End of Race.

This is like the last leg of the race

Just that you are frustrated with your inability to run.

You don’t know why your leg is only walking,

Or why it can’t simply just run.

Of course your leg is spoilt,

But you don’t know how to fix it.

Sometimes you just feel like stopping

Or perhaps chopping it off.

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But persevere,

The end is near.

It’s a matter of winning the race,

So just hang in there.

Be determined to win it,

and know its a million dollar baby waiting for you.

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So just bite your lips

Endure the pain

Keep that frustration under your legs

And use that remaining, dying energy

To just run,

Walk,

Or hop over the finishing line.

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Just a little more…!

designideas

i’ve come up with yet another design

its an architectual idea this time.

and of course i think its really nice

problem is that i cannot draw.

so…

after the exams,

i hope i’ll find the time and money

to make models

models of my mental models

models that present what i can only create in my head.

there’s already another one pending,

now there’s two!

one’s of tennis,

the other of a house!

Mooty – Job Done

Mission Accomplished.

Matthew Chan Zhi Jian aka Mooty has finally done the chinese project website.

I’m so proud of it and him i must publicise it here.

It’s quite classy to me, so screw what you think!

http://singaporechinesemedia.blogspot.com/ 

The Considerate Uncle: thinks about others before himself – literally

Let me paint you this picture:

Sbs Transit bus service number 166 from KK Hospital (where i boarded) to Thomson Plaza (where i alighted).

An uncle is listening to his coolio sony ericsson and is seated just at the exit door. He was seated on the outside of the 2 seats and beside him (i.e. the inner seat) he had given his bag and a plastic bag a comforatble seat too. The bag was no bigger than an a4 sized file and his plastic bag, those tweeny little ones u find.

Well, i boarded the bus at KK hospital after my training. The bus was pretty full, with all the seats taken and about 5 of us standing, including me. i was standing at the exit door.

the next stop someone had to get down and it was a little squeeze for me to let the guy down. the next thing i heard was the uncle saying, “move in lah boy”. i ignored him or at least i appeared to have ignored him. i did so for 2 reasons. first, he didn’t seem to be talking to anyone in particular. i didn’t make any eye contact with him and he said it rather softly. but i knew he was talking about me. secondly, i didn’t feel like complying. i thought he was irritated because my big tennis bag must have nudged him in the process of letting that guy down. but it wasn’t as if i butted him in the face. and anyway was the big bag my fault? haven’t you seen big tennis stars carry big tennis racquet bags because they hit big winners and break their strings big time and thus need a big number of tennis racquets? But since the person who occupied the seat behind him alighted, i decided to take that seat (behind him) to move out of the way and be considerate. afterall, i was blocking the way a little.

the next few stops, i was still in a mood of defiance. then i noticed. i noticed the big fat (yeah right) bags occupying the seat beside him. oh so now the considerate you who had asked the inconsiderate me to move in is now being so considerate by putting your puny little 2 bags on the seat beside you?

one of the stops later, i couldn’t have asked for more. an old man boarded the bus and he moved down the bus and came upon this considerate man. he asked him to remove his bag so that he could sit (the old man asked the considerate man to remove his bag so the old man could sit). well, the considerate man reacted so slowly the old man said nevermind and moved in to stand. me? i realised i should have given up my seat so i could have the last laugh.

well… what can you expect. the next stop, another old man boarded the bus and again, asked to sit on the seat where the considerate man’s bags had occupied. same thing happened, but this time i was fast to give up my seat. i just stood there sniggering to myself. well well well… what do we have… and then i noticed. all the seats on the bus was taken up by people except for his 2 little bags. yes i mean he is the only one who was hogging seats.

and then a blind woman boarded the bus. lucky for him, someone else gave up her seat before the blind could get to him. but that was not it. the next stop, an old woman and 2 old men boarded. someone diagonally in front of this so considerate uncle gave up her seat for the lady. but those 2 old men still did not find a seat and that ever so considerate uncle still had not removed his bags.

just before i alighted somone else just behind that uncle gave up her seat for those old men. and by the time i alighted… his bag was still sitting in luxury. i wanted to give him a smirk just before i alighted, but well, the bus was too full for me to. sad…

so the seemingly considerate uncle who asked me to move in, did not deny his bags the right to have a first class seat, and instead let 4 old men and 1 old lady plus highly possibly 1 blind woman find another seat during the turbulant ride, even though everyone else around him was giving up their right to a firt class seat ticket? that doesn’t seem to add up, does it?

The end of year

Its in to the second week of term four and where have we? the end of year of course. well in both sense of the word/phrase, it really is coming to the end of year, sadly. and even sadder is the fact we’ve got exams – the end of years to be exact. the amount of studying is humongous. Sadly again, due to the fact that i’ve been studying very little this year, i find it weird to study for the end of years. if it were sec 1 or 2 i’d already be worried about it. But now, its like another exam. but it isn’t. its 40% of the whole year’s work and i’ve barely started 3 weeks away. i think its time to get down to business, serious stuff.