'why don't you tell me?'
something about the composition of my family is getting at me. i'm hoping it's only for tonight...
it was simply nothing, but i felt so rejected.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
'i could have exploded'.
band practices! aha. they was marvellously fun. i mean, i was tired but they were enjoyable. attended the alumni pracs too. ha, beautiful songs. and main band prac was equally fun.
weishan, darling, take care okay! (: love love love.
you can't do that to someone. you can't shove all these shocking news into my face and then pretend that i'm supposed to be fine! i could have died, and it would have been your... what? you're not to blame? you're saying that i am weak and that what you did was not at all wrong. is that right? well, i tell you you're speaking bullshit. don't you walk away!... the next time, please, at least hand this to me slowly. don't shove it all down my throat. i almost exploded from all the anxiety.
yeah yeah, i'll see you around then. please spare me the next time okay? yes, that will be fine. goodbye.
band practices! aha. they was marvellously fun. i mean, i was tired but they were enjoyable. attended the alumni pracs too. ha, beautiful songs. and main band prac was equally fun.
weishan, darling, take care okay! (: love love love.
you can't do that to someone. you can't shove all these shocking news into my face and then pretend that i'm supposed to be fine! i could have died, and it would have been your... what? you're not to blame? you're saying that i am weak and that what you did was not at all wrong. is that right? well, i tell you you're speaking bullshit. don't you walk away!... the next time, please, at least hand this to me slowly. don't shove it all down my throat. i almost exploded from all the anxiety.
yeah yeah, i'll see you around then. please spare me the next time okay? yes, that will be fine. goodbye.
Friday, October 26, 2007
'dang, i'm gonna miss everyone'.
went out with Soma, Jerald, Harris, Bryan, Abraham, Ryofred, Jefferson and Eugene today.
actually, i met Soma in school. then joined Harris, Abraham, Ryofred and Bryan at Braddell Hill. played a little tennis and all. then the rest joined us for lan games. battlefield2 actually. (: had loads of fun. but i'm in great debts. and the people who loaned me the money, just won't leave me alone...
oh. and yeah, Soma's leaving for NJC and i'm gonna miss him. all his crappy shit, and his 'minjun you're such an evil bitch' crap. aha. NJC, you guys are so bloody lucky. you'll realize in time. all the best in everything you do, soma!
oh. and i wanted to put this up. so, here goes:
i love love love love. loads.
went out with Soma, Jerald, Harris, Bryan, Abraham, Ryofred, Jefferson and Eugene today.
actually, i met Soma in school. then joined Harris, Abraham, Ryofred and Bryan at Braddell Hill. played a little tennis and all. then the rest joined us for lan games. battlefield2 actually. (: had loads of fun. but i'm in great debts. and the people who loaned me the money, just won't leave me alone...
oh. and yeah, Soma's leaving for NJC and i'm gonna miss him. all his crappy shit, and his 'minjun you're such an evil bitch' crap. aha. NJC, you guys are so bloody lucky. you'll realize in time. all the best in everything you do, soma!
oh. and i wanted to put this up. so, here goes:
i love love love love. loads.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
'goodbye 2/3'.
today's, officially, the last day of school. and, therefore, the last time we'll be together. i'm gonna miss everyone so bad. nothing's ever gonna be the same again. we're never gonna have so much fun together again. we're never gonna have the same fun (noisy) lessons in which the teachers may laugh along or cry over.
i don't know how to put what i feel into words but i'm genuinely thankful for everything we've gone through together. and to all those that have been there for me all this while, Naomie, Steph, Erica, Pao and Carmina, thank you so so so much. wouldn't know what to do with you guys. (:
and to all the teachers, even if you all will read this or not - thank you so much. for being able through each and every lessons with us. pushing us on when we need your support and all the times you all have patiently prep-talked us into 'changing for the better'. everything you all have done is greatly appreciated.
and to miss lee, thank you for being our form teacher for all these days. many of us are truly touched by your love and effort that you have dedicated to us. so, once again - thank you so much.
oh well, whatever it is, together or apart - the 2/3 spirit will always stay within us all.
This I Swear by Nick Lachey:
You're there by my side
In every way
I know that you will not forsake me
I give you my life
I would not think twice
Your love is all I need, believe me
I may not say it
Quite as much as I should
But when I say, I love you
Darling, that means for good
So open up your heart and let me in
And I will love you, until forever
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So, take my hand
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
This I swear
I’m wondering how I ever get by
Without you in my life to guide me
Wherever I go, one thing that’s true
Is everything I do
I do it for you
I may not say it
Half as much as I should
But when I say, I love you
Darling, that means for good
So open up you heart and let me in
And I will love you, until forever
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So, take my hand
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
This I swear
So whenever you get weary
Just reach out for me
I'll never let you down, my love
And I will love you, until forever
(Until death do us part)
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So take my hand
(So take my hand)
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
Oh, we'll get there
And this I swear
And I will love you, until forever
(Until death do us part)
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So take my hand
(So take my hand)
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
Oh, we'll get there
And this I swear
today's, officially, the last day of school. and, therefore, the last time we'll be together. i'm gonna miss everyone so bad. nothing's ever gonna be the same again. we're never gonna have so much fun together again. we're never gonna have the same fun (noisy) lessons in which the teachers may laugh along or cry over.
i don't know how to put what i feel into words but i'm genuinely thankful for everything we've gone through together. and to all those that have been there for me all this while, Naomie, Steph, Erica, Pao and Carmina, thank you so so so much. wouldn't know what to do with you guys. (:
and to all the teachers, even if you all will read this or not - thank you so much. for being able through each and every lessons with us. pushing us on when we need your support and all the times you all have patiently prep-talked us into 'changing for the better'. everything you all have done is greatly appreciated.
and to miss lee, thank you for being our form teacher for all these days. many of us are truly touched by your love and effort that you have dedicated to us. so, once again - thank you so much.
oh well, whatever it is, together or apart - the 2/3 spirit will always stay within us all.
This I Swear by Nick Lachey:
You're there by my side
In every way
I know that you will not forsake me
I give you my life
I would not think twice
Your love is all I need, believe me
I may not say it
Quite as much as I should
But when I say, I love you
Darling, that means for good
So open up your heart and let me in
And I will love you, until forever
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So, take my hand
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
This I swear
I’m wondering how I ever get by
Without you in my life to guide me
Wherever I go, one thing that’s true
Is everything I do
I do it for you
I may not say it
Half as much as I should
But when I say, I love you
Darling, that means for good
So open up you heart and let me in
And I will love you, until forever
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So, take my hand
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
This I swear
So whenever you get weary
Just reach out for me
I'll never let you down, my love
And I will love you, until forever
(Until death do us part)
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So take my hand
(So take my hand)
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
Oh, we'll get there
And this I swear
And I will love you, until forever
(Until death do us part)
Until death do us part
We'll be together
So take my hand
(So take my hand)
And hold on tight
And we'll get there
Oh, we'll get there
And this I swear
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
'my hair is slightly wet'.
because i just showered and my hair is wet, therefore i can't sleep, i decided to look up poems. Elizabeth Bishop is still my favourite poet, up till date.
Insomnia
The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well
into that world inverted
where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.
Elizabeth Bishop
beautiful? indeed.
because i just showered and my hair is wet, therefore i can't sleep, i decided to look up poems. Elizabeth Bishop is still my favourite poet, up till date.
Insomnia
The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well
into that world inverted
where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.
Elizabeth Bishop
beautiful? indeed.
Monday, October 22, 2007
'no, no. i'm not late, really'.
no, mister, i can swear. i'm not late. i arrived here precisely on time, if not an hour before. what? you didn't see me? well, you never do actually... i feel this is rather unfair. i'm not late and i have never been late, not when it comes to this. i'm always punctual for events such as this. i'm always here, right on time.
no, no! you can't do this, you can't do this to me. it's not my fault you haven't seen me standing here for the past few hours. all you've been doing is attending to this other people, who had arrived far later than me... unreasonable. had you seen me, and bothered with my presence, you would have noticed i was here a long time ago. i've been here so long that i lost track of time. and yet you never seem to notice me.
won't happen. no, absolutely not. this is absurd. i am definitely not leaving, not moving an inch, thank you. i've been here for so long. no matter what you say, i'm staying. because i want to and because i've been here for so long, i see no difference in leaving. why am i being difficult? mister, i am not. if anyone to blame, it's you. you've failed to notice me despite me waving my hands in the air frantically, trying to catch your attention.
i'm staying put. it's not because i'm being difficult but i feel that this is my place, this is where i should be. i came here early, for one. and i'm not going till my job's done, or at least not till i feel that it's done. no, don't mind me at all. i'll be sitting right here, under this tree. tell me when you finally have the time.
goodbye then. oh, yes, mister. don't worry, i like staying here. it's been a long time since i've been sat down here, watching you carry out all your business. i dare say that you're good at your job. and i do enjoy admiring you do it so well. oh, do get on with your job then. i'll just wait here. of course, also because i want to.
no, mister, i can swear. i'm not late. i arrived here precisely on time, if not an hour before. what? you didn't see me? well, you never do actually... i feel this is rather unfair. i'm not late and i have never been late, not when it comes to this. i'm always punctual for events such as this. i'm always here, right on time.
no, no! you can't do this, you can't do this to me. it's not my fault you haven't seen me standing here for the past few hours. all you've been doing is attending to this other people, who had arrived far later than me... unreasonable. had you seen me, and bothered with my presence, you would have noticed i was here a long time ago. i've been here so long that i lost track of time. and yet you never seem to notice me.
won't happen. no, absolutely not. this is absurd. i am definitely not leaving, not moving an inch, thank you. i've been here for so long. no matter what you say, i'm staying. because i want to and because i've been here for so long, i see no difference in leaving. why am i being difficult? mister, i am not. if anyone to blame, it's you. you've failed to notice me despite me waving my hands in the air frantically, trying to catch your attention.
i'm staying put. it's not because i'm being difficult but i feel that this is my place, this is where i should be. i came here early, for one. and i'm not going till my job's done, or at least not till i feel that it's done. no, don't mind me at all. i'll be sitting right here, under this tree. tell me when you finally have the time.
goodbye then. oh, yes, mister. don't worry, i like staying here. it's been a long time since i've been sat down here, watching you carry out all your business. i dare say that you're good at your job. and i do enjoy admiring you do it so well. oh, do get on with your job then. i'll just wait here. of course, also because i want to.
