tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261514762011-07-08T11:23:23.371+08:00"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education."<br> - Mark Twain (1835-1910)Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.comBlogger7611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-47399663981970112622010-06-21T00:30:00.002+08:002010-06-21T00:36:36.809+08:00

Ok guyz time for a SHIFT.

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And every time I study at home I realise why I do not study at home.They've started work on the new elevator that will bring me up right to my doorstep, which is a good thing I guess, but the next months are going to be so noisy.

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Here are a couple i learned for double angle formulas.For sin(a+b)= sin(a)cos(b)+cos(a)sin(b)Say out loud: "sine cosine cosine sine"For cos(a+b)= cos(a)cos(b)-sin(a)sin(b)Say out loud: "cosine cosine SIGN sine sine"Notice the word "SIGN". The word SIGN is there to remind you that the SIGN of the rightmost term has the opposite SIGN of the input to the cosine on the left hand side of the equation

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6th June 2010Interschool Archery ChampionshipYesterday could have been described as exciting, tumultuous, tiring, fun, depressing, awesome, and, actually, a whole lot of other things too. All of them would be right. Just, so many things happened yesterday.Interschools this year was a lot different as compared to last year. For one, RI was not the most represented school. This year it was probably

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fine this morning, on a 19 inch monitor running in fullscreen mode.

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DID YOU KNOW:Caffeine is a legal stimulant of athletic performance!Whoa! That's totally awesome!

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"Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself."-William Faulkner

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Yesterday I volunteered for an odd job, which totally makes me an odd job laborer now. I did about 4 hours of manual labor for $40, which is alright I guess. I got this job cause coach was asking for volunteers to help set up the field for the competition this weekend.I think, other than asscap Beck I'm the closest to Zhenghua, so I volunteered. This is/was my job. Here it is. Zhenghua National

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Yesterday's Lit extra lesson turned out to be a massive scam. I arrived half an hour late, and the lesson had not begun. Then Ms Veera ran through the freshly returned essays, which was useful I suppose, but from all the way at the back of B52 I couldn't see much. It then proceeded to end before 11am, which probably upset Hoang more than the rest of us, since he only managed to sit in for 20

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Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house. Those outside can watch you if they want, but you need not see them. You simply say, "Here are the perimeters of our attention. If you prowl under the windows till the crickets go silent, we will pull the shades. If you wish us to suffer your envious curiosity, you must permit us not to notice it." Anyone with one solid

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O GUYS IT'S SHOWTIME! MY NUFFNANG ACCOUNT BALANCE IS $0.33 CENTS AWAY FROM MY FIRST, MY LAST, MY BEST, MY WORST, MY SLOWEST, AND MY FASTEST EVER CASHOUT!IT'S TAKEN SEVERAL YEARS AND A LOT OF TOIL, STRIFE, AND SACRIFICE! YES, I SOLD MY SOUL TO BLOG ADS, BUT VERY SOON, READERS, THEY WILL BE NO MORE! AND WITH THAT I CAN MOVE TO TUMBLR! (ONCE I FIND THE MOTIVATION TO LEARN THEIR INTERFACE, THAT IS.)

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AWESOMEDAY.I WOKE UP AFTER A LOVELY SLEEP.THEN I HAD 4 CHOCOLATE COOKIES FOR BREAKFAST.THEN I PACKED MY BAGS (THERE WERE MANY).THEN I ARRANGED A PICKUP OF GOODS.THEN I DELIVERED A LARGE, BULKY, BLACK ARTICLE.(INCIDENTALLY, IT WAS A DEADLY WEAPON.)THEN I TOOK A TRAIN TO TOWNAND I TALKED TO A STRANGER WHO WAS A FRIENDLY GUYI GAVE HIM FIVE CENTSAND HE GAVE ME SHOESTHEN I WENT TO ANG MO KIO AND I

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Ensconced.and happy.

