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08 December 2011 @ 06:35 pm
Celebrates the peasant, with songs and dances,
The pleasure of a bountiful harvest.
And fired up by Bacchus' liquor, many end their revelry in sleep.
Everyone is made to forget their cares and to sing and dance
By the air which is tempered with pleasure
And (by) the season that invites so many, many
Out of their sweetest slumber to fine enjoyment
The hunters emerge at the new dawn,
And with horns and dogs and guns depart upon their hunting
The beast flees and they follow its trail;
Terrified and tired of the great noise
Of guns and dogs, the beast, wounded, threatens
Languidly to flee, but harried, dies.

—— Antonio Vivaldi
08 December 2011 @ 03:36 pm
To be perfectly frank, it's all very edifying, enrapturing and heart-wrenching. I won't disclose too much details, because I believe the residents value privacy to their personal affairs and besides, I have absolutely no right to, but those cases I've witnessed and handled... I guess they will remain etched vividly in my memory. 

First and foremost - the joys.Collapse )

The entire day was a rude shock itself, unveiling all the grevious troubles/trials and tribulations that persecute some of the needy residents incessantly. These are the hard truths of life, I suppose, the ones that not many are able to avert from, and the ones that often bring much pain and problems. 

There were families which had sort of ended up in a debacle, abounding in troubles and various areas of vexation (most prominently financial woes) and then there were people with legal problems, not yet convicted but desperate for help, perhaps because the unyielding and intractable laws of Singapore allow no room for 'extraneous' considerations. Then there were those with medical problems, those without a job, those who did not even have a roof over their head; those who could not prolong their wait in lieu of bureaucratic procedures certain organisations possess, those whose numerous applications and appeals have been rejected by mulish institutions in spite of their exigent predicaments...

I had an incredibly difficult time struggling to restrain my tears that welled up and I listened to the residents' stories as warring emotions roiled within me. My heart ached terribly, for those who have suffered tremendously.

All those times I was ensconced behind my table in class, paying undivided attention to Ms Seb, or any other teacher for that matter, explaining how our society may have left a pocketful of the needy behind, discussing the problems that plague some parts of our society, probing us to think about the numerous problems the lower sector of society faces... How many times have I brushed such concerns away lightheartedly, almost whimsically? How many times had I imagined to know these problems, but not actually know and fathom the 'problems' in question? How blessed was I, to be able to be part of this family I have, to dwell in where I reside in, to be who I am?

I left my first MPS in shock, consternation and frustration. Tumult. Turbulence.

Of course, I've encountered individuals emphatically, ostensibly against the PAP, voicing their concerns pertaining to immigrants in Singapore in an aggressive, demanding fashion, gesticulating wildly, in all obstreperousness. Honestly, MPS is a platform for those with sufficient power and authority to reach out to the needy. It should, in all right sense, be secular and non-political. MPS is not an arena to put forth political opinions nor launch personal attacks. It's for the needy, the impoverished, to seek proper help. It's for us, the able-bodied, to abet the poor and help alleviate their pains. I may or may not agree with her sentiments, but certainly not the action undertaken to vindicate them. Haha even my mentor's most placid facade couldn't conceal his annoyance.

That being said, MPS was and is a veritable eye-opener. My three prime takeaways:
1. Help is gratuitous. (Self-explanatory in itself.)
2. Quality over quantity. (Dig deep and deliver 'multifarious' help.)
3. Impartiality is imperative. (To not judge before coming to knowledge, but always value the resident's interest in order to maximise aid.)

There will always be this wave of melancholy which assails me whenever I think of MPS. But I'm glad I'm doing something of worth right now. This experience pretty much axed my naive mentality and helped me discover for myself an axiomatic truth - 我其实很幸福。
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
13 May 2011 @ 02:33 pm
Out of 17SLC. Due to prior experience as a Fac last year.
This world needs to stop tumbling upside down all of a sudden, because I'm barely adapting.

Essentially, all that sheepy explanations to block out my time for 17SLC were for nothing.
All that breathless anticipation; furtive, excited smiles and counting down - nothing.

