HOLA FROM CHILE!
:D
This delegate is not dead yet! And is proud to state that she SURVIVED HELPMUNC! Despite her internet getting busted the day before HELPMUNC. Can you imagine what it’s like to feel stupid, desperate and helpless?
This delegate is also proud to announce that on Saturday she went up to the podium to make a speech and her script was a blank piece of paper. Her first ever completely impromptu speech. *grins* It sucked, but hey at least this delegate had the guts to go up and defend the already failing resolution. She should totally have won Most Gutsy New Delegate.
This delegate also never realized that a laptop was a necessity for a college student. She plans on switching to the Security Council and using her veto power to demand one from her dad.
This delegate is also getting rather pissed off with this keyboard because the backspace key is jammed. –.-
This delegate is incredibly tired. She has been going to college from 7am-7pm every day since Tuesday and is about to do the same tomorrow! Worse than running marathons I tell you. VAAA D:
But above all, this delegate would like to thank the SGs for making HELPMUNC fun and an awesome learning experience, and for the delegates of Bangladesh, Mexico and the Republic of Korea (all from HRC) for making her day, particularly the delegate of Korea. He shall forever be associated with legalization of prostitution and disbanding of the UN.
This delegate had fun, and will possibly come back for a few more MUNCs, but is of the opinion that Debate still rules. (:
And this delegate has to try and stop talking in 3rd person.
I YOU I YOU I YOU I YOU I YOU I YOU I YOU I YOU I YOU ME WE EVERYBODY!
That feels good. :]
Labels: day-to-day, Friends, Random-ia
Today is a very special day.
First off I want to tell you about Kimberley. She was our 5S7 classmate, Rumah Kuning captain, Band President, drummer girl and an awesome possum frisbee player. And she has beautiful legs. Her legs are so nice and smooth, it’s not even fair! (i.i)
If you’ve never met Kimberley, dear readers I give you the photo that BEST sums up the person she is. THIS is Kimberley:
No, not the retard on the left. That’s Jian Kai. The crazy lady on the right is Kimberley. A picture says a thousand words.
And for the record, THIS is also Jian Kai.
But that’s an inside joke and a long story which you can read about here.
And today is a very special day! Why? Because…
AS OF TODAY, KIMBERLEY WONG IS ALLOWED TO MARRY LEE JIAN KAI!!!
They’re both 18 now, after all. *grins*
(Did I detect a faint scream of horror? It sounded remarkably like Jian Kai.)
KIMBERLEY! :D
I’ve always wanted to ride on a kangaroo. You think you can run faster than a kangaroo can jump?? Just wondering.
From all of us, we hope you’re having fun in Aussieland! I miss 5S7 but gatherings just aren’t gonna be the same without you (i.i) and we need you here. HOW ELSE ARE WE GONNA KEEP JIAN KAI AWAY?!
HEHEHE :D
HAVE A SMASHING 18TH :D
Labels: Friends, High School, Random-ia
Because you seriously underestimate yourself. I believed in you, and I still do. There are many reasons as to why I chose you, you know. Everyone has to fail at some point in their lives. But I’d like you to remember the words of Adam Osborne:
“The most valuable thing you can make is a mistake - you can’t learn anything from being perfect.”
I really, really love thingsweforget! Reading through their posts makes me feel hopeful, optimistic and tough inside. It makes me feel like jumping up and doing things without caring if I fail or not. It’s like drinking a cup of coffee. You get a huge energy boost from drinking coffee. Only coffee always gives me huge headaches, so thingsweforget it is.
HELPMUNC is next week, and I’m the delegate of Chile.
Did you know that Chile is the world’s 5th largest exporter of wine, the largest producer of copper and hosts the most important music festival in Latin America – The Vina del Mar International Song Festival? Chile also ranks 44/182 on the Human Development Index, 25/180 on the Corruption Perceptions Index and 47/143 on the Happy Planet Index. *grins* The national animals of Chile are the condor and the huemul (a type of deer), both of which are endangered animals. Pablo Neruda, who won the 1971 Nobel Prize for Literature, was Chilean. SPM Lit students, you can find the translation of a Pablo Neruda poem in your Poems and Short Stories (6th cycle) under the theme of relationships – Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines.
Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Take time to read it, it’s so touching. Chile is awesome! And I bet that before Feb 27th 2010, you never even thought about Chile. HAH. :D
And now to figure out how to swear in Spanish. Anybody want to teach me? *grins*
Hi everybody. Within this month, my wallet has gone missing AND the zip of my trusty pencil case broke. I have had to revert to an old wallet that’s way too small for all my paraphernalia, and my current pencil case is a Kinokuniya plastic bag. I discovered that I prefer scarves and shawls over jackets and cardigans; and they’re cheaper too. I have run out of cute colourful magnets to hold all the notices up on my whiteboard. I really really really like jellybeans and I have not had any for more than a year. On top of that, in addition to meat I am also abstaining from chocolates for the season of Lent; my family has taken advantage of that fact and eaten all the chocolates my friend bought from London (!!) and left nothing for me (!!!!).
