Also I hate the sight of some invisible guardian popping out to ask me why I had not strived to get better results when I had the chance.
I'm not sure myself what I am trying to say. I'm just pouring out everything that's running across my mind now. I'm very confused.
Maybe I am typing all these because I am upset by my disappointing performace in my past 18 years of life (that can stretch into one essay) and I really hope that my future will not be as dull anymore. Maybe. Hope.
I have not taken SAT. And I will definitely fail if I should take one, and waste that 100 bucks away.
I have always ignored those announcements and reminders and deadlines about filling up online forms or attending scholarship talks or whatever. Now that it caught my attention, I don't have much time. Should I start doing them now, it will only bring the tutors shock waves that I am thinking of university now when the rest of the population have done that half a year ago, and me, an array of scoldings and sarcastic remarks for not doing it earlier.
While many people have more or less decided their future academic path, and now concentrating hard working towards that goal, I am still a wondering soul in the thick fog.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Special task force = Professional seat fillers
I wonder if its a good thing. I won't mind sitting in the PT watching, but I don't want to sit beside strangers. Ha.
My flat's Lift Upgrading Programme has started. At the other side of my flat they have digged up one big hole and laid cables.
So once they are done with that new lift they will come over to my side and tear down one lift, then make the other one stop at every floor. That will mean digging one big hole in the wall just nearby my unit. I hope I do not have to endure all the construction.
Tomorrow's a half day, apparently to celebrate our achievements, for performers to rehearse and teachers to make final arrangements. The rest of the population has a rehearsal too, to walk from the LTs and line up along the walkway, to clap and cheer (-.-') when the guest of honour comes in in a car, just like what we did last year.
It makes no difference to the five computing students, as coursework is on as usual. After hearing what our computing teacher said today, it turns out the difficult part is not difficult after all.
VJC is going up on The New Paper soon! I think.
I wonder if its a good thing. I won't mind sitting in the PT watching, but I don't want to sit beside strangers. Ha.
My flat's Lift Upgrading Programme has started. At the other side of my flat they have digged up one big hole and laid cables.
So once they are done with that new lift they will come over to my side and tear down one lift, then make the other one stop at every floor. That will mean digging one big hole in the wall just nearby my unit. I hope I do not have to endure all the construction.
Tomorrow's a half day, apparently to celebrate our achievements, for performers to rehearse and teachers to make final arrangements. The rest of the population has a rehearsal too, to walk from the LTs and line up along the walkway, to clap and cheer (-.-') when the guest of honour comes in in a car, just like what we did last year.
It makes no difference to the five computing students, as coursework is on as usual. After hearing what our computing teacher said today, it turns out the difficult part is not difficult after all.
VJC is going up on The New Paper soon! I think.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
The 7th month is here. Be careful not to stay out too late.
Prelims are coming..30+ days to GP and 40+ days to the rest of the subjects. I'm still not studying.
As Prelims draw near teachers are rushing to finish the syllabus and squeeze every possible piece of knowledge into our feeble stretched brain. Revision problems, practice problems, make up lectures, revision lectures, remedials, tutorials etc.
Computing Coursework 3B has started and I am supposed to do something that I have never ever learnt before in my life.
Amidst all these workload I have to settle my top 3 achievements, my CIP hours, and think about which university and course to go.
AMD just bought over ATI.
College Day is this Saturday, and our class is being volunteered to be a special task force to help a teacher, who is apparently the overall in charge for seating arrangement.
Around the world everyone is fighting and arguing again.
Around the world news are reporting earthquakes and floods and typhoons and heatwaves again.
I overheard my mother telling my father that my brother's spine problem has worsened and an operation seems unavoidable. It sounds serious.
Life.
Prelims are coming..30+ days to GP and 40+ days to the rest of the subjects. I'm still not studying.
As Prelims draw near teachers are rushing to finish the syllabus and squeeze every possible piece of knowledge into our feeble stretched brain. Revision problems, practice problems, make up lectures, revision lectures, remedials, tutorials etc.
Computing Coursework 3B has started and I am supposed to do something that I have never ever learnt before in my life.
Amidst all these workload I have to settle my top 3 achievements, my CIP hours, and think about which university and course to go.
AMD just bought over ATI.
College Day is this Saturday, and our class is being volunteered to be a special task force to help a teacher, who is apparently the overall in charge for seating arrangement.
Around the world everyone is fighting and arguing again.
Around the world news are reporting earthquakes and floods and typhoons and heatwaves again.
I overheard my mother telling my father that my brother's spine problem has worsened and an operation seems unavoidable. It sounds serious.
