I don't quite get your question! What do you mean by DIY stuff?

Well I just read a lot. Nothing fictional though but thats just my personal preference! And I made sure I understood what I read (comprehension skills). I also read deeper into controversial gp topics that were interesting to me. Gp is also rather heavy on language skills so make sure you practice and continually sharpen them in your 2 years in JC! It's important not just in GP but also in many other facets of life to be sensitive to the subtleties of language!

I am in both Law and Business. Haha. But I'm thinking of just sticking to Law. Well, both interest and practicality. :)

It's a bit of a blessing, a bit of hard work, but mostly learning how to appreciate what I have. :)

I used to love it.

I still like it.

But it kills off any remaining abs that i might have.

First of all, what would you define as an awesome life?

I would define it was one that's fulfilling and meaningful.

All of us are born in different situations and with different blessings/abilities. Definitely, this might seem to play a huge role in determining how awesome our lives are. "Oh my look at that guy, rich, good looking, happy family,has everything he wants."

Looking beneath the surface, I realise that while these things seem important they all fall by the wayside once we shift focus to the individual. It's not so much about what you've been given by life, but rather what you do with it. I would say that an awesome life isn't defined by anyone else rather than yourself, and at the same time the value that an awesome life brings can't be appreciated or enjoyed by anyone other than yourself.

Therefore the key to having an awesome life is...... yourself, as corny as it might sound. Count your blessings, appreciate the little things in life. Make the most out of your abilities and resources. Work hard, play hard and at the end of the day when you look back and say "My goodness, how did i do THAT." You know you had an awesome life.

From Wikipedia:
"Sisu is a Finnish term loosely translated into English as strength of will, determination, perseverance, and acting rationally in the face of adversity. However, the word is widely considered to lack a proper translation into any other language. The literal meaning is equivalent in English to "having guts", and the word derives from sisus, which means something inner or interior. However sisu is defined by a long-term element in it; it is not momentary courage, but the ability to sustain an action against the odds. Deciding on a course of action and then sticking to that decision against repeated failures is sisu. It is similar to equanimity, except the forbearance of sisu has a grimmer quality of stress management than the latter."

It is something I aim to embody!

I NO PLAN TO GO. RANDOM GO. BESIDES I THOUGHT I'D FIND YOU THERE HAHA.

Thank you! :)

Awww Thanks! :)

Yes they are over! Surprisingly I did better for the NUS one than the SMU interview, even thought SMU's was more like a chatting session and NUS was more of grilling. I just hope everything goes well, still waiting for the reply! :)

Anyway I received a ton of questions on my choice of studying Law, shall get to addressing all of them soon! Meanwhile, PICTURE POSTS ARE COMING.

Whoops! Well I guess admiration would be a better word than jealousy. I mean, if my friend has everything that I ever wanted I'd definitely be all starry eyed. It'll be more of being filled with wonder as to how my friend does it rather than anything negative. And I'd definitely wish he'd continue to succeed so I could learn even more from him. What's there to get jealous about? I'm not in a competition with anyone.

I've never really encountered this in my life though. I mean, each of my friends will definitely surpass me in certain aspects and fall behind me in others! I've never really met someone who has achieved everything that i ever wanted. Even if I did he'd probably be a lot older than me and I'd probably just want to find out the manner in which he achieved everything. Besides, my dreams are constantly changing.

I DON'T EVEM KNOW YOU BUT I LIKE YOU ALREADY! Well I'm 166 officially on my NS Records. Not THAT short, but definitely not tall! I've got no qualms about my height though.

I don't club very often. It's expensive, screws up my sleep cycle and my health a little.

However, it can get galactically fun if I go with the right people. Plus if the DJ's good i get serious eargasms. I like it when it isn't packed to the brim so I can unleash my inner groove demon and boogie like a retard. It depends on the crowd too.

I'm okay with clubbing. It's fun, but there are tons of other equally entertaining things to do.

I SHALL TRY TO ANSWER THE REST OF THE QUESTIONS THIS WEEK. TRY.

She's fine with it and if I do go it'll be more of my safety and health that she'd be worried about! Even so I'd refrain from going just so she'd have a peace of mind. :)

Yep, wish me luck! (:

Hello there!

I'd presume that you're asking this in the context of having that particular person not wanting to be mine.

