T(r)ip

I have left New Yuck and is now comfortably -laxing in cosy hotel in CANada, Toronto. I love Canada, its not filthy, its not rude and, its pretty and quiet.
New Yuck wasn't that bad afterall, its sole redemption was its Museum of Natural History and Holy Tuna! They're like having this Dinosaur special Exhibition now which completely redefines our perception of dinosaurs. Seriously, its a real eye-opener.
Did you know that that top possible physical speed of any dinosaur is only 27 miles per hour (human's is 25) or that there was no way Stegosaurus' plates were strong enough for any kind of defence or those -bump-headed-dinosaurs could use their bony heads to ram? And the BEST of all was the display of THE archaeopteryx fossil! As in THE 1887 fossil with the title of the world's most completed and detailed of the species ever. I'm so damn glad I took a picture of that.

And the paragarph above concludes my balanced discussion on how NY fairs as a destination.
I'm going to Niagra Falls tmr, so exciting. I heard about the AGM and I'm so proud of you, Shaun! Since the very first moment I met you in my OG I already knew, knew that you are definately council material-- and you are. Congrats Ultimato / Human Mobil.

The Big Apple

I don't have any photographs on this laptop yet, so I won't photo-log yet. BUUt, I have so much to say.
Firstly, Dear Steph:
I have searched high and low to find your tutti-dolci perfumes. I have got both Creme Brulee and Sugar Wafer, just in case. I can't seem to find your chrome yellow stuff yet.
Secondly, to all my dear friends:
how the bloody f&*% can you like, wait... not hate New York??!! I hate this God-forsaken floating island of non-biodegradable garbage! Certainly, I must admit that the buildings are beautiful and the urban landscape are somewhat cohesive and orderly... But the people ruin it all!!! What the HELL is wrong with Yankees? Can't live without a tip? Here's a tip: pennnies and nickels aren't everything!
Pardon me for my blaring, but GOD! Seriously... I have been through debates pertaining to the arguement that Singapore should not be considered as a developed country due to its lack of decency and culture. If that is so, New York should be relocated to the jungle of Irian Jaya on the border of Paupa New Guinea. The people here never heard of opening doors to people, saying a decent 'good morning' without expecting a tip and thus gives you the look of cosmic confusion and apocalypse when you hold the lift for them. What? You think I would rape you in front of the my parents? The Big Apple, where the worm never sleeps.
Another pointer. A close definition of Amercian Air service would be that of CRAP. My dearest Singaporean friends, if you think Jetstar Asia was bad, think again. Americans have the carnal desires to make Asian services look good.

'Any rubbish?' [flight attendant on her rounds of collecting cups]
'Wait... hold on a sec. (smile) [me, finishing my drink in a hurried pace]
She ignores me and proceeds. To which I asked her again to stall so that I place MY cup in HER bag, effectively doing HER job.
'EXCUSE ME? Don't you know its hard to retrack here?'

okay, my grammer sucks. My grammer suck. But its 'back-track' not 'retrack' and .... WHAT THE %UC#*&G HELL?? Hello miss? Would you prefer it if they replaced your bag with one of those green rubbish bins with wheels? So that you may 'retrack' better? ANOTHER pointer, when people are having lunch, chances are that they just MIGHT be thirsty. So skipping across passengers ( assuming that no shouting = no thirst) is not a very smart thing to do. ANOTHER pointer. When people are reading and/or sleeping from a tiring jet-lag, flight attendents are not supposed to talk loudly about their social circles NEXT the them. For love of thalwegs, I could hear how 'Christen cleared her mortgage' right through my phones.
Could you imagine 6+12 hours of this?
The city is rotten with filth from the people and it can even be felt halfway across the hemisphere.
On a better note, New York is really a photographer's paradise. I really got down to using the DSLR, walking through Broadway, Chinatown and even Ground Zero. It is nice and I cannot wait to see how the photos are coming out. There is also an extremely-frickin weird ( and I do mean paranormally weird) experience my dad had in the hotel, but I shall not discuss that here.. in the hotel. But it is hell scary, my sis and I are feeling it too. Thank God we changed rooms.

I wonder how is Council AGM going now... who would be in ex-co this year?

Grisly Find

Authorities have just made a grisly discovery in the Kallang River outside my house.
Two boxes, one containing a head the other a mutilated body of an unidentified person. To think all this occured outside my very home. I feel shaken, shocked to acknowledge my once assumed security is broken.

