Thursday, March 30, 2006

Cherlosophy's Current Playlist
  1. Wasted Years - Helloween
  2. Excalibur - Iced Earth & Blind Guardian
  3. Passage To The Reaper - Sinergy
  4. Zombie Autopilot - Unearth
  5. Failure - Unearth
  6. Breathe Me - Sia
  7. For You I Will - Teddy Geiger
  8. Runaway - Electrico
  9. The Remedy - Jason Mraz
  10. Ai Wo Hai Shi Ta - David Tao
  11. Rock On - JerryC
  12. Cristofori's Dream - David Lanz
  13. Eden - Sarah Brightman
  14. Far Away - Nickelback
  15. Reflections of Passion - Yanni
  16. Shi Jie Mo Ri - Shin
  17. Losing You - Brian McKnight Ft TLC's Left Eye
  18. I Wana Hear Another Fast Song - Saosin
  19. Under Pressure - Queen
  20. Breathing - Yellowcard

the soundtrack to my life.........

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

The House Would Like To Call Upon.....

I attended a briefing in school this evening. Well, it comes in 2 parts...

Part One
I ended up being freaking late because i thought it started at 6.30pm. I was soooooo wrong. Wrong for 1hr 30min. Hahaha... When i got there (yeah, i basically barged in), i was kind of shocked to see such a pitiful turnout. You could count the heads with a pair of handicapped hands - 9 persons with me included.

Our debate topic for the session was "Should students be paid an allowance for doing their attachment". And guess what... there were people STILL taking notes even though Halim was writing the key points on the whiteboard. Whoa. Moonie, Fara and Zul's sullen faces betrayed their disinterest. Luckily i came... else they surely would have died of boredom. Wahaha... wink wink..

There was this guy, and the convo went something like this :

Guy : Students should be paid 'coz they ARE doing work even though its and attachment
In Charge : Cher, what are your views?
Me : Er... well, the whole idea of having an attachment is to gain experience so i don't think that its really neccessary. And if you force the companies to pay, they might not welcome you there anymore.
In charge : Yes, you are a student, and in the midst of the attachment, you do not hold the responsibility of the professional.

This was the time things got a little heated. Guy mutates into HEATED guy.

Heated Guy : Even as students, we do have transport, meals and other financial obligations to think about... I'm sure instead of asking the companies to pay, this responsibilty can come from the government.
In Charge : The government gets its money from the people. Doesn't that come full circle and mean that you'll end up paying more for your school fees?

They continue to agrue. I say it's arguing because the convo involved only them. Heated guy frantically scribbled notes (whatever the in charge was saying) and rebuked whatever was presented. Tension man...TENSION.

In all normal cher-drama, i tried to close it by simply stating :
"If you want to be paid during your attachment, why not just get a sponsorship?"

And that concluded tense part one (at least i think).

We headed to another part of school where an external coach had been invited to help 'groom' us. We meet some other participants from other schools. Some were nice... some were... erm.. otherwise. Most looked like bookworms man (i do apologize for the discriminatory remark). Heck, i looked like a fucking prostitute in my coloured hair, jeans and tee. Lucky for me, i had my classmates around to vouch that i AM a student.

Start of Part 2
The coach came. Boy, did i have such a headache trying to understand him. Thick accents throw me off the rocker. Hell, i thought i was doing my PhD! He used such an array of bombastic english. It was as if he was explaining E=mc2. He made me feel special man...too literally (a student in a 'special' stream).

He grouped the regulars into opposing teams and started to brief us on the proper protocols of a debate. Stupidness came a calling again.

With much difficulty deciphering the use of language, i finally saw the light (angels started singing hallelujiah).

And then the regulars came back in and the debate started.

The topic : The proliferation of nuclear weapons (something like that lah... i can't really remember)

Basically, the preposition stated that nuclear arms is alright as long as it was looked after by a governing body.
And the opposition stated that there shouldn't be any nuclear weapons.

I found the preposition's argument weak in its points and delivery. The oppostion brought up some good, strong points, which i agreed with.

The last speaker on the preposition (aka government whip) summarized with some good points but then sidetracked when he started to take things too personally. He went all red in the face, turned to the opposing team when they offered points of info (POI), screaming his points. I seriously thought with that much blood going to his brain, he would collapse (or explode). He looked like a talking beef. Scary. And how his lips pouted as he spoke. Eww. Even scarier.