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(click image for the story on Redsports.sg)I somehow get the feeling that twenty years on, when I think back on my Rugby days, the only thing I'm going to remember is what I felt at the game today.Every rugby game I will ever remember watching will feature:Shaun Lau and I, with some others,getting a good spot, because we know where all the action is gonna be at.The crowd around us cheeringMaking

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5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE4 tablespoons flour4 tablespoons sugar2 tablespoons cocoa1 egg3 tablespoons milk3 tablespoons oil3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)A small splash of vanilla extract1 large coffee mugAdd dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well. Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix

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"If you are going through hell, keep going."- Sir Winston ChurchillOn an unexpected impulse I flipped through some of my Secondary school work this morning. Yes, I still keep all my old worksheets. They're separated by year and by subject, within dusty boxes at the foot of my bed. I was in search of a quote that had managed to find its way in my heart, and survive there till a few weeks ago,

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I seem to have left my lit notebook in school. And the essay's due on monday. Opps.

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SHE loved them so much that she was even willing to lay her life down for the girls. On Saturday night, Indonesian maid Puji Astutik died proving her love - and saved her boss' one-year-old.Ms Puji, 28, was crossing the road with her employer, Mrs Lam's younger daughter, when an SMRT bus ran into her at the junction of Choa Chu Kang Street 52 and Choa Chu Kang North 6.She flung the baby girl

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Captain Ahab, Richard the Third, Heathcliff, maybe even Darth Vader. All, in some way, somewhat fascinating despite having despicable attributes; tendencies to violence, cruelty, and "pure dang nasty evil". (It's just a fact!)How do we describe them? Machiavellian? Byronic Heroes? Richard and Ahab never reconciled their evil; Ahab fought to the death and in some sense is a tragic hero outdone by

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Don’t side with mediocrity. If you hear someone tell you you can’t do it, assume this person has an agenda in keeping you low. Go aggressive on them. Better yet: laugh. Don’t take full negatives as truth. Your average work today is the half way through to awesomeness. They don’t have to believe that, but you do.Then take suggestions well. Which doesn’t mean accepting them as they come. Hear

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Sing, sing a song,Sing out loud,Sing out strong,Sing of good things, not badSing of happy, not sadSing, sing a song, Make it simple, To last your whole life longDon't worry that it's not good enoughFor anyone else to hearJust singSing a songla la la la lala la la la la lala la la la la la la la la la la lala la la la la lala la la la la la la la la la la lala la la la la lala la la la la la la

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... People often behave in certain ways as a direct result of their emotional state, such as crying, fighting or fleeing. If one can have the emotion without the corresponding behavior, then we may consider the behavior not to be essential to the emotion. Neuroscientific research suggests there is a "magic quarter second" during which it's possible to catch a thought before it becomes an

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In other news, I really like shoes. Becca leaned over in Math Lecture and noticed that my handwriting was girly; not that it was immaculate, but that the letters were regular, the lines were straight, and the individual characters were rounded, fully-formed, and consistent. I re-counted my shoes in my head that day. I have:White slip-ons (cotton on - $20) everyone thinks these are the shoes old

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OH YEAH

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Ankie Spitzer recalled her husband's idealism and attitude towards the Olympics:(While strolling in the Olympic Village)... he spotted members of the Lebanese team, and told (me) he was going to go and say hello to them... I said to him, "Are you out of your mind? They're from Lebanon!" Israel was in a state of war with Lebanon at the time. "Ankie," Andre said calmly, "that's exactly what the

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First time shooting outdoor today, for the first time in more than 3 months, with the last time being my final (doomed) IKO round at Kasetsart, against "the brown shirt guy" with the $2K Hoyt Riser.Some minor tweaks to my form in the past coupla trainings gave me a nasty chin abrasion like the ones Jimmy and JJ and Max already have. I think I have a solution though, but that means holding the

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Scraped through with 10 seconds to spare, and for the second time in my life I am a Gold Medallist for NAPFA. I was so inactive in Primary school. I hardly ever broke a sweat. Sitting down in Sushi Tei with mom yesterday, I traced my CCA history, from a short stint in the Pei Hwa choir, to the Art Club with Srawan and Mr Wan-eth, to being cast as the Human Teacher in the school play as a member

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There are many kinds of sleep. One's the kind where you can't really fall asleep and it takes you a rather long time to dop off, and, rolling around in your bed, you make the sheets crumpled and uncomfortable. When you do actually fall asleep, you keep flickering in and out of consciousness all throughout the night, so much so that when you finally get out of that hot bed it feels like you were

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Life of my blog, August 06 to April 10. Three and a half years. As my Nuffnang Earnings inch their way closer and closer to $50, (minimum cashout amount) I'm contemplating scaling down the whole idea of noogeroo and abandoning this blog forever. I'm a sentimental guy, I think. I wouldn't be able to hit Delete Blog, with all the posts since August of '06. That's why I keep all my chatlogs. (Oho,

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Why am I still online. It's 4:30AM.

