Just a lil update, for those who want to know.


I'VE GOT MY OWN COM!! (Pardon the caps. Very happy you see.)


Anyway, the space it has is as large as my mp3 player, so that's not very good. And it still doesn't have an internet connection. But its temporary. Heh.


On to the main topic of the day! More JC bitching!

So one week, erh or nearly there has passed by since the block test(not blog test please people), and tales/signs/facts of the cohort not performing well has been buzzing around the school, liek its nobody's business. Come to think of it, it is nobody's business. But its weird. How can the whole cohort do badly, when I see half(ok that's exaggerated) of them busy mugging away? Unless they're just pretending to do, which I seriously think no one in the right mind would want to pretend to be studying in front of people who don't care, i.e. people who are not your parents, teachers, tutors or if you're lucky, your "dar dar". Yuk.

So I conclude, we're just dumb. But clever enough to make it into JC. Or are the O's just easy? Hm.. Food for thought. Not meant to insult anyone please.

Sometimes I wonder, is it possible for someone to be smart, and dumb at the same time. Highly probable. There's just this someone whom I know, regretably though, who thinks he's smart. Maybe he is. So why did he retain? (note: not an insult to all retainees, but ony him.)

Loser.


Frankly, I'm going to be spending most of my time either
a) at home,
b) in school,
or c) in the hospital again.

No I'm not sick. Except for that hideous lump on my face. Doctor diagnosed it as a probable cyst, and I'll have to report to Changi General Hospital next week for some reason or another. Maybe its a epidemical cyst. Panic.

The thing about hospitals. Why dowe have to wait so long, but the actual meeting with the doctor takes only less than 10 mins? Like today, I went for a follow up with my doctor/surgeon who operated on my knee. So I reached there at 2.30pm, 15 mins earlier than my appointment time. I ended up waiting for 1 and a 1/2 hrto meet him, and after flexing my knee for less than a min, he annouced I'm recovering fine, and next appointment's at December. Whole process took less than 6 mins, which made me decide that the $55 bucks I'm paying is for taking up space in the waiting room while waiting. Should have gone to Chinatown and be Cheena. Save some money. Darn.

I hate my face. The thingy on my cheek. Must be karma.


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Odes to Nice people, aka me. Heh. Do read through them. Not for my sake, but for all the nice people out there. Really.


This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.

The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.


And we have

This was written by the girls of D-202 (Katness, D$$, AJ, and Suze-dogg) in response to the Ode to the Nice Guys

This is a tribute to the nice girls. These are the girls who are safe. The girls whom guys who have girlfriends are allowed to hang out with because they’re not viewed as a threat. These are the girls who dress respectably . . . they don’t go and get “skank clothes” and parade themselves around, catching the attention of every drooling, testosterone-filled boy on earth. These are the girls who are okay with going to chick-fil-a on a date, hanging out, watching a movie, playing a game, or doing some other low-cost, high-fun form of entertainment. Because after all, it’s really about the quality time that they spend with the guy and not the amount of money that is flowing from his pockets in order to please her every whim and desire (or so he thinks) during the date.

This is in honor of the girls who take the time to ask their guy friends “how’s life?” and to listen carefully when the answer is given. The girls who go out of their way to make cookies or cheer up male friends in distress. Yeah, we know “men are from Mars” and “women are from Venus,” but a simple “thank you” is pretty darn universal.

This goes out to the girls who must sit complacently while their guy friends discuss the “hotness” of the girl at the next table over. They watch as these guys date or lust over each and every self-centered, trashy, insecure, flirtatious, and flighty girl they come into contact with.
When asked, most guys say they would like to date a nice girl. However, when faced with such an opportunity, they claim that “I love her . . .like a little sister” or “there are no such things as nice girls. They’re all evil.” These guys continue to complain about how all girls are “manipulative” and “gossipy” and wonder why in the world they all go to the bathroom at the same time.

But, we must confess, there are guys out there who realize the value of their nice friends who are girls. These are the guys who should be praised for their willingness to go with the flow, hang out, and chill. These guys, however, fail to consider these nice girls as anything more than friends or to step up to the plate and consider them for a Saturday night date or the upcoming dance even though they possess all the qualities that guys claim they are looking for. But, a note to the nice girls. Eventually all guys will (or at least should) realize that they don’t want to have a relationship with a girl who wants all of their money and who will only date them until a guy who is better or more enhancing for her social status comes along. So, until those guys realize what is right in front of them, a word of encouragement to the nice girls. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of being treated like a doormat. In all honesty, you are valuable. Clearly, you possess qualities that cause your guy friends to want to hang out with you. The world needs your encouragement, your willingness to take part in spontaneous activities, your ability to continue to enjoy life even though you watch as countless nasty, malicious female sirens blind the nice guys with their alluring ways. For all of the random, frustrating, and seemingly non-sensical things you tolerate, don’t lose hope. Nice guys do exist and will someday realize that nice girls, who are not evil, exist as well. Fear not, your day will come. And perhaps your prince will too.



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My Princess.


They laugh at her funny dressing, at her books she reads,
They laugh at her boring hair, at her way she seats.
But I call her my princess,
Who cares if she fails her tests.

They laugh at my princess, they call her names,
They point and laugh and mock like its a game.
But I call her my princess, I will protect her,
She's mine to hold and I'll ride the waves till its over.


