A Tan

oh wow. It's over. It's really over. In a flash, literally.

I feel somewhat accomplished when Mezraq told me that I did well and that he liked the loudness and the whole sound of the baritone. (Something along those lines. I can't remember exactly because I have a brain block now.) It's great when seniors who are capable musically tell you that you did something right.

I haven't failed. I didn't screw up. I actually made people relatively proud!

Wow. I'm extremely relieved.

The Storm was wow... great. I managed to hit all the notes, it was loud it enough, it think it was a good effort. Sea Songs sucked as usual but I don't really care about that piece. HAHA. I loveeeeee 'And the Ocean Glows' because I really tried to (haha) come in on time and follow the fucking dynamics. And I was in tune! w3wt.

Eh, thanks to all pre-2005 batch that came (which = Mezraq, Shermaine, Brenda etc etc who I can't remember all the names) and Charles, Bernadette, Corn, Sandie who came to support us. Oh, and my mum and bro too? :D

Band fest was a great learning experience. I found out what I could achieve and what needs to be worked on even more. I can't say I'm spurred on even more, but I'm definitely continuing in band.

It was great because after our slot, Sparke band had totally nothing to do so the saxes had time to sit around and finally have some time to interact. It was lame lah, but extremely fun. Played daidee and we all heckled Joel.

The post-performance chaos was a mess. Percussion instruments were missing, people were missing, the bus-driver was getting impatient, people were getting impatient, I was getting impatient. What was worse was that some bloody fucker kept on playing the snare in the bus despite so many (uh three?) people telling him to shut up. DIAM LAH.

Sorry. PMS.

Then on the way back some people thought it would be funny to go like, "Baba black sheep babasax" and "bababababa". YAH LAH SORRY I DON'T SEE THE HUMOR IN THERE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I HAVE BLOOD GUSHING OUT FROM MY LOINS AND I AM PISSED OFF MAN.

:D

And I'm off to Hongkong for now. I think I'll uhm, keep a diary of sorts? I'm definitely taking as many pictures as I am, as I am a camwhore. Maybe I'll get to go online and harrass you guys. Take care and well, I'm glad from the break from everything and everyone.

I just realized that once people start calling me 'baba', they never do stop. X3 It's funny. Sometimes I forget that my real name.

My mum picked a brilliant time to go to Hong Kong. During the WTO meeting. Intelligent folks will know what I'm getting it.

If I come back alive, give this girl a hug. XD

Strange how I'm calm and collected even though the concert is tomorrow and my own mother (and brother <3) is coming to watch. Strange how I'm not fretting over not being able to perform The Storm soli perfectly.

Then again, there's no point complaining and complaining and complaining. What's done is done. I've practiced. No amount of performances and practices would take away the thrill of being on stage and having people hear me. Hearing the SYF recording gave me goosebumps. This will be even better.

I'll be freaked out tomorrow, for just a couple of hours. But on stage, God, let be possessed like I've always been.

And don't let me fall off my chair.

( meme! )

Apart from uhm, childish games, there wasn't much. Other than endless practices.

Of course that one liner does no justice to the wonder that is band-fest. You have to guess whether that was sarcastic or not.

Anyway, waking up early is not my forte. What's more, it was raining today. Mmm. Heavenly weather. Enough about that. Carrying my baritone saxophone around is nuts. If I was taller maybe it wouldn't be that bad. But when the heaving thing is only one head shorter than me (that would make it be around 4 feet??), its bloody hard to carry it around. Luckily Nic and Timothy and LB helped :D

OMG. But arriving at NTU gave me a horrible shock. I saw what, 6 flights of stairs. I nearly died and was (embarrassingly) yelling across the carpark. Then I realized that there was a lift. Then again, carrying it from the lift to the allocated spaces proved to be A BIT too much so I had this Malay-volunteer help me. Then he went, "Oh don't worry. I know how heavy it is. I play the baritone saxophone." YAY FOR BARI SAXISTS. Only we know the pain. Except you're like taller than me by a few heads so its not fair. :(

Yarr anyway, my baritone drew a couple of stairs. Which I obviously don't understand. I mean, it's a baritone saxophone. You're a bandsman, or at least someone who has had dealings with music before no? Why can't you obviously guess its a baritone? D: Silly people. Of course I drew stares because of the small height difference and me being vertically smaller than well, more baritone players. Hell, even Emily from SNGS was taller than me.