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On Six Island, after you Surf up from the right side of the island and get on the next island, there is a house in which there is a woman who likes Heracross disturbingly much. Her dialogue, exact quote: "Hera, hera, HERACROSS! Big and shiny, it's the bug boss! Love it, need it, HERACROSS!" And, guess what, she wants to see big ones.When you actually bring her a Heracross... exact quote: "Eeeeek!

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I remember a time in Primary school where I was in Kallang Leisure Centre with my 3 boy cousins and my Uncle Ben. Having just finished up at the arcade, we're waiting somewhere, for something. I can't remember what it was at this point in time. Minutes pass and we start to get fidgety. The oldest of the three, Bertrand, grabs onto an escalator railing from the outside and hangs on till he has

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Today I...Celebrated 17 years of life, ran in the forest for 20 minutes, supervised shooting from 7 metres, shot 150 arrows over 5 hours, did not watch 58745874587 K-pop videos, took 2 trains, had 0.25 ice cream cones, wasted 3 frames, had 10% discount off 3 bowls of hot food, walked down 90 steps, and had 1 epic day.

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My own motives are often a mystery to even me. After thinking about this for a while I conclude that it really doesn't matter and I should just keep on doing what I want to do for whatever reason I want to do it, and stop worrying about why I want to do it.In other news, I am never lanning again in my life. This time I mean it, and with every ounce of resolve I swear never to agree to go with

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The availability of oil in the Middle East as well as cheap, abundant raw materials in the 3rd world spurred global economic growth in not just the 1st world but also the 3rd. While the developed countries benefitted from cheap and abundant raw materials the 3rd world gained export revenue, and were increasingly integrated into the global economic system. Middle East oil fuelled economic growth

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I blame myself for having a shitty attitude.In hindsight it only lasted about an hour or so, it may have been longer, I was feeling so shitty that I couldn't be bothered to keep track of the time.Everything really took off after lunch. It wasn't the best of programs, but it was a good experience. Although in the context of CTs I don't think any J2 would consider it time well spent, the returns,

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Double Post, but the parallels are really incredible.A honey bee that is away from the hive foraging for nectar or pollen will rarely sting, except when stepped on or roughly handled. Honey bees will actively seek out and sting when they perceive the hive to be threatened, often being alerted to this by the release of attack pheromones.Point being, Ordinary Bees will not attack when alone. The

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I suppose, even after having a more open mind, wider perspectives, more life experience, and even after the tenuous adjustment to a co-ed environment, there are some people and some things that I will never ever understand.And there are some things that will never be within my control.And no matter how hard I try, I'm better off not understanding, or not controlling. I just got to stick to what I

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Well here comes the weekend, and well I know the weekend's supposed to be a great time for everyone, I'm supposed to be Thanking God that It's Friday, but somehow weekends don't thrill me all that much. My weekends are filled with multitudinous challenges and problems and very few solutions, and my weekends are hard. Comparatively, school life is a breeze, with a planned timetable and a nicely

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Question: Woah! I thought tan(pi/2) was undefined?I was really bored and i thought tan(pi/2) and tan (3pi/2) were undefined, but i typed them in to Google calculator and they came out as 1.63317787 × 10^16 and 5.44392624 × 10^15 respectively. What's the deal with that?Best Answer - Chosen by Votersyou have a really rich lifeits just an approximation .. I think corresponding to around 90 degrees

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This 100 words thing is getting contrived. It's become a sort of disincentive to me posting, because I just think of how troublesome it's going to be to have to open up MS word to count the exact 100. I mean it is cool, and some of the stuff other people squeeze into 100 words is just beautiful, within the constraints, but I guess I don't want to do that anymore. I'll just keep my posts short I

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Tim Burton's a magician; everything he makes is just unexplainably brilliant.In any case, the movie ALICE IN WONDERLAND is coming soon, and I am totally going to watch it. I'd say my favorite Alice in Wonderland character would have to be THE JABBERWOCK, complete with the jaws that bite, the claws that catch! But then again it's probably not going to be in the movie. So in any case, I went on the

