The Secret Parade
Sky SignalIsabel is afflicted with the Two-Left-Feet syndrome, which might explain all the tripping. She never underestimates the power of a hug and doesn't understand why lift doors like closing on her.She's still trying to find out why. She keeps falling short of what God deserves, but still tries anyway. She finds the prayers of little children particularly beautiful. She's not a poet, not a dancer, not an artist - she just likes singing in the shower.
For Broken Ears
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Thursday, November 05, 2009The thing with exams,is that I always only panic at the last minute. Like, even for Math Studies. Which might be a stretch, seeing as how I only started studying it this morning and I didn't practice, only read through the guidebook and stuff that I had to memorize. And then time started passing reallyyyy fast. And I only had 15 minutes to go before I left the house and I was still trying (and failing) to understand the truth tables. It's one of those topics which I always copy from Beu whenever we're doing the practice papers in class (HENCE my decision to devote my time to concentrating on my other subjects and forsaking Math!) because I'm lazy to think through all the complexities. My heartbeat started increasing. 10 minutes left. It's like your senses heighten. You become really jittery and you keep looking at the clock, and the more anxious you are, the harder it is to understand the concepts. And then the worst thing. My mum started pacing. From her room into my room, then from my room to her room, back and forth, back and forth. By then, I could only hear "OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD" screaming in my head, the sound of me breaking the "Thou shalt not use God's name in vain" law. So I switched it to "OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH." I don't think there was a difference. -.- So I've decided. On the mornings before late papers, I will ZEN in my room with the doors locked. Maybe I'll buy a CD with HARP SONGS. Or drink CAMOMILE TEA. But I still have lots to be grateful for, and one of the reasons is that I'm not in RJ. *****'s period didn't come for a month due to hyper-stress. And ******* said she's losing so much weight, she'll be a supermodel when she graduates. HMMM, ON SECOND THOUGHTS.................... Thursday, October 29, 2009"Green tea contains less caffeine than coffee."LIES. It's 1.25pm, and I've only just woke up from my sleep. I wish I could say I burnt the midnight oil studying, but uh, NO. I drank a cup of green tea (the cheap brewed kind, 20 teabags for $1.80) at 2p.m., and another cup at 7p.m. Technically, the caffeine should have worn off by 1a.m., but when I went to sleep at 2, I just couldn't. Plus, I had just finished the Tyra show so Tyra Bank's voice kept LOOPING in my head, something like "Y'ALL GOTTA SHOW SOME LURVE, CHA!" Not the kind of thing you want to fall asleep to. Plus my heart was beating really quite fast, which is a side-effect of caffeine. Watched America's Next Top Model (intellectually stimulating), read newspapers with my leg up, and FINALLY, I started getting sleepy. So I fell asleep at about 7plus, and only just woke up. I feel like crap and my body clock is haywire HAHAH. It's amazing how tea has such an effect on me when I drink a big cup of coffee on some mornings and still end up falling asleep in class. Wednesday, October 28, 2009Intellectual Questions I've Been Asked Today:1) Is fish and chips pasta? 2) Testes produce... Sperm? Water? Blood? (Keep in mind that the enquirer was a GUY) Me: So do you think Mao or Deng was more important to China? X: None of them. They both useless and short and ugly. Then we realized that there was a group of Chinese (like CHINESE Chinese) sitting next to us. -.- Saturday, October 24, 2009How far would you go for thosai?1) Wake up three hours earlier than usual (8.30am instead of the usual 11am) 2) Walk for an hour and a half 3) Get blisters on both heels due to stupid new sports shoes 4) Go to three different coffeeshops to find an Indian stall selling Thosai 5) All of the above ALL. Of the above. That's how far I went today. I went to the kopitiam near the swimming complex but the Indian stall was CLOSED. So I explored the surroundings aimlessly, finding another two coffeeshops around the vicinity. But those didn't even have an Indian stall! Safe to say, I literally went to great lengths to find thosai, but I failed so I had to settle for plain ol' trusty mee pok instead. But just now at the mall I chanced upon Thosai!!! IT WAS GOOD. :) Friday, October 23, 2009The most productive things I did today:(a) Sleep (10 hours plus a two hour nap) (b) Filing and organizing History handouts (2 hours. TWO.) Throughout the whole filing process, my