My birthday is next month.
I’m just saying. (;
Man is never satisfied. I am never satisfied.
A Louise-byte: I like being busy. I like feeling that I’m doing something, getting something worthwhile done. I love the sense of accomplishment when I cross something off my to-do list, even if it’s just a phone call or something to pick up from the grocery store. (Somehow this never applies to homework!) I blame it on fear: fear that I would lose my chance to gain an edge over the rest of the thousands of applicants vying for places in universities; fear of losing out, fear of being left out; fear that I’m going to lose my competitive edge. I fear idleness and not having anything to do. I dread not being able to work towards anything short-term. I live on deadlines.
And yet it’s at times like tonight when I feel like throwing my hands up in the air and doing exactly what I feel like doing: blogging, sleeping, downloading music, Facebook-ing and catching up on all my reading. But nooo, I’m stuck here writing a review for Malaysian Studies, an email for WWF and researching Chile. (Actually, I kinda have been doing a lot of what I feel like doing, which partly explains my situation tonight.)(Only PARTLY, may I add!!) What makes it even more frustrating is that my printer died on us a month ago and so I have to figure out how to get all my stuff printed by their respective deadlines.
A quick digression: my house is currently a technological void. There are 4 computers in the house and 2 of them don’t work. One is my dad’s laptop, and it is the only one that functions perfectly. He usually brings it to work though. This one, the one I am currently blogging on, has no sound system and is so riddled with viruses that pendrives visibly cringe away from the USB port! We have a TV but we do not subscribe to Astro. As said before, the printer does not work. On top of everything, none of the 5 cameras in the house work either.
I feel I am perfectly justified in swearing.
#$%^%@##!!!!! ):<
So I’m stuck here with writer’s block, struggling to come up with something more than a little creative for the Malaysian Studies scrapbook which is due this Thursday and worrying about the impending Moral Studies quiz on Wednesday, the textbook of which I have not managed to buy. (Screw you Unknown UOA Stationery Shop for losing your copy of the book!) I think about the A-Levels mocks coming up at the end of next month. I think about the pile of Maths and Literature assignments waiting for me and calmly, resolutely turn my back on them, reminding myself that I asked to be here tonight. I will try to be satisfied with my lot. This was what I wanted and asked for.
It’s going to be a long night.
Note: The note attached to the lemon in the picture says PUCKER UP.
***edit***
Just had inspiration for the Malaysian Studies project and wrote a very LOL Rotiman review. I don’t feel so bad now! (:
Labels: day-to-day, ECA, Musings, Quickies
I disagree with most of you. The SPM results do matter to me. Not because I needed scholarships really badly, but because I am a true-blue CHS-ian: I just really really wanted to know how I did! Like any other exam. Yup, kiasu to the core, c’est moi.
The results were much better than I expected, but no where near as good as I hoped. My results aren’t as awesome as SOME OTHER PEOPLE’S *coughSHENWENKOEYEETHOCKEUDAVIDLILYSHENGHOAYZEANSHIUNGcough* – in fact they’re mediocre, by comparison - but I feel satisfied. Especially where Chinese is concerned! My Chinese tuition teacher was awesome. He knew all along that I could never be persuaded to like Chinese. I was just too lazy to work at it. And yet he continued to push me as hard as I could be persuaded to go. Do you remember this? I expected a D for Chinese.
I got a B+.
As of today, I have never been so glad and so proud: for being Chinese; and of myself, for sticking all the way through with a subject I absolutely detested. Honestly, the uncontested best part of my results slip is the tiny little B+ at the end of the list. Looking at it gives me a huge feeling of accomplishment that I never expected I would ever feel. I suppose I have the school board to thank for making Chinese compulsory for all CHS-ians. There’s really no words to describe the feeling of triumphing over something I was forced into doing and detested all the way.
As for the other subjects, I’m so glad that I managed to make my tuition teachers proud – all of whom I love to bits. I doubt they read my blog, but thank you – Sham (Add Maths & Physics), Mr Lee (Chinese!!!), Mumthaz (BM), Mrs Wong & Kalai (Chemistry).
And thank You. No matter what people say about You, thank You.
I now have a new tool to bargain with my parents! >:D
A BIG shoutout to all CHS-ians:
CONGRATULATIONS!
We totally rocked the SPM!
I’m so proud of us. (:
Lily says that to some extent the results reflect the amount of effort you put in for each subject. I agree with regards to Sejarah because I honestly did not work hard enough to deserve a grade I’d be happy with. But I disagree with regards to BM!! I got an A- for my BM paper. I do not think this is at all fair, because I wrote really well. When you write well, you just KNOW IT. I wrote well enough for an A at least. I totally blame ikan agar-agar!!
I will NEVER be able to look at a plate of jelly the same way ever again. T.T
Labels: day-to-day, Friends, High School, Musings
‘Tis the night before the SPM results are released. And the only thing on my mind is this.
WHY GOD WHY.
