Came back from USS. Second time there, I'll update with selected pictures later, but now sitting on the chair I'm getting a bit of dizzy, probably due to the excessive BSG rides. Great fun with Tzuhsiang, Liqin and Sandra - being able to expect everything dulls it a bit but the company and the atmosphere is great. I think I like the Daddy O's quite a lot. Plus it's free for me cause it's my belated birthday gift, so WOOHOO! Gawd - heavy dizzy spells.

In any case, I just looked through close to a thousand and five hundred of my photos, in part because of the narcissist in me (and in an attempt to cut down my photo count, hence untagging myself from photos which are similar to each other), otherwise because I miss my ex-life. I miss so many things, and so many things VJC. Aside whatever haters say, I do miss VJC - a school which has brought sorrow and tears to some and yet happiness and bliss to others. I miss the old Phoenix, I miss orientation, I miss seeing the many other (not-so-close) people I've got to know in school. I miss the old, dirty and run-down complex of VJC, the feeling of school and even down to the white cat which harassed me numerous times while we studied for the A' levels. You only start to appreciate things which are lost, and regretfully all these mentioned above are those lost links, expired experiences and broken friendship. When I grow old and earn enough, I think I'll be able to say that I'll give a million to have time frozen during the two years of VJC. But then again, with foresight I'll say that there are still many things I could look forward to in life. 'Don't harp on the past and get a move on!' the onlookers exclaim. But the onlookers don't know you.

Of the things I miss in VJC, old Phoenix was a huge part of it. I mean, of course, given the amount of time we've used to spend together. I hate to call it old Phoenix, but things change - so many parts of it slowly crumble away to seek companionship in others. And then, there's Ian. The thousands of photos taken, but what now remains on Facebook is merely a ghost after we were deleted as friends. The action felt to me like a refusal of our past and everything which happened, oftentimes seen in a sci-fi movie whereby a stretch of memory is extracted and taken away, only to leave a stark, blank emptiness. A ghost: a face without a name, a name without a face. There's no point chasing a ghost, and my mixed feelings about his departure has since (in the past year) been swirled into an unknown, something I no longer think about, and most of all, a taboo to many of us. I recall the many overnights - Daniel's house, classrooms in school, airport, the Igloo (which I assume is now safe to say, since we're all graduated and broken free of the heavy chains of school rules). And then the memories of all the crazy things we've done together comes flowing in - camwhoring in multiple spots across the country, roaming in IKEA, the Phoenix Halloween, splitting my pants, baking at Daniel's and many a times studying, but not really studying.

Whether or not I'm ever going to experience these exact moments of happiness again, looking at these old photos - how I spent my youth away - still creates this little bubbling sensation of warmth deep inside my heart, and for all it is worth, I thoroughly loved it.

I'm blabbering again, aren't I?

So in the past hour and a half I was reading up / watching videos on the elections. Honestly, I'll tell you its the more juicy stuff about the new candidates that I looked out for, and bleargh the new PAP candidates just make you want to face-palm. And all the PAP's new media techniques of reaching out to the public? I feel extremely flushed and embarrassed for the ruling party of my country. You could go check out their Facebook or Twitter. The Facebook link I've given you is actually an account in representative of Mr Goh Chok Tong and Marine Parade. Which is the one that is getting all the criticisms and juicy gossips around it. See: PAP Marine Parade Facebook calls commenter 'ignorant'.

Oh yeah, and the new candidates. I wouldn't comment, but I think you can judge for yourself. I'll just pick out a few of Tin Pei Ling's... quotes of interest. I know I'm a bit slow on this. But all of us politically apathetic students? You probably haven't watched this as well huh.

Chan Chun Sing (PAP)'s speech.
And like my brother commented, "Oh god I finally fully understand the meaning of second-hand embarrassment."

Tin Pei Ling (PAP)'s video interview.

Q: What's your greatest regret?
"The greatest regret is... I didn't manage to bring my parents to Universal Studios before that because I foresee that in the upcoming days it will be very busy, and because I've been in the grassroots I understand that the schedule for MPs, the commitment is very high."

