Time for an update ^^
So what caught your eye in the newspapers today?
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The PSC Chairman’s open letter was really quite well timed. If you don’t know what its about, check yesterday’s Newspaper. Basically, it’s about the qualities that the PSC is looking out for in its candidates, and something that really caught my eye was about how they don’t just want ‘yes men’.
I suppose in this day and age, for Singapore at least, people who want to make somewhat of a good impression will just carry on agreeing with you. So for example, lets say someone doesn’t agree with, for example, what VIP is doing, they’ll just go on and on agreeing. Not pinpointing. Not me either. Just an example.
But of course, by releasing the letter, it’s kind of expected that people will try to put on an even greater false front from now on, because they now know what to expect in a sense. LOL.
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There was also a section on knowing what you want. It’s really true I suppose, that no one knows what they really want. In a pragmatic society, you are naturally directed towards the aspirations of ‘doctor, lawyer, engineer’ or something along the lines. Of course, I’m not saying that you should go hippie and worship trees or something.
It raises a lot of questions to be answered by yourself. Which is why personality tests also never work, because you naturally know which slant the answers will take just by looking at the questions.
People should know themselves.
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Someone’s been busy lately. 
YAYZORZ
Haoyang, thanks for letting me use your iPhone during Patrol Corner
Half the battle’s won, and the other half is coming pretty soon.
In case you don’t already know, I’m through to the interview round for VJCIP. At which I find myself quite happy, so grats to all those who’re in the running too. Maybe if I get in I’ll even see some of my primary school classmates
Time to be revising what I’m supposed to be good at. It’s going to be embarrassing if I go to the interview and I don’t know a crap about what I’m supposed to be doing.
Victoria School’s 133rd Speech Day
Before we begin our post on Victoria School’s 133rd Speech day, please turn off all handphones and pagers, or turn them to silent mode, we shall begin with events before.
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Friday
I helped a little bit with the Angklung board for the RSP item on Friday. It was screwed at first, with pins constantly falling off and it looking, in Ibu Diah’s words, ‘like a school project’. But with her help, it ended up looking like this:
Applause!
So yes, that more or less ended my stint with the board. Although, from where I was, in the support contingent today, the anklung performance was actually quite good (:
Matthew, what are you doing with your hands down there?
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Saturday:
I could have looked like this:(Those who know me will know the story.)
For you readers: stop gazing in wonderment!
But instead, I wore my scout uniform. Actually, there’s no real gripes, because it was fun, but kind of sweaty at the same time. Not very pleasant, especially when people around you can smell you.
School was really quite spruced up today, with potted plants dotting the foyer. The veranda*totally wrong usage of word* looked quite nice. They had turkish kebab for the reception too!
The kebab machine
The rehearsal for the prize ceremony took a painfully long time. Seriously. 2 hours of just sitting there. To add insult to injury, I was made to be the ‘model’ to demonstrate the walking path for receiving awards. When Mdm Tang announced ‘Okay I’m going to get a model to demonstrate the walking…path. Francis?’ everyone started sniggering.
The fancy food points.
After that, me and Tristen met up with Yong Jia to collect our food. Oh btw, people are urgh. You’ll find out why in the 2nd paragraph after this. Mrs Sharma and Mdm Farrah were giving out the packets of food for collection, which were meant to be consumed later at 4pm. Naturally, we collected it. BUT DID NOT EAT IT. WE JUST COLLECTED IT. LOL.
So we changed into our scout uniforms at about 1.45, reported to the hall for attendance taking and proceeded to the auditorium. Oh btw, the face zapping thermometer took 5 tries just to get my temperature. Must be malfunctioning.
The hall.
Then in the auditorium, once Mr Tan Wil Beng found out that we had collected the food, he decided that it was something to scold us for and by some magic predilection he chose to give me his best questioning face and tone as to why ‘I’ collected the food packets mentioned above. He acted as if I stole the food -.- Oh, the irony, the drama.
The aforementioned also scolded people for not bringing thermometers. He was like ‘didn’t I put it in my email?’ then Daniel Kong was like ‘no sir you didn’t ‘ He started going, ‘who said?’ until more people joined in the ‘no sir you didn’t’ chorus. He couldn’t take it and changed the subject, saying that it was understood that we should bring our thermometer given the circumstances. Nvm, after all teachers are always right.