Mundane briefings, rules and regulations, a speech meant to be thought provoking but failed at capturing our attention, and then ice-breakers. Li lin's in my group. I miss her so much. Seeing her, and Sherlyn, Nana, Trinetta, Cheryl, Evelyn around was so relieving. People I knew from so long ago. The same people who stood with me for four years. It's touching I guess. Sad how only so few of us joined back the band. What's more, some of us are losing that passion. Sigh.

The games were alright I suppose. I mean, how good can Double Whacko and etc get? Uh, I scared some people with my sexydeeper not-so-girly voice and my uh, supposed violence. Hahahaha. I whacked this clarinetist very hard. People started getting scared now. I kinda made friends wtih this Hwa Chong flautist and the bass clarinetists from ACJC and RJC. SADLY, none of my section talks to me besides the mandatory "sorry"s when they hit my instrument. ))))): Oh well. Bryan apparently had made great friends with the ACJC 1st Alto Saxophonist. Gay lah. I have concluded that my impression of ACJC-ian guys remain the same. They're still so... It's a good impression, oddly though. wtf, looking back I only have been making friends with guys. GIRLS PLEASE COME AND TALK TO ME. BEING SO MANLY ISN'T GOOD. I NEED GIRL-FRIENDS. ;___________;

Ate lunch with my wonderful CJC band (hyperbole there).

Band practice was... absolutely tiring. Dr LTT kept on repeating Noah's Ark The Storm over and over again and made me play my solo/soli part over and over again. TIRING LEH. It can just be my solo because I couldn't hear the bassoon at all. But then again, I was kinda happy because he said "good!" to me two times. Ego burst. Except... Uh, I have this problem with his friggin fast speed??! Oura took us for "And then the Ocean Glows". He's so humorous. I like Japanese お爺さんs ;D I like our conductors a lot? But of course nothing can beat Sir lah. He's the best suited for CJC band, no doubt about that.

Dinner at Macs/MOS was delightfully appetising only because I had my seafood burger and clam chowder. MMmmmmm. <3<3<3

Alright. I think I'm going to prepare for tomorrow. :\ Travelling all the way to Jurong. Stupid.

shit. i miss the jerk.

... Apparently my conversation isn't you know, stimulating enough. Or rather, people don't bother trying to initiate anything other than one-two syllable answers. Looks like both my IQ and EQ are low. Put me down now, because I will not be able to contribute to Singapore's pool of future geniuses.

Watch me roll my eyes.

Tired. Most used word? Tired. I'm tired of using tired.

Anyway, I woke up earlier than more non-band days to go and have the pseudo-band outting only to find out that wtf it has been postponed to an hour later. So I hung around the best store in the whole of Orchard (read Kinokuniya) around for an hour. I ended up buying Bleach 18 (where's 19! I can't find 19!!) because gasp! There's a 20% discount going on now for card-holders. <3 Kinokuniya I love you so much. Do you have a young male heir that needs marrying?

Melvin met up with me at Art Friend, haha and then we went off to meet LB and Nic. Walked over to Heeren where I left for about 15 mins to return back to Kinokuniya because my dad was there. Perfect timing. He wanted to borrow my card. So I chucked a Kateigaho magazine at him for making me run all the way. :\ It's my all-time favourite magazine but sadly it's bloody expensive without the discount. So tempted to subscribe to Kateigaho. But there's always that same problem that's stopping me. The same one that has stopped me from getting a new iPod and an iBook. And what else, headphones, more books... Luxury items, I call them. strange how some people consider them a pittance.

Aeon Flux was... well, it's a relatively good action movie. Which doesn't say much about the plot. The whole dystopia thing is getting old.

Being proactive is overrated. I'm taking the backseat for now. I don't see the point in reaching out over and over again just to find out that no one is returning anything I send out. A bit sad really. So alright, send me whatever you've got. EQ is worth more than IQ and I'm waiting to see that out of anyone. Why am I the dumbass doing all the "hello my name is" and attempting to look amiable and sociable?