T.T
Labels: High School, Quickies
I had my very first driving lesson today. I think I scared the instructor spitless because he only did 2 hours with me and then told me that I had done great and I didn’t need to practice anymore! And then he left me hanging around SDC for an hour.
But that’s not the point of this update. The point is, when my dad picked me up immediately after the session, he looked at me and said…
“Is your hair naturally brown, or have you dyed it?”
-_________________- OMG. FINALLY.
Took you long enough!!!
Labels: day-to-day, Quickies, Random-ia
I spent 4 days, 3 nights at the 2nd Malaysia Debate Open in Melaka, an international competition attended by 76 teams from all over the world like Botswana, India, Qatar, Macau, Singapore and Indonesia. I got to know many of those debaters/adjudicators from other countries. I got to shake hands with some of the biggest and most heard-of names in the debating scene, and was completely overwhelmed by the sheer talent and brainpower around me. I survived hanging around with not much besides 3 crazy gays guys for company for the duration of the competition! I adjudicated for the first time. I watched one epic debate and one bad debate. [It was so bad that I started drawing on my paper instead of taking notes. After that bad debate, one of the speakers came up and shook my hand and said “Thank you, I know you’re tired lah.” because he had seen me resting my head on the desk, and smiled condescendingly at me. I had to bite my lip to stop laughing because I hadn’t been tired. I had been bored!!!] I almost broke my wrist while bowling…
And the only picture I took during the whole trip was THIS:
*grins* Bromance.
HI SHAUN! And congratulations on having officially gone through NS and come out of it alive! :D
Emotional turbulence can do weird things to my appearance. The last time I had a break up (and it was a long long time ago), I went and got my second piercing.
The story is, on Monday I went and dyed my hair. I didn’t tell anyone I was going to do it. I don’t really know why I did it; and up till now the only real reason I can give (without having to go into the boring rubric of my personal life) is: I just felt like it. REALLY LAH. I did. It was one of those random spontaneous snap decisions. I was staring in the mirror, hating my plain black hair (yeah, I know, vanity. Shut up.) and wanting to do something about it. All I had to do was call up the hairdresser a day before and then, poof! It became Koko Krunch! I was a brunette! … Of sorts. The bottle said it was auburn (which is an awesome colour!), but it looks mostly light brown.
The funny thing is, my parents don’t seem to have noticed. Either that, or they’re really good actors. And it’s getting me worried. I mean, I have just been sitting down to dinner with them with a light shining on me, making my hair sparkle, and they didn’t say ANYTHING. I’m really starting to suspect that they’re feigning ignorance. I mean, I can just see them thinking, HEHEHE let’s see how long till she breaks down and confesses. And I swear, I might do that soon. It’s reverse psychology torture.
Not that they’re against the colouring of my own scalp, or they think I should love myself the way God made me – it’s the impact on the environment that they really mind. –.-“
But what to do? Henna won’t show up on my dark hair. Sorry lah Ma! Makeovers are your crazy daughter’s way of dealing with stress. And since I can’t shop during Lent, the only other choice I had was suicide by pill overdose. Do you see?
*insert angelic smile + puppy eyes*
Only one thing: my hair’s a couple of shades lighter than I intended it to be.
This picture, taken in the back of Jenani’s car, doesn’t look so bad. It looks the way I wanted it to. BUT, this was taken in dim light, with a lousy phone camera.
In good proper lighting, I look almost BLONDE.
OMG. Can you imagine what Miss Caroline’s going to say about it?!
And one more thing I didn’t realize before I went rushing around to dye my hair: the weird unnatural-looking colour clashes with most T-shirts I wear. ):
Lesson learnt: I was almost going to say no more random spontaneous snap decisions regarding my appearance. But I decided I can’t guarantee that. Because those decisions have an unbelievably therapeutic effect. *grins* So,
Lesson learnt: No matter what her sentiments towards the colour are, Louise is NOT destined for yellow hair (blonde-ness).
Next time, she’ll go red! :D
Labels: day-to-day, Random-ia
I’m missing the days where I could whip up a post spontaneously and still make it good for people to read. Good things have happened, but nothing extraordinary. I could complain and rant about something in an exaggerated and dramatic fashion, but besides the fact that I have nothing much to complain about, I hardly complain to anyone anymore. Somewhere along the road from high school to college, I lost a lot of my personable-ness and became a whole lot more private. Whenever I do have something to complain about, I hold back. I would rather let the problem sort itself out than have my friends share the weight of the problem with me. I would rather hold my tongue than risk being told that my problem was so minute and that I’m being superficial, worrying about it. I would rather bottle up than have my problem brushed aside like a fly on the wall. It’s got to the point where I no longer know if a problem is really a problem, or a fly on the wall.
Did I just emotionally become a lot tougher, or a lot weaker?
I still can’t decide.
I am not being emo! I had a perfectly good day, for the record! It’s just that this is something about myself that I’ve only just discovered. Aren’t you flattered that I’m telling you? (:
Labels: Musings