Q: Do you think more can be done to alleviate the high cost of living?
"... For now, with the new budget 2011, we know that there are some measures put in place to help to tackle or cope with the inflation. I would think that let's give it some time, see how things go, if it still crops up, then we can... then at least we will know what are the specific areas that is very difficult to... or that is very difficult for the people to deal with, and therefore we can come up with some solutions for that lah."

Nicole Seah (NSP)'s video interview.

Nicole Seah's interview is a must-watch. I mean, compare and contrast the two new young female candidates and it's a no-brainer who's better.

I went for NUS's scholarship interview yesterday, technically two days ago since it's past midnight (don't you just hate to have to repeat that every time?!) but woah it did change my impression on one thing - all the straight As buggers aren't what you imagine. You think they are the scrawny little boys and girls behind thick spectacles, freckles and bad dress sense? WRONG WRONG WRONG. Now I feel like an idiot (and a cocky dick) for thinking so. In short, my interview wasn't much of a success. To be honest, it wasn't any part of a success at all. I should have prepared myself a little at least.

I expected the interview to be similar to NTU's one, which was basically three interviewers and me, asking average leadership / experiences questions and that's it. I turned up and was directed to a waiting room with 7 other applicants and that was shock one. Shock two came when I heard there was an hour of written assessment. Shock three came when I heard our general knowledge was tested. Shock four was when the OAS sheet asked specifically for us to write our name, with the first name in front. I got momentarily confused, couldn't decide if Chew or Bolong was my first name, and wrote down "Bolong, Chew" on the first OAS, then "Chew Bolong" on the second OAS. If they would read into that, it'll clearly spell indecisiveness, a lack of confidence and a sheer lack of... common sense. Fucking slap myself please. Shock five was when I opened the general knowledge paper and I see all the little brainy minions in my head laughing at me for the lack of newspaper reading. I mean, even if I read, I always skip all the Middle-Eastern conflicts cause they make me confused (my geography's extremely bad in the first place) plus I hate to read about killings and unrest. So part one was a complete disaster, thank you very much.

Back to my point - the third part of the selection process proved to me that everyone there is a good speaker. To honestly rate myself (in my personal opinion), I'm the 2nd from bottom out of eight. My usual "fuck it, I don't really care" attitude was completely diminished when I heard the first three speakers in front of me, and my two minutes to present my case was a complete lack of time management, with a couple of stutters, a good four-seconds of pause at one instance, and probably an unimpressive presentation. So you could call it a screw-up.

The worst thing was that I went to the interview not wanting the NUS scholarship (not that I'm braggy / picky but that the NUS Business course doesn't much interest me) and then the professors talked to us after the session and made NUS sound awesome. And so, fuck me. But then again I'm supposing I wouldn't get the scholarship anyway, so I'll just accept NTU. They've accepted me for scholarship if I haven't told you. I just didn't see the point to blog about it publicly, though I'm extremely delighted. It was an ego-boost, definitely. Good riddance, in a way, I wouldn't have to struggle and think about which university I want. Gawd it's late. I plan to wake up at 6.00AM tomorrow for a morning jog. Haven't done that since the last time I blogged about it. Which was... what? Two weeks already?

Hell busy week. So that's eventful, eventful, eventful! I'm not complaining. Working twice next week and then BOOMZ! I will be retired from part-time jobs, ready for NS! Can't wait to be free. I can't wait to have free time in the afternoon, go to Chinatown and devour my books page-by-page. A part of me can't wait for NS as well TBH. I think I'm going to be excited to sleep in nature and wilderness.

Anyway, probably spent... more than a good 10 hours on this - drawing, water-colouring, photoshop-editing and all - but I think it's decently worth it. It's not perfect, I'm not overly excited about the outcome, but then I think it does meet my expectations. A part of me is annoyed at the colours, but otherwise... it should be cool!

