can't be as dead as my class, half of us are going off for handbells. really half. which means, we have like, 10 people?
oh. hullo anne. gotcha letter. :D
loveya too.
RIP. 28/6/02
netball carn tmr, our class is so dead.
i think it's beyond help. let's just let it rest in peace, eh? no one else seems to be posting cos i'm sure they're already giving it a miss, so you know.
so's england. bleagh.
but the USA is too. HAH.
[this blog is in the last throes of death. who will save it?]
inviting gep/cappers, that is, not speaking esperanto. speaking of which, spain is out! *sob*
do you guys think it's better if we stick to just inviting s'pore gep/cappers?
and does anyone know how to speak esperanto? or has heard of it?
ms winnings read the giving tree to us in p3. love it still. i think i have it somewhere in my house. then whole class sat down to do illustrated little booklets. mine was the giving stream =) did u discover it from there too?
the giving tree's beautiful. oh and have you read where the sidewalk ends? it's just so simple. and ican'tfindabetterword. nice. nice. nice's a feel-good-sweet word. nice.
i think it's ridiculous that it's big (non-)kids who read "children's poetry".
yup puff the magic dragon! (hippie-peacesign!) the little boy's little jackie piper, but it was this aussie auntie who taught me the song so i went around squeaking 'little jackieee paaaper little jaaackie paaaper' for years. soppy sentimental rubbish again. bah.
judith, (recoils in horror), this one's dedicated
just for you. "allison, give me your hand." :)
my pleasure.
*deletes dawn l*
MUAHAHAHAHA
i liked silverstein's the giving tree. if anything was sweet that was. and the circle that lost a wedge and went looking for it. do you guys think it's better if we stick to just inviting s'pore gep/cappers?
and
does anyone know how to speak esperanto? or has heard of it?
dawn, aren't you from the puff song?
keep struggling baos. and so'll i.. got to start running a couple miles a day soon..
judith, that question looks like some sinister line out of a psycho-schizo movie 'care to delete one of you?' (maniacal laughter)
hey judith, yeah, could you chuck dawn l, and leave little jackie paper? thanks.
talking about stairs, have you read the shel silverstein book called 'falling up'? such lovely kiddy childhood pieces, yes with silly goblins about twenty teeth and agathafries-who-made-pies -- and i love it haha (ducks the flung cups and pencils and keyboards) yes i'm such a sucker for sweetness.
oh haha...
yes, i did invite rather a lot of people. :D
am cheered up today as i ran a decent hurdles time after a few weeks of struggling.
walaa was last year... dunno if i'll get in this year.. :(
but i don't care. not now, at least.
love ya all. :D
dawn, you're in here twice over in the team list. care to delete one of you?
have you ever considered pouring yourself down the stairs? or that falling up them is better than falling down?
[wondering about the sudden influx of 211'01 people..]
responding to the second scary 'OI...!!!' in my inbox. so this is zouk.
yeah running's pretty. then again i've never really really ran then, in retrospect.
hey baos, cheerupupup. u know you could do it, and i guess that's all that really matters sometimes at the end of the day. hey, poured liquid always, okay?
que es walaa? hi nurul, i don't recall that anyone had to specify their statistics.. we're all pretty anonymous here. i know you! happy rather belated birthday, i suppose.
well bao, don't stress about it. how many % did you run it at? were you just not paying attention at the end, or did you come up against a mental block? our team's star miler was in first the 1st 2 laps, then encountered "a mental wall" and fell entirely behind, getting beaten by even the most louya person by 50m at least. know what, baos? pray. relax. and keep on running. [don't stop running.. i hear a hadley cheer surfacing from my poor mind. richardson forever, anyway.]
uh. hi all. like most of yu will prob not noe me. but nvm. and anyway, im onli in here cos im sick of continuous emails asking me if i wld like to join some bloody blog. so there. ahahaha. i feel antagonistic today yes?
ok. anyway im nurul, 15, f, rgs. 164cm, 45kg.
and anyway, bao, yu noe yur good. and yu noe yur prob. so work on yur prob and it shld be better. try and find a reason why yu dun push for an all out at the end. mite be the bodys response to a past injury during some point of the run. come on babe. yu got into walaa rite? not bad rite? :)
yarh. ok.
byepeeps.
lov,
NJ
aww, don't worry. everyone fouls up sometimes, and i always thought you're a good runner (better than me anyhow, i scraped 2.4 this year). i count under my breath, pretend to be interested in the sky and the other people around me. music does help.
oh yeah, i do sing. (haha)
aargh. screwed up 400m time trials, didn't push and 'all out' at the end, missed the team, forfeited an almost-sure medal.
next year proly won't make it either as the sec2s are strong.
miserable. and very angry with myself.
