The time's 1:33AM, and I feel like giving myself some good ol' self-flagellation. I shall spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that exams are in three weeks' time, and Joseph has not received any good news for the entire semester.
Lately he's been distracted too.. wandering around in Multiply and Friendster and Blogger and chitchatting on Yahoo Messenger. His batchmates and close friends in the Philippines are graduating (most of them at least), and he can't help but want to catch up with them before they disperse into the realm of the workplace -- if only to ask how they've been, if they're graduating at all, how they're dealing with the thought of graduation and all. Joseph has also tinkered with the html and CSS codes controlling layout and formatting of his Blogspot and Friendster and Multiply pages, thanks to his newly-installed Photoshop CS2, and Joseph's pleased for the most part, until he remembers he has used up precious mugging time.
But it's not all bad really. Sometimes Joseph can just be temperamental. One moment he's giddy and pleased with himself, the next moment he feels the world is on the verge of crashing down (it hasn't crashed yet, and thus the increased tension and panic).
I wanted to make a happy post, really, a few hours ago -- too bad happy moments tend to just fly by in an instant.
Oh well, thank God for therapy: chocolate, music, and Prison Break. And friends too.
My Stupid Mouth
Tonight the NUS Choir performed at Amplitude (combined concert of the NUS hall choirs) as guest choir. I rushed off afterwards to attend Rohit's birthday celebration at my hostel. He's my friend Ivy's Indian boyfriend, he lives in the same floor as me (in fact the room I stay in currently was his room last year). Oh and I called my dear Lola Doding this morning. I love talking to my grandmas -- they always seem to just genuinely care. (I called home too, but nobody picked up... maybe they were at Church that time. I'll call some other time instead.=P ) So those are the highlights of today (or yesterday). Nothing much, really. I didn't get to study again and I'm beginning to get annoyed with myself.
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The other night I made a semi-drastic decision. I had my hair shaved off. Ala Michael Scofield of Prison Break. Haha. I didn't do it because I'm such a fan of the show (although I really am), I did it for kicks. Actually it's more of an outward expression of a new change -- the time has come to shift gears and mug like crazy for the upcoming exams. Seriously, it's gonna be dangerous, and it's time to buck up.
My hair has gotten mixed reviews. Karen was stunned and said it's masculine and it's like I've gotten a shot of testosterone (of course she said this in a more "Karen" fashion and I'm just paraphrasing it to cushion the impact); Chun Fang of Choir couldn't help but rub my head every moment she gets; Xianling thinks it's sexy yehey; Kurien wants me to shave it all off instead of leaving some short short length of hair; Aaron realised that my head is triangle-shaped for the first time; Joanne thought it was nice; Yao Hsien calls me Scofield now; and Johannes went, "What did you do to your hair?" as soon as he saw me. Haha I don't care much, really. I like it, it's different, and some people like it -- and that's good enough for me.
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My fellow bass in choir, Zhijin, is this fun and friendly guy from China who does a strange amusing thing: he slaps his face whenever he sings a wrong note. It's adorable really, it's quite cute. Here we are singing in rehearsals, and he suddenly just slaps himself. I could help but chuckle, haha that funny guy.
I'm saying this because I realise I've been talking a bit too much. I talk too fast, that's a given, but I also talk too much. I talk sometimes with less tact than others would expect, I talk crap and just humiliate myself really, I speak my mind at the expense of my dignity. On one hand, I am outspoken -- and that makes me feel good, that somehow I feel deserving of my post as editor of the Outspoken desk of The Ridge. It's good to be outspoken, this I'm absolutely sure of, but there are times too when the right, more prudent, thing to do is to shut up. As I've told newly-elected Choir President Aaron earlier this evening after a verbal spectacle, I've already ruffled some feathers, which is a good thing, but I think my ruffling-feathers time is up. Even in Rohit's party later after Amplitude, my big mouth got the better of me and I think I just embarrassed myself.
Maybe I should follow Zhijin and slap myself too, not when I sing wrong notes, but when I'm about to blurt out stuff that could very well be word vomit.
* * *
The other night I made a semi-drastic decision. I had my hair shaved off. Ala Michael Scofield of Prison Break. Haha. I didn't do it because I'm such a fan of the show (although I really am), I did it for kicks. Actually it's more of an outward expression of a new change -- the time has come to shift gears and mug like crazy for the upcoming exams. Seriously, it's gonna be dangerous, and it's time to buck up.
My hair has gotten mixed reviews. Karen was stunned and said it's masculine and it's like I've gotten a shot of testosterone (of course she said this in a more "Karen" fashion and I'm just paraphrasing it to cushion the impact); Chun Fang of Choir couldn't help but rub my head every moment she gets; Xianling thinks it's sexy yehey; Kurien wants me to shave it all off instead of leaving some short short length of hair; Aaron realised that my head is triangle-shaped for the first time; Joanne thought it was nice; Yao Hsien calls me Scofield now; and Johannes went, "What did you do to your hair?" as soon as he saw me. Haha I don't care much, really. I like it, it's different, and some people like it -- and that's good enough for me.
* * *
My fellow bass in choir, Zhijin, is this fun and friendly guy from China who does a strange amusing thing: he slaps his face whenever he sings a wrong note. It's adorable really, it's quite cute. Here we are singing in rehearsals, and he suddenly just slaps himself. I could help but chuckle, haha that funny guy.