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I suppose trying to maintain 100words a day is, well, as good as a lost cause. I still like following this form, though, 100 neat words per post, not too little not too many, and I find that it forces me to be concise, so it forces me to only say the best things I have to say. I’ll be keeping the format, but I’m afraid that the regularity of posting is going to have to stop. A hundred words a day

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At 11pm, you finally cave in and sign in to msn, after several dreary hours of trying to do work.At 12am, the flashing orange msn taskbar item is dismissed as a distraction.At 1am, the flashing orange msn taskbar item is a welcome deviation from the tedium of typing.At 2am, the flashing orange msn taskbar item is strangely encouraging.At 3am, the flashing orange msn taskbar item is what’s keeping

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I love pleasant surprises, and I really loved what I was surprised with today. Gallbladder (primarily Madeline) made us OGLs scrapbooks with little notes from everyone, full color photos and really lovely decorations.We crashed Richard's house after Lunch at Pizza Hut in Harborfront Centre, and right now I am in complete and total agreement with Hoang, who firmly believes that you really get to

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In the week to come there will be Take5, Chinese New Year, Shanzhi's birthday, and HH hotpot. Now, these are things which I fully intend to enjoy. In fact, I fully intend to enjoy them fully. I'm looking forward to playing in the sand with my OG, looking forward to crashing my cousins' houses, boiled food with my Old OG, and mad birthday celebrations (which should primarily be comestible-centric

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Times like these I just want to sit on the train and travel indefinitely, preferably with my iPod in my ears, and Sigur Ros on at 80% volume, just loud enough such that its soothing icelandic keening is all that I hear, and I'll elbow my way into the corner where the seats end and become door. Setting down my bag gently, I would lean against the glass panel, sliding along downward and easing onto

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Scores today dropped 20 points from yesterday, but then again I did shoot more than 100 arrows yesterday.It's the first day of our new crazy timetable, where we have 7 consecutive blocks, out of which only half is free, and we end with PE.The plus side is that we end earlier.I can't decide if I like the old or new timetable better.I've decided that before we start on a new history topic, I'll do

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The pleasure of Archery, to me, is how I can keep getting better and better. Not that I'm incredible right now, but I enjoy the feeling of improvement. I like getting better, and I like how doing the right thing translates into tangible results.A lot of things work that way but for me, only in Archery are the returns so proportionate, so direct, and so enjoyable.Archery's been an incredible

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-32742910478872691482010-02-07T20:41:00.000+08:002010-02-08T20:41:37.959+08:00

I spent my afternoon in Bishan Library Cafe with Hoang, doing math, and catching up. (Yeah I guess you could call it that.)We both agreed that we miss PW.Not that we miss writing and re-writing reports and proposals and rushing for submissions or anything. I guess I just enjoyed the feeling of working together in a group. I miss the process.Unity just gets me going, I guess.I just really like the

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-11904878389429270662010-02-04T20:18:00.003+08:002010-02-04T20:18:38.043+08:00

Cynics often discuss the futility of being forced into holding inane conversation with casual acquaintances you randomly stumble upon.Some say the worst kind of causal acquaintance is the kind who pretends you are best of friends and launches into a flurry of questions about your life you wish you could answer with "why do you even care?" in your mind you practice the acerbic tone of voice you

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It's quite jarring to be back in lessons the day after Orientation. Bad for J1s, worse for J2s. I fall asleep in every lesson today.2 weeks behind on homework, totally lost in lectures, and out of touch with classmates. Tired, sunburnt, aching.3 months of preparation for 4 days of madness. Looking back, not all of it was fun, but the experience was a valuable one. Working with Banner taught me a

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-4822782653753828682010-02-02T23:36:00.001+08:002010-02-09T23:50:20.340+08:00

The Munjen game is incredibly fun stuff. Even the station masters love it. Chee Yeow, in particular, is incredible at running in a straight line after spinning 30 rounds. (The game only required 10)You get high from spinning around, and it's the partial loss of motor control that is just so thrilling. The disorientation when you come out of a spin induces pure joy."Alright well done guys! Full