The marching part doesn’t really have anything to elaborate upon, so I’ll skip straight to:
School subject prizes for English and History. Bilingual and 1st in standard awards.
Prize presentation ceremony
The whole ceremony was largely uneventful, except the time where I was pulled up by Mdm Tang to receive a prize for a certain Iskandar, who happened to be Malay. Of course, the person giving out the prize was rather surprised that I was going up. Especially since I had just gone up to receive the school subject prizes.
Kop-ed from YJ. LOL.
The principal’s report was largely the de facto pat on one’s back. Then the GOH, Major General Ng’s speech was quite funny at certain points.The entire prize giving process lasted for like erm…an hour?
So yes, the concert segment was so-so, lasted for half an hour. The choir + band’s rendition of ‘I Believe I Can Fly’ was quite good, and the choir was actually audible, unlike previous rehearsals. Must be their new microphones.
The Dikir Barat was seriously funny because Hadi’s voice cracked. HA!
Wushu and Chinese Orchestra had the sort of mild disorder which brings about order. If you know what I’m talking about. The incongruity of certain parts of the melody and the stunts actually brought about cohesion ^^
Freestyle drill looked like erm…ok there was this part where they were stamping their feet in time to the techno music beat and it looked like synchronous dancing.
Indian dance wasn’t really my cup of tea. But looked okay anyway ^^
everyone crowding for the reception.
IMO, the most useful prize I received today must have been the $100 border’s gift card. Yay borders
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At the PB room, during the reception, me and Wei Ming:
started making fun of the fake English accents. Matthew started poking me and I said in pidgin :
“Ouch I am being violated do stop poking me it’s downright bloody uncomfortable, what?”
On the whole, speech day was quite a success
Slight Sentiments
The leaves of memory leave a mournful rustling in the dark.
The pages of sentimentality ebb away in the rippling moonlight.
The moonlight of solitude ripples across the rustling ebb.
The fire of passion extinguishes the water of indifference.
The cruelty of indifference upon the tired back of spontaneity.
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Descriptive language ftw. =’)
longyetshort.blogspot.com blogging Styles
I have no idea why I’m doing this entry, but I figured that readers would find it a more enticing read rather than just an entry about my own mundane life. On other issues, it saves a lot of embarrassment and unwanted people finding out about my life.
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From that sentence above, you could probably tell that I’m not in a very good mood now. If you can’t, well I’m telling you now. So anyway, my blogging style doesn’t really change, just that the way I phrase my words tend to have a lot of hidden meaning.
Something that seemingly refers to something that’s muddled up in my mind is something obscure that I don’t really wish to share.
So fact number 1 about longyetshort.blogspot.com :
Things aren’t always what they seem.
So now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s examine the content of my posts.
Let’s just hope that I’ll be able to work on my strengths and improve on my weaknesses. Like what one of juniors said, when you’re in the midst of school, you pray for the holidays to come. When the holidays are finally here, you wish that school was back. People are never going to be satisfied with what they have, so you use your disadvantages to your advantage, and use that urge as an outlet for self improvement, abjuring jealousy…
That’s an excerpt from one of my previous posts which embodies fact 1. But, either I’m deluding myself, or there’s something about the way I think written between the lines there. It’s somewhat about my way of thinking and the way I express it here. Recently I’ve had a leaning towards more complex vocabulary.
Thus, fact 2:
My writing style mirrors what I’m thinking right now.
The sanguine malodour of indignance
Sample blog title post. So yeah, it contains some words that you may or may not know. Together they don’t make much sense either. But they do.
Fact number 3:
You won’t understand everything.
Let’s say that I think this blog post is meandering and losing it’s direction now.
Actually, I always blog when I listen to music. Right now I’m listening to David Cook. It’s kinda melancholy and actually bursting with emotion. Maybe misguided, commercial emotion, but nonetheless somewhat thought provoking.
fact 4:
longyetshort will contain some contradictions and idiosyncrasies.