mind was wrapped up in contemplation of a single issue. Now I know this blog isn't known for its emo-ness or its serious thought, so this post will be a departure from the usual. And perhaps, there may not even be a reference to my stomach! TRUTH. I'm a liar. I'm not proud of it, but it's the truth. It ranges from the convenient white lies... "How's preparation for the exams?" "Oh okay lor." "Studying hard?" (*ambiguous grunt which is usually interpreted as an affirmative*) ... to the bigger things... "I wasn't feeling well so I couldn't go to sc-........." ... and carefully ommited information. "I got third in the level for Math...!" (... Studies) But the point is, do people really want to hear the truth? Some truths are great. ("You're doing a great job!") But some truths are just cruel. If a mentally-impaired young boy looks at you hopefully and asks if he played the guitar well when he obviously didn't, what are you supposed to say? One of the acknowledged key rules to making friendships and relationships work is "honesty." I wholeheartedly believe(d) in the notion of honesty and always telling the truth in both aspects. Channel 8 dramas didn't help. "Without honesty, how can there be trust? Without trust, how can there be a relationship?!" *Girl runs off sobbing in the rain after realizing her boyfriend lied to her.* (okay how anti-climatic) Really, honesty is great. Near-complete honesty and transparency are two of the most difficult things that you can expect from someone. It sounds easier than it really is. If you manage to stand in a situation where both (or more) parties are honest with even the smallest things, it's great. But while it greatly strengthens a friendship/relationship, I realized that it can be a double-edged sword that can open the door to a slew of other problems that comes with being I've experienced both: The joy of honesty and transparency, and the shitholes that come with it. I've experienced the reality of honesty, and I've come out of it learning three lessons. 1) The truth hurts. 2) If you expect honesty from someone, you'd better be honest with them too. And the last one, which is the biggest one of all. 3) If you want the truth, you better grow a good set of balls. Not just balls. MEGA-BALLS. Balls of titanium. BALLS OF DESTINY. You get what I mean. I decided while filing that truth is not for the wimpy, so there's no place for me being wimpy. No point regretting "Oh how I wish I didn't know the truth!" No point swinging the other way and saying "ignorance is bliss!" Ignorance IS bliss more often than not but I made the choice to be informed, not ignorant, so I've gotta deal with it. (For some reason, the previous paragraph kinda makes me sound like a guy. D: Oh yeah, the balls part included.) Do I think honesty has been romanticized? Yes, if one only considers its moral value and its benefits. There's a whole Dark Side to honesty which people don't think of as much. No, because I still believe it is beautiful for all its ugliness. Getting someone to be really honest with you is extremely rare, and I'm extremely fortunate to have that. Do I still want honesty to be the foundation? Yes, I do. I approach with much more caution now, but at the end of the day, I still need the truth. Sometimes, I can't just turn a blind eye. Meanwhile, though, I'm still getting my balls to grow. (THIS SENTENCE MUST NOT BE TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT, I WARN.) *and hurray, no reference to food! :D Thursday, October 22, 2009A good part of the reason why I made the trip to school today was to eat THOSAI.Well surprise surprise, the prata stall was closed. AGAIN. Strike two. :( In other news, I scalded a small little patch near the tip of my nose. I bit into a cheese sausage which was fresh out of the toaster. The cheese squirted out at a temperature-which-causes-scalds and now I have this silly little red dot on my nose. THOSAIIIIIII Sunday, October 18, 2009I seriously can't stop thinking of the Thosai in school!Granted, it isn't FABULOUS, but on the last day of school, I had a paper Thosai and even though the sauce looked like vomit on that day, it was DAMN GOOD. And now I wish we stayed a few more days in school. I went early to school on History Remedial day to eat Thosai but the stall was closed. :( THOSAIIIIIII Anyway, there was a rare return to Situation A, like it had been X years ago. And when I was in Situation A, we wished for Situation B. Now that we're in Situation B, I'm really starting to realize how awesome Situation A was. Not that Situation B is bad, but yeah. Situation A is the most comfortable I have ever been. Also, I'm reading the History Paper 3 model essays and it amazes me how they know so much! The details, dates, everything! I will aim to be as POWERFULZZZ. I'm hungry. |