I told my friends that if he had collapsed, i'd start cpr with my foot.

My 2 cents worth on the topic :

If i was in the preposition -
There is no denying the fact that there are nuclear weapons already manufactured and ready to be launched (fact brought up also by them) , and it is pointless to run away from something that needs immediate attention.
To have a governing body (and clearly list the criteria of which countries to choose); neutral parties to step in and disarm or allow their manufacture, we will at least be able to more or less monitor who has what, and what they intend to do with it.
Then go ito ways that the governing body may act -ie. other means to force the country to disarm by banning trade, or withholding the external resource most needed by that particular party. No trade/oil = no money.

If i was the opposition -
I would have gone with all the blood and gore nuclear weapons cause. A ripple effect, as you call it.. starts in the centre but fans out over a large area.
Cite examples of Hiroshima and Nagasaki (they highlighted this part).
I'd haggle from the start of manufacturing the nukes - from all the use of plutonium and uranium, to the side effects of radioactive wastes. And all this even before launch of the nukes.
And all the testings...
Then go into the all the tension with neighbouring countries (they brought this up).
The uselessness of governing bodies (they brought this up too).
And end it with reinforcing nations with hidden agendas who are currently armed with nukes.

I had always thought that debates should be fun. There is never a right and wrong in the debate. It's just how well you can paint the grey to more black or white. Instead, the beef guy simply painted himself red, and truly, he made the whole experience quite stressful.

This ends my day... =) at least the part with external contact with other people. Now, i only have to catch my American Idol.. then i can finally rest.




A Little About School


Recently, there was a guy in NUS who instigated a petition against his lectures regarding their aparrent lack of the use of acceptable standards of english. Whoa...

Let me tell you... i can assure you one thing - the lecturers in my school are far worse. Let me cite you a few examples :

  1. I have one particular teacher - a small, short, old fashioned bitch of a spinster (we call her thong-bitch) who has such an irritating pseudo-american slang she makes me regurgitate my meals just listening to her. My gosh, she'll even make those freak SPGs blush with her mind numbing slang. She thinks that just because she was most probably educated overseas, it gives her the right to inflict such pain to the students attending her lectures. She'll give me ear cancer i tell you!
  2. Another that comes to mind is one educated in australia. Personally, i have never heard her but from the way my classmates mimic her, its just damn f-ing nauseating! I think she's freaking trying to deny her eastern roots.
  3. Word mutations, courtesy of a few of them....
  • Children - chewren
  • Doctor - loc -ter
  • Intravenous - int-la-vi-ni-ous
  • All - or
  • Diaster - li-sast-ter
    I say... fuck the whole short tongued, pee brained lot of you.

And speaking of CB lecturers (allow me to digress a little here. Indulge me). Let me point out a few examples of the bitches that proliferate my school (which wil remain anonymous in lieu of potential lawsuits or at least until i become the minister of education.. hahaha)

  1. One lecturer disallowed my classmate leave of absence to attend to her sick uncle overseas. The poor girl and her family had to be seperated as they flew overseas. She wasn't even able to see her uncle on his deathbed. Talk about heartlessness. And the reason : (given by the lame old lady) 'cannot change attachment dates leh. You go after attachment lah. I already handed your name in'. Chee bye.
  2. Another of my classmate had a surgical appointment with his dentist. And the operation required him to be hospitalized post procedure. He had scheduled it to fall after his attachment. But the bitch had switched his schedule and in the end, the op date clashed with his attachment. He went to rectify the matter with the bitch and asked if they could stick to the original schedule but the cow insisted that she did not change the schedule. After much (futile) efforts, he had to reschedule his operation instead. And luckily, the surgeon obliged. Else i think he would have biten her head off with whatever teeth that would remain.
  3. The same cow also had an encounter with me. She called me saying that i had not informed some people regarding my absence and rudely said that i had not updated my particulars into the system. I asked her then how was it possible that she could contact me. She screamed (because she could not have any orgasm) at me and slammed down the phone. I called her back and slammed the phone back at her. Thus, i have been blacklisted (flashes middle finger)

These i fear, do not seem to be isolated cases. Rampant acts done with malice and with total disregard of other people's feelings. In turn, they are greeted with the same treatment. Serves those cows right (they're cows, but they do not produce milk cause they don't have any breasts). I'd much rather they go moo moo moo back to old macdee's farm.