So yeah, you might have found out some things about me. Because really, for me, blogging is something where I just write down my thoughts. It comes naturally at my bouts of whimsical inclination. I don’t really plan what I want to blog about. It’s like a public diary, because that’s the kind of attention seeker I am. Not really.
It’s kind of weird. I personify certain things and use very obscure words to characterize them. For example, I once said that a certain instrument lacked a sort of mellow majesty. Something that empowers you and lifts you up yet sets you down with its grandeur.
It has to be said though, that all these statements somewhat contradict each other in their own special way. Yet they all fit into a cohesion.
Just like the title itself, longyetshort. Somewhat of an impasse non-sequitur.
Fact 5:
I’m glad if I’ve thoroughly confused you with this entry.
Go figure.
It’s been a while (: [V 2.0]
Actually, I don’t really know what’s the point of posting. Does anyone actually read this O_o. 11 hits a day. damn.
Oh well, your greatest critic is yourself. On that note, I’m going to make an effort to change my blogging style. More flippant stuff coming along soon 
Today was quite funny. I found Ms Virgil Chew’s wallet in the canteen. At first the 2Aians were eating, then I just walked around the table and saw it. Then I asked ‘eh whose womanly wallet is that?” Then Joseph said it was his.
Obviously not, when I opened the wallet and I saw several neoprint-esque black and white self portraits lining the wallet -.-
So I went up to the staffroom and a classic conversation followed.
Me: ‘Hello may I speak to Ms Chew?’
Ms Chew: ‘Hello?’
Me: ‘Ma’am I think you left your wallet downstairs’
Ms Chew: ‘OHYEAH OMGOMG OK THANK YOU CAN YOU BRING IT UP?”
Me: ‘Ma’am, I’m already upstairs.’
Ms Chew: ‘Oh…right. Who are you?’
Note: I have never been taught by her before.
Me: ‘ Rambles off my name’
Ms Chew: ‘oh yeah…ok…erm….ook….I’m coming out now’.
Weird.
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So yeah, if you’ve seen my MSN personal message, you might be thinking what I’m talking about, drawing various body parts.You might be wondering what kind of weird fetish-eque inclinations I have. Rest assured, I have none.
I missed Bahasa Indonesia lessons on Wednesday for Time not so well spent Speech Day Parade Rehearsals. Annoying, because had I known that there was BI I would have gone. Air conditioned comfort of a funny classroom over standing for half an hour I’d say.
Which brings us to the topic of Speech Day. Being a reserve emcee thrown about here and there is no fun ): But actually, I haven’t done anything. So its not so bad xD
The awards given are kind of funny though. Either they totally don’t understand the definition of Bilingual, or they took English + BI results. I hope its the latter.
B4 for Chinese, mehs.
Love Drunk: Boys Like Girls
Top down in the summer sun
The day we met was like a hit n’ run,
And I still taste it on my tongue
The sky was burnin’ up like fireworks
You made me want you, oh so bad it hurt,
But girl in case you haven’t heard
[Chorus]
I used to be love drunk, but now I’m hungover
Love you forever, forever is over
We used to kiss all night, now it’s just a barfight
So don’t call me crazy
Say hello then goodbye
There’s just one thing that would make me say
I used to be love drunk, but now I’m hungover
Love you forever, but now it’s over
Hot sweat and blurry eyes
We’re spinnin’ on a roller coaster ride
The world, stuck in black and white
You drove me crazy everytime we touched,
Now I’m so broken that I can’t get up
Oh girl, you make me such a rush
[Chorus]
All the time I wasted on you,
All the bullshit you put me through
I’m checking into rehab cause everything that we had
Didn’t mean a thing to you
I used to be love drunk, but now I’m hungover
Love you forever, but now I’m sober
[Chorus]
Walking in Memphis
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy — won’t you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I’m as blue as a boy can be
Then I’m walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered ’round his tomb
But there’s a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room
(Chorus)
They’ve got catfish on the table
They’ve got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven’t got a prayer
But boy you’ve got a prayer in Memphis
Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would –
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said –
“Tell me are you a Christian child?”
And I said “Ma’am I am tonight”
(Chorus)
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