The peremptory manner in which the course of life is dictated disgusts me to no end.
12 May 2011 @ 12:26 am

To-Do List
1. NUSPA Case Motion
2. NUSPA Prop 1 Speech
3. Integrated Humanities Poverty Essay
4. Revise Mathematics
5. Organise notes (Chem and Bio)
6. 17SLC Matters
7. Spherical III (practise and rehearse)
8. Math WS Integration 1
9. Language Arts Essay (Q5)
10. Panel Discussion (Science and Tech)
11. Adv. Literature Jane Austen Critical Essay 
12. Prepare a surprise for Mom on her birthday
13. Commence slumber
14. Other things like 1st June, Bilingual Debates II and etc
15. Stop being sloppy, stop being a condemnable malingerer

Countless things on my plate. Of all times, this time. My schedule is turning haphazard once more; the hectic period is about to begin. On a side note, the numbers are disappointing. Tempted to hurl my calculator against the wall. Almost perfection, yet I missed it by a 'diminutive' margin - one that's clearly not negligible. It'd better be MSG 1.0 but I have doubts arising already, so the maximum I can reconciliate with is 1.1 and no more. I desire it to be excessively low, don't you already know?

Like an apocalyptic disaster pre-empted, everything descends suddenly, swiftly, rapidly...
I am lost. So very drowned in work. Indulging, savouring and languishing all at once. Could you picture the complexity, then?
24 April 2011 @ 06:43 pm

Finished the VIA Survey of Character Strengths. Triapsed through the avalanche of 240 questions eventually.

Fatigue has pillaged my system once more. I doubt I can ever regained the strength to stay awake - eyes wide open, without batting a single eyelid - through the course of just one entire night. This realisation, however, manifests in my brain as though it is a vile desecration to the, well, holiness of mugging. The art of revision and ingesting all things academic is sacred to me. At least, it is key to abetting me fill out the templates of my dreams. I have lost my drive to study ceaselessly through the dead of the night. Somehow, somewhere, I will invariably end up asleep on the desk, until I feel the rays of sunlight streaming in from the glass balcony door falling on my face and warming it up - hopefully not to cause ignominy at my sloppiness - before I wake, aching all over from the awkward hunch plus face-down position (as I laid on the table to succumb to slumber) and become cognisant of the fact that I have squandered a night of precious hours away.

Gone, they are.

To whittle things down to its rudiments because I cannot possibly suppress my annoyance with my bearing my woes to a silly electronic device instead of something more sensible, like my beloved diaries: I feel decidedly wretched, like a malingerer.

Industry, diligence, and perseverance
You work hard to finish what you start. No matter the project, you "get it out the door" in timely fashion. You do not get distracted when you work, and you take satisfaction in completing tasks.

Perspective (Wisdom)
Friends hold this view of you. They value your perspective on matters and turn to you for advice. You have a way of looking at the world that makes sense to others and to yourself. Thinking things through and examining them from all sides are important aspects of who you are. You do not jump to conclusions, and you rely only on solid evidence to make your decisions. You are able to change your mind.

Love of learning
You love learning new things, whether in a class or on your own. You have always loved school, reading, and museums-anywhere and everywhere there is an opportunity to learn. You are always asking questions, and you find all subjects and topics fascinating. You like exploration and discovery.

Zest, enthusiasm, and energy
Regardless of what you do, you approach it with excitement and energy. You never do anything halfway or halfheartedly. For you, life is an adventure.

Capacity to love and be loved
You value close relations with others, in particular those in which sharing and caring are reciprocated. The people to whom you feel most close are the same people who feel most close to you.

Perhaps it's good to know I've changed. And I've grown.

Current Mood: exanimateexanimate
20 April 2011 @ 08:27 pm
Which song makes you happy every time you hear it, and why?

Mariah Carey's Fantasy.

It's one of the best paradigm of 90's pop (catchy, ubiquitous melody and all) which is, honestly, a major catalyst fuelling my colossal attraction to her 1995 album, Daydream, shared by songs like Melt Away, Forever and One Sweet Day (all of which are my all-time favourites and personal biases). That record spawned three #1 hits on Billboard, and one of which - the latter - became a monstrous, record-breaking ballad putting forth messages of genuine love (I mean in general, could be friendships, parental love, etc).