So the past week was interviews and all that. Nothing much went on in life honestly, 'life' as used in "do you have a fickin' life?"'s 'life'. Instead, because of 扫墓 on Saturday I couldn't go attend Daniel's and everyone else's POP. Which was my only event during the weekends. My Sunday was empty so I told my tuition teacher I'll be able to work for him. And yesterday, I did. At least I saw Veron and Sharon at work so that lifted up my Sunday blues. Like WTH right? Who the hell has weekend-blues? But it's not my fault everything is arranged on weekdays cause everyone thinks that everyone can't make it on weekends! My weekends are god-damned boring! I cannot even recall the last time I went out with friends. Hmm, think it was probably with Kelly, Su and Daniel, for merely a two/three-hour breakfast. Life's lonely. This week's much more eventful though.

Anyway I went for a morning jog today. From now onwards, I'm going to start a running-habit. For the sake of health, but mostly so I wouldn't feel like crap in NS. Pfft, so mugger right. The first day I went back to running (or: my body was able to wake up in early hours again) I ran across 2 SAJC guys. Everyone's training for NS?! So "LOL-pfft-whattheheck-LOSER!". But well, I guess I'm one of them. Hehe.

Yeah anyway I came back from running hours ago, and there's ample time before I start work (tuition teacher pushed our start-work time all the way to 12pm cause morning damn slack HAHA) and so I started sketching for Brigitte's flea poster. Her website's over here and here which is real cool cause WOOHOO blogshops finally care about selling guy's stuff! And it's cool cause the last time I saw her blogshop, it was pretty-much ordinary (no offense Brig) and selling pretty much normal stuff. But now it's all like "woah" and the layout / coding's well done and all. And plus she's going to be organizing this flea-market, ensuring that there's at least close to 50% guys' stuff sold, which is the first time I've seen a flea do this, so I'm really quite shocked to see her progress. Plus she's most likely secured local bands to do live-performances at the location, which is another woah. So yeah, I'm designing a flea-poster for her and she is voluntarily (not forced by me okay!) giving me an item of my choice off her shop. That is soooo win-win! So yeah, she's so nice so I'll give her a free ad.

Anyohow this is the sketch I've drawn in the past hour, it's not entirely original I'd admit. I understand how it's like to have your ideas uncredited, so I'll upload an original by the artist below as well, so you guys could check it out. Real unfortunately I don't remember and cannot locate the source of the artwork, but then if my memory doesn't fail me I took it off eatsleepdraw.com. The shoe onwards: speakers and words are really rushed though, cause towards the end I was starting to lose my concentration and shaking badly cause the hunger's really getting to me. I'm in a real bad state now I gotta chiong out for lunch. And I'm going to be late for work. So yeah I'll end off here. Check out the stuff below alright! It's a sketch, I'll be trying to add on colours either by photoshop or by colour pencils & watercolour. Speaking of that, I'm planning to take out $25 to buy drawing equipments at Popular later. WOOHOO excited! And if you happen to know where the frog drawing came from, please leave me a note and I'll do the crediting proper! Thanks!


Thanks to:

Disclaimer: The paragraphs below may contain inaccurate information or statements which may (narrow-mindedly) be deemed as offensive or politically motivated, due to the author's lack of political knowledge and lack of self-censorship respectively. Please, forgive when necessary.

I just have this tiny feeling in my heart, that this year, the political members over at the Parliament are facing a constant stress - something heavier than what we felt from PW. An unreliable source (my brother) told me that PAP was already heavily contested against in the last election, and in a plenty of GRCs, almost failing to hold on to the majority of votes. My lack of interest to Google and double-check the statistics has prevented a refinement of the actual voting percentages.

But even a plain old apathetic Jane would be able to tell when the elections are approaching, without the slightest political conversation with another being, or televised reports. The last-minute "vote for me!" actions are way too right-smack in the face for me to ignore. Have I told you that two or three weeks ago some runners of the GRCs visited my block (an executive HDB with 8 units, 4 on the ground level and 4 on the third storey) to explain why they wouldn't be able to build a lift for us and instead suggested a covered walkway from the neighbouring block in the circumstance of rain?