'this can't be right... it simply isn't'.
we all got back our papers today, and i'll say that i didn't do too well. and well, a little disappointed, but i can't do anything anymore. so i'll just concentrate on choosing the right stream for next year.
yesterday when i went jogging, i brought my mp3 along. after jogging through shunfu estate and making around through sin ming terraces, i turned back, terribly exhausted. so after a while, i begin to slow down into a brisk walk... only then did i hear a song play on my mp3. something about it sparked something off in me.
i begin to sprint. i must have been running really fast, because, well, people were giving me weird stares. either that or it might have been because of the smile on my face. well, the song was beautiful. and it made me feel happy. really happy.
it made me feel so light, again. like i could almost fly, the way i had felt before. the happiness one only enjoys for only this few times in their entire life. that bit of freedom and pure joy that not many might understand. that feeling that sends a wonderful sensation throughout your body, your soul. as if, your every nerve is dancing in joy.
when the song reminded me of all that, a part of me just wanted to run, so fast, hoping that if i did run fast enough, perhaps it'll all come back to me for good. perhaps, i'll get to be granted a chance to live those feelings of pure bliss over, again.
of course, i stopped, after a while... but still, something about the song made me thankful. for everything i've been given. and though it's not still with me, i guess the memories would do enough.
here's it for you. wonderful song. enjoy.
Just For You by William Tell:
I can't seem to catch my breath
It's in front of me, behind your lips
Here I go, letting go
Just to never let you go
I never thought I could be like this
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You showed me a place I've seen but never knew
So here I am, here I am, here I am, here I am
Just for you
Just for you
In dark moving hands to find my way (way, way, way)
Reaching for a chance
And the words to say
And here I go, letting go
Just to never let you go
I'm so scared to feel so safe
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You showed me a place I've seen but never knew
So here I am, here I am, here I am, here I am
Just for you
I've been so quiet for so long
Waiting for the chance to find me
And now I'm finding out
And things have never been so real
And never felt the way they should be
And now they found me
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You've showed me a place I've seen but never knew
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You've showed me a place I've seen but never knew
So here I am, here I am, here I am, here I am
Just for you
Just for you
we all got back our papers today, and i'll say that i didn't do too well. and well, a little disappointed, but i can't do anything anymore. so i'll just concentrate on choosing the right stream for next year.
yesterday when i went jogging, i brought my mp3 along. after jogging through shunfu estate and making around through sin ming terraces, i turned back, terribly exhausted. so after a while, i begin to slow down into a brisk walk... only then did i hear a song play on my mp3. something about it sparked something off in me.
i begin to sprint. i must have been running really fast, because, well, people were giving me weird stares. either that or it might have been because of the smile on my face. well, the song was beautiful. and it made me feel happy. really happy.
it made me feel so light, again. like i could almost fly, the way i had felt before. the happiness one only enjoys for only this few times in their entire life. that bit of freedom and pure joy that not many might understand. that feeling that sends a wonderful sensation throughout your body, your soul. as if, your every nerve is dancing in joy.
when the song reminded me of all that, a part of me just wanted to run, so fast, hoping that if i did run fast enough, perhaps it'll all come back to me for good. perhaps, i'll get to be granted a chance to live those feelings of pure bliss over, again.
of course, i stopped, after a while... but still, something about the song made me thankful. for everything i've been given. and though it's not still with me, i guess the memories would do enough.
here's it for you. wonderful song. enjoy.
Just For You by William Tell:
I can't seem to catch my breath
It's in front of me, behind your lips
Here I go, letting go
Just to never let you go
I never thought I could be like this
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You showed me a place I've seen but never knew
So here I am, here I am, here I am, here I am
Just for you
Just for you
In dark moving hands to find my way (way, way, way)
Reaching for a chance
And the words to say
And here I go, letting go
Just to never let you go
I'm so scared to feel so safe
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You showed me a place I've seen but never knew
So here I am, here I am, here I am, here I am
Just for you
I've been so quiet for so long
Waiting for the chance to find me
And now I'm finding out
And things have never been so real
And never felt the way they should be
And now they found me
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You've showed me a place I've seen but never knew
I wanna spend every moment here with you
You've showed me a place I've seen but never knew
So here I am, here I am, here I am, here I am
Just for you
Just for you
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
'that explains everything now'.
i feel so sick. woke up with a heavy head, could barely get up so i fell back right into deep sleep. when i woke up, my head stil hurt but i got up to have breakfast anyway. and now, i feel awfully nauseous and wanting to puke. i think i caught a flu.
right. so that's why? because you've been too busy. right right, i see that now. and i guess that would also explain all the weird disgusting things i've been witnessing. and the nicknames and the sick sick describtions. i don't see what you see in her. and i doubt i ever will.
i feel so sick. woke up with a heavy head, could barely get up so i fell back right into deep sleep. when i woke up, my head stil hurt but i got up to have breakfast anyway. and now, i feel awfully nauseous and wanting to puke. i think i caught a flu.
right. so that's why? because you've been too busy. right right, i see that now. and i guess that would also explain all the weird disgusting things i've been witnessing. and the nicknames and the sick sick describtions. i don't see what you see in her. and i doubt i ever will.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
'if you could choose, perhaps...'
would you really prefer living in a world of your own, all your life? a world where everything came true and everything you wished for would turn real in an instant, and everything around you was made up just to your preferences. and yet, also knowing that everything around you wasn't exactly real and never getting a taste of the real world, or reality. never getting to know what living really is like.
or would you rather prefer living in a life where everything around you was so real, too real? where you'd have to face failure or disappointments everyday. a life like we're all living in now. where you just wish that you could just, for once, have your wishes come true. in a world where things you wish only come true when you lay your head down on a pillow a fall into a deep soundless sleep. but would have to face the reality of losing sooner or later.
which would you prefer? living in paradise, a lie or living in hell, having to face shit everyday, reality?
i've been thinking about it and i couldn't come up with an answer for myself. they both sound beautiful and yet so threatening. the idea of the first situation's so unreal, but yet so tempting, so attractive. something so wonderful and amazing, something that we can't help but wish for at times, but yet so threatening and scary at the same time.
the other is something we face everyday. day in, day out. something we whine over, something we dread. something we so often wish to be different. but yet, if it were different, would it really be all that great?
would you really prefer living in a world of your own, all your life? a world where everything came true and everything you wished for would turn real in an instant, and everything around you was made up just to your preferences. and yet, also knowing that everything around you wasn't exactly real and never getting a taste of the real world, or reality. never getting to know what living really is like.
or would you rather prefer living in a life where everything around you was so real, too real? where you'd have to face failure or disappointments everyday. a life like we're all living in now. where you just wish that you could just, for once, have your wishes come true. in a world where things you wish only come true when you lay your head down on a pillow a fall into a deep soundless sleep. but would have to face the reality of losing sooner or later.
which would you prefer? living in paradise, a lie or living in hell, having to face shit everyday, reality?
i've been thinking about it and i couldn't come up with an answer for myself. they both sound beautiful and yet so threatening. the idea of the first situation's so unreal, but yet so tempting, so attractive. something so wonderful and amazing, something that we can't help but wish for at times, but yet so threatening and scary at the same time.
the other is something we face everyday. day in, day out. something we whine over, something we dread. something we so often wish to be different. but yet, if it were different, would it really be all that great?
'where i you now? mind if i join?'
just ended chinese tuition. whcih started once i came back from Erica's house.
quotes, quotes!
"We all lose friends.. we lose them in death, to distance and over time. But even though they may be lost, hope is not. The key is to keep them in your heart, and when the time is right, you can pick up the friendship right where you left off. Even the lost find their way home when you leave the light on." -Amy Marie Walz
"I loved my friend
He went away from me
There's nothing more to say
The poem ends soft as it began -
I loved my friend."
-Langston Hughes
just ended chinese tuition. whcih started once i came back from Erica's house.
quotes, quotes!
"We all lose friends.. we lose them in death, to distance and over time. But even though they may be lost, hope is not. The key is to keep them in your heart, and when the time is right, you can pick up the friendship right where you left off. Even the lost find their way home when you leave the light on." -Amy Marie Walz
"I loved my friend
He went away from me
There's nothing more to say
The poem ends soft as it began -
I loved my friend."
-Langston Hughes
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
'quotes, quotes, quotes'.
"Jealousy is all the fun you think they had." -Erica Jong
"A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose." -Rob Cella
i need to sleep soon. i'm tired. but i don't wanna dream...
"Jealousy is all the fun you think they had." -Erica Jong
"A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose." -Rob Cella
i need to sleep soon. i'm tired. but i don't wanna dream...