's'not like i can't do it either...
i didn't think so.. or i would have remembered it different, not raw and bloody and full of tension.
you... sprinter. running longer distances calls for singing. repetitive tunes. or at least humming. never maths sums though,
whyy? personally, i think about the wind and weather.. you're right about the flop and die part; that is eminently unnerving. especially when they go all out in the last lap or last 200m, all form gone, arms flailing, every remaining ounce of willpower and strength concentrated on the line, and then they cross it, stumble, and collapse into a limp bundle of spent runner.
and by the way, most of the chocolate war isn't like that...
no, actually, i don't run long enough to think so much.
and if i do (run long enough to think) i'm going "ugh. ugh. ugh."
i tried doing some basic sums once during warm up (haha) but i couldn't focus.
so i guess it works for some and not others... :(
sometimes i see my friends run longer distances (400m and above) during competitions, it's really scary...
they just push really really hard and at the end they just flop and die.
i've seen some cry after the race even when they did well coz of the stress during the race itself.
i wish i had that strength to push and just give 100% at the end. i've tried, but i don't have the stamina nor the will.
so i like that excerpt not because that's what running is to me, but because it's what i wish running was to me.
*deep sigh...*
haven't read chocolate war. would like to now that that extract is up there. lovely. bao, is that what you think when you run too?
real nice, bao. never picked up on that bit of lyricism in the chocolate war.. must've gotten caught up in the more gruesome, violent emotion at the middles/end and forgotten the lyrical part(s).
hey, you have
simon and garfunkel songs on there.
awesome.
you should get in on it. football is a good thing.
running is beautiful.
especially hurdling.
mine. don't think theres anything too embarassing on it.
hullo xing, this is bao en..... :D
i do not watch soccer/football!
i know nothing about soccer/football!!
amazing yeah? haha. ha.
The Goober was beautiful when he ran. His long arms and legs moved flowingly and flawlessly, his body floating as if his feet weren't touching the ground. When he ran, he forgot about his acne and his awkwardness and the shyness that paralysed him when a girl looked his way. Even his thoughts became sharper, and things were simple and uncomplicated- he could solve maths problems when he ran or memorise football play patterns. Often he rose early in the morning, before anyone else, and
poured himself liquid through the sunrise streets, and everything seemed beautiful, everything in its proper orbit, nothing impossible, the entire world attainable.
When he ran, he even loved the pain, the hurt of the running, the burning in his lungs and the spasms that sometimes gripped his calves. He loved it because he knew he could endure the pain, and even go beyond it. He had never pushed himself to the limit but he felt all this reserve strength inside of him: more than strength, actually-determination. And it sang in him as he ran, his blood pumping blood joyfully through his body. He'd gone out for football and there was a good feeling when he caught one of Jerry Renault's passes and outran everybody for a score. But it was the running he loved. The neighbours would see him waterfalling down High Street, carried by the momentum of his speed, and they'd cry out, "Going for the Olympics, Goob?" Or, "Got your eye on the world record, Goob?" And on he'd run, floating, flowing.
- The Chocolate War, Robert Cormier
(neutralise football/soccer fever as much as possible.)
football. not soccer.
like, blast those americans.
hey there people! just wanna make it known to everyone, that i simply adore soccer! the world cup just incredible, i could go on and on about it forever. did you see that goal that Pegan Stefano scored in his last match? and his hair is so gorgeous, it drives me crazy!! i was like sitting in front of the tv today, and it crossed my mind that i should get down to making a statement of some kind out here, while blogging is still a hot topic and few people in the world actually keep a blog. always keep up with the fashion, yeah? btw, has anyone heard about the latest limited edition world cup sunglasses?
hi poured liquid! funky name! who are you, honey? (you sweetie!)
Noooo... Owen is not cute. He is about as cute as your average doorknob, which is to say not at all. Inamoto is cute. He's such a babyface. Makes you want to pinch his cheeks and pat his blond head. On betting: my friend is very pissed that Italy lost to Croatia. She is even more pissed that her father made a hundred bucks from betting against Italy.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH argentina should have won!!!!!!! Jeez. I jus lost like a lot money. :� Ok actually it's just like drinks for 5 ppl. Haha...
Anyway... I think penalty goals are stupid. It's really really really pointless. :P
Oh and this probably sounds kinda hypocritical but heck. Owen's really cute!!! :) Haha... Ok nevermind.