And then, there's all the government ang-baos to NSFs and whoever else, MP-meets-residents talks on my neighbouring block. And now, the multiple political talk-shows and forums on CNA. I heard the political forum was quite badly criticized. It's great that Singapore's finally trying to bring the political contesting scene to some public light on the media (not like secretly assassinating members of the opposition [OKAY FUCK I KID. HAHA TOO MUCH SPY-DRAMAS]) but the attempt at it does appear to be pretty typical, dogmatic stuff. The US has been doing that since what? 1970s? I personally think there's a lack of public involvement, though I didn't watch the political forum myself. There will be possibly this lack of interest in politics in me, until some drastic change happens. Say, for example, the opposition gains majority in the Parliament. Only then I'll be like "oh, juicy stuff" and henceforth be slightly more interested in finding out more. I said there's a lack of public involvement, and then now on CNA (tonight, I think) there's going to be this ask-the-PM session, whereby the public send in their questions via SMS and the PM will answer their questions "live".

I just watched half of the NUS's Q&A Session with PM Lee on CNA, and I thought it was less than half as bad as my brother said it was. Okay, I'm definitely in the politically-apathetic list in Singapore, so in a sense I'm much more easily convinced. His answers have reduced me to a less-critical state of mind, so I wouldn't be barking about it much more.

But then, all I wanna say is: go forth; come more elections, cause honestly that's (one of) the only time(s) we citizens have opinions which carry some weight, and when our neighbourhood issues get addressed. Maybe I should someday head downstairs to tell the MP about the cat-issue in Serangoon. Get him to eliminate some for me so I wouldn't have to use the multi-coloured moth-balls in my drawer. HAHA I'm kidding. I'm not that cruel.

SMU interview was extremely fun. Partly because I went there with an any-o-how attitude (trust me, the way to do interviews well is to tell yourself you don't really care about its outcome, and then just go and have fun and be yourself). You naysayers are probably thinking that this is bullshit but okay, it's tried and tested. At least for myself. Here I am giving some nuggets of whizzdom and you don't wanna believe it. HAHA kidding. We're still friends right?

Yeah but shit. I think the seminar-style teaching approach is seriously tempting. Shit, I mean, whatever thing I last hear from / last experience is going to tempt me over to the other side. But then I think about the sad fact that you've compete with a bunch of peers who are dying to say something to say something to get points under their name for it? And all the rumours (cause I still cannot say that it's a fact) about heavy blood-splashing back-stabbing and the hell-u-va packed curriculum? I become confused in this maze in this wilderness in the middle of Amazon. And I've been seriously conscious of the fact throughout the group-interview. I had so much to say, the words were spilling out of my mouth onto the ground, but I tried to keep it to a minimum so I wouldn't annoy anyone else. I felt the girl opposite me giving me indecent glares. Kidding. I exaggerate. But well yeah, it was still all in good fun, it was a nice-discussion and I wasn't annoyed with anyone else. Unlike what my brother said (oh, again) there weren't really anyone who was just uttering nonsense and abruptly stealing the limelight.


Some light please guide me to my eventual university course please! I'm going to have to bua-buay soon. You know, throw the red cresent thingums to the Gods and ask for advice on whether the choices are good or bad?

Oh yeah, and last ladies night, I walked from Simpang Bedok to VJC. Passing by Tanah Merah and Bedok MRT, and half a stretch of East Coast Park. Just showing off. But hey who doesn't love long walks at night? And well, when you already grudgingly took out that exorbitant $28 for entrance fee, you will feel like saving on a cab and waiting another 3 hours for the first bus. Trust me. Maybe not. But I'm a poor bloke and I love night walks, so why not?

Yeah anyway I've definitely been reading books quite a long nowadays. I'm done with 2 books in the past 2 weeks, and I'm on this book called The Passage by Justin Cronin. Would be the thickest book I've read other than the Harry Potter series. 766 pages of pure tiny-worded goodness. But it's an interesting read. I <3 reading!!!