'i was hoping...'
i woke up feeling horrid. if sleeping could remain dreamless, i would enjoy that... but mine don't, really. i just hate dreaming, therefore dislike sleeping. it kills me everytime i wake, it kills me to realize i'm only but dreaming. and that all i can do is to pray and hope it, my dreams, would one day come through...
so, i went out with Naomi, Steph and Carmina. walked from bugis to aliwal street. ate wonderful nasi padang, then went over to the costume shop to purchase Carmina's elves' ears. Carmina left after that. and we went to watch Nanny's Diaries.
sweet show, not bad... isn't fantastic, but good, anyhow.
who are you, stranger? what's your name, now? i don't know you.
i woke up feeling horrid. if sleeping could remain dreamless, i would enjoy that... but mine don't, really. i just hate dreaming, therefore dislike sleeping. it kills me everytime i wake, it kills me to realize i'm only but dreaming. and that all i can do is to pray and hope it, my dreams, would one day come through...
so, i went out with Naomi, Steph and Carmina. walked from bugis to aliwal street. ate wonderful nasi padang, then went over to the costume shop to purchase Carmina's elves' ears. Carmina left after that. and we went to watch Nanny's Diaries.
sweet show, not bad... isn't fantastic, but good, anyhow.
who are you, stranger? what's your name, now? i don't know you.
Monday, October 15, 2007
'good luck, my friend'.
i'm feeling so on top of the world, for reasons i will not state. but they are really silly... and the more time passes, the more i begin to realise how unrealistic my dreams have been. ahaha. oh well, no harm done though... right?
i guess i'm going to have to keep it a secret for as long as i can, hoping no one would know.
do you see how i feel? do you see why? because it's killin' me so badly and i wanna tell you so, but i can't, and i won't. because i shouldn't.
i'm feeling so on top of the world, for reasons i will not state. but they are really silly... and the more time passes, the more i begin to realise how unrealistic my dreams have been. ahaha. oh well, no harm done though... right?
i guess i'm going to have to keep it a secret for as long as i can, hoping no one would know.
do you see how i feel? do you see why? because it's killin' me so badly and i wanna tell you so, but i can't, and i won't. because i shouldn't.
'zoooooo!'
went to the Singapore Zoological Gardens with Erica, Carm, Steph, Pao, Joel and Kenneth! we has so much fun! we walked and saw every animal... of we fed the kangaroos! and the were really really adorable. they didn't run away, for once... oh, and excuse the sweaty, tired me. i looked horrid in all photos.
here we go! photos!
us! Steph, Carmina, Erica, Pao and Me! i think the seal statue's cute.
our cameramen! Joel and Kenneth of course. ahahaha.
Otter! so so so adorable!
white tigers! they're grooming each other and they're still so elegant...
Jackels! acting cute.
baboon baby! it's eating! and it looks so so so adorable. kinda reminds me of that monkey in the Tarzen animation!
tribal statues! i look as weird as them. wheeee.
ring-tailed lemurs! i think the baby was so cute. steph kept whining about how she wanted to pluck it off the mummy's back.
llamas. sigh, we spent so much time here. erica and her obsession...
here we go, again...
zebra! love their stripes.
lion! stoning and looking all gloomy and boring...
oh, giraffes! they were so huge! but so cute!
another one.
we fed the kangaroos!
i look funny but see see! we did feed them indeed. and they didn't hop away.
took so long just to upload and resize all these... sigh. i'm tired.
went to the Singapore Zoological Gardens with Erica, Carm, Steph, Pao, Joel and Kenneth! we has so much fun! we walked and saw every animal... of we fed the kangaroos! and the were really really adorable. they didn't run away, for once... oh, and excuse the sweaty, tired me. i looked horrid in all photos.
here we go! photos!
us! Steph, Carmina, Erica, Pao and Me! i think the seal statue's cute.
our cameramen! Joel and Kenneth of course. ahahaha.
Otter! so so so adorable!
white tigers! they're grooming each other and they're still so elegant...
Jackels! acting cute.
baboon baby! it's eating! and it looks so so so adorable. kinda reminds me of that monkey in the Tarzen animation!
tribal statues! i look as weird as them. wheeee.
ring-tailed lemurs! i think the baby was so cute. steph kept whining about how she wanted to pluck it off the mummy's back.
llamas. sigh, we spent so much time here. erica and her obsession...
here we go, again...
zebra! love their stripes.
lion! stoning and looking all gloomy and boring...
oh, giraffes! they were so huge! but so cute!
another one.
we fed the kangaroos!
i look funny but see see! we did feed them indeed. and they didn't hop away.
took so long just to upload and resize all these... sigh. i'm tired.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
'400th post'.
call it realization - i've just figured out how wrong i've been. how wrong my accusations have been. how absurd i've been in my judgement.
i've just watched someone go through the difficulty of making the same decision you probably had to go through too. and i guess, the exact same thoughts that went through his head went through your's. and seeing how much agony he went through just to sort his messed up feeling, i feel so sorry for all the times that i've blame you.
i guess sikai couldn't be ever more right when he said that every party involved in a situation is definitely affected by a decision, in one way or another.
i don't know how to put this but... it's almost like i've finally gotten a look at the other side. the grass ain't any more green. if anything, it's the same color. when there's a drought, both sides of grass turn brown and wither and die. there's no way that something will only affect one side and not the other.
call it slow, but it's better late than never.
am i right, now?
call it realization - i've just figured out how wrong i've been. how wrong my accusations have been. how absurd i've been in my judgement.
i've just watched someone go through the difficulty of making the same decision you probably had to go through too. and i guess, the exact same thoughts that went through his head went through your's. and seeing how much agony he went through just to sort his messed up feeling, i feel so sorry for all the times that i've blame you.
i guess sikai couldn't be ever more right when he said that every party involved in a situation is definitely affected by a decision, in one way or another.
i don't know how to put this but... it's almost like i've finally gotten a look at the other side. the grass ain't any more green. if anything, it's the same color. when there's a drought, both sides of grass turn brown and wither and die. there's no way that something will only affect one side and not the other.
call it slow, but it's better late than never.
am i right, now?
Saturday, October 13, 2007
'it only hurts when i'm breathing'.
good for you then, congratulations.
It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing by Shania Twain:
Hope life's been good to you
since you've been gone
I'm doin' fine now--I've finally moved on
It's not so bad--I'm not that sad
I'm not surprised just how well I survived
I'm over the worst, and I feel so alive
I can't complain--I'm free again
[Chorus:]
And it only hurts when I'm breathing
My heart only breaks when it's beating
My dreams only die when I'm dreaming
So, I hold my breath--to forget
Don't think I'm lyin' 'round cryin' at night
There's no need to worry, I'm really all right
I've never looked back--as a matter of fact
[Repeat Chorus]
It only hurts when I breathe
Mmm, no, I've never looked back--as a matter fact
[Repeat Chorus]
Hurts when I'm breathing
Breaks when it's beating
Die when I'm dreaming
It only hurts when I breathe
no, i don't need to hope. i know life has been good, to you.
good for you then, congratulations.
It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing by Shania Twain:
Hope life's been good to you
since you've been gone
I'm doin' fine now--I've finally moved on
It's not so bad--I'm not that sad
I'm not surprised just how well I survived
I'm over the worst, and I feel so alive
I can't complain--I'm free again
[Chorus:]
And it only hurts when I'm breathing
My heart only breaks when it's beating
My dreams only die when I'm dreaming
So, I hold my breath--to forget
Don't think I'm lyin' 'round cryin' at night
There's no need to worry, I'm really all right
I've never looked back--as a matter of fact
[Repeat Chorus]
It only hurts when I breathe
Mmm, no, I've never looked back--as a matter fact
[Repeat Chorus]
Hurts when I'm breathing
Breaks when it's beating
Die when I'm dreaming
It only hurts when I breathe
no, i don't need to hope. i know life has been good, to you.
'black shirt and humidity don't go'.
met a few nice singaporeans that are from Deyi and Compassvale, and in band just now, on gunbound. the world is so so small, too small. it's worrying...
played minesweeper after that. with steph! aha. we played a really good game. and because i forgot to take a picture of it, steph helped. check out the score!:
going off to sleep soon. it's too warm to stay up.
met a few nice singaporeans that are from Deyi and Compassvale, and in band just now, on gunbound. the world is so so small, too small. it's worrying...
played minesweeper after that. with steph! aha. we played a really good game. and because i forgot to take a picture of it, steph helped. check out the score!:
going off to sleep soon. it's too warm to stay up.
Friday, October 12, 2007
'like a blade, the pain'.
i'm tired, and i think i'll be sleeping so. sleeping a dreamless sleep i hope. dreaming just annoys me, especially when it's something unpleasant.
who are you?
why do you make me this way?
what are you to cause this?
where did you run to?
who really cared?
why did you have to?
what are you going to do?
where are you going to throw it all away?
who is going to help you, anyway?
why are you going to do that?
i'm tired, and i think i'll be sleeping so. sleeping a dreamless sleep i hope. dreaming just annoys me, especially when it's something unpleasant.
who are you?
why do you make me this way?
what are you to cause this?
where did you run to?
who really cared?
why did you have to?
what are you going to do?
where are you going to throw it all away?
who is going to help you, anyway?
why are you going to do that?
Thursday, October 11, 2007
'why can't i breathe whenever i think about you?'
ha, Why Can't I? is playin' on my iTunes now. can't help but let it ring in my head. it's so catchy...
went out today with Carmina, Steph, Pao and Erica. ha, was supposed to ice skate but decided not to. and we didn't do much actually. ate Yoshinoya, shopped, walked around. went to galleries! and watched Mr. Woodcock. ahaha. amusing show. should watch it.
oh yeah, bought a blue tank top. like it. and, hm, i think i'll bring a camera on tuesday. i'll let myself be preoccupied with taking photos than running around like an imbecile.
ha. i have no idea why. but i guess the reason's really pointless. because what you think isn't true. i'm not sure why that happened, still. but it just ain't true, anyhow. and i know what you're thinking... so get that thought out of your head, and grow up. ain't gonna happen. at least not now.
ha, Why Can't I? is playin' on my iTunes now. can't help but let it ring in my head. it's so catchy...
went out today with Carmina, Steph, Pao and Erica. ha, was supposed to ice skate but decided not to. and we didn't do much actually. ate Yoshinoya, shopped, walked around. went to galleries! and watched Mr. Woodcock. ahaha. amusing show. should watch it.
oh yeah, bought a blue tank top. like it. and, hm, i think i'll bring a camera on tuesday. i'll let myself be preoccupied with taking photos than running around like an imbecile.
ha. i have no idea why. but i guess the reason's really pointless. because what you think isn't true. i'm not sure why that happened, still. but it just ain't true, anyhow. and i know what you're thinking... so get that thought out of your head, and grow up. ain't gonna happen. at least not now.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
'no no no, i didn't mean to appear that way'.
i'm bored.