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The Lane Game is the worst game of Orientation. It has no learning curve, because it's just pure luck. It's impossible to succeed by any particular strategy. I'm stuck at the BW lane all day catching cheaters.Strip Me If You Can is the best game of Orientation, if you're fit enough.Prisoner Fish game is a refreshing combination of the traditional "sock-in-shorts" and "hold-hands-in-a-circle"

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01/27 Night before Orientation and I'm incredibly frazzled, I feel like I'm completely unprepared. I wonder if our OGLs felt like this on their night before Orientation, because on the actual day they seemed to have had everything prepared. We, on the other hand, don't even have our OG flag (which I am about to make) or our OG gifts (which are in a state of limbo in Matthew's locker. It's been

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Short for mathematics - the logical study of quantity (numbers) and abstract structure (geometry), their operations, properties, applications, and how they all interrelate.Aside from its incredible value in real-world applications (science, engineering, business, etc.), mathematics is also taught in schools because it's the best system to demonstrate and strengthen the vital concepts of deductive

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01/21We play cards and do icebreakers with the TP archers in the 5 hours that we have before the 2nd plane arrives. We get a little lost in Suvarnabhumi, there is a slight delay and The Parents are not pleased. Bows in the pick-up truck, luggage in the bus, we arrive in Pongpetch Guestotel (portmanteu, to save on neon signage) in the dead of night - 1am local time but 2am in Singapore. We settle

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-44327173654101268192010-01-20T19:06:00.000+08:002010-01-24T19:06:44.727+08:00

Today I visited my oldest uncle in hospital. He's my mother's eldest brother.I never really talk to my relatives very much because they don't really know how to speak English, and I don't speak Chinese or Hokkien either.Today I saw my uncle in a very different light.Previously, he's that guy who sells Ice Kachang and smokes a lot.Now, I see him as a man who's worked hard to provide for his family

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THINGS TO DO:1. Exchange SGD for Baht2. Check out luggage restrictions/guidelines3. Choose which bags to bring4. Settle travel insurance5. Lighten bowcase load - get rid of all that dead weight!6. Pack homework (yeah, rigght.)7. Buy batteries for camera8. Buy superglue9. Buy Ziplocks10. Cut fingernailsTHINGS TO PACK:1. Camera2. Binoculars3. Leukoplast!4. iPod charger5. Earphone splitter. Don't

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-77069897115934319442010-01-18T21:58:00.000+08:002010-01-19T21:58:48.817+08:00

I'm not good at birthdays. I'm really not good.I'm not like Steph, who can remember everyone's birthday. And I find that I am too lazy to go check regularly.Sometimes I do things for people on their birthdays, and I wonder why, because I never do anything for them.Then again it's not about reciprocity, is it now. If you want me to be happy on my birthday it doesn't mean that I need to first make

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-67034378848975829482010-01-17T12:11:00.001+08:002010-01-26T12:11:39.395+08:00

I must admit. This new skin is a refreshing change from the previous skin. That blue skin was at least 4 years old and though I made attempts to change it over the span of my blog's life they were all unsuccessful.I suppose I changed skin because1. I'm starting on 100words, this is a new beginning of sorts.2. I'm sick of not being able to post tiltles3. I just realised that the old skin didn't

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I put some new shoes onand suddenly everything's rightyeahI put some new shoes onand everyone's smilingit's so inviting oh!Bought Zuriel his birthday present today, and he bought me mine.We actually bought each other the same thing, in different sizes.Yep, you guessed it, new shoes. Plain white slipons from cotton on that truly brings out the quarter-malay in us.Can't wait for him to get a pair

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Early release today; everyone (Steph + Katrina + our new CT) is having surgery on some body part and can't come to school.Today's the culmination of more than a month of planning and scrambling for the archery shirt and jacket. Since I got the idea of a plastic assembly kit this has perpetually been on my mind. It's been a long time and finally my baby is birthed.The stuff is, honestly, not

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Ok guys so here's the plan.Next week I'm escaping to Thailand.No matter that it's for 5 days.No matter that we're staying in a lousy "no star" hotel.No matter that we're not going to win anything at that competition anyway.No matter that we're flying budget airline.No matter that there might be political unrest.No matter that I'll miss 2 or 3 days of school.No matter that I might not sleep

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-40168709244308103032010-01-13T22:47:00.001+08:002010-01-19T21:58:10.968+08:00

I daresay I had a great time today at Open House. I really enjoyed being a befriender. Today I was completely outgoing and not self-conscious at all. Talking to big groups in an informal setting has never been my thing, I never know who to focus my attention on. Today I focused on engaging the ones who were noisier, while still responding to the quieter ones when they said something. I'm

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Everywhere I go, I try to have a song in my heart and a spring in my step. It's an old cliche, but I like it. I think it's something like, you can't have a song in your heart if you're sad, or depressed. And so whenever I have a song in my heart I am not sad, and I am not depressed.Similarly, a spring in my step tells me (and others) that I am having a great day, and that they should join in too.