Life.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Yesterday morning I went back to AHS to attend the 50th Founder's Day's celebrations.
It was quite a buzz in school when I reached as the uniformed groups positioned themselves all over the place ushering vehicles to the carparks and greeting the guests that arrived. Student councillors were in their ties and blazers accompanying the guests. The rest of the student population were sitted in the hall, dressed in special anniversary t-shirts, with each level donning a different colour.
The hall has been made air-conditioned since last year, but I did not see it myself until I stepped in yesterday. Huge industrial-sized air-conditioners on the second storey was enough for me to feel that bit of cool air.
The celebrations in the main school hall started off with the school song and a prayer. Before the usual speeches from the principal and the guest of honour, some bishop, a video titled "The Soaring Eagle" was played, highlighting the 50 years of AHS, along with interviews of some prominent alumni.
After a prize presentation to those students with 6/7 A1s, the concert finally started. The concert itself was quite alright, the most interesting performances being the teachers coming together to sing two songs, and the uniformed and sports groups attempting a Storm-like percussion play.
The concert ended with the uniformed groups releasing party poppers shooting those little colourful strips of papers that made the entire hall looked like a World Cup stadium celebrating the win of a country.
Made my way down to the heritage centre, the first time I stepped in since its launch last year, to have a look at the exhibits, afterwhich I went to the tower hall beside it to indulge myself in a hearty meal of rice and curry.
Various changes were made to the school. Besides the air conditioners in the hall, all the classrooms now have dark tinted glass windows and curtains, for reasons I do not know. Graffiti and art have appeared on some walls, the fitness corner has been totally revamped, and three different models of security cameras have been spotted. A wushu cca has also appeared.
At night I went to Expo for the anniversary dinner. There were already many people when I reached there. I spotted people (before and during the dinner itself) like my batch's NCC, Girl Guides and Chinese Drama people, a couple of my juniors including at least one from my S44 junior class, along with several teachers and ex-principals. Amongst the crowd I also spotted one of my VJC Maths lecturers.
I also spotted several ex-teachers, like my Social Studies teacher, who remembered me and a third of my name ("wei something?") although I was relatively quiet in class. Then there was also my Sec1 Maths teacher, who I remembered was a jovial old man who could write very well with both hands and played the saxophone to the whole school when he retired. There was also my Sec1 Science teacher, who
went on to the Sports School when it opened. Lastly there was my Sec2 Chinese teacher, who back then was in charge of badminton. He recognised me, but forgot my name.
When a friend asked him how was AHS's badminton now, he said it was bad, couldn't even get Zone titles. When I asked is it because of the Sports School, he gave an excellent reply: If its the Sports School, then they get 1st, we can get 2nd right?
My friends and I, totalling four, sat at table 437, together with 6 others who graduated from 2001, and coincidentally all went to VJC. There was an occassional exchange of words, otherwise we didn't talk much. The NCC gang sat next to us to a table themselves. Most other tables were occupied by adults and the elderly. The emcees looked for the oldest graduate in the hall, and it went to some guy who graduated in 1963.
The programme for that night was almost a repeat of the morning's activities. It was the same video, the same principal speech, and the same GOH speech, which no one listened to =x
There was lucky draw, which was, I can swear, is a total conspiracy. For the 30 table prizes, tables 340, 343. 344. 345 all won. For the 30 individual prizes, 5 of them, including the top prize of the Ipod Nano, went to the table of NCC guys, which, if the probabilities were worked out, were not random at all!
The dinner itself was typical of a normal wedding dinner, a nine course meal with endless refilling of orange juice. I think having the dinner at Expo wasn't bad. Although less exquisite, the atmosphere was more relaxed.
I received a "24K gold-plated commemorative coin" together with a CD containing that soaring eagle video as a gift. The front of the coin was the school crest, and the face of the school's metal button formed the back of the coin. Nice.
My friend pointed out that all the popular artistes did not turn up. Hmm..
Overall the dinner was fun, although I wonder if I should had went to find more teachers. Then again, I regret not having any tools to capture the events of yesterday, for perhaps the next time I return, everything may have changed again.
It was quite a buzz in school when I reached as the uniformed groups positioned themselves all over the place ushering vehicles to the carparks and greeting the guests that arrived. Student councillors were in their ties and blazers accompanying the guests. The rest of the student population were sitted in the hall, dressed in special anniversary t-shirts, with each level donning a different colour.
The hall has been made air-conditioned since last year, but I did not see it myself until I stepped in yesterday. Huge industrial-sized air-conditioners on the second storey was enough for me to feel that bit of cool air.