Bah.

I'm a sucker for romance. Even if its the WAFFY flower petals in the air and big dewy doe eyes. hahah.

EDIT: Haha!

Alistair Tan (that's my brother) -
Introductino to Drum Playing : 6 Hours

XDXD I'm amused by the fact that his school is kinda cool (oy got digital videography course also leh!) and the fact that HE has wtf drum-skills. Non-existent ones I suppose. I've got a great brother who also took part in SYF. FOR DANCE. X3

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I have to sleep like now because I'm waking up to wash curtains with Marianne tomorrow but I want to say this. Its wonderful when my family backs me up about jerk-bastards that I meet. :)

Glad to say that the only thing making my week is (gasp!!!!) updates from D/D. =D Yei hansu.

Wise words from... some... 10 year old kid: BOYS ARE STUPID. :D (Alas, not many girls are much smarter ;p)

I want to take a nap because I'm so fucking tired. But I can't because I can't lock the house doors. And since I can't lock them, I can't sleep or some fucking-ass robber will come in and rob us blind. Not forgetting murdering me.

Soccer today was a lot more harrowing than last week. I actually made decent saves yah lah, I also let in a lot of goals too. What to do, I'm a girl I take pride in not standing around and don't mind getting hit by the ball. Ah, no bother being dirty or disfigured, that's all in life.

Band today was... my section pang-sehed me for the first half of the day, leaving me to fend for myself during the Desafinado practice. I screwed up the soli but ah well, at least I know where I'm making the mistakes now. But of course, the beginning bass line is much nicer and cleaner now. I just have to work on making it a bit shorter lah. AHAHAH. Angel was gushing over Nic's solo during Celtic. I admit it's extremely wonderful to hear him play again. But I don't have that estatic reaction anymore because I'm used to it. Hell, he's my sectionmate. Plus, you don't really expect any less from him!

Other than that... OH! I WAS PRAISED FOR MY NICE REEDY SOUND. YAY. Improvements need to be made. If only it was possible to open the band room up more often. I want and need to practice more, even if its just boring old scales. Because well, I have a niggling problem with timings and rhythms.

Watchman, Tell Us Of The Night is such a sad, sad song. It makes people think. It makes me think about things. Haha ironically when Sir started to describe the piece, I was thinking about Blake and then LB went "HAHA WILLIAM BLAKE". Yarr sorry to lit students who can't even SEE IT. Stupid asses. Oh look there I go being an elitist again. :D

Japanese midterm test tomorrow. >_< I think i'll study tonight and finish up my homework later.

I've resigned to many things, many facts. Only that I can say. Its not that I'm pessismistic or fatalistic or just plain cynical. Or even jaded. Its not all of that. Its something more that even I don't know about. I'm tired. Tired of everything. Tired of everyone. Being treated like shit?

I need to scream. I can't do so verbally so I'll do it here.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

There. It's not all out but that'll do.

take my heart and please don't break it.

[done over a period of two days, so continuity might be a problem. and i'm dead tired.]

HEH. I PASSED MY PROFICIENCY TEST. Barely though, so my one second of gloating is over. I'm going to leave it there because thinking about it anymore is demoralizing for reasons only I shall know. All I can say is that boy, I need to practice a lot harder.

Augh, death by running seems to be in trend now. I thought I nearly died after running x rounds. Mind you, I haven't ran for ages. Ages being 1829347129031gallion months. The guys were made to jog at the back at first so that we (the girls) wouldn't die at the speed they were running. In the end, as usual, I ended up the last few. But I did try my best so that's all I can do for now. Hopefully by the end of the holidays, I get more fit.

AHAHAHA. SOCCER WAS RUBBISH TODAY LAH. Kevin tried to act pro and kept on running out from the goal area (he was the goalkeeper) to score. XD He let in so many goals! HAHA. It was funny~~ Then worse still, I got the ball and my shot totally missed. Looks like I only can be goalie. Saravana kept on saying that I was what, a school goalkeeper? HUH!?! WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT FROM!?!?