1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?
a long gone friend perhaps.
2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
yes. of course.
3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed again, would you?
perhaps.
4. Do you take compliments well?
no, not really.
5. Do you play Sudoku?
not all that often.
6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness would you survive?
probably not.
7. If your house were on fire, what would be the first thing you would save?
my sister. wait, thing?... my handphone. for emergency purposes of course.
8. Who was the last person you slept in the bed with?
my sister, she squeezed next to me and grabbed my hand while whining about seeing... things.
9. Who do you text the most?
yantze.
10. Favorite childrens book?
pinochio
11. Eye color?
dark brown. technically, no one's eye colour can be black. you'll look like you've just walked out of a horror film.
12. How tall are you?
155.5m
13. If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?
do, what?... there are a lot of things i'd want to take back though, yes.
15. When was the last time you were at Botanic Garden?
5 months back. the have nice food there.
16. Favorite ex..?
i don't have a variety of choices here.
17. Where was the furthest place you traveled?
Australia i would think.
18. Do you like mustard?
yup.
19. Do you prefer to sleep or play?
it depends. i'd choose dreamless sleep over play. only if it were a dreamless sleep.
21. Do you miss anyone?
yeah. i believe that everyone should, even if it meant missing someone slightly.
22. Can you do splits?
ouch. no, not at all.
23. What movie do you want to see right now?
i want to watch Love Actually, but my dvd is still with Michelle Chua, unfortunately.
24. What did you do for New Years Eve?
got myself drunk and feeling like shit.
25. Do you think The Grudge was crappy?
looks crappy enough.
26. Do you own a camera phone?
nope.
27. Are you a cheerleader?
no, and i don't dream to be one either.
28. Whats the last letter of your middle name?
n
29. Are you hispanic?
what...?
31. Do you like care bears?
no, they're gay.
32. What do you buy at the Movies?
nachos combo, definitely. perhaps Ben and Jerry's and of course my tickets.
33. Do you know how to play poker?
yeah
34. Do you wear your seatbelt?
it depends if i'm sitting in the family car or not. if i'm not, then i would. wouldn't want the driver i probably wouldn't know well to get fined.
35. What do you wear to sleep?
baggy shirt, shorts?
36. Anything big ever happen in your CITY?
i suppose...
37. Is your hair straight or curly?
straight
38. Is your tongue pierced?
nope
39. Do you like Liver and Onions?
sounds like a horrid combination to me.
40. Do you like funny or serious people better?
depends on my mood. and the extend of their humour and seriousness.
41. Ever been to L.A.?
no, never would.
42. Who is on your mind right now?
'why am i doing this, again?... oh right, i'm bored... mumzilla's screaming. dangit.'
43. Any plans for tonight?
well, one thing i know is that i'm gonna sleep. aren't ya?
44. Whats your fav. song at the moment?
perhaps a few - Why Can't I by Liz Phair, Stuck by Stacie Orrico, How Can I Not Love You by Joy Enriquez
45. Do you hate chocolate?
definitely not.
46. What do you and your parents fight about the most?
everything, perhaps. no really my parents that i quarrel with though... mostly, my mum?
47. Are you a gullible person?
don't think so.
48. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
i wouldn't think so.
49. If you could have any job what would it be?
ha. don't want one.
50. Are you easy to get along with?
don't think so...
51. What is your favorite time of day?
2222 hours.
52. Are you generally a happy person?
nope, i wouldn't think so, once again.
i'm bored.
1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?
a long gone friend perhaps.
2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
yes. of course.
3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed again, would you?
perhaps.
4. Do you take compliments well?
no, not really.
5. Do you play Sudoku?
not all that often.
6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness would you survive?
probably not.
7. If your house were on fire, what would be the first thing you would save?
my sister. wait, thing?... my handphone. for emergency purposes of course.
8. Who was the last person you slept in the bed with?
my sister, she squeezed next to me and grabbed my hand while whining about seeing... things.
9. Who do you text the most?
yantze.
10. Favorite childrens book?
pinochio
11. Eye color?
dark brown. technically, no one's eye colour can be black. you'll look like you've just walked out of a horror film.
12. How tall are you?
155.5m
13. If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?
do, what?... there are a lot of things i'd want to take back though, yes.
15. When was the last time you were at Botanic Garden?
5 months back. the have nice food there.
16. Favorite ex..?
i don't have a variety of choices here.
17. Where was the furthest place you traveled?
Australia i would think.
18. Do you like mustard?
yup.
19. Do you prefer to sleep or play?
it depends. i'd choose dreamless sleep over play. only if it were a dreamless sleep.
21. Do you miss anyone?
yeah. i believe that everyone should, even if it meant missing someone slightly.
22. Can you do splits?
ouch. no, not at all.
23. What movie do you want to see right now?
i want to watch Love Actually, but my dvd is still with Michelle Chua, unfortunately.
24. What did you do for New Years Eve?
got myself drunk and feeling like shit.
25. Do you think The Grudge was crappy?
looks crappy enough.
26. Do you own a camera phone?
nope.
27. Are you a cheerleader?
no, and i don't dream to be one either.
28. Whats the last letter of your middle name?
n
29. Are you hispanic?
what...?
31. Do you like care bears?
no, they're gay.
32. What do you buy at the Movies?
nachos combo, definitely. perhaps Ben and Jerry's and of course my tickets.
33. Do you know how to play poker?
yeah
34. Do you wear your seatbelt?
it depends if i'm sitting in the family car or not. if i'm not, then i would. wouldn't want the driver i probably wouldn't know well to get fined.
35. What do you wear to sleep?
baggy shirt, shorts?
36. Anything big ever happen in your CITY?
i suppose...
37. Is your hair straight or curly?
straight
38. Is your tongue pierced?
nope
39. Do you like Liver and Onions?
sounds like a horrid combination to me.
40. Do you like funny or serious people better?
depends on my mood. and the extend of their humour and seriousness.
41. Ever been to L.A.?
no, never would.
42. Who is on your mind right now?
'why am i doing this, again?... oh right, i'm bored... mumzilla's screaming. dangit.'
43. Any plans for tonight?
well, one thing i know is that i'm gonna sleep. aren't ya?
44. Whats your fav. song at the moment?
perhaps a few - Why Can't I by Liz Phair, Stuck by Stacie Orrico, How Can I Not Love You by Joy Enriquez
45. Do you hate chocolate?
definitely not.
46. What do you and your parents fight about the most?
everything, perhaps. no really my parents that i quarrel with though... mostly, my mum?
47. Are you a gullible person?
don't think so.
48. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
i wouldn't think so.
49. If you could have any job what would it be?
ha. don't want one.
50. Are you easy to get along with?
don't think so...
51. What is your favorite time of day?
2222 hours.
52. Are you generally a happy person?
nope, i wouldn't think so, once again.
'they've asked why'.
had Erica, Carmina, Naomi, Pao and Steph over just now. ahaha. gosh, they were so noisy. they almost brought the house down. but we had fun... didn't we? oh well, love them anyhow.
she was in luck. very much so. she was lucky, and i just wish and pray so hard that i could rewind time and replace her. to have that few moments, all to myself. to absorb everything around me and treasure it for life. to see the person i've not known for such a long time. to see the one person who i'd like to get to know again, to speak to once again. it's been a long time, a really long time. too long.
well, i know i wouldn't dare go up and say hi. i've done so much to let that one person down. but i'd just like that one glance, that one moment. to know that he is fine and happy. and to know that he is well and loved, by all around him.
give me that once.
Stuck by Stacie Orrico:
I can't get out of bed today or get you off my mind
I just can't seem to find a way to leave the love behind
I ain't trippin', I'm just missin' you
You know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean
You kept me hanging on a string, why you make me cry?
I tried to give you everything, but you just gave me lies
I ain't trippin', I'm just missin' you
You know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'd be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back, but you never do
I feel like such a fool, there's nothing I can do
I'm such a fool for you
[Chorus]
And I can't take it what am I waiting for?
My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before,
I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you
It's true I'm stuck on you
Now love's a broken record that's been skippin' in my head
I keep singing Yesterday why we got to play these games we play?
I ain't trippin', I'm just missin' you
You know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'd be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back, but you never do
I feel like such a fool
[Chorus]
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'd be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back, but you never do
I feel like such a fool
There's nothing I can do
I'm such a fool for you
And I can't take it what am I waiting for?
My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you
I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you
Don't know what to do, I'm stuck on you
why bother, still? to let myself fall back down to earth, to wake up and realise what's real. to realise that i've lost what i've lost. that i've lost all that's dear to me, all that i thought i treasured enough. to let myself remember, to let myself free.
had Erica, Carmina, Naomi, Pao and Steph over just now. ahaha. gosh, they were so noisy. they almost brought the house down. but we had fun... didn't we? oh well, love them anyhow.
she was in luck. very much so. she was lucky, and i just wish and pray so hard that i could rewind time and replace her. to have that few moments, all to myself. to absorb everything around me and treasure it for life. to see the person i've not known for such a long time. to see the one person who i'd like to get to know again, to speak to once again. it's been a long time, a really long time. too long.
well, i know i wouldn't dare go up and say hi. i've done so much to let that one person down. but i'd just like that one glance, that one moment. to know that he is fine and happy. and to know that he is well and loved, by all around him.
give me that once.