Well if that person really does mean a lot to me, I guess I would be able to, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't feel disappointed/ bitter/ sad! It's the same heartwrenching feeling I got when say... my mum swiftly broke my heart at the tender age of 5 with a quick but deadly 'no.' despite my incessant please of "BUT THIS PLAY-DOH BURGER MAKER IS AT 40% OFF! )':"

However, after the initial stages of sorrow and hopeless grief, I'd realise that 'Hey, that burger maker isn't EVERYTHING!' In my momentary infatuation with the burger maker and its awesome sesame seed bun moulds, I was blinded to the fact that HotWheels also existed, and the same vicious cycle repeats itself whereby I'd await the next opportunity (sale) to pitch proposals to my mum to buy the next new awesome toy on the pretext of "Saving money for the family cause it's on sale."

I never succeeded though. But that's besides the point.

You see, no matter how nonsensical my previous analogy seemed it actually makes some sense. (self-five) At this point of time in our lives, we're much too young (I'd presume you're around my age because this place of rambling is slightly over nonsensical for an adult.) to know if something is "EVERYTHING THAT I EVER WANTED." As we grow and learn our opinions and perspectives would change and along with that our desires will follow suit. Heck, when I was 5 my criteria for my future wife was "Long-Haired, Must no stink or drool."

So the point is.... don't be too upset when someone seems to mean the world to you doesn't end up yours. It's just fate. You'll meet people as you age, and if you keep looking back at what could've been yours you might risk overlooking what actually is meant to be yours.

Disclaimer : I am not an authority in this I don't even think I qualify to answer this question because I've met someone who everything I seem to have ever wanted and well, she's texting me on the phone now.

She's my burger maker. ;D

Yes, I got slapped in the face and I hit my sister back in a sibling fight at the age of 14.

Unlike you sir, I wasn't born an angel in a tuxedo.

Neither was my family born as fairies in Neverland, and on earth, siblings do actually brawl once in a while!

Well at least when they're young.

"u gt a problem?" :)

It all started from a little squabble between me and my sister over the computer when I was 14. It soon escalated into bitchslapping and shoving after she smacked me in the face. Obviously being bigger and stronger she realised that physical wasn't the way to go because I'd always bitchslap harder than her.

So... without my parents knowing she wrote into my school complaining that I was violent and out of my parents' control (pure nonsense) and things were blown wildly out of proportion. I was called up from class and brought to the tables outside of the staff room where this middle aged spinster of a teacher wildly berated me about how "vicious", "ridiculous" and "terrible" I was, when I didn't have a single clue what was going on.

After getting the wind of things, I tried to explain the true situation multiple times, and each time I was treated to a screeching "YOU KEEP TRYING TO STATE YOUR POINT WITHOUT EVEN LISTENING TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!! LEARN TO LISTEN!" which was galactically ironic.

Realising that it was hopeless to get this witch to wake the hell up, (I should've just called my parents up, but I was 14 and didn't wanna disrupt their work.), I sat there trying to meditate while she screeched along.

When she was satisfied she finally let me off to the hall, where the rest of the cohort was situated. In comes the ignorant DM and once again I was hauled out for another yelling session.

" I SAW MISS **** YELLING AT YOU. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MAKE HER SO ANGRY, SHE IS A REALLY NICE LADY!"

Already extremely fed up with what happened over the past 3 or so hours, the last thing I needed was yet another ignorant self righteous bloke berating me for something that was absolute baloney. So I responded,

"WHY DONT YOU GO ASK HER YOURSELF?!"

Which was met with a scrunched up expression that was red with anger and a

"YOU ARE VERY DARING AH! YOU BLOODY BUGGER/BAR GIRL."

and further berating.

So being extremely pissed off with these grown ups acting like retards, I vented my anger on them in my blog with a myraid of personal attacks directed at both educators.

My sister, who I didn't know was aware of the existence of my blog, copied the entire post and sent it in to the school.

(Whenever I relate this story to anyone they always go "Why would your sister do such a thing?" Honestly, till this day, I don't know. It is rather saddening/ disaapointing thought but that's besides the point)

This time things really got out of hand. But basically to put succinctly, I was treated to more yelling from my DM, which included "COME LETS TALK LIKE TWO MEN IF YOU GOT ANYTHING AGAINST ME SAY LAH!", and I was subsequently made to delete my blog in the presence of my DM. After reading my flaming post, some common sense finally showed itself in him and he realised something was amiss with my sister's complaints. He gave my parents a ring and realised that he had been acting like a total ass. To sum things up, I was given an hour long lecture on proper usage of the internet by my Vice-Principal, who was quite a gentleman about it actually.

Eventually, my sister was finally subdued by my parents and that about sums my story up.

I got away unscathed, albeit with sore ears from all the yelling, but I lost all my previous nonsense blogging memories from 2003-2006.

Nope I didn't! So many memories! I merely shifted it somewhere else. This is a totally new blog which calls for totally new content, writing style, etc etc.