Sunday, May 25, 2008
As Promised..Photos!..=) =) =) =)
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Temasek's me, Temasek's you, we are a Team!
Celebrations are in order!..it's been a hectic two weeks but top of my updates is my Graduation Day on the 22nd of May!
Thursday was a blast, despite the sweltering heat and i'm more than happy to say that the fun I had in my 3 years at TP culminated in a very very exciting and unforgettable graduation ceremony. Honestly, for all the seriousness people take the Law cohort for, we should be proud that we were the most uncivilised, uncouth, unkept bunch of homosapiens/neanderthals to ever grace such a solemn occasion!
Thank the heavens seating was allotted, if not i think the future law cohorts would be banned from attending graduation. But no worries cause it was still extremely fun sitting with ryan, radah, vickie and the whole lot, all of us creating our own fun and always passig stupid comments.
The best part of the ceremony, no doubt was when the whole cohort stood up and gave a standing ovation to our top 3 students, Wei Loong, Ting Ni and of course my dear Stephanie Koh Wan Ling. We were making such a commotion, it kind of reminded me of the monkey's at Lower Pierce reservoir when they want food..heh..
Post graduation photo-taking was hectic and extremely tiring.It didn't help that our gowns were thick and uncomfortable but I must admit though, that i felt a certain sense of pride as i pranced around in my gown, knowing that I am now a proud gradguate of Temasek Polytechnic, Diploma in Law and Management. The photos are, to say the least, unglamorous. But hey, it's the memories that count and i can safely and proudly say that the law cohort of 2008 has made it, ugliness and all!
I knew Law was what i wanted to pursue and it was just a matter of the route i chose to take. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason and when i did not do well for my "O"-levels (20 points- damn you Accounts and Tamil) i knew that i was going to go to a poly, albeit reluctantly but also knew that the reason i chose this route would show itself in retrospect and that i should just keep an open mind. Yes, I was reluctant to take this route, but it turned out to be one of the best decisions i have ever made. I got to experience and learn in more depth the Law, which in turn made me more passionate about it. And as i embarked on this route it also started to make more sense that i spend 3 years attaining a diploma in a specialised field then spend 2 years obtaining a general certificate. What's more, I know for a fact that had i done my A-levels, I would have majorly fucked it up, and not been able to do Law anyway.
Majorly fucked it up because of how the JC curriculum is centered on rogue learning and all roundedness, which, in my most humble opinion is complete rubbish since there is no point in general learning if you are going to have to specialise in University anyway. The cirriculum in Poly really suited me and i found myself starting to show results, since in poly its all about self-leanring and independence. It allowed me a very comfortable pace with which to work with and with which I could excel. The lecturers, oh good god, the law lecturers are just the most quirky bunch of teachers there are but i shan't go into the details, really, out of my own concern for your health since your heart might just pulpitate from all the nonsense you'd have to hear about them.
I have been very blessed because a huge part of what made TP fun were my friends, you know who you are, but special mention would go to Stephanie Koh Wan Ling, Ryan Tan Ze Wei, Ashwin Ganapathy and Shri Mato Kotwani for I know that these 3 years would not have been half as fun had you guys not been in it. I LOVE YOU GUYS! =)
All in all, it's been the best 3 years, and i'm so glad i've gotten to experience such fun. Now, with god's grace, i can be on my way to pursuing my 11-year old dream of becoming a lawyer, swayed of course by shows like The Practice and Ally Mcbeal.
Pictures soon.
...till next time fellas..catch you on the flipside..=)...
Thursday was a blast, despite the sweltering heat and i'm more than happy to say that the fun I had in my 3 years at TP culminated in a very very exciting and unforgettable graduation ceremony. Honestly, for all the seriousness people take the Law cohort for, we should be proud that we were the most uncivilised, uncouth, unkept bunch of homosapiens/neanderthals to ever grace such a solemn occasion!
Thank the heavens seating was allotted, if not i think the future law cohorts would be banned from attending graduation. But no worries cause it was still extremely fun sitting with ryan, radah, vickie and the whole lot, all of us creating our own fun and always passig stupid comments.
The best part of the ceremony, no doubt was when the whole cohort stood up and gave a standing ovation to our top 3 students, Wei Loong, Ting Ni and of course my dear Stephanie Koh Wan Ling. We were making such a commotion, it kind of reminded me of the monkey's at Lower Pierce reservoir when they want food..heh..
Post graduation photo-taking was hectic and extremely tiring.It didn't help that our gowns were thick and uncomfortable but I must admit though, that i felt a certain sense of pride as i pranced around in my gown, knowing that I am now a proud gradguate of Temasek Polytechnic, Diploma in Law and Management. The photos are, to say the least, unglamorous. But hey, it's the memories that count and i can safely and proudly say that the law cohort of 2008 has made it, ugliness and all!
