darn it. just called my choir mistress, trying to get out of this week's choir camp. she didn't let me, saying that gerard might be able to fetch me home on sunday. ack, hate it when pple do stuff for me, feel like i'm inconveniencing them. which is why i'm not asking denise to give me a lift, her dad is really nice.
truth be told, i don't like going for things just half-way. if i go for the camp i want to go for the whole thing, not leave on the night of the first day and come back at dusk on the second. what's the point, if im going to be missing half the thing anyway. there're obviously going to be things done on the day that i missed and, how do it put it... i'll be out of sync with everyone else. i'll start feeling like i'm part of an interactive audience or something. get my drift?
don't get me wrong, am really wanting to go for this camp. there's going to be praise and worship and everything. but i'd rather not travel back and forth from sembawang and thompson/bishan or worse, have someone do it for me.
urgh. how did i get myself into this... and so sorry for sounding american, was watching tv before this.
Monday, November 24, 2003
hah. ok, shd have a few good hours on the com. and tor, eldred said he never got anything from you.
so. camp was really funky. everyday we'd end at abt, roughly 12 in the morning and by the time we were finished with supper , washing up and whatnot it would be abt 1 something so everyone would get an average of 9 hours of sleep for both nights togther. but that's for the pple who actually slept at all lah... heard abt alot of strange things going on in the other dorms... spin the bottle and all. which dorm? if you're familiar with the pple in my church then you shd know.
was hanging out with either my group members or kat and ara (both pple who were in the same dorm as i was in) at any given time. they're all pretty decnt pple, except for ara and kat who stole my towel while i was bathing. screamed at the same time a facil was nearby so they had to give it back. when asked why i screamed they responded by saying that the water was cold. sheesh.
if i ate like how i did during the camp, i'd be hell a lot fatter than i am now. 3 square meals a day, plus supper. boxes of oreos were present all the time, unlimited supply of milo and the occasional bag of chips. oh yes, and nutella that saved me because i badly needed a sugar high. i mean, the meals were so healthy.
had mass on the last day. was surprised that my parents turned up. thought only my godma would 'cos my parents are so blur, i had to call my dad the previous day to tell him that there was mass at all. it was pretty cool, especially since it was on a sunday. was sorry i had to have lunch them though, there was funky stuff happening at my group table...
ok, aside from all that, i really learnt a lot. about myself, my faith and my parents. it may sound cliche (but hey, look on the bright side, they sorta become cliches because they're true...) but somehow after the camp i was feeling maybe a little closer to God.
and that was last week. the most recent weekend was my confirmation itself. the rehersal was on saturday so had to miss half of band because of it. but i think mebe it was mainly because of the recruitment drive. sang in a small group to promote choir. and screwed it up. oh well. and not forgetting elizabeth who baked brownies for everyone as christmas presents. she's unbalanced larh.
bought a dress, shawl and did a manicure for my confirmation itself. manicure being a colour french (black). i really like it but is now odd to eat with fingers. anyway, was sitting at the back of the church and everytime i turned around, it seemed as if there was another ij girl strolling in. i say, we don't need a chapel, we'll just use risen christ.
been preparing for sunday for all my cathecism life. now it's all over and i feel just weird. it's like i've become the church equivelent of an adult. im going to miss class and of course my cathecists, especially lester and lai probably 'cos they've been the closest to my own age compared to all the other cathecists. easier to connect and all that.
honestly, i've never given much thought to cat classes. but now am feeling grateful, for all those lessons concerning my faith, the classes on saturday afternoons that became such a chore to attend but now when i look back, rather enjoyable really. they were an integral part of my life.
enough reminiscing. am going to change skin, am tired of this one.
so. camp was really funky. everyday we'd end at abt, roughly 12 in the morning and by the time we were finished with supper , washing up and whatnot it would be abt 1 something so everyone would get an average of 9 hours of sleep for both nights togther. but that's for the pple who actually slept at all lah... heard abt alot of strange things going on in the other dorms... spin the bottle and all. which dorm? if you're familiar with the pple in my church then you shd know.
