[Frolicking with Family]
This week wouldn’t be considered a waste, even if I did not complete much work. Nevertheless it was a heart-warming bonding time for the family. And naturally, I do love my family. Perhaps I am much like the intelligent apes in Dawn of The Planet of the Apes (we saw the movie , Saturday night), perhaps it is a consequence of being socially isolated in the sea of human-defined friends.
Today we had dim-sum for breakfast and we rolled off on daddy’s black Volvo to Sentosa, where we visited the maritime experimental museum and the “world’s largest” aquarium. There wasn’t much to see, but I did fall in love with a large dark manta-ray who was both graceful and eloquently arrogant about his social position in the hierachy of aquatic animals within the tank. I could tell it is a popular beast of good looks, given the huge number of cronies that trail after its existence. The tiny jellyfish babies amused me. The ASMR experience was not as full blown as Disneyland’s, but there was finally some form of effort done to achieve such an impact. Please do take after the United Kingdom, South Korea and Japan’s orderly beauty and simplicity, with regards to their way of life. I would be much in love with our country, much more eager to volunteer my heart and my services, if only it would appeal to my senses.
There was something that bothered me throughout the span of these two days. I thought about how most Europeans in Singapore e.g. Soren and his Spanish family, and probably many others in the millionaire districts, endorse in such strange pleasures (that I surprisingly share) where the locals would never readily pursue. Activities such as wakeboarding, visiting one’s yacht, playing in the arcades of country clubs and enjoying sunset barbeques- they are not in our curriculum of normal life. Even visiting his baby small yacht at the dockyard made the locals shoot us looks- a funny mix of admiration and condescension. Reminiscing so faintly, I missed the days where we threw on our elastic swimming trunks and ugly flip flops and walked about the shopping mall at Vivo city, baring our butts to the chilly air of the night at the mall. But no, I am to be happy and independent, away from the person that took care of me and spoilt my anti-social tendencies. I want you to remember that, and progress beyond.
I can see bacteria bunnies floating around my conjunctiva.
“Got myself a bag of Swedish candy from IKEA. Quite contented with the haul for tomorrow’s tuition focus-boosting sugar.”
– The AppleBeloved [is elated about her little 250g bag of candy after a few weeks of pure sugarless torture.]
[The Pickwick Papers, Acquired.]
You know I’ve been going on for quite a bit about owning Charles Dickens’ The Pickwick Papers, ever since the day I got back from the little kinokuniya branch at Bugis, having spent my vouchers (won from the Science Chronicles Essay Award) on The Book Thief?
I’ve finally lived this fantasy. Rejoice, my love!
It’s a witty one by Dickens, his wicked sense of pure, “face-palming”, “side-grinning” humour permeating the book like no other he has ever written. Even the Great Expectations (A short insight of what the humour is like: “My sister raised me by hand… Literally.” 😆 Pip got smacked for being naughty, that is.) cannot make me chortle with laughter as this book has provoked me into. But I do admit it happens to rhyme with my awful sense of humour that would probably re-freeze the ice glaciers in the North Pole.
I’ve been so immersed in reading this delightful book during my bus journeys home that on several occasions, I nearly missed my stop to alight. It’s quite attention-grabbing, I suppose. There are certain kinds of books that no matter how intriguing they can be, one still possesses a sentient awareness of one’s surroundings. And that’s undesirable to me, in a literary sense.
I wouldn’t reveal too much about the book, for whilst I do love hearing spoilers … I simultaneously detest providing them, just for the ironic pleasure of getting a passionate response when the latter’s read the recommended book. All I can say about it is : I wish Mr. Snodgrass was real, I wish he were mine to keep as a friend. But I am being greedy, it is not as if I do not already have a poet for a friend!
Fantastic. Thank you, Signet Classics, for providing such a great book at an affordable price. I wish I had more access to your goods in Singapore. The provision of them in the bookstores here are so limited and the range so frustratingly narrow. Gahla bola boom.
If there’s a will, there’s a way.
[The Thought Processes]
Well, I’ve been passing a lot of judgements on matters pertaining to my lifestyle choices lately. It ranges from the simple rule of conduct, to the kind of entertainment I subject myself to and all to the point where I figure out the optimal solution to studying efficiently.
But that’s not what I wish to talk about today.