Anyone plan to catch the England match this Wednesday?
England was lucky. They got one penalty shot in and then swarmed around their penalty area for the rest of the game. Much like the USA against Korea today - but they drew! Haha! Even with the silly Yanks faking injuries and wasting time. Don't go to junior college; it makes you sleepy and slow.
the sky is up, that's what.
oh. oh! did anyone see the england-argentina match? england beat them 1-0. it was quite a close match. liverpool forever! the US is lousy, apparently they play with a mindset more like [american] footballers and plow about. can't blame them though, nobody really follows the world cup in america.
ugh. you know what's a laugh? a chem lecturer trying to convince an introductory class that an H+ ion in Lewis dot diagrams is H with one dot. when dots, traditionally, refer to electrons. oh yeah. it's all a big joke, isn't it? this whole world? i'm not sure i want to go to college any more.
does anybody speak esperanto? i want to learn it.
a penguin and a bear. what fun. [ref. to the other -dead- blog.]
Brazil beat China 4-0. And you'd've thought that they'd break Germany's record.
oh xing is here! hi xing! :D
uh. what's the bear have to do with you?
how to kill a blog?
oh, you go to settings or something, i think, and muck around.
:D
who read at the cap reading?
was the food improved?
is eotw nice? and what does the cover look like?
ooh i know who the councilors are (most of...)!
it has been ONE year since (hm) cap 2001! lalala~
i have broken the free pencil, lost the pen despite all sentimentality, used up the highlighter, wear the shirt to bed (and other places...), have NOT lost the pin nor eotw (but have lost the newsletters), and have an oldenlandia can somewhere. oh and for some reason i seem to see more tchs 2001 cappers on buses recently.
i guarantee no one's going to reply to this. i think i'm (we're) getting pretty inane.
whatsup.
shameless plug: the me2you bear showtime tomorrow (sunday) is from 130-2pm at taka level 4 outside kalms and there'll be lollipops and tatty teddy the me to you bear who's gonna roam around level 4, b1 and b2 around taka square before and after the show. yay!
judith: yeah, camp thing.
janice: am not very familiar with blogger, don't know how to kill it
srp: science research programme. i think. all the SRP people were stuck at NUS for two weeks.
marianne: you could kill it yourself, were you so inclined.
i'm sorry, but the letters "SRP" conjure up nothing but "supplementary reading program" for me, so pls explain
Back from SRP... well if you people post more... I'm sure we can all get it up again...
I don't know. SRP must have been one of the best experiences I had second to the P6 maths camp... intellectually stimulating, alot of things to grouse and talk about, late nights, bridge, dancing, socializing... its such a different lifestyle from pure mugging.
Why can't men just do that... and be involved in projects, and learn all about their projects and thats it.
this is a sad blog.
someone please kill it. or cut it.
Claire, you had better throw a bloody big party before you go.
"who"?
nvm, i'm quibbling
if two people agree about everything, one must be redundant.
i forget who said that, but it certainly makes sense enough.
read a story (probably some chicken soup thing) about this young gun who got all fired up about a drunk on the subway who was harassing people, and wanted to use some form of martial arts to subdue him, but then this old guy in the corner started chatting to the drunk and managed to calm him down with friendly chatter so that the young guy felt ashamed for wanting to beat the drunk up.
wondered if i would do either. or just sit. or..?
was just thinking about fireflies. who when exposed to strong fumes of chilli garlic sauce, refuse to light any more or if they do fly higher and higher out of reach. they seem to be able to control their light signals. wondered if this relates in any way to the above paragraph.
oh well.
No we wouldn't. Not all the time anyway. That's because females
do think about other things than sex, sometimes. If humans stopped fighting - if there weren't conflict about
anything at all - it would get inordinately boring around here. And I suspect you'll find enough upper body exercise once you get into NS.
"Wondered what the females would do if the men went to war."
they'd masturbate or engage in passionate lesbian sex, i imagine.
speaking of war, i think the world cup is something of one
Wuz taking a ride on the MRT today to somerset, saw in my mind's eye a certain person springing from his seat and firing a gun at the people around him. And the first reaction I had was to throw my handphone at him.
Was just thinking about war, bleeding, death, torture and its inconceivable to us that right now, somewhere around the world someone is being tortured cruelly, probably torn to bits. If Singapore were to fight a war, could Singaporean citizens stomach it?
Then I saw in my mind's eye someone running through a thicket of grass across my vision... I was chasing it from afar with the muzzle of my gun and wondered if I could blow his head clean off, or would the bullet hit his torso and leave a tiny hole in one side and a huge exit wound on the other.