was hanging out with either my group members or kat and ara (both pple who were in the same dorm as i was in) at any given time. they're all pretty decnt pple, except for ara and kat who stole my towel while i was bathing. screamed at the same time a facil was nearby so they had to give it back. when asked why i screamed they responded by saying that the water was cold. sheesh.
if i ate like how i did during the camp, i'd be hell a lot fatter than i am now. 3 square meals a day, plus supper. boxes of oreos were present all the time, unlimited supply of milo and the occasional bag of chips. oh yes, and nutella that saved me because i badly needed a sugar high. i mean, the meals were so healthy.
had mass on the last day. was surprised that my parents turned up. thought only my godma would 'cos my parents are so blur, i had to call my dad the previous day to tell him that there was mass at all. it was pretty cool, especially since it was on a sunday. was sorry i had to have lunch them though, there was funky stuff happening at my group table...
ok, aside from all that, i really learnt a lot. about myself, my faith and my parents. it may sound cliche (but hey, look on the bright side, they sorta become cliches because they're true...) but somehow after the camp i was feeling maybe a little closer to God.
and that was last week. the most recent weekend was my confirmation itself. the rehersal was on saturday so had to miss half of band because of it. but i think mebe it was mainly because of the recruitment drive. sang in a small group to promote choir. and screwed it up. oh well. and not forgetting elizabeth who baked brownies for everyone as christmas presents. she's unbalanced larh.
bought a dress, shawl and did a manicure for my confirmation itself. manicure being a colour french (black). i really like it but is now odd to eat with fingers. anyway, was sitting at the back of the church and everytime i turned around, it seemed as if there was another ij girl strolling in. i say, we don't need a chapel, we'll just use risen christ.
been preparing for sunday for all my cathecism life. now it's all over and i feel just weird. it's like i've become the church equivelent of an adult. im going to miss class and of course my cathecists, especially lester and lai probably 'cos they've been the closest to my own age compared to all the other cathecists. easier to connect and all that.
honestly, i've never given much thought to cat classes. but now am feeling grateful, for all those lessons concerning my faith, the classes on saturday afternoons that became such a chore to attend but now when i look back, rather enjoyable really. they were an integral part of my life.
enough reminiscing. am going to change skin, am tired of this one.
wheeeeee!!! my com has been fixed!! the thing kind of died while i was away for con camp. my parents told me that my mum had overloaded the washing machine so there was a blackout. next thing they knew, the cpu couldn't be switched on.
have a lot of stuff to say.
already mentioned, confirmation camp. met some really nice pple there, the type you don't want to lose contact with. adrian, amelia, angelina (two of 'em), daphne, elizabeth, ester, gabriel, kenneth, matthew, sean and vanessa. typically known as the st paulians as our group was (duh?!) st paul. we had the best time there, and i want to go back!! learnt many things abt myself, did a lot of reflecting and bonding. though one thing i hated was that there was no starbucks nearby. nearest one was at compassvale mall, 10 min drive away. our facillitators were (and still are, actually) really nice. they got stuff for us from 7-11. man i had the best time.
ah crap. need to make long entry abt week but need to wake up for band tmr. at this rate, i'll get mebe abt 5 hrs of sleep. will have to make post tmr as don't need to get up on tues.
have a lot of stuff to say.
already mentioned, confirmation camp. met some really nice pple there, the type you don't want to lose contact with. adrian, amelia, angelina (two of 'em), daphne, elizabeth, ester, gabriel, kenneth, matthew, sean and vanessa. typically known as the st paulians as our group was (duh?!) st paul. we had the best time there, and i want to go back!! learnt many things abt myself, did a lot of reflecting and bonding. though one thing i hated was that there was no starbucks nearby. nearest one was at compassvale mall, 10 min drive away. our facillitators were (and still are, actually) really nice. they got stuff for us from 7-11. man i had the best time.