Additionally, Fantasy inspired a rather durable trend of fusing and enmeshing pop, hiphop and R&B altogether - ODB verses, anyone? (Do you remember: Me and Mariah/Go back like babies with pacifiers) This incorporation was initially perceived to be the 'insanity' of Mariah, but what the geese, if anything, it sparked a newfangled dimension in the music industry which is extensively imperative, because otherwise we wouldn't have the Rihanna collaborations, or the Knock You Down or the Beyonce acts and loads of other tracks.

Last but not least, upon hearing this upbeat, exuberant song, I become equally sanguine.
Love it in its entirety. One of the very best.
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: Fantasy - Mariah Carey
27 March 2011 @ 01:58 am

Just went on a massive hunt for Mariah Carey icons.
Oh my geese, I love her so much. I don't quite fathom how her music has such influential abilities, how her stupendous vocal prowess captivates me so much and how she can possess so much unwordly capacity.

Noticed a few comments here and there, not so palatable, casting much unsavoury light on Mariah.
I know she got hefty. But if you've been on progesterone you wouldn't manage to keep your slender figure for long. Neither did she, and it came in colossal amounts too because she simply didn't have room for more convalescence time, and she had to keep up with her hectic career, thus the not-so-nice aftermath. Regardless, pregnancy added to the weight issue - yep, she's conceived a second, successful time subsequent to her first miscarriage three years ago - and she's due in a week's time. With a trainer hired and ready, I'm expecting the sexy figure from 2008 back in a jiffy. But before that, let her focus on the delivery, and the newfangled album she's going to produce this year. Then comes the slimming down and transition back to Sony Music. After all, that was her sanctuary of her 90's - her prime - legacy and returning is bound to be nostalgic for the lambs. Missed her image and music twenty years ago so much ):

Speaking of which, the comments.
Yep a few of them were debating about being 'icons' of the music industry. I'm surprised a false dichotomy was created: why juxtapose Mariah against Madonna? The latter was a slut, but hey, she's left some very poignant footsteps all around. And the former... well it is quite indubitable that she qualifies for 'icon'. On hindsight though, what's the criteria for being an 'icon'? There were lists, and many aspects brought up; a few caught my eye and I was shocked when they simplified Mariah's case so daftly. I noticed a couple of Madonna as well, but I'm no fan of her, her fans can do the job. As for Mariah... how could you go against sentiments of critics in such a silly fashion? I don't quite comprehend.

Having amazing concerts: yes.
In her prime, every of her concerts sold out the entire venue. She delivered august performances, flawless renditions, and brought the exhilarated crowd to their feet. But holding amazing concerts don't render people an 'icon' - their career history and capabilities are criteria for establishing their icon status.

Possessing stupendous vocal prowess: yes.
Five octaves as she claims. Celebrity vocal coach Mark Brexter has heard her sing past all existing notes on a grand piano. While vocal range doesn't define an artiste's abilities, her capacity does. She has projected ample proof of her vocal gift and talent. There's so much evidence to garner, I don't even know where to begin! Numerous music critics venerate her for her talent. It's indubitable that Mariah Carey sings excellently. Besides that, she is an icon of inspiration too. Many of her songs - most classically of course, the paradigm of inspiring songs 'Hero' - have abetted people in gaining strength to overcome difficulties of life. Her songwritng skills are affirmed as such.

Changing music: yes.
Damn, the remix of 'Fantasy' with ODB is wideley delineated to have catalysed the ubiquitous trend of collaboration with rappers for remixes manifesting in the music industry today. MTV, biographies of Mariah and even David Foster himself verified this fact. She's left a legacy in her paths, and developments such as these can be traced back to Mariah Carey. It's not merely the 90's portion of her career that emerges prominently as we discuss her; the colossal success achieved in 2005 echoes 'iconic' resonantly as well. It's not a comeback - she's been around for years and years. It wasn't a sporadic success - most ostensibly, because that proverbial success has been perpetuated. Despite the achievements of her numerous remarkable feats, they not a mere short-lived moments. Her second round of massive success highlights her outstanding, superior abilities once more.

My discourse of this critically-acclaimed individual may be lengthy, but ultimately, where 'iconic' in the music industry is concerned, Mariah Carey is also concerned.

