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Was at a rally last week. Got some really nice pics. Will post some up soon.



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-- Post From My iPhone

Labels: car, dirt, mud, Rally

(Continued from here:http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html)

Drama was so important to me. It was my motivation, the thing I looked forward to back then. It was my love. Then it ended. I left secondary school. Then there was that few months in between. I found a small role in a production at Zouk. I was so happy. I could again be there on stage, and be myself. Then that ended too. I lost all contact with the people there and my secondary school too.

Then I came to poly. First day of school, I was scared. Apprehensive. And strangely, excited. Strange faces, accents, language that over the last few years I became used to, to accept, to understand, to call my friends. I foolishly chose a course that I liked. About computers, about technology, about electronics. That, was the biggest mistake I ever did. Sure there are some mistakes that I made which may seem to you bigger than 'choosing' something I was interested in. Like not chasing that person. Like refusing to believe that I was able to actually like someone who I didn't know very well. Here in polytechnic, I've find that I'm regressing. Without an older mentor, without someone to look up to and say 'I wish I could do as well as him', I've let myself slide back into a state where I've no motivation to do anything else except to get by each day by doing the least possible of my responsibilities.

Its pathetic. Its poor. Thats me.

After I left secondary school, I could look back, and said: look I've got this award for doing this, and I did that for this award. But looking back at my 2 and half years here at poly, I cannot say the same. There's nothing I can look back to, and say proudly that I did that. What changed? I've no idea.


And so, as my dear father used to say, that I was digging a hole so deep that I couldn't get out of. And I don't think I can help myself anymore. Maybe I'll just give up even trying. I don't know how to stop, and to get back up.

These self reflective posts always seem so lonely...maybe I want to write some more, maybe I don't.


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Labels: Personal, Tech, zouk

Right now, I have 2 stories in drafts. That's because one is the unfinished piece of the 2nd part of the post below; the other a post that I can't write more than a paragraph without getting tears in my eyes. I try to find the quiet places and time to write, but seems those moments are so fleeting, so...little now. On buses, waiting for classes to start.

Its so, so confusing.


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Time.

Its like a river: ever flowing.

Never stopping.

And in the blink of an eye I'm nearing the end of my poly life. Looking back, I'll never say that going to polytechnic was a waste of time. I met people from all walks of life. I learnt how to deal with unexpected situations. I learnt so many things that I'll not forget for the rest of my life. I made friends. And every single memory along the way is treasured. No matter how much I bitch, moan, complain, I know that I won't truly have hated it here.

Its been close to 3 years since I left secondary school. Back then, I was excited. Excited to be starting in a new school, with totally new way of teaching, and a new people to meet. I painted a picture for myself: coming home at night, laptop and work in my back, typing busily on the way home, and participating in really fun activities. In reality, I accomplished neither. I found my course interesting at first. Easy too. It was like re-learning physics all over again - ohms law, V=IR, all different kinds of theorems, laws that still are applied over and over again in all my modules. But what I could do in secondary school that I couldn't now was to think. You see, in secondary school, I loved to participate in 'out-of-class' activities. To do more than homework, to go that one further mile, to participate in that one competition, to do help out in this upcoming activity that was being planned, to be part of everything that I could be in.

My CCA in secondary school did help alot. It made me me. Being part of acting, of drama, was me. It wasn't limited to boring old plays; it had dance, cool moves, blood, sweat, tears, bright lights, music, soul and passion. It was fun, exciting, and it was so sacred to be up THERE. Up on the stage, feeling the whole theater hang on every single word that comes out of your mouth, the audience at your control. The stage was the place that I felt free. The feeling of standing before so many people, a sea of faces looking at you, every eye watching every gesture you make, no matter how small. YOU commanded the huge stage spreading out to the front, back, left and right of you. It was your kingdom, you could do anything! It was...it was like magic. Funnily enough, being in front of so many people was somewhere that I felt free, somewhere that I could be myself, take off my everyday mask, without fear, without being judged for what I said, for what I wore, for being ME.

It is one of the few things in life that I truly have loved. I treasured every moment, every production, every play, every dance, and every step that I took on stage. From the 1st stages of auditioning, then numerous rehersals, shouting, getting scolded, forgetting lines, to rushing around backstage 5 minutes before the opening night excited, but without fear. No worrying about whether you would remember your lines, whether you had your make up put correctly, whether you had your props where you needed them, or whether your co actors could remember their lines because you trusted them; you just knew that they'll perform. Because you had gone through the depths of hell with them to get to where you are now - the many rehearsals, the special moments that you shared together, the different exercises that you did together, the pacing, the blocking, would all cumulate in one big night, that would be over in a blink of an eye. And when you look back you asked yourself: Did I really manage do that? And you'll know that you did pull it off.

TBC

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Labels: drama, Personal, stage, theater

My friend just got a Sidekick LX 09. For those who hve no idea what is it here are some pics:



It's a phone that flips open. It's very cool. Reminded me why I used to keep buying new gadgets. And I think that I'm really going to start again.


The keyboard is a little weird though. Most probably becuase I haven't been using a phone with one for almost 2 years now. Still loving my original iPhone :)


Here's a shot from quiznos @ orchard central. It's really really good compared with subway in Singapore. They make like really amazing subs. Hot, toasted subs. And their cookies are really awesome. Please, if you have the time, try it.




Oh and here's a shot from Mad Dogs Cafe. It's pretty on the >$15 per person, and some of it's dishes is nice, with the exception of what is being shown above. It's called spaghetti with pesto and squid ink. It's as bad as it sounds.

And this post was really just for nothing. Kinda bored in lecture.

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-- Post From My iPhone

So I had dinner at Deals again...









The Australian tenderloin was aged 14 days. Gave it quite a nice taste...



Desert...





And some iced coffee!

And then we decided to head out into the night for some....




DURIANS!! (and facewash)






That's all! Got a meeting tomrorrow morning at the Dept of Agri Culture. Until tomorrow then, take care!

To those at home: Don't let the flu bug bite!

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-- Post From My iPhone

So after a really hasty meeting this morning, I rushed back to the hotel to go on a road trip to view possible development sites with my boss, a senior engineer, and 2 really good friends of my boss. here are the pics!

Labels: Personal, work

Ok, so I had lunch today at this place called Deal. I'll let the picture do the talking.

Labels: Holiday, Personal, work