ah crap. need to make long entry abt week but need to wake up for band tmr. at this rate, i'll get mebe abt 5 hrs of sleep. will have to make post tmr as don't need to get up on tues.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
am freaking out right now. haven't the foggiest idea what i want to do in the future. at least steph has her whole lawyer thing and all that, even knows what jc and stuff she wants to take, so i rather envy her on that bit.
people always say do what you think you'll be happy doing, what you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life. the problem is, i don't think i'm good at anything. i did used to think perhaps geography, but i was wrong. i suck at that, even. i can't draw, write, act, debate or even play an instrument properly. oh shut up, the sax doesn't count, i suck at that too. i did though, once really enjoy this class we had in sec 1 and 2, design and technology. was rather good at it too. pity my school doesn't offer it o level. perhaps i should have gone out of school to persue it instead, is it too late for my aspiration as a carpenter(ress)?
hang on, i'm cheering up now. i'm going to go into spa therapy which is something i like and am remotely good at. my cousin makes me massage her everytime i see her and apparently says that it's as good as the funky thai massage she went for the other time.
ok. am quite cheered up now. typing to myself on a blog can be very theraputic you know. and oi tor, when are you going to next call? mum's been bothering me with her paranoia.
and another thing. in response to denise's post, i might be taking off the links to the other blogs. i don't see a point, practically everyone who comes here already has those addresses or aren't interested in them. it's the whole blog network thing, if you get what i mean.
have to go have dinner now, am having claypot rice. and speaking of clay, i need to make an entry about that clay aiken album that's just come out. another time then.
people always say do what you think you'll be happy doing, what you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life. the problem is, i don't think i'm good at anything. i did used to think perhaps geography, but i was wrong. i suck at that, even. i can't draw, write, act, debate or even play an instrument properly. oh shut up, the sax doesn't count, i suck at that too. i did though, once really enjoy this class we had in sec 1 and 2, design and technology. was rather good at it too. pity my school doesn't offer it o level. perhaps i should have gone out of school to persue it instead, is it too late for my aspiration as a carpenter(ress)?
hang on, i'm cheering up now. i'm going to go into spa therapy which is something i like and am remotely good at. my cousin makes me massage her everytime i see her and apparently says that it's as good as the funky thai massage she went for the other time.
ok. am quite cheered up now. typing to myself on a blog can be very theraputic you know. and oi tor, when are you going to next call? mum's been bothering me with her paranoia.
and another thing. in response to denise's post, i might be taking off the links to the other blogs. i don't see a point, practically everyone who comes here already has those addresses or aren't interested in them. it's the whole blog network thing, if you get what i mean.
have to go have dinner now, am having claypot rice. and speaking of clay, i need to make an entry about that clay aiken album that's just come out. another time then.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
rosie and chan came over today to make good use of the 6 disc set from studio ghibli that i've got on loan. saw mononoke, some racoon thing i don't know the title of and totoro! aargh, that was one hell of a cute movie! i recommend that everyone watch it. why can't disney produce stuff like this?
am getting results tmr. so scared, im numb. am confused as to why they always moderate english but not chinese... and have done much better for end year as compared to mid year. so obviously that's going to pull me down, ack! also have to go to school earlier 'cos gail siow (i can't for the life of me remember how to spell her surname) wants to go through the answers for social studies with us, which is nuts 'cos no one's gonna want to come early.
tor, stop with the friendster thing, i think it hates me. i can't get in, said something about cookies. oh well.
ok. have to go draw up giant planner to stick on wall because of my horrible holidays plans. need to have parents know what time i come home and all that, ack.
am getting results tmr. so scared, im numb. am confused as to why they always moderate english but not chinese... and have done much better for end year as compared to mid year. so obviously that's going to pull me down, ack! also have to go to school earlier 'cos gail siow (i can't for the life of me remember how to spell her surname) wants to go through the answers for social studies with us, which is nuts 'cos no one's gonna want to come early.
tor, stop with the friendster thing, i think it hates me. i can't get in, said something about cookies. oh well.
ok. have to go draw up giant planner to stick on wall because of my horrible holidays plans. need to have parents know what time i come home and all that, ack.