The celebrations in the main school hall started off with the school song and a prayer. Before the usual speeches from the principal and the guest of honour, some bishop, a video titled "The Soaring Eagle" was played, highlighting the 50 years of AHS, along with interviews of some prominent alumni.
After a prize presentation to those students with 6/7 A1s, the concert finally started. The concert itself was quite alright, the most interesting performances being the teachers coming together to sing two songs, and the uniformed and sports groups attempting a Storm-like percussion play.
The concert ended with the uniformed groups releasing party poppers shooting those little colourful strips of papers that made the entire hall looked like a World Cup stadium celebrating the win of a country.
Made my way down to the heritage centre, the first time I stepped in since its launch last year, to have a look at the exhibits, afterwhich I went to the tower hall beside it to indulge myself in a hearty meal of rice and curry.
Various changes were made to the school. Besides the air conditioners in the hall, all the classrooms now have dark tinted glass windows and curtains, for reasons I do not know. Graffiti and art have appeared on some walls, the fitness corner has been totally revamped, and three different models of security cameras have been spotted. A wushu cca has also appeared.
At night I went to Expo for the anniversary dinner. There were already many people when I reached there. I spotted people (before and during the dinner itself) like my batch's NCC, Girl Guides and Chinese Drama people, a couple of my juniors including at least one from my S44 junior class, along with several teachers and ex-principals. Amongst the crowd I also spotted one of my VJC Maths lecturers.
I also spotted several ex-teachers, like my Social Studies teacher, who remembered me and a third of my name ("wei something?") although I was relatively quiet in class. Then there was also my Sec1 Maths teacher, who I remembered was a jovial old man who could write very well with both hands and played the saxophone to the whole school when he retired. There was also my Sec1 Science teacher, who
went on to the Sports School when it opened. Lastly there was my Sec2 Chinese teacher, who back then was in charge of badminton. He recognised me, but forgot my name.
When a friend asked him how was AHS's badminton now, he said it was bad, couldn't even get Zone titles. When I asked is it because of the Sports School, he gave an excellent reply: If its the Sports School, then they get 1st, we can get 2nd right?
My friends and I, totalling four, sat at table 437, together with 6 others who graduated from 2001, and coincidentally all went to VJC. There was an occassional exchange of words, otherwise we didn't talk much. The NCC gang sat next to us to a table themselves. Most other tables were occupied by adults and the elderly. The emcees looked for the oldest graduate in the hall, and it went to some guy who graduated in 1963.
The programme for that night was almost a repeat of the morning's activities. It was the same video, the same principal speech, and the same GOH speech, which no one listened to =x
There was lucky draw, which was, I can swear, is a total conspiracy. For the 30 table prizes, tables 340, 343. 344. 345 all won. For the 30 individual prizes, 5 of them, including the top prize of the Ipod Nano, went to the table of NCC guys, which, if the probabilities were worked out, were not random at all!
The dinner itself was typical of a normal wedding dinner, a nine course meal with endless refilling of orange juice. I think having the dinner at Expo wasn't bad. Although less exquisite, the atmosphere was more relaxed.
I received a "24K gold-plated commemorative coin" together with a CD containing that soaring eagle video as a gift. The front of the coin was the school crest, and the face of the school's metal button formed the back of the coin. Nice.
My friend pointed out that all the popular artistes did not turn up. Hmm..
Overall the dinner was fun, although I wonder if I should had went to find more teachers. Then again, I regret not having any tools to capture the events of yesterday, for perhaps the next time I return, everything may have changed again.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
After missing out two days of school, I went back to school today to encounter a very "interesting" assembly.
Some guy had nothing better to do, so free that he decided to go out onto the streets, Orchard Road to be precise, with a camera in hand, catch VJC girls in very short skirts, take photographs, pen a really fantastic letter about VJC girls being sex symbols, and send it in to the Ministry. The Ministry kindly forwarded it to the very hands of our principal, which resulted in a check by the teachers on the students today and noting down those who need to buy new skirts, not before a little lecture on "following rules".
I am trying my best not to hurl vulgarities and fingers at him. However, I wish to question, what's the difference between his actions and those done by a real perverted man?
Well, I really appreciate his concern for VJC girls, and perhaps the general jc female population. I appreciate his efforts in spending time flipping through the dictionary finding strong words to put into the letter, ensuring that his message gets across (who else would have thought of describing jc girls as sex symbols?). I appreciate the need for him to snap photographs of what he saw so that we can better understand how important moral values are.
I have noted that he thinks we, at 17/18 years old, are not old enough to know what is right and what is wrong.