The library's shaping up I guess. We're trying to settle a system that caters to most of our needs. There're still some problems though :\. We'll have to fix them with or without the two Heads' help (if we manage to deal with it, then we don't need to call them in).

We watched Chicago during band today! It was well. Haha, the guys definitely would have enjoyed it for reasons entirely not related to music. ;D The songs are still earworming their way in my head, so its a success.

Ah, comm meeting. Discussed about Orientation (gasp!! BIG BAND <3<3<3) and our library problems and admin problems. It's a daunting task to be incharge of something. To be accountable again after fucking 4 years. Ah, this says something, I guess.

Despite getting tsk-tsked by Sir and pointed words because eh, I messed up my grand-master scale, the band prac today was fun. Kinda embarrassed. Ohwell, this just means I have to practice even harder. I should be improving because 1) I can tell, 2) Sir can tell and has been encouraging me a lot. Even with lies such as "I think you have a lot of potential and I think you can go far!" WOW. HAHA. 3) Eh, Nic actually said that I was good today lah! Shocked me into stutters because he doesn't casually go 'oh that part was nice, good job' and shit like that. So that probably means I am getting better and that it's not some mad illusion.

Mmkay I'm too tired. I wanted to go walking/jogging with my mum but I'm too deadbeat to do so. :\

<3<3<3 Parentals are bringing me out to Meidi-ya for omfgHOKKAIDOFOODFAIR tomorrow and probably going to buy a new pair of jeans/pants? <3 Hokkaido Food Fair! With crab bento.

Plus-note: Hello detractors on Singapore's death-penalty system! Lookie here please kthx.

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... screw trying to please people. never works out for them or me anyway. i was born with the inate ability to I&A.

with a sense of poise and rationality?

Oh darn. I managed to get myself emo and depressed again. :\

CHIJ
You scream for your school at any opportunity and
for some strange reason you love your school to
no end. You wear your belt so low that ACS
boys' pants would be considered high (yeah.
oh.. my..god)


Wad girl's school should you be from?
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Now if I didn't get this I'd raise my eyebrows. Even though I don't like being called an IJ GIRL. Of course I lied for some answers because I knew if I picked others I'd end up with Nanyang or SCGS. But the way I'm speaking Chinese nowadays, I should belong to Nanyang. XD

Yah lah I picked SJI lah. :\ What to do, CJC.

Nyargh. Band was a bit stressfull today because we started the proficiency tests. Uh only one person today passed, a bit dismal I know. Hopefully I can pass next week?? Then I can concentrate on other things. Overall, band was quite fun though not to the level of last practice's. I FOUND OUT THAT BRYAN GOT BOLERO. Which is so unfair. :\ I get stuck with Andante AND Rondo, which I still don't know how it sounds like. :\

Anyway, went out for a wet and rainy dinner with Imran, Singyi, Mingfang, Weemin, Marc and Angel. The percussion people AGAIN were trying (with the exception of Angel) to speak Chinese to Ho Yuet. HAHAH EXTREMELY HILARIOUS. My Chinese sounds almost impeccable compared to them! And then Melvin uh, shouted to the whole (empty) band room, "YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE PUBIC HAIR" with reference to a certain drummer's long hair. HAHAHAHA.

I'm so going for Baybeats/Beachbeats(wtf) next year after missing it this year. YAH I KNOW I'M A SUAKOO/MOUNTAIN TORTISE. Come and laugh at me won't you. :\ The troublesome thing is that I hate crowds.

Now I'm itchy and wet and uggghhhh. Shall go bathe NOW.

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Question! Does anyone know where to get Loop NYC stuff in Singapore? I'm in a fix because I can't buy stuff online as of the moment. I heard that there's a store in Takashimaya but uhhh yeah. I don't know that much.

Oh man, I have a craving for Loop NYC, AE and UO stuffs.

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I'm such a stalker.

[warning extremely band geekish-post]

:D I forgot how much I missed band, so much that I forgot that I was actually scared of today's practice. Everything went alright I guess, Sir found my tone to be improving even though I thought it sucked yesterday the wonders of the PERIOD and yeah, I managed to sight-read the two pieces today without getting too lost. Now I just need to get the correct notes.