Came back from USS. Second time there, I'll update with selected pictures later, but now sitting on the chair I'm getting a bit of dizzy, probably due to the excessive BSG rides. Great fun with Tzuhsiang, Liqin and Sandra - being able to expect everything dulls it a bit but the company and the atmosphere is great. I think I like the Daddy O's quite a lot. Plus it's free for me cause it's my belated birthday gift, so WOOHOO! Gawd - heavy dizzy spells.

In any case, I just looked through close to a thousand and five hundred of my photos, in part because of the narcissist in me (and in an attempt to cut down my photo count, hence untagging myself from photos which are similar to each other), otherwise because I miss my ex-life. I miss so many things, and so many things VJC. Aside whatever haters say, I do miss VJC - a school which has brought sorrow and tears to some and yet happiness and bliss to others. I miss the old Phoenix, I miss orientation, I miss seeing the many other (not-so-close) people I've got to know in school. I miss the old, dirty and run-down complex of VJC, the feeling of school and even down to the white cat which harassed me numerous times while we studied for the A' levels. You only start to appreciate things which are lost, and regretfully all these mentioned above are those lost links, expired experiences and broken friendship. When I grow old and earn enough, I think I'll be able to say that I'll give a million to have time frozen during the two years of VJC. But then again, with foresight I'll say that there are still many things I could look forward to in life. 'Don't harp on the past and get a move on!' the onlookers exclaim. But the onlookers don't know you.

Of the things I miss in VJC, old Phoenix was a huge part of it. I mean, of course, given the amount of time we've used to spend together. I hate to call it old Phoenix, but things change - so many parts of it slowly crumble away to seek companionship in others. And then, there's Ian. The thousands of photos taken, but what now remains on Facebook is merely a ghost after we were deleted as friends. The action felt to me like a refusal of our past and everything which happened, oftentimes seen in a sci-fi movie whereby a stretch of memory is extracted and taken away, only to leave a stark, blank emptiness. A ghost: a face without a name, a name without a face. There's no point chasing a ghost, and my mixed feelings about his departure has since (in the past year) been swirled into an unknown, something I no longer think about, and most of all, a taboo to many of us. I recall the many overnights - Daniel's house, classrooms in school, airport, the Igloo (which I assume is now safe to say, since we're all graduated and broken free of the heavy chains of school rules). And then the memories of all the crazy things we've done together comes flowing in - camwhoring in multiple spots across the country, roaming in IKEA, the Phoenix Halloween, splitting my pants, baking at Daniel's and many a times studying, but not really studying.

Whether or not I'm ever going to experience these exact moments of happiness again, looking at these old photos - how I spent my youth away - still creates this little bubbling sensation of warmth deep inside my heart, and for all it is worth, I thoroughly loved it.

I'm blabbering again, aren't I?

So in the past hour and a half I was reading up / watching videos on the elections. Honestly, I'll tell you its the more juicy stuff about the new candidates that I looked out for, and bleargh the new PAP candidates just make you want to face-palm. And all the PAP's new media techniques of reaching out to the public? I feel extremely flushed and embarrassed for the ruling party of my country. You could go check out their Facebook or Twitter. The Facebook link I've given you is actually an account in representative of Mr Goh Chok Tong and Marine Parade. Which is the one that is getting all the criticisms and juicy gossips around it. See: PAP Marine Parade Facebook calls commenter 'ignorant'.

Oh yeah, and the new candidates. I wouldn't comment, but I think you can judge for yourself. I'll just pick out a few of Tin Pei Ling's... quotes of interest. I know I'm a bit slow on this. But all of us politically apathetic students? You probably haven't watched this as well huh.

Chan Chun Sing (PAP)'s speech.
And like my brother commented, "Oh god I finally fully understand the meaning of second-hand embarrassment."

Tin Pei Ling (PAP)'s video interview.

Q: What's your greatest regret?
"The greatest regret is... I didn't manage to bring my parents to Universal Studios before that because I foresee that in the upcoming days it will be very busy, and because I've been in the grassroots I understand that the schedule for MPs, the commitment is very high."