I have noted that he thinks he is not being perverted taking photographs of girls in short skirts.
I have noted that he thinks short skirts = porn.
So I guess from now on, girls must take note the lengths of the skirts they wear. So that they will not become targets of perverted men. So that others will think they uphold moral values. So that they will not be photographed by members of the public.
I think the best skirts will be those that clean the floor girls walk on.
Guys, on the other hand, should start ensuring that their flesh are also well covered. Guys caught flashing 1cm cube of their chest or 5 strands of their leg hair may be photographed and complained to the Ministry for being sex symbols too!
Amusement.
Self-amusement.
Some guy had nothing better to do, so free that he decided to go out onto the streets, Orchard Road to be precise, with a camera in hand, catch VJC girls in very short skirts, take photographs, pen a really fantastic letter about VJC girls being sex symbols, and send it in to the Ministry. The Ministry kindly forwarded it to the very hands of our principal, which resulted in a check by the teachers on the students today and noting down those who need to buy new skirts, not before a little lecture on "following rules".
I am trying my best not to hurl vulgarities and fingers at him. However, I wish to question, what's the difference between his actions and those done by a real perverted man?
Well, I really appreciate his concern for VJC girls, and perhaps the general jc female population. I appreciate his efforts in spending time flipping through the dictionary finding strong words to put into the letter, ensuring that his message gets across (who else would have thought of describing jc girls as sex symbols?). I appreciate the need for him to snap photographs of what he saw so that we can better understand how important moral values are.
I have noted that he thinks we, at 17/18 years old, are not old enough to know what is right and what is wrong.
I have noted that he thinks he is not being perverted taking photographs of girls in short skirts.
I have noted that he thinks short skirts = porn.
So I guess from now on, girls must take note the lengths of the skirts they wear. So that they will not become targets of perverted men. So that others will think they uphold moral values. So that they will not be photographed by members of the public.
I think the best skirts will be those that clean the floor girls walk on.
Guys, on the other hand, should start ensuring that their flesh are also well covered. Guys caught flashing 1cm cube of their chest or 5 strands of their leg hair may be photographed and complained to the Ministry for being sex symbols too!
Amusement.
Self-amusement.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
While everyone is "happily" studying in school, I'm stuck at home having a one-day affair with this machine.
The cuff is tightly wrapped around my left arm, with two cables, one a data cable and the other an air tube, running to a machine slightly bigger and much thicker than my Zen, resting in a pouch specially built for it.
At first it was still alright, but now the cuff around my arm and its every-half-an-hour squeeze is beginning to make me very uncomfortable. I can't bend my left arm well because of the cuff, and I have to carry this thing with me everywhere I went. As if its not enough, I have to record down what I'm doing every half an hour, on a piece of paper provided.
Actually this whole monitoring thingy looks like some stalker to find out what I exactly do in my life everyday. The recording diary is one thing, but that machine measures my blood pressure so frequently, they will know if Isurf porn ogle at girls think of sex get excited. Luckily the World Cup and common test and returning of papers are all over.
Then I realise that actually I can bathe, stripping the thing off and putting it back during the half-an-hour interval. But the cuff doesn't look easy to put on, so I shall decide later.
The machine just took one reading. I don't understand what the rest of the values meant, but the "pulse" reads "65 bpm". Yay.
The cuff is tightly wrapped around my left arm, with two cables, one a data cable and the other an air tube, running to a machine slightly bigger and much thicker than my Zen, resting in a pouch specially built for it.
At first it was still alright, but now the cuff around my arm and its every-half-an-hour squeeze is beginning to make me very uncomfortable. I can't bend my left arm well because of the cuff, and I have to carry this thing with me everywhere I went. As if its not enough, I have to record down what I'm doing every half an hour, on a piece of paper provided.
Actually this whole monitoring thingy looks like some stalker to find out what I exactly do in my life everyday. The recording diary is one thing, but that machine measures my blood pressure so frequently, they will know if I
Then I realise that actually I can bathe, stripping the thing off and putting it back during the half-an-hour interval. But the cuff doesn't look easy to put on, so I shall decide later.
The machine just took one reading. I don't understand what the rest of the values meant, but the "pulse" reads "65 bpm". Yay.
Friday, July 14, 2006
[EDIT]
Tachycardia is what they wrote in my medical status report. It sounds dangerous. Haha.
Surfing through Wikipedia I read that caffeine indirectly causes an increase in heart rate, blood pressure, and blood flow to muscles. Then I remembered that on both occassions I had downed one cup (the first time) and one can (today) of coffee before making my way there. Could it be the cause?