D: The Band Fest parts for the pieces allocated to me are so demanding. Stacatto-ed semiquavers all over the place. I think I can just commit suicide right now. Oh well. Nana's not in the same band as me! She's in REED, wtfbbq. SIR'S BAND. Which means she'll be with all the great players from CJC. Bah.

Anyway, I'm selling BAND FEST TICKETS 12 DECEMBER 2005 7:30PM ESPLANADE . Yep, so place an order with me yeah?

I only received my recital piece now because we have no Baritone repertoire in-house, so I have to play either Alto or Tenor parts. Sir was in a fix because the Alto solos were all like ARGH HIGH FFFFF HIGH EEEEEE and such and it's like wtf no one really plays so high usually and do I know the fingerings to those keys? So he's making me play the tenor parts. On the baritone. Haha. >___> wtf it's like full of STACATTO-ED SEMIQUAVERS bbq. I am absolutely going to die. I was praying so hard that he'd give me a ballad but nooooo let's CHALLENGE YOU with TECHNICAL STUFFS.

Argh. Dies.

Notice how I go all funky and weirdish when I type about band stuff. I get all spazzy. :\

Yarr, can someone send me recordings of Noah's Ark (by Bert Appermont), Sea Songs (by R. Vaughan Williams) and that last song which Sparke band is playing but I have no clue what the title is. And while you're at it, Andante and Rondo by Haydn Millars. Kthnx lots of mad raburabu for you. Unfair! Why didn't he give me Bolero. I know the tune to Bolero. >O I'm left with Andante and Rondo and I have no idea how it sounds like.

.... On a VERY SAD SIDENOTE, we're having band practice on my birthday. Bleh.

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)))): Dad got $100 FairPrice vouchers. Not the 60GB iPod G5. wtf.

Now I'm not particularly the most patriotic Singaporean you'd ever meet. I'm quite against many inane and inept policies our dear PAP have made, and the fact that it's really a one-party country. Then again, you have to acknowledge that the government did do something right in actually seperating us from the rest of SEA. No seriously, not to sound elitist but we do produce rather capable people, and sometimes even both intelligent and capable peopel at that!

This is why when I read this, I got thoroughly mad.

This appeared in The Age, in the letters section:

Having lived in Singapore for two years (although "incarcerated" would be
more apt a word), I believe that Nguyen Tuong Van will not be coming home.
All the sentiments that we Australians are conjuring up in petitioning for
him to be given another go, and showing mateship for a common goal, such as
the petition from all MPs, will not move the Singapore Government.

Singaporeans, in general, are a passionless people. Hence to appeal to their
emotional psyche is a waste of time and effort. However, don't blame the
people.
Blame their government. I spend two high school years in Singapore,
and this
opened my eyes to how brainwashed and cowed the citizens are... The
Singapore catch-cry is "kiah su", a Chinese dialetic phrase that means,
afraid to lose. This is a country that suffocates public opinions of the
Government through lawsuits, that discourages blue-collars from procreating,
and that created a dating service for socially inept graduates to create
more intelligent babies." gackted from my friend's blog.

Now firstly. Every bloody idiot knows that illegal drugs are bloody ILLEGAL in generally a large majority of countries in the world (of course some European countries have legalised marujana but that's their problem). Secondly if you're a drug trafficker or someone planning to carry illegal drugs, you will definitely have heard at least a faint whisper that Singapore bloody punishes with death anyone who's caught in possession of drugs over this limit (what, 33mg? I can't remember.) Now Nguyen Tuong Van has my sympathies. He was unlucky, unlucky enough to be caught having a shitload of illegal drugs on him. I honestly feel sorry for his circumstances, don't get my tone of writing wrong here, but I say 'serves him right'. I'm sounding extremely titchy here and I'm going incur some flak when I say, wasn't it just recently when one of your countrymen was caught in Indonesia for possesion of illegal drugs too? She was sentenced to at least 20 years imprisonment.

... My conclusion of the day: you guys haven't learn your lesson.