Q: Do you think more can be done to alleviate the high cost of living?
"... For now, with the new budget 2011, we know that there are some measures put in place to help to tackle or cope with the inflation. I would think that let's give it some time, see how things go, if it still crops up, then we can... then at least we will know what are the specific areas that is very difficult to... or that is very difficult for the people to deal with, and therefore we can come up with some solutions for that lah."

Nicole Seah (NSP)'s video interview.

Nicole Seah's interview is a must-watch. I mean, compare and contrast the two new young female candidates and it's a no-brainer who's better.

I went for NUS's scholarship interview yesterday, technically two days ago since it's past midnight (don't you just hate to have to repeat that every time?!) but woah it did change my impression on one thing - all the straight As buggers aren't what you imagine. You think they are the scrawny little boys and girls behind thick spectacles, freckles and bad dress sense? WRONG WRONG WRONG. Now I feel like an idiot (and a cocky dick) for thinking so. In short, my interview wasn't much of a success. To be honest, it wasn't any part of a success at all. I should have prepared myself a little at least.

I expected the interview to be similar to NTU's one, which was basically three interviewers and me, asking average leadership / experiences questions and that's it. I turned up and was directed to a waiting room with 7 other applicants and that was shock one. Shock two came when I heard there was an hour of written assessment. Shock three came when I heard our general knowledge was tested. Shock four was when the OAS sheet asked specifically for us to write our name, with the first name in front. I got momentarily confused, couldn't decide if Chew or Bolong was my first name, and wrote down "Bolong, Chew" on the first OAS, then "Chew Bolong" on the second OAS. If they would read into that, it'll clearly spell indecisiveness, a lack of confidence and a sheer lack of... common sense. Fucking slap myself please. Shock five was when I opened the general knowledge paper and I see all the little brainy minions in my head laughing at me for the lack of newspaper reading. I mean, even if I read, I always skip all the Middle-Eastern conflicts cause they make me confused (my geography's extremely bad in the first place) plus I hate to read about killings and unrest. So part one was a complete disaster, thank you very much.

Back to my point - the third part of the selection process proved to me that everyone there is a good speaker. To honestly rate myself (in my personal opinion), I'm the 2nd from bottom out of eight. My usual "fuck it, I don't really care" attitude was completely diminished when I heard the first three speakers in front of me, and my two minutes to present my case was a complete lack of time management, with a couple of stutters, a good four-seconds of pause at one instance, and probably an unimpressive presentation. So you could call it a screw-up.

The worst thing was that I went to the interview not wanting the NUS scholarship (not that I'm braggy / picky but that the NUS Business course doesn't much interest me) and then the professors talked to us after the session and made NUS sound awesome. And so, fuck me. But then again I'm supposing I wouldn't get the scholarship anyway, so I'll just accept NTU. They've accepted me for scholarship if I haven't told you. I just didn't see the point to blog about it publicly, though I'm extremely delighted. It was an ego-boost, definitely. Good riddance, in a way, I wouldn't have to struggle and think about which university I want. Gawd it's late. I plan to wake up at 6.00AM tomorrow for a morning jog. Haven't done that since the last time I blogged about it. Which was... what? Two weeks already?

Hell busy week. So that's eventful, eventful, eventful! I'm not complaining. Working twice next week and then BOOMZ! I will be retired from part-time jobs, ready for NS! Can't wait to be free. I can't wait to have free time in the afternoon, go to Chinatown and devour my books page-by-page. A part of me can't wait for NS as well TBH. I think I'm going to be excited to sleep in nature and wilderness.

Anyway, probably spent... more than a good 10 hours on this - drawing, water-colouring, photoshop-editing and all - but I think it's decently worth it. It's not perfect, I'm not overly excited about the outcome, but then I think it does meet my expectations. A part of me is annoyed at the colours, but otherwise... it should be cool!