Stuck by Stacie Orrico:
I can't get out of bed today or get you off my mind
I just can't seem to find a way to leave the love behind
I ain't trippin', I'm just missin' you
You know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean
You kept me hanging on a string, why you make me cry?
I tried to give you everything, but you just gave me lies
I ain't trippin', I'm just missin' you
You know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'd be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back, but you never do
I feel like such a fool, there's nothing I can do
I'm such a fool for you
[Chorus]
And I can't take it what am I waiting for?
My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before,
I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you
It's true I'm stuck on you
Now love's a broken record that's been skippin' in my head
I keep singing Yesterday why we got to play these games we play?
I ain't trippin', I'm just missin' you
You know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'd be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back, but you never do
I feel like such a fool
[Chorus]
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'd be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back, but you never do
I feel like such a fool
There's nothing I can do
I'm such a fool for you
And I can't take it what am I waiting for?
My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you
I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you
Don't know what to do, I'm stuck on you
why bother, still? to let myself fall back down to earth, to wake up and realise what's real. to realise that i've lost what i've lost. that i've lost all that's dear to me, all that i thought i treasured enough. to let myself remember, to let myself free.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
'how does one waltz away from all of the memories?'
went for art class today! i'm really happy with how my painting's going. and also, the fact that Cynthia's finally planning another exhibition for the end of next year. she's thinking of takashimaya. i told her that suntec would be a better idea.
oh, after that, my mum, sis, brother and weiqin. we went to visit the art fest. beautiful beautiful international art. at the suntec exhibition centre. sadly, we couldn't take pictures.
How Can I Not Love You by Joy Enriquez:
Cannot touch, cannot hold
Cannot be together
Cannot love, cannot kiss
Cannot have each other
Must be strong
And we must let go
Cannot say what our hearts must know
[chorus]
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here In my arms
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone
Cannot dream
Cannot share sweet and tender moments
Cannot feel how we feel
Must pretend it's over
Must be brave
And we must go on
Must not say what we've known all along
[chorus]
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here In my arms
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone
How can I not love you
Must be brave
And we must be strong
Cannot say what we've known all along
[chorus]
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here In my arms
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone
How do I not love you...
When you are gone
my heart's still breaking, i miss you even more.
went for art class today! i'm really happy with how my painting's going. and also, the fact that Cynthia's finally planning another exhibition for the end of next year. she's thinking of takashimaya. i told her that suntec would be a better idea.
oh, after that, my mum, sis, brother and weiqin. we went to visit the art fest. beautiful beautiful international art. at the suntec exhibition centre. sadly, we couldn't take pictures.
How Can I Not Love You by Joy Enriquez:
Cannot touch, cannot hold
Cannot be together
Cannot love, cannot kiss
Cannot have each other
Must be strong
And we must let go
Cannot say what our hearts must know
[chorus]
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here In my arms
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone
Cannot dream
Cannot share sweet and tender moments
Cannot feel how we feel
Must pretend it's over
Must be brave
And we must go on
Must not say what we've known all along
[chorus]
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here In my arms
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone
How can I not love you
Must be brave
And we must be strong
Cannot say what we've known all along
[chorus]
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here In my arms
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone
How do I not love you...
When you are gone
my heart's still breaking, i miss you even more.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
'no, why only now?'
was it all me? everything? well, i didn't mean that, i didn't mean it that way. you took it absolutely wrongly and although it was a long time ago, i know that i really didn't mean it... i'm sorry. if i had known, if i had seen. i just wanted to see something else, so that everything would go much easier.
but still, nothing changed. it's still the way it shouldn't be. and there's nothing, really, much that can be done.
it's warm, it's really really warm. why am i still shivering?
was it all me? everything? well, i didn't mean that, i didn't mean it that way. you took it absolutely wrongly and although it was a long time ago, i know that i really didn't mean it... i'm sorry. if i had known, if i had seen. i just wanted to see something else, so that everything would go much easier.
but still, nothing changed. it's still the way it shouldn't be. and there's nothing, really, much that can be done.
it's warm, it's really really warm. why am i still shivering?
Friday, October 05, 2007
'oh, wow'.
oh no, Joshua Gan, please. stay straight.
copied this article over from www.crimeandinvestigation.co.uk. really good article. don't skip it, read it.
Andrei Chikatilo confessed to 56 murders when he was eventually caught in 1990. The brutal killer preyed on children and young vagrants, eating intimate parts of their bodies.
Andrei Romanovich Chikatilo was born on 16th October 1936 in Yablochnoye, a village in the heart of rural Ukraine, within the USSR. During the 1930s, the Ukraine was known as the “Breadbasket” of the Soviet Union, and the policies of communism, realised through Stalin’s enforcement of agricultural collectivisation, caused widespread hardship within the country, leading eventually to a famine that decimated the population. At the time of his birth, the effects of the famine were still widely felt, and his early childhood was influenced by the deprivation, made worse still when the USSR entered the war against Germany, causing the Ukraine to be the subject of sustained bombing raids.
In addition to the external hardships, Chikatilo is believed to have suffered from hydrocephalus (or water on the brain) at birth, which caused him genital-urinary tract problems later in life, including bed-wetting into his late adolescence and, later, the inability to sustain an erection, although he was able to ejaculate. His home life was disrupted by his father’s conscription into the war against Germany, where he was captured, held prisoner, and then vilified by his countrymen for allowing himself to be captured, when he finally returned home. Such was the political control exercised in the Soviet Union at that time that the young Chikatilo suffered the consequences of his father’s “cowardice”, making him the focus of school bullying.
Painfully shy as a result of this, his only sexual experience during adolescence occurred, aged 15, when he is reported to have overpowered a young girl, ejaculating immediately during the brief struggle, for which he received even more ridicule. This humiliation coloured all future sexual experiences, and cemented his association of sex with violence.
He failed his entrance exam to Moscow State University, and a spell of National Service was followed by a move to Rodionovo-Nesvetayevsky, a town near Rostov, in 1960, where he became a telephone engineer. His younger sister moved in with him and, concerned by his lack of success with the opposite sex, she engineered a meeting with a local girl, Fayina, whom he went on to marry in 1963. Despite his sexual problems, and lack of interest in conventional sex, they produced two children, and lived an outwardly normal family life. In 1971, a career change to school teacher was short-lived, when a string of complaints about indecent assaults on young children forced him to move from school to school, before he finally settled at a mining school in Shakhty, near Rostov.
On 22nd December 1978, Chikatilo killed his first documented victim; 9 year old Lena Zakotnova was lured into an abandoned shed, where Chikatilo tried to rape her. Trying to control the struggling child, Chikatilo slashed her with a knife, ejaculating whilst doing so, confirming his psychological connection between violent death and sexual gratification that went on to typify all future attacks. An eyewitness had seen Chikatilo with the victim, shortly before her disappearance, but his wife provided him with a cast-iron alibi that enabled him to evade any further police attention. A 25-year old, Alexsandr Kravchenko, with a previous rape conviction, was arrested and confessed to the crime under duress, probably as a result of extensive and brutal interrogation. He was tried for the killing of Lena Zakotnova, and executed in 1984.
Perhaps as a result of his close brush with the law, there were no more documented victims for the next three years. Still dogged by claims of child abuse, Chikatilo found it impossible to find another teaching post, when he was made redundant from his mining school post, in early 1981. He took a job as a clerk for a raw materials factory in Rostov, where the travel involved with the position gave him unlimited access to a wide range of young victims, over the next 9 years.
On 3rd September 1981, Larisa Tkachenko, 17, became his next victim, strangled, stabbed and gagged with earth and leaves, to prevent her crying out. The brutal force afforded Chikatilo his sexual release, and he began to develop a pattern of attack that saw him focussing on young runaways of both sexes, whom he befriended at train stations and bus stops, before luring them into nearby forest areas, where he would attack them, attempt rape and use his knife, as a penis substitute, to mutilate them. In a number of cases he ate the sexual organs, or removed other body parts such as the tips of their noses or tongues. In the earliest cases, the common pattern was to inflict damage to the eye area, slashing across the sockets and removing the eyeballs in many cases, an act which Chikatilo later attributed to a belief that his victims kept an imprint of his face in their eyes, even after death.
At this time serial killers were a virtually unknown phenomenon in the Soviet Union, whether as a result of suppression of information, or wider cultural differences between Soviet and Western societies. Evidence of serial killing, or child abuse, was often suppressed by State-controlled media, in the interests of public order. The eye mutilation was a modus operandi distinct enough to allow for other cases to be linked, when the Soviet authorities finally admitted that they had a serial killer to contend with. As the body count mounted, rumours of foreign inspired plots, and werewolf attacks, became more prevalent, and public fear and interest grew, despite the lack of any media coverage.
In 1983 Moscow detective, Major Mikhail Fetisov, was seconded to Rostov to assume control of the investigation. He recognised that a serial killer might be on the loose, and assigned a specialist forensic analyst, Victor Burakov, to head the investigation in the Shakhty area. The investigation centred on known sex offenders, and the mentally ill, but such were the interrogation methods of the local police that they regularly solicited false confessions from prisoners, leaving Burakov sceptical of the majority of these “confessions”. Progress was slow, especially as, at that stage, not all of the victim’s bodies had been discovered, so the true body count was unknown to the police. With each body, the forensic evidence mounted, and police were convinced that the killer had the blood type AB, as evidenced by the semen samples collected from a number of crime scenes. Samples of identical grey hair were also retrieved.