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-53242583197190133162010-01-11T21:39:00.000+08:002010-01-19T21:39:25.184+08:00

I (not so) recently found out that my grandfather was Malay. This makes my mother half malay, and me and my siblings quarter malay. This I cannot conclusively confirm, but I would very much like it to be true. Malays are so cool.Malays have pretty good fashion sense, on aggregate. That means, discounting the outliers who wear tights instead of pants. Malays have this relaxed chilled out, friendly

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Proscenium is not the worst production I have ever watched. The absolute worst thing I have forced myself to watch was an abstract new age piece called Mercy."(the playwright) develops a meaningful language out of sounds that have no denotative meaning."Yeah that is how bad it actually was. Little or no movement on stage, no sense, no English, no denotative meaning.So yeah. Not the worst play

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I won my first gold medal at AAS today. I didn't really entirely deserve it, though, because there were only 3 guys' teams and by just being there I was guaranteed a piece of heavy plastic to wear around my neck. Out of the 3 teams 2 were from RJ and when we saw our opponents we thought we'd be jostling each other for the silver. Turns out they weren't as incredible as we thought so it's Gold and

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I find myself very behind on updating my 100words. It's supposed to be a daily thing, and I find it incredibly hard to discipline myself to do it daily. The first week was okay because I was relatively much more free and relaxed but now I'm almost an entire week behind on my entries and now I just type this to randomly fill in the spaces that were left unfilled. This is really not the way to do

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Today you showed me that we can still be friends. I'd anticipated many awkward moments, I experienced none. I don't know how you do it. You seem to always know exactly what to do. I was incredibly I think I've told this before; I'm so glad with the way it worked out; everyone is happy, nobody has to avoid anybody. I think over the last couple of weeks I've been gradually learning how to talk to

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This morning I woke up 2 hours late and rushed down to the range in a frenzied panic to arrive 2 hours late for training.Today was the day we shoot 2 qualifying rounds that decide if we're going to compete in Thailand, and coach is, in one word, unpredictable, and simply said "too bad..." when he heard I was late.When I got to the range he said "thou shalt shoot the second round with them." Ah,

Nigelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919024321621640522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26151476.post-25073062862379314512010-01-05T22:46:00.000+08:002010-01-06T17:47:03.331+08:00

Station Games dry run today taught me that I am highly competitive, unscrupulous, and unsportsmanly. Today I was just rotten; trying to find loopholes in the rules, arguing over misinterpretation, distracting opponents.Yes, it's fun to win, and we did win a couple of games, but I think I went too far. Dry run wasn't even a big deal.I guess that's why I like Rugby. The rules leave no room for

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Banner painting today was sluggish and just draggy in general. I got down kind of late after training, and stupidly ate KFC for lunch. Oil + Gassy Drink = Braindead. I must have stayed for at least 5 hours and I feel so unaccomplished right now. Starting on new stuff always requires a certain amount of activation energy. Looking at 50 square meters of blank white cloth is just daunting.Proverbs

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I quite like talking to my juniors.They say advice is a form of nostalgia... True, to some extent, for me. A lot of the stuff I tell my juniors to do is the stuff I never did for myself. I just wish I'd had seniors to tell me the kind of thing I'm tellng my juniors. I wish I'd gotten myself some seniors.And now I wish I'd gotten myself more juniors, because I know so much of what its like and

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Today I bought a shirt! This, to me, is a momentous occasion. I was never very good at buying clothes. I suppose I became fashion-aware at the age of 12 or so, and since then I've never been really good at buying clothing for myself. My mom's not any better. (This I realised at 15, when I became fashion-independent.) I realised that I tend to buy clothes that match all my other clothes and