I knew Law was what i wanted to pursue and it was just a matter of the route i chose to take. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason and when i did not do well for my "O"-levels (20 points- damn you Accounts and Tamil) i knew that i was going to go to a poly, albeit reluctantly but also knew that the reason i chose this route would show itself in retrospect and that i should just keep an open mind. Yes, I was reluctant to take this route, but it turned out to be one of the best decisions i have ever made. I got to experience and learn in more depth the Law, which in turn made me more passionate about it. And as i embarked on this route it also started to make more sense that i spend 3 years attaining a diploma in a specialised field then spend 2 years obtaining a general certificate. What's more, I know for a fact that had i done my A-levels, I would have majorly fucked it up, and not been able to do Law anyway.
Majorly fucked it up because of how the JC curriculum is centered on rogue learning and all roundedness, which, in my most humble opinion is complete rubbish since there is no point in general learning if you are going to have to specialise in University anyway. The cirriculum in Poly really suited me and i found myself starting to show results, since in poly its all about self-leanring and independence. It allowed me a very comfortable pace with which to work with and with which I could excel. The lecturers, oh good god, the law lecturers are just the most quirky bunch of teachers there are but i shan't go into the details, really, out of my own concern for your health since your heart might just pulpitate from all the nonsense you'd have to hear about them.
I have been very blessed because a huge part of what made TP fun were my friends, you know who you are, but special mention would go to Stephanie Koh Wan Ling, Ryan Tan Ze Wei, Ashwin Ganapathy and Shri Mato Kotwani for I know that these 3 years would not have been half as fun had you guys not been in it. I LOVE YOU GUYS! =)
All in all, it's been the best 3 years, and i'm so glad i've gotten to experience such fun. Now, with god's grace, i can be on my way to pursuing my 11-year old dream of becoming a lawyer, swayed of course by shows like The Practice and Ally Mcbeal.
Pictures soon.
...till next time fellas..catch you on the flipside..=)...
Monday, May 05, 2008
The Square root 3
Some peolple say this is lame but I say this is sweet. In a very Geeky, Chess-Club president kind of way. heh.
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark!
What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
by David Feinberg
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark!
What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
by David Feinberg
Monday, April 14, 2008
it fits, perfectly
"Fallen"
Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I've held so dear.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
of 2 years and 5 months
I spoke to my grandmother yesterday. We hardly ever have conversations nowadays, so yesterday was really quite interesting.
We spoke mostly about family, and more precisely, about my grandfather.
It's been 3 years since his death and yet sometimes, when I catch myself thinking the most random thoughts, he always drifts into my mind. I catch myself thinking about him and keep replaying that last Thursday I saw him alive. Morbid, I know, but these are thoughts I can't help. They drift in and out my mind like a mist, momentarily paralyzing all other thoughts that run through my mind.
So much has happened in the span of 3 years and I sometimes ask God why he couldn't have left him on Earth just a bit longer to at least experience the immense joy of these events. Everything happens for a reason, i suppose.
You know, the one thing I have never been able to fathom is how we always cry at funerals. Here's me being a tad bit cynical, but sometimes, all that crying really seems quite excessive and unneecassary. I mean why do we cry? Sure the deceseased was someone dearly loved by all and will sorely be missed since now, all that remains of this person are memories. I can understand that we cry because the person is no longer a physical manifestation of his soul, and as such nothing solid remains of him.
But we must draw the line somewhere, no? At my Grandfathers funeral, all the crying from my relatives, seemed at times, to be a bit forced or, to put it more appropriately, cued. When they arrived at his house, everyone was wailing. All that wailing stopped when food was served ( I guess all that crying must have given them ferocious appetites and ,more energy) because they continued their performance right after eating. Then when his body was being put into the casket van and his final rights were being performed the soft sobs suddenly became * cue crying sequence*, ear-piercing wails, and everyone ( I kid you not) appeared to be as if in a trance.
Relatives who before never liked my grandfather or who hardly ever knew him were all suddenly talking about him as if he were a great sage. I found,and still find this very very hypocritical.I remember this one relative, my dad's cousin, who never really got along with my grandfather and who my grandfather quite disliked.She is this short looking runt of an object (you can tell, that I myself am not very fond of her) who was extremely disrespectful during the funeral.
Disrespectful not in a," I don't give a shit about this man" kind of way but rather in a "Let me show myself as someone who uncle Rajoo doted on a lot" kind of way. She was so fake and insincere that I'm sure my grandfather must have turned in his grave. I remember when she first came into the house. She was dressed all in white and almost lunged at my grandmother like some crazed lunatic, trying to give her a hug ( and the Oscar goes to..).then when the final rights were going to be performed, and the priest asked for only his grandchildren to come forward to pay their last respects, that Object pushed her daughter forward to take part in the ritual,and mind you, her daughter is my grandfathers grandNIECE. Thank god the priest gave her a good piece of his mind.