Consolidation of a few entries

Hi fricky-darlins,
This, is a consolidation of a few entries, a neat modifcations and correction of things I wrote before. Some may argue that entries of a blog, like pages of a diary, should be left untouched as an unchanging impression of one's state of mind and moods. I believe that changes, in itself, is an entry in one's private memories and with that, I would like to move on to my next point.
1656, 19.06.2005. The Memory Project came to shocking finale. Our final process of rendering (compilation) of our hour-long movie was unable to be finalised due to random glitches in the Adobe Premiere as well as the sheer size of the movie. The team was shattered, most shattered. Our months of filming, week of individual sourcing , rendering and sorting, and our 3 days marathon of editting came to nothing. It seemes to obvious that all our work and efforts have been easilly brushed away by technincal forces we could not control. Our sacrifices for studying time, our spilt bood and sanity was so fragily swept away. But over a night of reflection with God, I came to realise something: The Memory Project was not a failure. There are a few who I would need to thank. Yang-shen thank you for taking the initative to direct this, Quang, Fiona and anyone else on the team,for your sacrifices and effort on this project. Thanks a bunch to MRC too for generously giving us access to their room and their TREASURED 3-gig computer for our attempted rendering. It may not have worked but thanks so much, not just for this but for everything. Without the MRC, Council would not have been able to achieve half of our events.
Its prime objective was to bring back the memories we had as a council. For team and for me, this was achieved. Through the tiny pixels across the screens of our laptops, I experienced our entire term all over again. For me, it was a success, for me, I felt the memories. Other than the team, everyone else too, relived the memories. Through our endless interviews, every single councillor have reflected what we have done and that alone is enough to not only relive the memories but validate them too. In my eyes, the Memory Project was a success. We all saw our achievements, ourselves unfolding to our full glory and most importantly, the presence of God's hand in all our lives.
But hopes for the movie is not over! As of last night, the team have explored the alternative of creating many mini movies and chapters on a DVD instead of a big movie. With God's hand, this would work. So to anyone who is reading this (especially councillors) please pray for Quang who is individually splitting our movie and Zhiguang and his DVD writer. To the Glory of God.
With this, I'll like to go over to my next point. The following in an exerpt from a certain friend's blog:

"everytime i hear my friend tell me abt some random out-of-the-blue guy that she hardly knows who has confessed his undying love for her i feel like slapping my forehead n saying "way to go man!"like seriously."

I have been thinking a lot recently. Of my life. My emotions. My heart. It has been a long painful journey but there is nothing to complain. My emotions are still the same as before and I shall no more elaborate and sugar-coat this fact. But you have other priorities in your life and with this, I shall disturb you no further, at least for the time being. For now, neither of us could afford this, so I'll do my best to see you as a friend. I may have no objective to court you, but know that I wait. I believe that time will speak more than words. So, there you go. Worry no more, Friend.
Another event that shaped my life is June Camp for the junior councillors. Some of you may be have noticed that despite my usual trigger-happy tendencies, I did not take any photos (except for some candid footages during the Ushering simulation when i was a camera). Just for starters, I did bring my camera but I have refrained from taking any shots. I believe that June camp is an experience that should be remembered not through photographs but the powerful emotions of bonding and triumph. We are passing the flame on to you guys and unlike our seniors, we are fully confident of the council's future. We had faith in you right from the start, and we were not mistaken. Juniors, I am proud of you guys.
I would be going to USA from Saturday all the way to the end of holidays. I hope that this would give me an escape from the turbulent life I had the past 2 months. I just hope to get some studying done.

June Camp

The Final challenge completed, the AC flag raised. The 5 days of pain and torture came to glorious end and smiles and cheers. The orange crispy sun soaked silent blue clouds that swirled around the sinking sphere. It was a victory, a clear victory.
As the Flag eclipsed the sky from my view, I could see the camp I did not go to. And this is the power of pain, friendship and love. I never went to my june camp. I never experienced a single push-up, crunch or any peanut dealings. Despite this, I could ever so vividly feels the trembling sensations in my arms in jail. I could experience the fear of hiding in the male toliet while the senior Ghim moh tribes scoured the school. This is the power of memories fueled by comradeship and friendship. I may not have known what the precise feel of torture or the total number of push-ups we did, yet through love of the passion: I could see it all in my mind.
Before June camp, I solemnly swore never to blog off June camp until after my extallation. I will not say who blazed while who burnt. So, I shall stick to it. But I need to say this:
Juniors, we had faith in you. You did not let us down.

Some of you told me that you have been very touched (emotionally), but let me bring light upon a certain matter. Throughout june camp, I have always kept a straight and stern (sometimes pissed) face when addressing you guys except until after the triumph of the final challenge. I have visualised every single possible event and emotion except that of tirumph and victory. The sensation and knowledge that all the pain, blood and tears shed all pale in comparsion the the achievment that matters in the end. And for once, I did not keep a stern face...

"who are you?"

One counil (d'oh)

One Council.

DSLR

Picture of one of my new ropefish prior to its purchase. They are not really eating like they ought to, perhaps I should isolate them.
This is to my juniors,
Enjoy your weekend and be strong, ask God for strength and peace. Please understand and be patient for what will be upon you. Be strong and adapt, mould and forge yourselves.




There is nothing here, sucker-- : )

Praise the Lord.

There was SJI (Senior Junior Interaction) the night before, and crossroads yesterday. I lost my handphone and watch as well. Without God's grace and help, none would have turned out well. Praise the Lord. I love you God.