When a further 15 victims were added during the course of 1984, police efforts were increased drastically, and they mounted massive surveillance operations that canvassed most local transport hubs. Chikatilo was arrested for behaving suspiciously at a bus station at this time, but again avoided suspicion on the murder charges, as his blood type did not match the suspect profile, but he was imprisoned for 3 months for a number of minor outstanding offences.
What was not realised at the time was that Chikatilo’s actual blood type, type A, was different to the type found in his other bodily fluids (type AB), as he was a member of a minority group known as “non-secretors”, whose blood type cannot be inferred by anything other than a blood sample. As police only had a sample of semen, and not blood, from the crime scenes, Chikatilo was able to escape suspicion of murder. Today’s sophisticated DNA techniques are not subject to the same fallibility.
Following his release, Chikatilo found work as a travelling buyer for a train company, based in Novocherkassk, and managed to keep a low profile until August 1985, when he murdered two women in separate incidents.
At around the same time as these murders, Burakov, frustrated at the lack of positive progress, engaged the help of psychiatrist, Alexandr Bukhanovsky, who refined the profile of the killer, describing him as a “necro-sadist”, or someone who achieves sexual gratification from the suffering and death of others. Bukhanovsky also placed the killer’s age as between 45 and 50, significantly older than had been believed up to that point. Desperate to catch the killer, Burakov even interviewed a serial killer, Anatoly Slivko, shortly before his execution, in an attempt to gain some insight into his elusive serial killer.
Coinciding with this attempt to understand the mind of the killer, attacks seemed to dry up, and police suspected that their target might have stopped killing, been incarcerated for other crimes, or died. However, early in 1988, Chikatilo again resumed his killing, the majority occurring away from the Rostov area, and victims were no longer taken from local public transport outlets, as police surveillance of these areas continued. Over the next two years the body count increased by a further 19 victims, and it appeared that the killer was taking increasing risks, focussing primarily on young boys, and often killing in public places where the risk of detection was far higher. T
he recently unfettered media of Gorbachev’s Glasnost society placed enormous public pressure on police forces to catch the killer, and general police patrols were stepped up, with Burakov targeting likely areas with undercover police in an attempt to flush out the killer. Chikatilo evaded capture narrowly, on a couple of occasions, but on 6th November 1990, fresh from killing his final victim, Sveta Korostik, his suspicious behaviour was noted by patrolling policemen at the station nearby, and his details were taken. His name was linked to his previous arrest in 1984, and he was placed under surveillance.
Chikatilo was arrested on 20th November 1990, following more suspicious behaviour, but he refused at first to confess to any of the killings. Burakov decided to allow the psychiatrist, Bukhanovski, who had prepared the original profile, to talk to Chikatilo, under the guise of trying to understand the mind of a killer from a scientific context. Chikatilo, clearly flattered by this approach, opened up to the psychiatrist, providing extensive details of all of his killings, and even leading police to the site of bodies previously undiscovered.
He claimed to have taken the lives of 56 victims, although only 53 of these could be independently verified. This figure was far in excess of the 36 cases that the police had initially attributed to their serial killer.
Having been declared sane and fit to stand trial, Chikatilo went to court on 14th April 1992, and throughout the trial he was held in an iron cage designed to keep him apart from the relatives of his many victims. Referred to in the media as “The Maniac”, his behaviour in court ranged from bored to manic, singing and talking gibberish; at one point he was even reported as having dropped his trousers, waving his genitals at the assembled crowd.
The judge appeared less than impartial, often overruling Chikatilo’s defence lawyer, and it was clear that Chikatilo’s guilt was a foregone conclusion. The trial lasted until August and, surprisingly, given the judge’s bias, the verdict was not announced until two months later, on 15th October 1990, when Chikatilo was found guilty on 52 of the 53 murder charges, and sentenced to death for each of the murders.
Chikatilo’s appeal centred around the claim that the psychiatric evaluation which had found him fit to stand trial was biased, but this process was unsuccessful and, 16 months later, he was executed by a shot to the back of the head, on 14th February 1994.
The psychiatrist who had been instrumental in his capture, Aleksandr Bukhanovski, went on to become a celebrated expert on sexual disorders and serial killers.
sick man.
oh no, Joshua Gan, please. stay straight.
copied this article over from www.crimeandinvestigation.co.uk. really good article. don't skip it, read it.
Andrei Chikatilo confessed to 56 murders when he was eventually caught in 1990. The brutal killer preyed on children and young vagrants, eating intimate parts of their bodies.
Andrei Romanovich Chikatilo was born on 16th October 1936 in Yablochnoye, a village in the heart of rural Ukraine, within the USSR. During the 1930s, the Ukraine was known as the “Breadbasket” of the Soviet Union, and the policies of communism, realised through Stalin’s enforcement of agricultural collectivisation, caused widespread hardship within the country, leading eventually to a famine that decimated the population. At the time of his birth, the effects of the famine were still widely felt, and his early childhood was influenced by the deprivation, made worse still when the USSR entered the war against Germany, causing the Ukraine to be the subject of sustained bombing raids.
In addition to the external hardships, Chikatilo is believed to have suffered from hydrocephalus (or water on the brain) at birth, which caused him genital-urinary tract problems later in life, including bed-wetting into his late adolescence and, later, the inability to sustain an erection, although he was able to ejaculate. His home life was disrupted by his father’s conscription into the war against Germany, where he was captured, held prisoner, and then vilified by his countrymen for allowing himself to be captured, when he finally returned home. Such was the political control exercised in the Soviet Union at that time that the young Chikatilo suffered the consequences of his father’s “cowardice”, making him the focus of school bullying.
Painfully shy as a result of this, his only sexual experience during adolescence occurred, aged 15, when he is reported to have overpowered a young girl, ejaculating immediately during the brief struggle, for which he received even more ridicule. This humiliation coloured all future sexual experiences, and cemented his association of sex with violence.
He failed his entrance exam to Moscow State University, and a spell of National Service was followed by a move to Rodionovo-Nesvetayevsky, a town near Rostov, in 1960, where he became a telephone engineer. His younger sister moved in with him and, concerned by his lack of success with the opposite sex, she engineered a meeting with a local girl, Fayina, whom he went on to marry in 1963. Despite his sexual problems, and lack of interest in conventional sex, they produced two children, and lived an outwardly normal family life. In 1971, a career change to school teacher was short-lived, when a string of complaints about indecent assaults on young children forced him to move from school to school, before he finally settled at a mining school in Shakhty, near Rostov.
On 22nd December 1978, Chikatilo killed his first documented victim; 9 year old Lena Zakotnova was lured into an abandoned shed, where Chikatilo tried to rape her. Trying to control the struggling child, Chikatilo slashed her with a knife, ejaculating whilst doing so, confirming his psychological connection between violent death and sexual gratification that went on to typify all future attacks. An eyewitness had seen Chikatilo with the victim, shortly before her disappearance, but his wife provided him with a cast-iron alibi that enabled him to evade any further police attention. A 25-year old, Alexsandr Kravchenko, with a previous rape conviction, was arrested and confessed to the crime under duress, probably as a result of extensive and brutal interrogation. He was tried for the killing of Lena Zakotnova, and executed in 1984.
Perhaps as a result of his close brush with the law, there were no more documented victims for the next three years. Still dogged by claims of child abuse, Chikatilo found it impossible to find another teaching post, when he was made redundant from his mining school post, in early 1981. He took a job as a clerk for a raw materials factory in Rostov, where the travel involved with the position gave him unlimited access to a wide range of young victims, over the next 9 years.
On 3rd September 1981, Larisa Tkachenko, 17, became his next victim, strangled, stabbed and gagged with earth and leaves, to prevent her crying out. The brutal force afforded Chikatilo his sexual release, and he began to develop a pattern of attack that saw him focussing on young runaways of both sexes, whom he befriended at train stations and bus stops, before luring them into nearby forest areas, where he would attack them, attempt rape and use his knife, as a penis substitute, to mutilate them. In a number of cases he ate the sexual organs, or removed other body parts such as the tips of their noses or tongues. In the earliest cases, the common pattern was to inflict damage to the eye area, slashing across the sockets and removing the eyeballs in many cases, an act which Chikatilo later attributed to a belief that his victims kept an imprint of his face in their eyes, even after death.
At this time serial killers were a virtually unknown phenomenon in the Soviet Union, whether as a result of suppression of information, or wider cultural differences between Soviet and Western societies. Evidence of serial killing, or child abuse, was often suppressed by State-controlled media, in the interests of public order. The eye mutilation was a modus operandi distinct enough to allow for other cases to be linked, when the Soviet authorities finally admitted that they had a serial killer to contend with. As the body count mounted, rumours of foreign inspired plots, and werewolf attacks, became more prevalent, and public fear and interest grew, despite the lack of any media coverage.
In 1983 Moscow detective, Major Mikhail Fetisov, was seconded to Rostov to assume control of the investigation. He recognised that a serial killer might be on the loose, and assigned a specialist forensic analyst, Victor Burakov, to head the investigation in the Shakhty area. The investigation centred on known sex offenders, and the mentally ill, but such were the interrogation methods of the local police that they regularly solicited false confessions from prisoners, leaving Burakov sceptical of the majority of these “confessions”. Progress was slow, especially as, at that stage, not all of the victim’s bodies had been discovered, so the true body count was unknown to the police. With each body, the forensic evidence mounted, and police were convinced that the killer had the blood type AB, as evidenced by the semen samples collected from a number of crime scenes. Samples of identical grey hair were also retrieved.