[END OF EDIT]
My heart rate is still high.
My appointment was 8.30am, but I only went there after school at about 1pm so that I can do my napfa re-test(silver!) and computing coursework(I am stuck =( ).
During the test they asked me to try and take a nap, even switching off half the lights and playing music (I heard My Heart Will Go On, among others) for me. But people who have been there will know that its impossible to do so. At least for me.
Apparently it was abit of a mistake to do my 2.4k run before the ECG according to the MOs there, but I don't think it affected me because I didn't do any exercise the first time I went there. Besides this time round I had a five-hour rest.
They think that a one-min ECG test is not enough, and a half-an-hour test is not enough, so they decided to make it a twenty-four hour one.
In comes a 24-hour Ambulatory Blood Pressure Monitoring, or ABP, for short.
Some small machine will be attached to my body, along with some cuff and rubber tubing (the machine got pouch somemore), and I go home, returning it the following day. (I read interpreted it wrongly at first; I thought I have to sleep there. Haha.)
The brochure they gave me went to the extent of comparing it to a pen in a picture, just to show how small it is. But I guess it should be really small. Because my mother just told me my brother had one recently too, and I didn't even know that!
The only bad thing is I have to skip school for two days, and I can't bathe.
Next Tuesday will be the day I have a machine and its wires molesting my body.
Tachycardia is what they wrote in my medical status report. It sounds dangerous. Haha.
Surfing through Wikipedia I read that caffeine indirectly causes an increase in heart rate, blood pressure, and blood flow to muscles. Then I remembered that on both occassions I had downed one cup (the first time) and one can (today) of coffee before making my way there. Could it be the cause?
[END OF EDIT]
My heart rate is still high.
My appointment was 8.30am, but I only went there after school at about 1pm so that I can do my napfa re-test(silver!) and computing coursework(I am stuck =( ).
During the test they asked me to try and take a nap, even switching off half the lights and playing music (I heard My Heart Will Go On, among others) for me. But people who have been there will know that its impossible to do so. At least for me.
Apparently it was abit of a mistake to do my 2.4k run before the ECG according to the MOs there, but I don't think it affected me because I didn't do any exercise the first time I went there. Besides this time round I had a five-hour rest.
They think that a one-min ECG test is not enough, and a half-an-hour test is not enough, so they decided to make it a twenty-four hour one.
In comes a 24-hour Ambulatory Blood Pressure Monitoring, or ABP, for short.
Some small machine will be attached to my body, along with some cuff and rubber tubing (the machine got pouch somemore), and I go home, returning it the following day. (I read interpreted it wrongly at first; I thought I have to sleep there. Haha.)
The brochure they gave me went to the extent of comparing it to a pen in a picture, just to show how small it is. But I guess it should be really small. Because my mother just told me my brother had one recently too, and I didn't even know that!
The only bad thing is I have to skip school for two days, and I can't bathe.
Next Tuesday will be the day I have a machine and its wires molesting my body.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Not too long ago my mother's boss treated her to durians, and i ate almost half the durians.
Today the boss of the coffee shop my mother is working in struck lottery, so treated everyone to durians.
And I finished half of it again. Haha.
With the distribution of the prelims timetable and the reminders that prelims are a mere 48 days away, slowing ticking down, the stress and pressure are beginning to build up, slowly but surely.
And when I see the paper 0s for the various subjects scheduled on the last few days of the exam weeks, I can only sigh and regret for not working hard enough. 68 for maths now? For what?
At a Business forum I attended today:
SMU: We conduct interviews to students who are coming in...blah blah..and we have rejected students who have 4As before because they do not speak up during interviews etc etc blah.
NUS: My nephew never spoke a word during the interview and he got in.
Haha. "Interesting" talk.
Today the boss of the coffee shop my mother is working in struck lottery, so treated everyone to durians.
And I finished half of it again. Haha.
With the distribution of the prelims timetable and the reminders that prelims are a mere 48 days away, slowing ticking down, the stress and pressure are beginning to build up, slowly but surely.
And when I see the paper 0s for the various subjects scheduled on the last few days of the exam weeks, I can only sigh and regret for not working hard enough. 68 for maths now? For what?
At a Business forum I attended today:
SMU: We conduct interviews to students who are coming in...blah blah..and we have rejected students who have 4As before because they do not speak up during interviews etc etc blah.
NUS: My nephew never spoke a word during the interview and he got in.
Haha. "Interesting" talk.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
I GOT 67 for MATHS!!!!!!!!!