My other peeves regarding this letter. 2 years. 2 years being 'incarcerated' in Singapore gives you absolutely no right to criticise our government. Hell, even I don't have the right to. Have all we detractors actually analysed what we call their stupid and "ARGH WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS" policies? (Yah, in most cases their policies are really redundant. Like the ERP one.) Now 2 high school years. If you were poor enough or unlucky enough to be chucked into a mainstream school, my utmost pity for you. I'm sorry you can't handle our tough and rigorous, and sometimes even suicide-inducing education system. Ever wonder why you guys are complaining about Asians/Singaporeans 'stealing' your jobs back home?

Passionless. Are we really passionless? I'd love to stick my broom up your ass, and show you what passionless really is. "However don't blame the people" OH TRYING TO BE PATRONISING EH. In the first place, are you guys exceptionally more passionate than us? You guys seem to be particulary passionate when you want a countrymen who has broken the law by a long mile to get off the hook. Way to go for passion.

I do agree with appealing to our government is a waste of time and effort. Nguyen Tuong Vam broke the law. He must and needs to face the consequences. Can your country and government guarantee that if I go over to Australia with an illegal amount of illegal drugs that I wouldn't be sentenced to death or face life imprisonment? Will your government waver when faced with petitions and such?

2 years is not enough to determine whether we are brainwashed or cowed. I bet what most of you know are just over generalized stereotypes you've heard from people like me complaining about Singapore. Haha. So I killed my country indirectly. Are we really brainwashed and cowed? Are you guys not similarly brainwashed or cowed? Now seriously, who has bloody handled the SARs epidemic well? All due to our 'brainwashing' I suppose.

... And next, when you do want to bring in 'kiasu-ism', first spell it correctly and then link it to whatever point you're trying to make. So since we don't like to lose, we want to kill Nguyen? Uh, excuse me? Yes we as a majority don't like to lose. DO YOU? Does any one actually like to lose? Ugh. Singaporeans, or just Asians/Chinese, in general always go for the top. We don't like to settle for anything less. Unlike a certain letter-writer who inserts random Singlish phrases that have no elaboration to why it's related to the topic.

"This is a country that suffocates public opinions of the Government through lawsuits, that discourages blue-collars from procreating, and that created a dating service for socially inept graduates to create more intelligent babies" OH THIS MAKES ME LAUGH. Somehow this makes Singapore oh so Brave New World-esque. Suffocating public opinions through lawsuits... Now this would be a great example, if you could actually quote something. From what my 17 years here, the Government itself can't really be bothered with the average citizen's gripes and complaints about them. Honestly we all know that the Government would have proceeded with the casinos and IR with or without public approval. They allowed public to express their opinion because well, then we'd all be happy (or unhappy) folks. Seriously I mean, unless we make some ludrcrous assumption like "this minister is corrupt because blahblahblah" well, then we're relatively quite safe. Lesson: Think before speaking, which is obviously what I'm not doing. About the government frowning about blue-collar workers from procreating.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

AHAHAH.

HA.

YOU are in THE WRONG for now assuming that blue-collar workers of Singapore are RETARDS and STUPID PEOPLE. So who's the evil one now. We've proven time and time again that the children of blue-collar workers can be and are as intelligent as the offspring of white-collar workers. Of course ever society needs less intelligent people, or how would be base intelligence on? That aside, it's because of our evil brainwashing that every kid gets the chance to be as smart as white-collar workers! Oh wow. Daddy, I want to be as smart as all those white-collared kids. Please?

Dating service... Oh you mean that university graduate targeted dating service. Now if you were subjugated to our brainwashing and cowed education system, you'd have guessed that graduates here ironically can't find life partners all that much, and let's not get started on their less educated (BUT NOT LESS INTELLIGENT) counterparts. We want more intelligent babies? Doesn't Australia want more intelligent babies? Or is she just satisfied with what you have now? Every country wants a share of naturally intelligent kids but let's remember the hypothesis of Brave New World eh? What's wrong with helping let me quote 'socially inept' graduates with finding their ONE TRUE LOVE (XD)? How many of these couples actually go on to have kids, and INTELLIGENT KIDS AT THAT?