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Well I've been reading all these deep, reflective blog posts on 2009 and how the year went for everyone. 2009 was the busiest year of my life, and as much as I would love to write me one of those posts, I don't really need to. I'm pretty clear as to how I feel about pretty much everything, and I'm not confused or lost as to my underlying motivations, and I don't suppose I need to stop and look

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THE FLOWER GIRL. Ow, eez ye-ooa san, is e? Wal, fewd dan y' de-ootybawmz a mather should, eed now bettern to spawl a pore gel's flahrznthan ran awy atbaht pyin. Will ye-oo py me f'them? [Here, withapologies, this desperate attempt to represent her dialect without aphonetic alphabet must be abandoned as unintelligible outside London.]

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I think my sleep cycle is kind of messed up. I can't seem to fall asleep any earlier than 3am, which is definitely a problem seeing as school is starting soon. So much is going on, I'll probably have to wake up early every single day.OrientationThanksgiving DinnerNet OutreachWatchnight video stuffArchery spammage (competition coming up soon)T-shirt designAs much as I feel kind of overwhelmed, I'm

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me: mm.have fun skiing!don't die! sydney: hehe yes i will me: :O

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So here I am at almost 6am on a still Saturday morning. I've spent the past 3 hours tossing in bed and it is not fun at all. I've tried all sorts of different sleep positions, tried drinking milk (rich in seretonin!), tried some soothing music, nothing seems to work. Sitting in my old chair, with only the soft glow of the monitor, it's an almost-cliched kind of setting most people would describe

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I hate afternoons.Absolutely hate them.From 1pm all the way till 7pm.I mean, I love mornings. I love walking/running in MacRitchie in the cool morning air. I love making breakfast (ok not really making because it's usually just toast or cereal) with newspapers or a book. I love knowing that I'm awake before everyone else is. Mornings are good times.I love evenings! Sitting at my table clicking

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WHAT WAS YOUR: 1. Last beverage: Water. And before that Milo Ice Blended, but that was last night. 2. Last phone call: James Gan, to arrange his pickup. 3. Last text message: Biquan, regarding a secret mission. 4. Last song you listened to: Beyond, by The Edge Worship Band. 5. Last time you cried: Don't remember! HAVE YOU EVER: 6. Dated someone twice: No, but then again it depends on your

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THINGS I MISS (in no particular order of merit or significance)Singing with Jonathan ShinPlaying soccer with 4LSitting on my sofa to read all day longReading in bedGetting lost in townScrabbleThe Zoo (unfortunately Mrs Toh had to postpone class learning journey)RI canteen foodLate night running to Marsiling and backStarbucks Caramel Hazelnut Ice BlendedFacebook memesOreo Ice Blended with Shaun

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Back from media fast. I shall go and do some pushups.

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I don't know if it's the fact that we always lose in some way, but everytime I go home from a house event of any sort I always feel deeply disappointed. I've never been able to nail it down. My participation in House sporting events is as follows: (to the best of my memory)Sec 1Track&Field - Triple Jump heatsSec 2Track&Field - 100m heatsHouse Carnival - Table TennisSec 3Track&Field - 100m

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Soo basically, my blog died for a week because I don't really care about it enough to take/make time to post anything.Well, following up on the previous post, Archery training's been going pretty well, I would say. We've been having lots of fun, playing frisbee and Scramble, singing The Wheels on the Bus, sharing fruit juice, running on Meyappa Chettiar Road (which is actually not so fun),

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Archery training resumes Tuesday!

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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.

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4 Questions3 Hours2 Papers1 HandI can just imagine the gold lettering.THIS IS TO CERTIFY THAT MR/MS. Nigel Chua Jia En HAS SURVIVED H2 HISTORY PROMOTIONAL EXAM5th October 2009

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Courage, Lads!

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Have you ever been faced with a situation so seemingly impossible that, thinking about it, you just can't bring yourself do anything but sit there and wait for it to hit you?It's like sitting on the beach watching the tide come in, it's lapping at your toes, your feet, your shins, your knees, your thighs, your waist, and then it hits.It's called facing the inevitability.

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We're goin downAnd you can see it tooWe're goin downAnd you know that we're doomedMy dearWe're slow dancing in a burnin room- John Mayer

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In the darkest of nights, the brightest lights shine on.

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