This is one of the greatest shocks (or rather, surprises) I got in recent days. I was expecting a just-pass for it when the teacher gave back the papers this morning. This is the best maths results I had since year1 mid years (I got 41/50 in a common test in the first 3 months) ! Haha.
After flipping through the results I realise that I could have gotten 73 (an A!), if I had replaced 2 minus signs with 2 plus signs (2marks!), finished up the working for one question (2marks!), and realise that my answers for a part 2 of a question could be taken from part 1 (2 marks! I didn't realise the 2 parts were linked =( ). It could have even went up to 75 if I had not rounded off my answers for one question and used exact fractions instead of decimals for another question.
It could even have gone up to 78 if I had not read "occur more than 4 times" wrongly and written P(x>=4). That would have made me one of the highest in class!!!! I think.
Then again, I shouldn't harp too much on all the "could have", because if I really "could have" then I would already have gotten better marks. I can't turn back time, so I shall accept it.
Currently this B grade is the highest grade I got since the Year1 mid year (my A for computing..... =( ), beating my previous highest of the two C grades during the March common tests. Not to say I'm satisfied with my marks, but I'm happy. Haha.
While I'm quite sure I won't be doing well for physics and chemistry, I'm still staying optimistic, Even if the average chem mcq mark was 14/30. Hoping at least a pass in both. Heh. I do hope those chunks of stuff I wrote for computing will get me a good score. I want an A! At least a B!
Besides surprising myself the 67 was also high enough to surprise some of my friends, who went "Even QW can score so well, why can't you?!?". Hahahahahahahaha.
This 67 was powerful enough to keep me awake throughout the day, despite having only 3-4 hours of sleep because of last night's World Cup match. I collapsed only at the end of the day, during computing lecture. Ha.
I wonder if people will think I'm crazy, getting all hyped up over a 67, when others are worrying over not getting A or 90/100 or something.
I need to mug!
Speaking of World Cup, last night's Portugal vs France wasn't exactly exciting. In fact I fell asleep and missed the penalty kick, waking up in time to watch the replay only. The only exciting moments were only in the last minutes of the match where Portugal were desperate for a goal. Otherwise the match was no kick (pun!)
Today the house comm people went up on stage to announce that the final match next Monday will be screened in college live. I have not decided if I want to go to school and watch. I prefer the college letting us to go sch later that day. =(
After this I shall take a nap, before preparing for tomorrow's coursework.
Last but not least, godly download speeds!
This is one of the greatest shocks (or rather, surprises) I got in recent days. I was expecting a just-pass for it when the teacher gave back the papers this morning. This is the best maths results I had since year1 mid years (I got 41/50 in a common test in the first 3 months) ! Haha.
After flipping through the results I realise that I could have gotten 73 (an A!), if I had replaced 2 minus signs with 2 plus signs (2marks!), finished up the working for one question (2marks!), and realise that my answers for a part 2 of a question could be taken from part 1 (2 marks! I didn't realise the 2 parts were linked =( ). It could have even went up to 75 if I had not rounded off my answers for one question and used exact fractions instead of decimals for another question.
It could even have gone up to 78 if I had not read "occur more than 4 times" wrongly and written P(x>=4). That would have made me one of the highest in class!!!! I think.
Then again, I shouldn't harp too much on all the "could have", because if I really "could have" then I would already have gotten better marks. I can't turn back time, so I shall accept it.
Currently this B grade is the highest grade I got since the Year1 mid year (my A for computing..... =( ), beating my previous highest of the two C grades during the March common tests. Not to say I'm satisfied with my marks, but I'm happy. Haha.
While I'm quite sure I won't be doing well for physics and chemistry, I'm still staying optimistic, Even if the average chem mcq mark was 14/30. Hoping at least a pass in both. Heh. I do hope those chunks of stuff I wrote for computing will get me a good score. I want an A! At least a B!
Besides surprising myself the 67 was also high enough to surprise some of my friends, who went "Even QW can score so well, why can't you?!?". Hahahahahahahaha.
This 67 was powerful enough to keep me awake throughout the day, despite having only 3-4 hours of sleep because of last night's World Cup match. I collapsed only at the end of the day, during computing lecture. Ha.
I wonder if people will think I'm crazy, getting all hyped up over a 67, when others are worrying over not getting A or 90/100 or something.
I need to mug!
Speaking of World Cup, last night's Portugal vs France wasn't exactly exciting. In fact I fell asleep and missed the penalty kick, waking up in time to watch the replay only. The only exciting moments were only in the last minutes of the match where Portugal were desperate for a goal. Otherwise the match was no kick (pun!)