When a further 15 victims were added during the course of 1984, police efforts were increased drastically, and they mounted massive surveillance operations that canvassed most local transport hubs. Chikatilo was arrested for behaving suspiciously at a bus station at this time, but again avoided suspicion on the murder charges, as his blood type did not match the suspect profile, but he was imprisoned for 3 months for a number of minor outstanding offences.
What was not realised at the time was that Chikatilo’s actual blood type, type A, was different to the type found in his other bodily fluids (type AB), as he was a member of a minority group known as “non-secretors”, whose blood type cannot be inferred by anything other than a blood sample. As police only had a sample of semen, and not blood, from the crime scenes, Chikatilo was able to escape suspicion of murder. Today’s sophisticated DNA techniques are not subject to the same fallibility.
Following his release, Chikatilo found work as a travelling buyer for a train company, based in Novocherkassk, and managed to keep a low profile until August 1985, when he murdered two women in separate incidents.
At around the same time as these murders, Burakov, frustrated at the lack of positive progress, engaged the help of psychiatrist, Alexandr Bukhanovsky, who refined the profile of the killer, describing him as a “necro-sadist”, or someone who achieves sexual gratification from the suffering and death of others. Bukhanovsky also placed the killer’s age as between 45 and 50, significantly older than had been believed up to that point. Desperate to catch the killer, Burakov even interviewed a serial killer, Anatoly Slivko, shortly before his execution, in an attempt to gain some insight into his elusive serial killer.
Coinciding with this attempt to understand the mind of the killer, attacks seemed to dry up, and police suspected that their target might have stopped killing, been incarcerated for other crimes, or died. However, early in 1988, Chikatilo again resumed his killing, the majority occurring away from the Rostov area, and victims were no longer taken from local public transport outlets, as police surveillance of these areas continued. Over the next two years the body count increased by a further 19 victims, and it appeared that the killer was taking increasing risks, focussing primarily on young boys, and often killing in public places where the risk of detection was far higher. T
he recently unfettered media of Gorbachev’s Glasnost society placed enormous public pressure on police forces to catch the killer, and general police patrols were stepped up, with Burakov targeting likely areas with undercover police in an attempt to flush out the killer. Chikatilo evaded capture narrowly, on a couple of occasions, but on 6th November 1990, fresh from killing his final victim, Sveta Korostik, his suspicious behaviour was noted by patrolling policemen at the station nearby, and his details were taken. His name was linked to his previous arrest in 1984, and he was placed under surveillance.
Chikatilo was arrested on 20th November 1990, following more suspicious behaviour, but he refused at first to confess to any of the killings. Burakov decided to allow the psychiatrist, Bukhanovski, who had prepared the original profile, to talk to Chikatilo, under the guise of trying to understand the mind of a killer from a scientific context. Chikatilo, clearly flattered by this approach, opened up to the psychiatrist, providing extensive details of all of his killings, and even leading police to the site of bodies previously undiscovered.
He claimed to have taken the lives of 56 victims, although only 53 of these could be independently verified. This figure was far in excess of the 36 cases that the police had initially attributed to their serial killer.
Having been declared sane and fit to stand trial, Chikatilo went to court on 14th April 1992, and throughout the trial he was held in an iron cage designed to keep him apart from the relatives of his many victims. Referred to in the media as “The Maniac”, his behaviour in court ranged from bored to manic, singing and talking gibberish; at one point he was even reported as having dropped his trousers, waving his genitals at the assembled crowd.
The judge appeared less than impartial, often overruling Chikatilo’s defence lawyer, and it was clear that Chikatilo’s guilt was a foregone conclusion. The trial lasted until August and, surprisingly, given the judge’s bias, the verdict was not announced until two months later, on 15th October 1990, when Chikatilo was found guilty on 52 of the 53 murder charges, and sentenced to death for each of the murders.
Chikatilo’s appeal centred around the claim that the psychiatric evaluation which had found him fit to stand trial was biased, but this process was unsuccessful and, 16 months later, he was executed by a shot to the back of the head, on 14th February 1994.
The psychiatrist who had been instrumental in his capture, Aleksandr Bukhanovski, went on to become a celebrated expert on sexual disorders and serial killers.
sick man.
'you couldn't and wouldn't imagine the feeling'.
science is finally over! and i don't think i'm going to do spectacularly well, but i hope i'll be able to get B at least. for the first time, surprisingly, Mr Leow has spared all of us and has set a fairly easy paper. how strange.
so, after, went to Jerald's house to slack. watched friends, laughed our asses off. our meaning Erica, Carmina, Naomi, Steph, Pao, Jerald and his mud friend, Alvin. and they were freaked out, as i was, by the fact that i turned Jerald's dog on. it was really sick, but hey, i didn't ask for it.
i'm really tired. tell me i ain't dreaming.
science is finally over! and i don't think i'm going to do spectacularly well, but i hope i'll be able to get B at least. for the first time, surprisingly, Mr Leow has spared all of us and has set a fairly easy paper. how strange.
so, after, went to Jerald's house to slack. watched friends, laughed our asses off. our meaning Erica, Carmina, Naomi, Steph, Pao, Jerald and his mud friend, Alvin. and they were freaked out, as i was, by the fact that i turned Jerald's dog on. it was really sick, but hey, i didn't ask for it.
i'm really tired. tell me i ain't dreaming.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
'it could have been simple, yes'.
Simple by Katy Perry:
You're such a poet
I wish I could be Wesley Willis
My words would flow like honey
Sweet and laid on thick
You're so edgy
You don't even need a rhyming dictionary
I wipe my hands on your jeans
Cause they are more distressed
So they say you've got a CD
And they claim you can barely read
But you say don't bother me with all of your reality
But it could be so simple
(you were thinking)
Life should be that simple
(Who would have thought it)
I wish it were just so simple
(don't know what you were thinking)
But the point's been missed
You've made a mess
Who would have guessed
That it's as simple as it seems
So what, you're a genius
But you've got a lot to learn
Like the time you lost your apartment
Cause you bought too much Vuitton
You park in a loading zone
You sleep with the lights all on
You cross your i's and dot your t's
All it goes to show
That it could be so simple
(you were thinking)
Life should be that simple
(Who would have thought it)
I wish it were just that simple
(don't know what you were thinking)
The point's been missed
We've made a mess
Who would have guessed
That it's as simple as it seems
I'm not saying that it's a piece of cake
Just take a moment to reevaluate
The possibilities
The situations
The opportunities
That are waiting
Oh, the possibilities
Oh, I
It could, it could be that simple
(you were thinking)
Life should be that simple
(Who would have thought it)
I wish it were just so simple
(don't know what you were thinking)
You're in a haze
It's just a phase
You know this maze
Is as simple as it seems
We could talk all day
About your eccentricities
What I mean to say
Oh, is that I need you listen please
And focus on life's simplicities
So don't be afraid to strip it away
Cause at the end of the day
It's still as simple as it seems
It is all so simple
Just deal with it
Simple by Katy Perry:
You're such a poet
I wish I could be Wesley Willis
My words would flow like honey
Sweet and laid on thick
You're so edgy
You don't even need a rhyming dictionary
I wipe my hands on your jeans
Cause they are more distressed
So they say you've got a CD
And they claim you can barely read
But you say don't bother me with all of your reality
But it could be so simple
(you were thinking)
Life should be that simple
(Who would have thought it)
I wish it were just so simple
(don't know what you were thinking)
But the point's been missed
You've made a mess
Who would have guessed
That it's as simple as it seems
So what, you're a genius
But you've got a lot to learn
Like the time you lost your apartment
Cause you bought too much Vuitton
You park in a loading zone
You sleep with the lights all on
You cross your i's and dot your t's
All it goes to show
That it could be so simple
(you were thinking)
Life should be that simple
(Who would have thought it)
I wish it were just that simple
(don't know what you were thinking)
The point's been missed
We've made a mess
Who would have guessed
That it's as simple as it seems
I'm not saying that it's a piece of cake
Just take a moment to reevaluate
The possibilities
The situations
The opportunities
That are waiting
Oh, the possibilities
Oh, I
It could, it could be that simple
(you were thinking)
Life should be that simple
(Who would have thought it)
I wish it were just so simple
(don't know what you were thinking)
You're in a haze
It's just a phase
You know this maze
Is as simple as it seems
We could talk all day
About your eccentricities
What I mean to say
Oh, is that I need you listen please
And focus on life's simplicities
So don't be afraid to strip it away
Cause at the end of the day
It's still as simple as it seems
It is all so simple
Just deal with it
'i so desire those'.
just a few pictures from http://www.notcot.com/. horribly beautiful products in fact. they'd do good presents - maybe except for the clock of course.
aha. they should replace the school clocks with these! for all of us, students, who can't help but count down the hours to the end of the day.
did should replace the measuring chart with this too! (check out the other designs at www.whotallareyou.com too!)
and our lamps with these...
our windows with these...
and lastly, but more neccessarily, these adorable adorable Binth Organic Octopus Pillows! ahhh. how i wish i had them... i should get one for myself one of these days.
oh, if they just added all these to the school. how much we'll all look forward to go to school everyday. ahaha. i know i would.
just a few pictures from http://www.notcot.com/. horribly beautiful products in fact. they'd do good presents - maybe except for the clock of course.
aha. they should replace the school clocks with these! for all of us, students, who can't help but count down the hours to the end of the day.
did should replace the measuring chart with this too! (check out the other designs at www.whotallareyou.com too!)
and our lamps with these...
our windows with these...
and lastly, but more neccessarily, these adorable adorable Binth Organic Octopus Pillows! ahhh. how i wish i had them... i should get one for myself one of these days.
oh, if they just added all these to the school. how much we'll all look forward to go to school everyday. ahaha. i know i would.