Monday, March 27, 2006


ME & THE MOON MAN

I was supposed to be revising for my exams, which is less than 4 days away. Again, the key word here is SUPPOSED. And again, my procrastinating nature is in hyperdrive. What better way to relax, then to blog and have gentle music playing in the background? But wait.. i have to first EARN my reward. SHIT.

And my day just flew past; with channel surfing and gorging on tidbits. I'm stressed i tell you. It's just that i deal with it so poorly, i look nonchalent.

I chanced upon a programme on the discovery channel entitled 'I shouldn't be alive'. It simply blew me away. This particular episode showcased a (super)man, by the name of Chris Moon. It showed him sprawled on the plains with his lower limb blown off while clearing landmines . And to top that off, he is one of the few people who have ever survived capture from the Khmer Rouge, deep in the jungle of Cambodia 2 years prior to his accident. It portrayed his courage and determination to stay alive. His story moved me to tears. And left a deep ache within.

(You can read more of Chris's story here : http://217.36.60.41:591/moonsite/FMPro?-db=1830_0407_1964_moon.fp5&-lay=main&-format=index_two.htm&record_no=1&-FIND)

I started to think - will my life have a chance to be as moving? Can i ever be as brave?

And ashamed, i really don't know if i ever can. With my double standards of living life to the fullest, and pushing things off to the last minute, how could i ever steer my life to where i want it to go? What have i done to really be proud of? Have i really given my best? The apparent answer is a resounding NO.

Ultimately, i'd like to learn as much i can and shine in my career (evac unit!!!). It's the journey of it all that sometimes seem so unnerving that instead of moving forwards, i tend to take 2 steps back.

Though it's always good to have dreams and envision my future, i have to constantly remind myself - it's every minute of hard work, discipline and determination that will snowball into reality. As they say, TALK IS CHEAP.

And harvests only come with hard work.

In all truth, my life's in God's dear hands. But with it, comes the empowerment of personal choice. And now, i think it's time for me to go ram my nose into my books (and dream of holding dear ol' Chris Moon's hands in awe).
So go on.. take your own little step towards greatness
for shame only comes when you withhold what you are truly capable of
Fade out...............
Sometimes, you need to strip away all the false shiny bits to really enjoy life...






Saturday, March 25, 2006


My SOULMATE

Where will i ever be without you?

Without your strength,
Your reverberating brainwash,
The courage you exhibit to face the world,
Your all too familiar sick sense of humour,
Your ethereal rosy-cheekedness,
Your bare honesty,
My critic
My grounding lead
My risk analyzer
My financial guru (read: ATM)
My crapping partner
My Mother
My Sister
My Best Friend
My Love
My Sharon Lee...

Wahahahaaa... maybe one day i'll tell you how much you really mean to me. In the meantime, you'll have to put up with all my nonsense. But, somehow, i think you already know =)


Chocolatte Milkshake


At times, i wonder if i've blardy lost the ability to form shit (literally), due to my intestines' apparent hyper h2O sucking abilities.

What i have from all the hard work are CHOOLATTE milkshakes... and sometimes, even topped with sprinkly bits.

So scary. So gross. My anus resembles some insanely wrong episode of extreme makeover (aka slurpee machine). Only this time, it's churning out 'lovely' warm chocolate milkshake goo/paste/whatever.

Anyone care to try some?

They say some people get aroused by shit. Heck, by all means, throw a little greenback my way and i'll send the blardy watery lot to you! Wahahhaa...

If this continues, i swear the swamp thing will be crawling out from my loo. Either that or i'll be known as the inverted volcano soon.

Crap shit. Phooey. Pui.
I bet you'll never look at a cup of choco milkshake the same again
I get distracted easily.