Today the house comm people went up on stage to announce that the final match next Monday will be screened in college live. I have not decided if I want to go to school and watch. I prefer the college letting us to go sch later that day. =(
After this I shall take a nap, before preparing for tomorrow's coursework.
Last but not least, godly download speeds!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Today was iCOMP farewell!
Actually I missed out much of it, because I was attending a engineering talk, so I was only in time for a cup of coke, a CD the juniors made for all the seniors, and a photo with the lab technicians.
iCOMP has been a very enjoyable time for me, definitely one of the greatest highlights during my two years in VJC. iCOMP was the place I relaxed after a hard day of work (even better than the student lounge!), the place that brought me laughter in the midst of the stress, the place where I made whacky friends. iCOMP indirectly allowed me to hang out in the lab technician room with the lab technicians, something which not many in school can do. How many people have heard the usually reserved lab techs sing with a guitar?
On the other hand, I regret that I did not contribute much to iCOMP. People think I am a dedicated member, turning up for every meeting every Wednesday. However, turning up for every meeting and not doing anything is the same as not turning up at all. In the past year and a half, the only major project I did was the Director package I created for the current affairs quiz. Otherwise, all I have done were just helping out with some simple filming of some concerts, and capturing them onto CDs.
I didn't do much.
As the seniors step down from iCOMP, the unique name that everyone know will be going down with us too, as the CCA changes its name to Infocomm Club. After my sec1/sec2 time in AHS Computer Club, this past year of iCOMP will be my next best memories of CCA.
Actually I missed out much of it, because I was attending a engineering talk, so I was only in time for a cup of coke, a CD the juniors made for all the seniors, and a photo with the lab technicians.
iCOMP has been a very enjoyable time for me, definitely one of the greatest highlights during my two years in VJC. iCOMP was the place I relaxed after a hard day of work (even better than the student lounge!), the place that brought me laughter in the midst of the stress, the place where I made whacky friends. iCOMP indirectly allowed me to hang out in the lab technician room with the lab technicians, something which not many in school can do. How many people have heard the usually reserved lab techs sing with a guitar?
On the other hand, I regret that I did not contribute much to iCOMP. People think I am a dedicated member, turning up for every meeting every Wednesday. However, turning up for every meeting and not doing anything is the same as not turning up at all. In the past year and a half, the only major project I did was the Director package I created for the current affairs quiz. Otherwise, all I have done were just helping out with some simple filming of some concerts, and capturing them onto CDs.
I didn't do much.
As the seniors step down from iCOMP, the unique name that everyone know will be going down with us too, as the CCA changes its name to Infocomm Club. After my sec1/sec2 time in AHS Computer Club, this past year of iCOMP will be my next best memories of CCA.
Monday, July 03, 2006
"the 50th anniversary how"
"so who going esplanade"
I was bugged by my friends (ok la, only 2 actually) on the above issue. So I might as well ask everyone. Then err...I see if I can do something about it. Haha.
There are at least 3 events according to the AHS website and the alumni website.
1) Founders' Day celebrations
Date: 22th July Saturday
Time: 10am
Venue: Main school hall
Cost: Free
I should be going back on that day. To see how much the school has, err, changed.
2) 50th Anniversary Dinner
Date: 22th July Saturday
Time: 7pm
Venue: Singapore Expo Hall 1A
Cost: $50 for us.
I went to the ticket ordering thingy and they said: Consolidate your seats and order by the table to avoid being separated from your friends!
The thing they never say how many heads to one table. I think I shall email them later and ask ba.
Another thing is the payment. Apparently they only accept cheque through mail. $(50x10) in one cheque?
3) Concert
Date: 30th July Saturday (This is interesting, because 30th July is a Sunday. So I don't know if they are referring to Sat or Sun)
Time: 7.30pm
Venue: Esplanade Concert Hall
Tickets: $20, $40, $60, $100
Have to call some number to get the tickets. Sistic?
Tag on the board if anyone is interested in any of those. Then I shall see how I can settle it ba.
"so who going esplanade"
I was bugged by my friends (ok la, only 2 actually) on the above issue. So I might as well ask everyone. Then err...I see if I can do something about it. Haha.
There are at least 3 events according to the AHS website and the alumni website.
1) Founders' Day celebrations
Date: 22th July Saturday
Time: 10am
Venue: Main school hall
Cost: Free
I should be going back on that day. To see how much the school has, err, changed.
2) 50th Anniversary Dinner
Date: 22th July Saturday
Time: 7pm
Venue: Singapore Expo Hall 1A
Cost: $50 for us.