Then when everyone was on their way to the crematorium, the Fatso literally yanked my grandmother into her car so she could be the one to drive my grandmother there. And when my grandfathers coffin was being rolled out into the furnace, suprise suprise, Miss Best Actress decided to put up a final, Vasantham Central worthy, performance.
I abhore people like that. I mean if you didn't like the deceseased, it's fine.It's only human to have such emotions.But at least have the courage to stand by what you feel.
It's the same blinking concept for living persons too.
Hais..the more i think about all this, the more frustrated i feel. I shoudn't be feelng like this.damn.
...till next time fellas...catch you on the flipside..=)
We spoke mostly about family, and more precisely, about my grandfather.
It's been 3 years since his death and yet sometimes, when I catch myself thinking the most random thoughts, he always drifts into my mind. I catch myself thinking about him and keep replaying that last Thursday I saw him alive. Morbid, I know, but these are thoughts I can't help. They drift in and out my mind like a mist, momentarily paralyzing all other thoughts that run through my mind.
So much has happened in the span of 3 years and I sometimes ask God why he couldn't have left him on Earth just a bit longer to at least experience the immense joy of these events. Everything happens for a reason, i suppose.
You know, the one thing I have never been able to fathom is how we always cry at funerals. Here's me being a tad bit cynical, but sometimes, all that crying really seems quite excessive and unneecassary. I mean why do we cry? Sure the deceseased was someone dearly loved by all and will sorely be missed since now, all that remains of this person are memories. I can understand that we cry because the person is no longer a physical manifestation of his soul, and as such nothing solid remains of him.
But we must draw the line somewhere, no? At my Grandfathers funeral, all the crying from my relatives, seemed at times, to be a bit forced or, to put it more appropriately, cued. When they arrived at his house, everyone was wailing. All that wailing stopped when food was served ( I guess all that crying must have given them ferocious appetites and ,more energy) because they continued their performance right after eating. Then when his body was being put into the casket van and his final rights were being performed the soft sobs suddenly became * cue crying sequence*, ear-piercing wails, and everyone ( I kid you not) appeared to be as if in a trance.
Relatives who before never liked my grandfather or who hardly ever knew him were all suddenly talking about him as if he were a great sage. I found,and still find this very very hypocritical.I remember this one relative, my dad's cousin, who never really got along with my grandfather and who my grandfather quite disliked.She is this short looking runt of an object (you can tell, that I myself am not very fond of her) who was extremely disrespectful during the funeral.
Disrespectful not in a," I don't give a shit about this man" kind of way but rather in a "Let me show myself as someone who uncle Rajoo doted on a lot" kind of way. She was so fake and insincere that I'm sure my grandfather must have turned in his grave. I remember when she first came into the house. She was dressed all in white and almost lunged at my grandmother like some crazed lunatic, trying to give her a hug ( and the Oscar goes to..).then when the final rights were going to be performed, and the priest asked for only his grandchildren to come forward to pay their last respects, that Object pushed her daughter forward to take part in the ritual,and mind you, her daughter is my grandfathers grandNIECE. Thank god the priest gave her a good piece of his mind.
Then when everyone was on their way to the crematorium, the Fatso literally yanked my grandmother into her car so she could be the one to drive my grandmother there. And when my grandfathers coffin was being rolled out into the furnace, suprise suprise, Miss Best Actress decided to put up a final, Vasantham Central worthy, performance.
I abhore people like that. I mean if you didn't like the deceseased, it's fine.It's only human to have such emotions.But at least have the courage to stand by what you feel.
It's the same blinking concept for living persons too.
Hais..the more i think about all this, the more frustrated i feel. I shoudn't be feelng like this.damn.
...till next time fellas...catch you on the flipside..=)
"And when that morning comes,I'll make the coffee and you'll read the paper; We'll talk about our plans and I'll keep saying how lucky we are"
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
tsk
Friday, March 21, 2008
once again
My darling fucking mother has suceeded at pissing the shit out of me.
Next time remind me not to stay at home, because it is obviously a fucking waste of my life.
There is no point staying at home and having to put up with a mother who is evidently BLIND to how annoyingly spoilt my youngest sister is.
She doesn't know how much she's driving her other children away.
Lets's see if your darling youngest daughter remains the "innocent" way she does.
Fucking blind and stupid.
She obviously wants a reaction from you and you so willingly give it to her.
YOU need to go back to work now, because you're wasting your time at home. Please.
Next time remind me not to stay at home, because it is obviously a fucking waste of my life.
There is no point staying at home and having to put up with a mother who is evidently BLIND to how annoyingly spoilt my youngest sister is.
She doesn't know how much she's driving her other children away.
Lets's see if your darling youngest daughter remains the "innocent" way she does.
Fucking blind and stupid.
She obviously wants a reaction from you and you so willingly give it to her.
YOU need to go back to work now, because you're wasting your time at home. Please.
DON'T STAY AT HOME.
