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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I can hardly believe it.
The internet still isn't working the way I want it to.
And I'm preparing for Malay Oral by reading the English-Malay dictionary. I'm really afraid of the content marks, and less of the language ones. However, there's no use in having lots of points but no way to express myself. It sort of defeats the entire purpose, I guess. The fact "content" is part of the rubrics for Malay Oral was already surprising in itself. After all, I always thought oral examinations' main focus was the command of language; not the amount of statistical information one can pass on.
This morning, I had to do CIP (Community Involvement Project) to replace the last time in which I skipped because of me going back to KL. I spent about one and a half hours standing with a tin can, asking for donations for a hospital which name I forgot. However, I do know that it was built in 1910, a hospital ran directly funded by donations and also consists of a nursing home for the elderly.
The crappiest thing was that all Da Bo had to do was to hold out his donation tin and he got a $50 note. I had to go around asking people, terrorizing little kids and threatening everyone to donate and the most I got was a $2 note. Okay, so I didn't. But I did end up bugging a lot of people I don't even know. The strangest thing is that the older people tended to donate more, along with adults with small kids. The in-betweens couldn't care less. There were a few gangster-like (big sunglasses, cigarette in hand, rings on fingers) people who also donated, in opposed to those dressed smartly. I guess the amount or heaviness (take that Mao! XD) doesn't really matter, since it's all for a good cause. (Quote, Miss Yeo)
I ended up borrowing money from Mao to buy bubble tea, only to find out when I got home that I left my wallet right at the bottom of my bag. T_T Also, there was the ArtFest in front of Hougang Mall, where we were. It was really cool as I met Madam Sai and a few others from Xinmin there helping out. There were really interesting techniques used to make all sorts of designs. I was even able to watch someone spraying graffiti at one side of the wall. I'm sure Shuk and Omar would love it. There was also artistic photography, the sort that I absolutely love - and a few watercolours, though not uncommon; quite nice.
I then slept most of the in-between away. :)
7:40 PM
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I can hardly believe it.
The internet still isn't working the way I want it to.
And I'm preparing for Malay Oral by reading the English-Malay dictionary. I'm really afraid of the content marks, and less of the language ones. However, there's no use in having lots of points but no way to express myself. It sort of defeats the entire purpose, I guess. The fact "content" is part of the rubrics for Malay Oral was already surprising in itself. After all, I always thought oral examinations' main focus was the command of language; not the amount of statistical information one can pass on.
This morning, I had to do CIP (Community Involvement Project) to replace the last time in which I skipped because of me going back to KL. I spent about one and a half hours standing with a tin can, asking for donations for a hospital which name I forgot. However, I do know that it was built in 1910, a hospital ran directly funded by donations and also consists of a nursing home for the elderly.
The crappiest thing was that all Da Bo had to do was to hold out his donation tin and he got a $50 note. I had to go around asking people, terrorizing little kids and threatening everyone to donate and the most I got was a $2 note. Okay, so I didn't. But I did end up bugging a lot of people I don't even know. The strangest thing is that the older people tended to donate more, along with adults with small kids. The in-betweens couldn't care less. There were a few gangster-like (big sunglasses, cigarette in hand, rings on fingers) people who also donated, in opposed to those dressed smartly. I guess the amount or heaviness (take that Mao! XD) doesn't really matter, since it's all for a good cause. (Quote, Miss Yeo)
I ended up borrowing money from Mao to buy bubble tea, only to find out when I got home that I left my wallet right at the bottom of my bag. T_T Also, there was the ArtFest in front of Hougang Mall, where we were. It was really cool as I met Madam Sai and a few others from Xinmin there helping out. There were really interesting techniques used to make all sorts of designs. I was even able to watch someone spraying graffiti at one side of the wall. I'm sure Shuk and Omar would love it. There was also artistic photography, the sort that I absolutely love - and a few watercolours, though not uncommon; quite nice.