So the past week was interviews and all that. Nothing much went on in life honestly, 'life' as used in "do you have a fickin' life?"'s 'life'. Instead, because of 扫墓 on Saturday I couldn't go attend Daniel's and everyone else's POP. Which was my only event during the weekends. My Sunday was empty so I told my tuition teacher I'll be able to work for him. And yesterday, I did. At least I saw Veron and Sharon at work so that lifted up my Sunday blues. Like WTH right? Who the hell has weekend-blues? But it's not my fault everything is arranged on weekdays cause everyone thinks that everyone can't make it on weekends! My weekends are god-damned boring! I cannot even recall the last time I went out with friends. Hmm, think it was probably with Kelly, Su and Daniel, for merely a two/three-hour breakfast. Life's lonely. This week's much more eventful though.

Anyway I went for a morning jog today. From now onwards, I'm going to start a running-habit. For the sake of health, but mostly so I wouldn't feel like crap in NS. Pfft, so mugger right. The first day I went back to running (or: my body was able to wake up in early hours again) I ran across 2 SAJC guys. Everyone's training for NS?! So "LOL-pfft-whattheheck-LOSER!". But well, I guess I'm one of them. Hehe.

Yeah anyway I came back from running hours ago, and there's ample time before I start work (tuition teacher pushed our start-work time all the way to 12pm cause morning damn slack HAHA) and so I started sketching for Brigitte's flea poster. Her website's over here and here which is real cool cause WOOHOO blogshops finally care about selling guy's stuff! And it's cool cause the last time I saw her blogshop, it was pretty-much ordinary (no offense Brig) and selling pretty much normal stuff. But now it's all like "woah" and the layout / coding's well done and all. And plus she's going to be organizing this flea-market, ensuring that there's at least close to 50% guys' stuff sold, which is the first time I've seen a flea do this, so I'm really quite shocked to see her progress. Plus she's most likely secured local bands to do live-performances at the location, which is another woah. So yeah, I'm designing a flea-poster for her and she is voluntarily (not forced by me okay!) giving me an item of my choice off her shop. That is soooo win-win! So yeah, she's so nice so I'll give her a free ad.

Anyohow this is the sketch I've drawn in the past hour, it's not entirely original I'd admit. I understand how it's like to have your ideas uncredited, so I'll upload an original by the artist below as well, so you guys could check it out. Real unfortunately I don't remember and cannot locate the source of the artwork, but then if my memory doesn't fail me I took it off eatsleepdraw.com. The shoe onwards: speakers and words are really rushed though, cause towards the end I was starting to lose my concentration and shaking badly cause the hunger's really getting to me. I'm in a real bad state now I gotta chiong out for lunch. And I'm going to be late for work. So yeah I'll end off here. Check out the stuff below alright! It's a sketch, I'll be trying to add on colours either by photoshop or by colour pencils & watercolour. Speaking of that, I'm planning to take out $25 to buy drawing equipments at Popular later. WOOHOO excited! And if you happen to know where the frog drawing came from, please leave me a note and I'll do the crediting proper! Thanks!


Thanks to:

Disclaimer: The paragraphs below may contain inaccurate information or statements which may (narrow-mindedly) be deemed as offensive or politically motivated, due to the author's lack of political knowledge and lack of self-censorship respectively. Please, forgive when necessary.

I just have this tiny feeling in my heart, that this year, the political members over at the Parliament are facing a constant stress - something heavier than what we felt from PW. An unreliable source (my brother) told me that PAP was already heavily contested against in the last election, and in a plenty of GRCs, almost failing to hold on to the majority of votes. My lack of interest to Google and double-check the statistics has prevented a refinement of the actual voting percentages.

But even a plain old apathetic Jane would be able to tell when the elections are approaching, without the slightest political conversation with another being, or televised reports. The last-minute "vote for me!" actions are way too right-smack in the face for me to ignore. Have I told you that two or three weeks ago some runners of the GRCs visited my block (an executive HDB with 8 units, 4 on the ground level and 4 on the third storey) to explain why they wouldn't be able to build a lift for us and instead suggested a covered walkway from the neighbouring block in the circumstance of rain?