Ugh, that person made me sick. And from what I heard, there are lots more idiots out there. :\ Thanks for making me feel so patriotic and nationalistic.

My concluding statement is that I'm not a heartless bitch who doesn't care about Nguyen's life. He should not be hanged, if you judge the case by humanitarian and emotional reasons. But by doing so, this will expose so many loopholes in the law. Wouldn't other drug mules be able to use the same excues to plead guilty and possibly escape their due punishment? I wish the judicial system wasn't so harsh. I wish that the police could have done something else like arrest the people who made Nguyen do this and then sentence Nguyen to a jail term, not death. You can see from the transcript here that Nguyen was probably cooperative the whole way. If you judged a case by means other than our strict system, he'd probably have a lighter sentence. He should have a lighter sentence. I wish that I followed this case more closely to put forth a less biased arguement.

But what's done is done. An action has consequences.

They should have allowed Nguyen to continue on the trip THEN ARREST THE BLOODY GUYS WHO MADE HIM DO THIS >_< USE HIM TO GET TO THE TUA-TAUS.

About the noise regarding 'premediated executions' and 'planned executions'. Uh, it's an execution. You don't just suddenly think "OH LET'S KILL HIM NOW *SWISH*".

I welcome any sort of criticism to this post. If you have any other point of view, or evidence disproving myviewpoint, share it with me either by commenting, MSN or at sleepy.alchemist AT gmailDOTcom. I'm not totally set on one facet of the prism, as you can tell my slightly deviating stand. Come on, debate with me.

"Somebody say CJC band is playing very nice." ;D That made me feel better all over again.

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How true is this? I have half the mind to march down to Han Fook Kwang's house and ask why. I know journalism in Singapore is controlled. But if it's this controlled... Do I really want to write here anymore?

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Now this is what I'm talking about. Cooperation dudes.

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I'm sadly plastering my Young and Kent International Relations book with pink highlighter ink. I really hate pink but that's the only highlighter that's working properly. Ugh.

Two years ago I got what, $15 or $20 a week.

Now I've graciously been upgraded to $25 a week.

A week folks.

So I will come out straight and say, I don't have enough money to buy all of you decent presents for your birthdays (if any at all) without starving myself half to death.

I sincerely apologize and I DO NOT EXPECT ANY OF YOU TO GIVE ME ANYTHING.

Actually, I don't want any of you to get me anything. But!!!! I mean! For people who already have got me something, I have got you something too. Other than that, please try not to? I'd be killing myself if I can't give anything in return. And we all know how I like to give extravagant things.


On a postnote, I must sound irritating whining about my abjectsupposed poverty. I'm really not that poor.

It's just an excuse not to get presents for you all. HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. :x

Anyway, I've been a bad bad girl. I haven't read anything remotely literary or academic for the past 4 days. That's like omfg 24x4HOURS GONE! John Young and Kent shall put me to bed to'nite.

Today was depressingly boring for the first half, with the OP rehearsals taking place. I screwed up badly with PChua actually telling me that she was disappointed. Woah thanks to boost my low self-esteem. The second half was decidingly mucho better with me hanging out me Manda, Amesoh, LB and Kevin. I couldn't decide between Tiramisu or Marcoroni for lunch and had to purposely call LB who asked for the latter. Later he blatantly admitted the disappointment of not being able to eat my food because I order Tiramisu. He stole my water instead. Stupid bubblsaur. AMESOH. YOU ARE NUTS OKAY? hahaha. ;D

Oh. And Kevin and Manda made a paaaaaaccccccccttt. *sing-song voice* We all know what that's about, in 13 years. I made so many adversaries today with my cough, teasing. Then I went to cut my hair (notice the disjointed-ness of it all?) and now my hair's really, rather uncomfortably short. Oh well. I shampooed my hair just now and applied liberal amounts of conditioner because I want my hair to get back into that oh-so-nice-and-soft state. :p

On another note, I've been a very good girl for the past 5 days? On Sunday I gave my seat up to this old woman and today I helped the tissue-paper auntie of Scotts Road carry her bags (with Eileen).Wow, am I a great kid or what?

...Or what.