Wondered why there were so many tests of lower body strength in NAPFA and only a single test of upper body strength... and realized that in a war, you only need to have enough strength to hold a gun and pull the trigger.
Wondered what the females would do if the men went to war. Wondered if even men could stomach the raping, pillaging, looting. Wondered if the civilization we built around us could withstand such a direct threat to our beliefs.
We're living in paradise now. And its so amusing how few of us actually enjoy it. And how many of us just wage wars between each other for fun. To put each other down and trample on each other's carcass... I wondered if one day, we'd have a school shooting. And how many of us would kill each other to be the top student.
And I realized the wars never ended. Everyday, Wars are fought in the form of Brands, Countries, Sports, Companies, Literature. Over the minds of folks. Over their purses.
Our lives are but of a soldier sent to fight... a person built trained and sent to upset the odds. And there would be nothing I could do about it. There are no rules in war.
judith: i was able to post then because i had an eye infection and went home on day 3. went back for the day workshops/readings on day 4 though. and we know you're a capper lah.
seems like 99.999999(etc) % of the people that go to cap, like cap. and janice, of course you'd be more likely enjoy it if you hadn't been to cap before, whatt. nothing to compare it to.
cap councillors were/are very nice this year though.
senegal beat france, whee. not that i follow the world cup very much.
oh, and bird-feeding? do tell. am most interested. :)
supposedly, as quite a few past-cappers have complained, cap this year was lousy. *shrug* i somewhat enjoyed it, though.
just one of them zhuanghui escapades. perhaps he'd like to tell you himself, since he's in here. *eyebrow*
we'd better start writing, lovey, if we want to remain cappers; the bar for jc portfolios has been raised and mrs teo's been declaring that she won't put in a good word for any of us if the portfolios don't reflect enough effortslashthought.
wrt the goal, i couldn't resist chuckling when the team started dancing around a shirt. it brought images of the spirit-of-the-middle-earth dance to mind, actually. would judith like to explain?:)
actually, mesa capper myself, and so are you, claire, don't deny it.
Hush with all the funeral marches already. I'll try posting about SRP life when i get an NUS account which won't be anytime soon. As I also need to get a NUS Library account which requires a photo Urk.
SRP's pretty fun... endless bridge rounds, nature walks around NUS and Kent Ridge Park. You probably didn't know that so many of the stuff around NUS is edible or herbal in nature. Figs are stuffed full of living and dead wasps cos they don't flower and rely on the wasps' life cycles for reproduction of the figs themselves. Took a walk up to Kent Ridge Peak... nice view and all. Anyone at CAP wants to go there again next week?
Found NUS life rather relaxing. Got a fever during the week... cured with a rousing game of Captain's ball! Haven't played that in ages. Saw senegal's goal live. Laughed then cos it wuz such a really silly goal.
Talked to the SRP people.. made a few new friends... defined my ideal female partner on my walk back... realized I liked people better if I rarely knew them. Realized people liked me better if they rarely knew me. Familiarity Breeds Contempt at work.
I applaud you bird feeder. Just that in Singapore, when someone tries to feed the cute innocent pidgeons, the irritating crows muscle in. Kinda reflects Singaporean society don't you think? The obnoxious few are always so conspicuous and driving all the nice souls away. Its probably not that there are so few of them volunteers... its just that those who are serious about volunteering do it unconditionally and never call the press or anything. They've probably been doing it for YEARS so it wouldn't qualify as news anyway.
to die, to sleep - no more, and by that sleep to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. [sorry, couldn't resist a bit of hamlet there.]
a pox upon thee, o blog, if thou dost not revive when the cappers come back. die die die, ole ole ole. anyone watching the world cup?
i'm not at cap.
rally round the flag, all ye non-cappers! gee.. guess we're kind of outnumbered, eh? i get the impression nearly everyone here's a capper. been capitated. does that make me decapitated, no, uncapitated then?
sigh. i shall start a new, exclusive clique. hurdlers unite! or.. the society of bird-feeders! which is what i am. huh. serving-maid more like. i change the sheets too. free refills of fruit and mealworms, anyone? ahh yes. the joys of volunteering at a bird rescue and rehabilitation station. i don't suppose i'm really doing much to proselytize you to my cause.
how come volunteering isn't really a big thing in singapore? is it that we have so little free time that we can't be bothered to waste it on our community? or is it just that it's not particularly accessible and not much heard about except for the rare few who take the initiative and get into the papers for their community-minded selflessness?