And then, there's all the government ang-baos to NSFs and whoever else, MP-meets-residents talks on my neighbouring block. And now, the multiple political talk-shows and forums on CNA. I heard the political forum was quite badly criticized. It's great that Singapore's finally trying to bring the political contesting scene to some public light on the media (not like secretly assassinating members of the opposition [OKAY FUCK I KID. HAHA TOO MUCH SPY-DRAMAS]) but the attempt at it does appear to be pretty typical, dogmatic stuff. The US has been doing that since what? 1970s? I personally think there's a lack of public involvement, though I didn't watch the political forum myself. There will be possibly this lack of interest in politics in me, until some drastic change happens. Say, for example, the opposition gains majority in the Parliament. Only then I'll be like "oh, juicy stuff" and henceforth be slightly more interested in finding out more. I said there's a lack of public involvement, and then now on CNA (tonight, I think) there's going to be this ask-the-PM session, whereby the public send in their questions via SMS and the PM will answer their questions "live".

I just watched half of the NUS's Q&A Session with PM Lee on CNA, and I thought it was less than half as bad as my brother said it was. Okay, I'm definitely in the politically-apathetic list in Singapore, so in a sense I'm much more easily convinced. His answers have reduced me to a less-critical state of mind, so I wouldn't be barking about it much more.

But then, all I wanna say is: go forth; come more elections, cause honestly that's (one of) the only time(s) we citizens have opinions which carry some weight, and when our neighbourhood issues get addressed. Maybe I should someday head downstairs to tell the MP about the cat-issue in Serangoon. Get him to eliminate some for me so I wouldn't have to use the multi-coloured moth-balls in my drawer. HAHA I'm kidding. I'm not that cruel.

SMU interview was extremely fun. Partly because I went there with an any-o-how attitude (trust me, the way to do interviews well is to tell yourself you don't really care about its outcome, and then just go and have fun and be yourself). You naysayers are probably thinking that this is bullshit but okay, it's tried and tested. At least for myself. Here I am giving some nuggets of whizzdom and you don't wanna believe it. HAHA kidding. We're still friends right?

Yeah but shit. I think the seminar-style teaching approach is seriously tempting. Shit, I mean, whatever thing I last hear from / last experience is going to tempt me over to the other side. But then I think about the sad fact that you've compete with a bunch of peers who are dying to say something to say something to get points under their name for it? And all the rumours (cause I still cannot say that it's a fact) about heavy blood-splashing back-stabbing and the hell-u-va packed curriculum? I become confused in this maze in this wilderness in the middle of Amazon. And I've been seriously conscious of the fact throughout the group-interview. I had so much to say, the words were spilling out of my mouth onto the ground, but I tried to keep it to a minimum so I wouldn't annoy anyone else. I felt the girl opposite me giving me indecent glares. Kidding. I exaggerate. But well yeah, it was still all in good fun, it was a nice-discussion and I wasn't annoyed with anyone else. Unlike what my brother said (oh, again) there weren't really anyone who was just uttering nonsense and abruptly stealing the limelight.


Some light please guide me to my eventual university course please! I'm going to have to bua-buay soon. You know, throw the red cresent thingums to the Gods and ask for advice on whether the choices are good or bad?

Oh yeah, and last ladies night, I walked from Simpang Bedok to VJC. Passing by Tanah Merah and Bedok MRT, and half a stretch of East Coast Park. Just showing off. But hey who doesn't love long walks at night? And well, when you already grudgingly took out that exorbitant $28 for entrance fee, you will feel like saving on a cab and waiting another 3 hours for the first bus. Trust me. Maybe not. But I'm a poor bloke and I love night walks, so why not?

Yeah anyway I've definitely been reading books quite a long nowadays. I'm done with 2 books in the past 2 weeks, and I'm on this book called The Passage by Justin Cronin. Would be the thickest book I've read other than the Harry Potter series. 766 pages of pure tiny-worded goodness. But it's an interesting read. I <3 reading!!!

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