I'm saying this because I realise I've been talking a bit too much. I talk too fast, that's a given, but I also talk too much. I talk sometimes with less tact than others would expect, I talk crap and just humiliate myself really, I speak my mind at the expense of my dignity. On one hand, I am outspoken -- and that makes me feel good, that somehow I feel deserving of my post as editor of the Outspoken desk of The Ridge. It's good to be outspoken, this I'm absolutely sure of, but there are times too when the right, more prudent, thing to do is to shut up. As I've told newly-elected Choir President Aaron earlier this evening after a verbal spectacle, I've already ruffled some feathers, which is a good thing, but I think my ruffling-feathers time is up. Even in Rohit's party later after Amplitude, my big mouth got the better of me and I think I just embarrassed myself.
Maybe I should follow Zhijin and slap myself too, not when I sing wrong notes, but when I'm about to blurt out stuff that could very well be word vomit.
Waiting for my rocket to come
So, where have my blue skies gone?
And so I remain... sitting, waiting, wishing, for that rocket to come.
Who knew that a film history essay could be so bloody painful?
And so I remain... sitting, waiting, wishing, for that rocket to come.
Who knew that a film history essay could be so bloody painful?
Wala Lang
Too many blogworthy events happened lately, and as usual, I haven't the time to blog.
I thought I'd mention the following in passing, by way of a short phrase, but it turned out much longer, so I'm making it a separate paragraph. The significant events were the memorable and enjoyable NUS Choir concert (small ensemble was the smallest group I sang in and with the biggest crowd), the interesting Choir elections earlier tonight (Congrats Aaron and Nadia, and I'm seriously gonna miss you Iris, Huai Zhi, Kurien and Joanne and the exchange students!), the Keng Khoon send-off at Changi airport last night (ex-Choir President is going to Germany for exchange), Karen's big break in the form of a Masters program on Infectious Diseases in Switzerland(!!), the application form of which I sent to Biopolis so she's especially thankful to me, my midterm tests and the stinging results (in large part because of carelessness), my movie marathon at Central Library waiting for that epiphany of a good essay topic for my Film History essay (I'm thinking of doing Robert Altman's Gosford Park and highlighting its parallel with Jean Renoir's The Rules of the Game, but the unanswered big question is: So what?), and that small proud moment when, after having answered a question posted by my Financial Mathematics lecturer in our tutorial class, and the lecturer said he wasn't satisfied, I spoke up, "But the answer is not wrong, Sir, right? It's not the best answer, but it satisfies all the conditions given by the question, so it can't be wrong. It can be improved, yes, but it's not wrong." (He smiled and wanted to answer, but since there was a similar question in the midterm, and a student was to take the make-up test that evening, he said he'll explain another time.)
So what is this post about again? I guess it's a wala lang post. "Wala lang" means "just nothing" in Filipino, and that's what this post is all about. Sort of a "just because" post -- you know, the sort that's of no particular pressing reason, but it's just there.
Joseph is exhausted now, but he wishes everyone well, especially the choir members he'll miss, the choir members who have just/will step up soon, the sad and disappointed, the dutiful ones who strive to do their best despite poor returns. God please give me strength to face the coming weeks -- it's gonna get bumpy from now on.
Gooood night, dear reader.
I thought I'd mention the following in passing, by way of a short phrase, but it turned out much longer, so I'm making it a separate paragraph. The significant events were the memorable and enjoyable NUS Choir concert (small ensemble was the smallest group I sang in and with the biggest crowd), the interesting Choir elections earlier tonight (Congrats Aaron and Nadia, and I'm seriously gonna miss you Iris, Huai Zhi, Kurien and Joanne and the exchange students!), the Keng Khoon send-off at Changi airport last night (ex-Choir President is going to Germany for exchange), Karen's big break in the form of a Masters program on Infectious Diseases in Switzerland(!!), the application form of which I sent to Biopolis so she's especially thankful to me, my midterm tests and the stinging results (in large part because of carelessness), my movie marathon at Central Library waiting for that epiphany of a good essay topic for my Film History essay (I'm thinking of doing Robert Altman's Gosford Park and highlighting its parallel with Jean Renoir's The Rules of the Game, but the unanswered big question is: So what?), and that small proud moment when, after having answered a question posted by my Financial Mathematics lecturer in our tutorial class, and the lecturer said he wasn't satisfied, I spoke up, "But the answer is not wrong, Sir, right? It's not the best answer, but it satisfies all the conditions given by the question, so it can't be wrong. It can be improved, yes, but it's not wrong." (He smiled and wanted to answer, but since there was a similar question in the midterm, and a student was to take the make-up test that evening, he said he'll explain another time.)
So what is this post about again? I guess it's a wala lang post. "Wala lang" means "just nothing" in Filipino, and that's what this post is all about. Sort of a "just because" post -- you know, the sort that's of no particular pressing reason, but it's just there.
Joseph is exhausted now, but he wishes everyone well, especially the choir members he'll miss, the choir members who have just/will step up soon, the sad and disappointed, the dutiful ones who strive to do their best despite poor returns. God please give me strength to face the coming weeks -- it's gonna get bumpy from now on.
Gooood night, dear reader.
Agent Tomato
My longtime friend Agent Tomato has been scolding me just now. He says I've been acting childish and emo and immature. He'd get me a lollipop too if that's the only way to pacify me.
Nope, I said. It's bad enough I've been making a mountain out of a mole hill, I'll try to grow up on my own.
But really, what's the fuss about? It's just another much-ado-about-nothing case.
Anyway nice to know you're back Agent T. Those were happy days of long ago!
Nope, I said. It's bad enough I've been making a mountain out of a mole hill, I'll try to grow up on my own.
But really, what's the fuss about? It's just another much-ado-about-nothing case.
Anyway nice to know you're back Agent T. Those were happy days of long ago!