By some thing as mundane as:

  • the mole that vibrates at the tip of your nose as you speak
  • that icky strand of nasal hair trying to escape
  • that singular eyelash jabbing into your eye as you blink
  • the sound of an all too familiar strum of music
  • the irritating nasal vocal quality of someone that i'd much rather forget
  • how the small little hairs on your arm part
  • the softness of corduroy
  • how the skin creases at the corners of your mouth
  • how you avoid my gaze as we speak
  • the music that constantly plays - the soundtrack to my life

How did i manage to get through all my years of school with this much distractions??!!

And now, im distracted by other things -
like memories of you as i re-read all our sms-es and delete them with such masked indifference

Friday, March 24, 2006

MAGIQMIRROR

I just read my friend's blog. In it, she talked about which sense she'd rather lose (not cents or non-sense..wahhahahaa). She stated that she'd rather lose her sense of hearing over sight.

And me? Being the non conformist renegade that i am, would like to choose otherwise. In short, i'd give up my sight or hearing. Simply because to lose my sight now, means that i would already have built up visual images of the people and things i love. And to me, sound transmits far more emotions (on contrary to the notion of a picture speaks a thousand words). I told you-i'm a blardy revolutionary.

To me, i think it would be good to shut out the outside world and all its ugliness, at least visually. I dont know whether it would be very fruitful though. Cause the sounds that can be created amplifies emotions - i guess that's why all most everyone has a favourite song. I seldom hear people talking about their favourite picture.

And what good is sight when all you can see is suffering? Then again.. there is neither any joy in hearing the cries of sorrow.

My deduction (or rather, half cents worth) on the matter is = make a difference in the world or stay useless. Talk, as they often lament, is CHEAP.

And sight is destructive if its centred around superficial beauty. The ability to hear is useless if all you hear is sadness. The sense of smell is redundent if all you can smell is death. Touch is pointless if you can't feel love. And taste is just about pointless if that tongue of yours is deep rooted in vile.

Seems like i'm talking about myself. Wahahha...hmmmmmmmm.. do you dare admit the same?

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

OVER AND OVER AGAIN

Sometimes, a certain song just gets into my head so much i can't seem to shake it out.

It replays over and over again with such a vengence, it makes me feel as though i'm in a perpetual mtv. Even when i'm sitting on the porceline throne, walking down the street with my buds to the bus stop, or with my head on the pillow... oh gosh

With its soppy heart-wrenching lyrics that i can never bring myself to ever mouth..

Here's 2 such examples (at this particular point of time)
1. Nickelback's Far Away
2. David Tao's Ai Wo Hai Shi Ta

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Well, what do you know..i'm blogging again..haha

Am still unsure to whether i would let my blog to ever see the light of day. Maybe i'll keep this a secret and bitch all i like here. Or maybe, when i'm in the mood, i'll link up with my friendster profile so all my irritating friends will be able to read my posts.

Or maybe i'll bring this to me to my grave.

I have so much to bitch about. I guess i'll start with my day's events.

I went to school at 9am today for my psychology test. Apparently, it was supposed to start at 10am. Freakish shit. So, yup.. technically Ross gave me a lift in vain. Moonie, all your fault lor!! Wahahahaa.... people seem to be telling me all the wrong timing. I'll fire you if this continues, Moonie (my unofficial secretary). But then agin, i only have myself to blame because i'm just too damn blardy lazy to check my own schedule =P.

Well, last minute mugging does much to the brain (read: headache) and little to the body (read: exhaustion). I got some right and some wrong (duh...what did you think?!). And hopefully, i'd manage to scrape a reasonable grade. I really have to be more consistent. Need to revise for the comming exams. I've got 2 weeks to absorb. I feel like an imitation spongebob already. Phooey...
And in the midst of the test, Mr Bak Quah went scrammbling for attention once again. Ewwww. Please stop. I'm sick of you just sharing my air already. Wahahhaa..

Oh yeah, before the test, my friends and i had a conversation. Here goes:

Moonie : Is the Black Hole fact or fiction?
Me : It's fact. We all have a black hole. (Sticks ass out and points to anus)
All : Wahahaha...
Su or Jil (can't really remember) : I heard that the black hole's connected to the burmuda triangle.
Me : It is..! When you wear a thong..! The triangle's connected to the black hole and in turn connected to the black line (butt crack)

Yeah.. i know. Lame. Real Lame. So that just about describes me. I'm lame. And i admit it.
What can you do about it? Nothing. Get a life

Thursday, March 02, 2006

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