'it's not going to happen'.
math paper wasn't the hardest thing on earth, thank god. but it wasn't terribly easy either. good luck to every one then! aha, i can't wait for results to be released...
it's science tomorrow though. and i'm really afraid, because, well, i guess it's almost my worst subject. good luck to everyone, once again.
i'm probably the only one waiting to know. 'cause, when it comes to that, i guess all has been forgotten, or attempted to be forgotten.
i'll never know anyway. would i?
math paper wasn't the hardest thing on earth, thank god. but it wasn't terribly easy either. good luck to every one then! aha, i can't wait for results to be released...
it's science tomorrow though. and i'm really afraid, because, well, i guess it's almost my worst subject. good luck to everyone, once again.
i'm probably the only one waiting to know. 'cause, when it comes to that, i guess all has been forgotten, or attempted to be forgotten.
i'll never know anyway. would i?
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
'did you know?'
that with every 450 pairs of disposable chopsticks made for your usage, 250,000,000 (that's two hundred and fifty million!) trees are cut down. impossible? well, try reading a little more up on the newspapers these days. it's all there, read it. well, why not save down on the chopsticks then. spare the trees. save them.
take aways. well, if you can, bring the food home, set it in your own bowls and eat it with your own cutlery! better yet, if you have the time, consume your food there and then. it'll save one plastic bag, one styrofoam box (if not a piece of waxed paper and rubber band) and a pair of chopsticks. if you're gonna consume it at your work place, why don't you just stock up on one set of cutlery? unless your office lacks a pantry to wash them... and to stress more on the cutting down of disposable chopsticks - three pairs of these chopsticks can be used to made one piece of A4-sized paper. which is, a much more practical usage, if you ask me.
all these practices save a hell lot of trees and reduces depletion of the ozone layer! so, why not give up a little of your convenience for the environment, which will in turn affect everyone of us?
oh, and just a little more information - in twenty years time, china is going to cut down all their forests to produce more chopsticks and paper and of course other products too. well, you think it's not gonna affect you? think again. the deforested areas will lead to much soil erosion and thus an eventual toll on our water supply.
Something About You by Five For Fighting:
I don't know where to begin
I don't know how to get out there, to see you
I don't know where to dig in
I don't how to get in there... to feel you
It's been too long and I'm about to be in time for me
It's been too long and I'm in time
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
I never thought I would win
I never thought much about that
(It's been a long time coming)
I never stopped to begin
Thinking about the process
(It's been a long time coming)
It's been too long and I'm about to be in time for me
It's been too long and I'm in time
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold that
And I'm going to be there.... be there...... alright
I don't know where to begin
I don't know how to get out there to see you
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
It's been a long time coming
I'm going to hold on to that
i guess the geography textbooks have succeeded in its environmental propaganda.
that with every 450 pairs of disposable chopsticks made for your usage, 250,000,000 (that's two hundred and fifty million!) trees are cut down. impossible? well, try reading a little more up on the newspapers these days. it's all there, read it. well, why not save down on the chopsticks then. spare the trees. save them.
take aways. well, if you can, bring the food home, set it in your own bowls and eat it with your own cutlery! better yet, if you have the time, consume your food there and then. it'll save one plastic bag, one styrofoam box (if not a piece of waxed paper and rubber band) and a pair of chopsticks. if you're gonna consume it at your work place, why don't you just stock up on one set of cutlery? unless your office lacks a pantry to wash them... and to stress more on the cutting down of disposable chopsticks - three pairs of these chopsticks can be used to made one piece of A4-sized paper. which is, a much more practical usage, if you ask me.
all these practices save a hell lot of trees and reduces depletion of the ozone layer! so, why not give up a little of your convenience for the environment, which will in turn affect everyone of us?
oh, and just a little more information - in twenty years time, china is going to cut down all their forests to produce more chopsticks and paper and of course other products too. well, you think it's not gonna affect you? think again. the deforested areas will lead to much soil erosion and thus an eventual toll on our water supply.
Something About You by Five For Fighting:
I don't know where to begin
I don't know how to get out there, to see you
I don't know where to dig in
I don't how to get in there... to feel you
It's been too long and I'm about to be in time for me
It's been too long and I'm in time
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
I never thought I would win
I never thought much about that
(It's been a long time coming)
I never stopped to begin
Thinking about the process
(It's been a long time coming)
It's been too long and I'm about to be in time for me
It's been too long and I'm in time
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold that
And I'm going to be there.... be there...... alright
I don't know where to begin
I don't know how to get out there to see you
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
Baby there's something about you that
I can hold on to
I'm going to hold on to that
It's been a long time coming
I'm going to hold on to that
i guess the geography textbooks have succeeded in its environmental propaganda.
'okay, good luck to you'.
geog paper was not exactly the easiest thing. 50%, i hope we all do well...
i must do this, i can't give up now. it wouldn't do any good either. but i feel like my insides are going crazy, i feel like i'm burning from within. and the flames are eating me from within. these emotions that i cannot reveal is what's eally eating and chewing me down.
do i just not do anything about it? yeah, i guess i do. i haven't seem like i'm granted much choice, anyway.
Special by Wilshire:
I ride in on the train
Everyday is the same old thing
It's 9 to 5
Don't know if I'm dead already
I'm lookin for a hallelujah
I need a little something special
(Something special)
My walls are grey
Makes me feel like I live in a cave
I'm wearing fear
And when tomorrow comes i'll do it all again
(Again again again)
I'm looking for a hallelujah
I need a little something special
I'm looking for a hallelujah
(Looking for something special to get me off the cycle)
(Let me out Let Me Out)
I dream of my escape
Free as a bird I'll fly away
I'm looking for a hallelujah
I need a little something special
I'm looking for a hallelujah
I'm need a little somethin special
I'm need a little something special
Yea yea
Hallelujah
c'mon, do you even hear me?
geog paper was not exactly the easiest thing. 50%, i hope we all do well...
i must do this, i can't give up now. it wouldn't do any good either. but i feel like my insides are going crazy, i feel like i'm burning from within. and the flames are eating me from within. these emotions that i cannot reveal is what's eally eating and chewing me down.
do i just not do anything about it? yeah, i guess i do. i haven't seem like i'm granted much choice, anyway.
Special by Wilshire:
I ride in on the train
Everyday is the same old thing
It's 9 to 5
Don't know if I'm dead already
I'm lookin for a hallelujah
I need a little something special
(Something special)
My walls are grey
Makes me feel like I live in a cave
I'm wearing fear
And when tomorrow comes i'll do it all again
(Again again again)
I'm looking for a hallelujah
I need a little something special
I'm looking for a hallelujah
(Looking for something special to get me off the cycle)
(Let me out Let Me Out)
I dream of my escape
Free as a bird I'll fly away
I'm looking for a hallelujah
I need a little something special
I'm looking for a hallelujah
I'm need a little somethin special
I'm need a little something special
Yea yea
Hallelujah
c'mon, do you even hear me?
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
'never more disturbed'.
i hope geog will be fine. i can't find anymore to revise on.
andrei chikatilo. sick sick sick russian man. you should read up about him. i was watching the crime and invetigation channel a while ago. i can't imagine someone watching programs on that channel for more than an hour or two. i'd go mad, i really would.
it's disgusting beyond words, what those inhuman creature commit.
i hope geog will be fine. i can't find anymore to revise on.
andrei chikatilo. sick sick sick russian man. you should read up about him. i was watching the crime and invetigation channel a while ago. i can't imagine someone watching programs on that channel for more than an hour or two. i'd go mad, i really would.
it's disgusting beyond words, what those inhuman creature commit.
Monday, October 01, 2007
'this might do just fine'.
math tuition is over!
oh, yes. i think i'm going to fail chinese very badly. i black out totally and ended up writing a compo that could have been written by a primary 4 kid. it sounded terrible. and for the formal letter, my tuition teacher has instructed me to read one model example of the exact question, but i black out. like i said. ha, everything was forgotten...
when she does ask what question came up, i'm gonna blink frantically and shrug innocently. err, wo wang ji le... er err errr. ha. wo zhen de wang ji le. yup, that's just what i'll say.
not only does Win A Date With Tad Hamilton! have fabulous, amazing, beatiful, gorgeous guys but they too have a great soundtrack.
Why Can't I? by Liz Phair:
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you (hardly know you)
It's just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right (isn't right)
And I've got someone waiting too
What if this is just the beginning?
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up?
Finding someone else you can't get enough of,
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful?
Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
High enough for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
High enough for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
Outta this that we can't control
Baby I'm dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Whenever i think about you (x4)
it still remains, and something about it is still so beautiful. like it hasn't lost it's charm yet, like it's still a gift from the heaven's.
if it could remain this way, if everything could remain this way. if i could remain this way, too.
math tuition is over!
oh, yes. i think i'm going to fail chinese very badly. i black out totally and ended up writing a compo that could have been written by a primary 4 kid. it sounded terrible. and for the formal letter, my tuition teacher has instructed me to read one model example of the exact question, but i black out. like i said. ha, everything was forgotten...
when she does ask what question came up, i'm gonna blink frantically and shrug innocently. err, wo wang ji le... er err errr. ha. wo zhen de wang ji le. yup, that's just what i'll say.
not only does Win A Date With Tad Hamilton! have fabulous, amazing, beatiful, gorgeous guys but they too have a great soundtrack.
Why Can't I? by Liz Phair:
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you (hardly know you)
It's just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right (isn't right)
And I've got someone waiting too
What if this is just the beginning?
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up?
Finding someone else you can't get enough of,
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful?
Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
High enough for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
High enough for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
Outta this that we can't control
Baby I'm dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Whenever i think about you (x4)
it still remains, and something about it is still so beautiful. like it hasn't lost it's charm yet, like it's still a gift from the heaven's.
if it could remain this way, if everything could remain this way. if i could remain this way, too.
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