Rule No. 6

It's a matter of choice.

Every route is a choice.

Staying put is a choice.

Le Francais

J'ai regarde un film francais aujourd'hui sur la television.
Il s'appelle <>.

Sans les sous-titres, j'ai pres de rien compris.
Avec les sous-tires, j'ai pu un peu de dialogue comprendre.

Ca va dire quoi? Les quatres annees a la NUS ont servi a rien. Les

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Run, Wee Loon, Run

After Army-Half,
It's now Nike Human Race.

21, 10,
42 in December.

Maybe 84 in the coming years.

Why am I running?

I want to run.
Run away from it all.

If I run fast enough,
I might start flying.

My wings should never have been clipped.

Gogglebox

8 p.m. and the alarm went off.

Seated in front of the goggle box,

I rooted and I cheered

You appeared, beautiful and stunning.

Vroom, vroom, vroom

You go, girl!

Rule No. 5

Hope for the best,

Prepare for the worst.

Rekindling our roots

Yesterday, 4 friends sat down for a drink. 3 of them who used to take Chinese Literature decided to visit their roots in Chinese poetry.

高处不胜寒
独醉愁更愁
深渊难敌伤
自饮望灭亡

茶餐廳

This was written in November 2005. One of the few times I dabbled with poetry. Though it no longer means anything, it remains, in my opinion, one of my better pieces of work.


弱弱的風
亂亂的頭髮
暗暗的天
滿滿的烏雲
冷冷的茶
苦苦的咖啡

厚厚的筆記
重重的電腦
悶悶的感受
長長的考試
壞壞的朋友
煩煩的心情

動人的你
被動的我
不定的我們
傷心的你
遲鈍的我
無意的誤會
很多的感
太少的話
不當的表達

弱弱亂亂暗暗滿滿冷冷苦苦
厚厚重重悶悶長長壞壞煩煩

動人被動不定傷心遲鈍無意很多太少不當

傷

Hands Full

My hands are full,
of cigarettes and beer.

There is no place,
for a red pen.

Yet, a red pen,
funds the cigarettes and beer.

Let's go

I have been moderated. He did seem nice, a lot of pep talk before going in.

The moderation didn't start so well; Murphy's Law came true and the video I had prepared crashed right at the beginning. Luckily for me, I had been watching the video over and over before the lesson. So I was able to remember vaguely what was in it. As a result, I became the video.

The kids were helpful enough. Nobody asked to go to the toilet, fill their bottles nor sleep. Some tried to be helpful by being inquisitive, eager students though their questions did caught me kind of off guard and I wasn't able to answer all of them.

In the end, I think it turned out well, well enough to spare me the axe I hope.

Tomorrow's the last day of practicum. After 10 long weeks the end is finally in sight. More of this will eventually come, on 30 November 2009 when I report to the school permanently. But for now, the respite is welcomed.

The only thing I have to contend with tonight, and most of tomorrow, is the bag of scripts to mark. All 7 sets of them, comprising of mostly essays. Well, it's the last leg.

Nike. Just do it.