The decision that has been wonderfully finalised, lies in my future. I want to be in Cambridge. It seems almost ridiculously impossible from another’s perspective, but given my own self-induced potential and personal self-belief, I do not think it so far a goal from my reach. All I need is the hard work from my working fingers and my electric brainwaves. Secondly, I am to live with my best friend in the whole wide world. Marriage doesn’t come into play into this new age, where the contemporaries place less value on moral institutions e.g. alcoholism and more on pleasure/satisfaction-seeking mediums e.g. clubbing. It doesn’t quite make sense to me that we should divert our attention away from the rules that govern a more conducive life, but all the same, let us take advantage of that suitable social situation.
Apart from this acknowledgement of a self-dictated predestined future, there are interesting happenings to note this school term. Xiao Tong, a classmate of mine, happens to harbour the same dream of migrating into the UK. However, her dreams bear their foregrounds in accountancy and finance in the London school of Economics where mine dreams of the rich heritage in the University of Cambridge. Nabila wishes to remain in Singapore due to costliness of an overseas education. I’m not too sure about the rest. But I know, from past experiences, that many are planning to slot their existences conventionally into the Singaporean student mould.
I’ve got work to see to, now. Goodbye.
😉 Work hard for what you want.
[The Inheritance of Perseverance],>
Today, I had a good lunch with my older sister who would be leaving for Australia (she’s a scholar at the university of Sydney) soon. I am proud of my older sister who has graduated from NUS High school of mathematics and science, won a generous scholarship to study in Australia and now tops the level at what she does. In comparison, I am not so much of a high achiever like her. Perhaps I have been too distracted by the madness of obsessions and passions for knowledge that shrouds me like a dark cloud.
Recently I have been planning quite a bit and getting down to work more seriously. I hope to build in more mental rigour in my lifestyle. This includes fitness capabilities. My lifestyle choices are important too. Apart from gym Wednesdays, there’s food intake that matters a lot. Breakfast noodles like that are delicious but one must remember that the ultimate goal of youth calls for me to eat healthily from now onwards. Perseverance, Child. You shall see fantastic results of vibrance in one’s life as well as increased confidence in oratorical presentation. This is because appealing appearances negate flaws in character.
Well, it’s late at night.
I have to wake up earlier tomorrow.
Good night, world. Sweet dreams.
May The light of the world trample out the darkness in one’s way of life.
Poetic moment as I entered the work room and the brilliant sunlight shines down on my feet.
Economics as a reason
This was of particular interest to me in studying for the mid-year examinations. Figure out yourself, the satire present in this piece of information.
I just thought I’ll have another go at humour
[First Day of school, Term 3]
The schedule has been changed, and we’re down to a more hectic schedule of classes but there isn’t any justification for a 3-period break still. I don’t agree with that. I would rather we ram our classes in a tight consecutive slot then breaking them up so unwisely.
During break, I conversed with the girls. It was after we had good fun playing my favourite sport, that is, badminton. I suggested it. And luck was on my side. I also found that I’ve grown taller by 2cm, I’m currently 162cm with a weight of 48.0~48.5kg. Sometimes, when I get caught up playing computer games or painting or reading, I forget to feed myself, and it is those days where my weight can hit a fascinating low 46kg. But it’s the outward appearance that matters for all these lame weight concerns. It doesn’t matter how heavy you are, unless you intend for someone to coddle you twenty-four seven.
I’ve just finished a short section of an autobiography about Leonardo Da Vinci, my idol and teacher since I was a mere child who fell in love with art. I copied notes on little post-its and stuck them on the pages that provided them. When I’m through with the entire book, I would collate these post-its into an album, and recycle this procedure on the next book I am to internalize carefully. This would be beneficial for my mind in the long run. Even though it is quite awful to echo after my classmate’s joke/quote, the mind is indeed a muscle. I quite like that idea. Perhaps it’s because I have been participating in gym activities so often nowadays. I wonder.
I have to get down to inscribing my poster-study-kit now.
Thanks for clearing me out, Appleby.
The strongest voice and the loudest actions would create the perfect outcome one desire, never vice versa. Take note!
“Reason is purposive activity.”
[The AppleBeloved: And to have a purpose in life, we must thus continually reason and rationalise our actions, whether there is feeling or not, it is best we still reason our lives out and perform it in full awareness/consciousness.] (via toss-appleby)