I went to the ticket ordering thingy and they said: Consolidate your seats and order by the table to avoid being separated from your friends!
The thing they never say how many heads to one table. I think I shall email them later and ask ba.
Another thing is the payment. Apparently they only accept cheque through mail. $(50x10) in one cheque?
3) Concert
Date: 30th July Saturday (This is interesting, because 30th July is a Sunday. So I don't know if they are referring to Sat or Sun)
Time: 7.30pm
Venue: Esplanade Concert Hall
Tickets: $20, $40, $60, $100
Have to call some number to get the tickets. Sistic?
Tag on the board if anyone is interested in any of those. Then I shall see how I can settle it ba.
I don't know what to do now.
I still remembered I said I wanted to blog on "achievements", but I'm not in the mood to blog about something so heavy now. Perhaps I may end up not talking about that at all.
All pentium3s and no pentium4 (or athlon) makes Qing Wei a dull boy. Heh.
I'm not exactly very free actually; I haven't revise my OOP (object-oriented programming, in case anyone wants to know), my school bag is empty, and empty tutorials and lecture notes are all over my files and the floor. Then again, in this relatively quiet and peaceful afternoon, I don't feel like doing anything. At least for now.
After today, it will be another term of mindless rush, in preparation for the final examinations in a not-too-distant time. I wonder if I can survive till the end of this year.
Yesterday was the class chalet. Turnout was a little disappointing, numbering just about half the class. But activities weren't too bad; I myself had fun cycling, playing soccer and frisbee.
Going home wasn't pleasant though. After missing out of the last train, my friend and I had settled for bus21, only for it to break down halfway, so swtiched to bus3. Plus another bus291, it took me 4 bus trips to reach my house. and two of them weren't necessary.
I should get my own bike next time.
Its so sad to see Brazil out of the World Cup. I stayed up to watch Brazil win, but in the end watched them lose instead. Apparently France exposed Brazil's weakness in defence and used it to their advantage, at the same time setting up a strong defensive front to stop their samba attacks.
Surprisingly Brazil did not play a good game yesterday; it was Zidane's performance that impressed me.
Then again, it won't be nice to see Brazil win every time. Just like what Ferrari did to Formula One. Some variations will be nice. Haha.
But then, the World Cup doesn't look like World Cup when no South American team is in the top four. Haha.
With the few options left I would pick Italy and Portugal to be in the finals, and see Italy win. Although I think it will be Germany winning France instead.
All songs suddenly sound so nice when one listens to them on a quiet afternoon.
My mother just woke up. With a person walking around the house and giving the occassional nag, the peacefulness of the afternoon house is broken. Haha.
I still remembered I said I wanted to blog on "achievements", but I'm not in the mood to blog about something so heavy now. Perhaps I may end up not talking about that at all.
All pentium3s and no pentium4 (or athlon) makes Qing Wei a dull boy. Heh.
I'm not exactly very free actually; I haven't revise my OOP (object-oriented programming, in case anyone wants to know), my school bag is empty, and empty tutorials and lecture notes are all over my files and the floor. Then again, in this relatively quiet and peaceful afternoon, I don't feel like doing anything. At least for now.
After today, it will be another term of mindless rush, in preparation for the final examinations in a not-too-distant time. I wonder if I can survive till the end of this year.
Yesterday was the class chalet. Turnout was a little disappointing, numbering just about half the class. But activities weren't too bad; I myself had fun cycling, playing soccer and frisbee.
Going home wasn't pleasant though. After missing out of the last train, my friend and I had settled for bus21, only for it to break down halfway, so swtiched to bus3. Plus another bus291, it took me 4 bus trips to reach my house. and two of them weren't necessary.
I should get my own bike next time.
Its so sad to see Brazil out of the World Cup. I stayed up to watch Brazil win, but in the end watched them lose instead. Apparently France exposed Brazil's weakness in defence and used it to their advantage, at the same time setting up a strong defensive front to stop their samba attacks.
Surprisingly Brazil did not play a good game yesterday; it was Zidane's performance that impressed me.
Then again, it won't be nice to see Brazil win every time. Just like what Ferrari did to Formula One. Some variations will be nice. Haha.
But then, the World Cup doesn't look like World Cup when no South American team is in the top four. Haha.
With the few options left I would pick Italy and Portugal to be in the finals, and see Italy win. Although I think it will be Germany winning France instead.
All songs suddenly sound so nice when one listens to them on a quiet afternoon.
My mother just woke up. With a person walking around the house and giving the occassional nag, the peacefulness of the afternoon house is broken. Haha.
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