18 March 2011 @ 05:15 am
One of the reason why I became a Student Leader, was because I admired leadership.
I used to fancy power and glamour and rubbish like that, until I was introduced to NYPSL, until Nanyang reawakened my brains and rid them of those foolish, erroneous impressions. (Yes, even at a young, tender age my psyche was evidently not devoid of such reprehensible ambition.) Now I dare not claim I fathom leadership in its entirety, but at least I know, I haven't been leading - and serving - for the wrong purposes.

Which brings me to my point.

Giant EpiphanyCollapse )
Not winning is not tantamount to losing, neither is it an equivalent to failure.
This is a necessary psychological imperative everyone must wield before stepping into the competition arena. Because the most crucial element involved is not the fruit of the matter; it's the venture and the skills. Refining it, polishing it, then learning, and more learning. Registering what went wrong (even winners go wrong) then working on remedying and rectifying the flaw. The concept of loss doesn't hint blemish. It is however, an authentic, priceless experience.

I do have a feeling I won't be going for competitions anymore this year.
Which might be just as well. But this colossal epiphany, which I hope to be of help during my - possible - convalescence from (something I hope I do not end up with) AD, I'll endeavour to etch, emboss, engrace, etc into each cell of my brain. Although I will miss the euphoria of attaining something well, to be proud of, academics invariably come first. Blocks are drawing (euphemism for "looming ominously") nearer, round the bend of a week or two, and my revision has been rather haphazard. It doesn't help that life decides to be shitty and I contracted Viral Throat Infection: yellow mucus with green spots, fever worthy of 40 degrees, sore throat (that produces excruciating pain when I attempt to talk or swallow) and muscles, pallid countenance (as though I became a vampire overnight) and generally dishevelled, unpalatable state.
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic
Current Music: Hero - Mariah Carey
15 April 2010 @ 01:18 am
This is indeed kind of contradictory to what I've mentioned earlier in my post, but ever since the change of teachers my grades shot up high. Good enough anyway, I've had absolutely enough of seeing B3s for the subject where I used to top the entire cohort with a well-garnered 98% in my school. It's an easy feat, where I just sit for an exam and end up on top.

I don't fathom why I've done so badly. It's not as if my Chinese took an extreme turn for the better, and I haven't spent my holidays mugging for Chinese like a nutter, but hey, you see the dramatic disparity in terms of grades. It's from a B3-B4 stage to a sudden, > 85% sort of A1.  It's not a sporadic or intermitten sort of alteration, nor my teacher being excessively lenient, since whenever there's a switch in teachers marking my Chinese work (meaning anyone else besides my former teacher), my score would definitely take a 'quantum leap' for the better. It's very amusing actually, receiving my EOYs Comprehension and 作文 back then comparing them to what I've done in my normal work - you'll see the glaring disparity. Too bad these rare occurrences can't manage to salvage my overall grade (there, you see the extent of the damage).

Circumstances hasn't revert back to what happened in the past, but it's good, and I'm satisfied. At least I'm scoring 60/70 for my 作文 as compared to when I never seem to get pass 42/70 since two years ago. The only sad thing is, it deprived me of my chance to go for a SAP Scholarship. And point is, I might have gotten that very scholarship if only my results weren't as screwed.
Current Mood: refreshedrefreshed
06 July 2009 @ 02:09 pm
Ah well.
This new Livejournal created seems rather unable to be put to good use unless I am terribly disgusted by Blogger and it appears repugnant to me so I revert to utilising Livejournal. Which is somehow near impossible and implausible.

But then again, a pragmatic solution would be opting for Livejournal (trust me when I say I am very tempted to) but well, the point is that the fact remains to show how music players cannot be incorporated into Livejournals; tagboards as well. Which leaves me at this fork-road-junction-like dilemma where there is no resolution to it. But never mind about that now. But then, I urge readers to visit the Blogger website if you are keen on well, probing further on things with regards to me.

I like this skin. Without the plainly annoying advertisements, I think it would turn out to be better than my current skin. Simplicity sometimes really does the job splendidly.

For rationale of this proclamation, visit my Blogger website to read because I'm too bone idle to jot it down.
Yeah fine, I apologise for being so sardonic here but it was necessary to vent my erm, rage, I suppose.
Current Mood: irateirate