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Its official.


The bump on my face is a cancerous lump/ egg sac full of bugs that's gonna explode anytime and consume my face ala the mummy style.


Or it could be some overgrown cyst(yuk) or pimple.


Anyway~


Listened to TWE at S.C.H last night. And in case you're like juling, iits not school, its singapore conference hall. Man. Such a nostalgic feeling. Two years ago it was us in that seat. At VCH, feeling all fluttery and scared. Now its those kids turn. I really can't believe it. Its such a wow thing, you'll have to hear to believe.


I can vivdly remember that day. Lil me in sec two at NYP for the SYF judging. All nervous and tiny. Sigh. And how I felt like crying after we emerged, thinking I screwed up to cost the band a decent award. But what the hey. We did well, or at least in those days in was considered well, Though it is harldy comparable to today's standard in TWE, I felt top of the world to be part of the band then.


Something funny to end off this boring post. DARN unglam. Really.

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Though my pics aren't anywhere near to rival Roy's and his friends, I found some real nice ones in my old mail. Enjoy.












Nice?

They're all painted on flat sidewalks.


Such wonders of the human mind. And their hands.


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To Jiayan. And all those who reads this.


Life isn't unfair. And everything in life happens for a reason.


Nothing's random, nothing's an accident. There's a reason why we overslept, or why we broke a cup. There's a reason why you pet dies, and why your slipper broke. There's a reason why I'm saying this, and why you're reading this.


Nothing happens just for the sake for happening.


I'm glad I overslept last week, and left house late. If not, I would have had my head smashed by a bowl that dropped from someone's house right where I always walk out from my block. Life's never unfair. What we lose, we get back in some other way. You may suck in math, but you're great at making people laugh; you may be the fastest runner in the world, but you may never find a moment to smell the roses and relax.


Like me, I have a bad left knee, but I guess I'm blessed with good company and a loving family. I may suck in my studies, but I know I make people feel good, at times at least. Or maybe some unfound talent I have in my hands that I've yet to see.


We all make sacrifices daily. We sacrifice sleep, the time to spend time with friends, the chance to say hi to your pet hamster, the money to some charity when we could have bought sweets with it. When we sacrifice, we give up something, and pass it on to another person. When we sacrifice sleep, we give up sleeping time to spend time with others. When we give up time with others, we give time to ourselves and to others others. It's all in a cycle.


What happens happens. It may not be the biggest advice we'll get in life, but what happens happens. Like your econs exam. You've just done it. Don't bother with it till it comes back to you. What's the point of going nuts realising you've got question 15 wrong? It's not going to get right if you stamp your feet twenty times. When we say things we don't mean, or hear things that we don't want to hear, all I can say is forget it. Hate and jealously and all those similar is like holding on to something hot, like coal in your hands. You hurt no one, but your own palm. You hurt someone, when you hurl the coal. Why do it? This is something I've yet to grasp fully.


Last thing. Feel sad, be sad and get over it. Weewoo.


I have no idea why I'm sying all this, I just woke up and felt all these at once. Wow. I must be some kind of miracle thinkers. Let's hope this miracles happen tomorrow at the maths block test.


I still haven't gotten my poem up. Darn.


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Band camp pics.. Weewoo.


Courtesy of Royston Ang. Weewoo.

http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2129295080

I'm reading blogs about band camp.


And I think I shall blog about it. Do you want me to? Of course I will.


I might even compose a song about it.


So basically, here's how it went:


Day before band camp, received call. Asked to plan confidence walk. Supposedly for the next day, but ended up to be on the second day of the camp instead. Walk had to be scary, but no screaming. Right.

Went to camp, helped out in games, planned confi. walk, and left.


That's all in a nutshell. So who's thanking the alumni now? The alumni themselves thanking each other. I'm still bloody waiting.

Can I say this? I really wonder, but heck I'll say it.

The state of the band is disappointing me. I'm sadden, if there's a word like that, to see the state of the band in that. Yeah, SYF all's that matters. At the expense of the others? Of the seemingly weaker ones, the secondary ones, of friendship, of bonds and of fun? Darn. I hate myself now for getting TWE a distinction. It has lost the meaning I saw. Maybe the direction has changed, but whatever it is, I DO NOT want to see TWE being another St Pats or whatnots, with all due respect.

TWE, is TWE. We are dynamic, we are preservering. We are special, we are the ones who make music fun. Where's the "we" in TWE now?

So besides the darn disappointing band camp, which I know isn't meant for a fun camp but heck, I've been really mugging. That's the only word I can think that describe what I've been doing. Studying, studying, and write write and read. For one thing, I know I'll still fail math. So what the hell. Its only for a few more months. Go on rick, I know you can. Weewoo.


And yes, I'm back.


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Today's Date: 06 march 2005

Name: Tan Hui Rong Rickson

Birth Date: 15th April, 87. coming soon peeps.

Colour of eyes: blackish brown. filled with love. bwahah.

Hair: like hay.

Height: shorter than guys, taller than girls.

Brothers/Sisters: one big sis that's sometimes nice, sometimes not.

Whenz ur bed time: 11 plus supposedly.

---------------HAVE YOU EVER---------
Ever been so drunk you blacked out: naw. just drunk with joy.

Put a body part on fire for amusement: ya. and i shaved my eyebrows too.

Been in a car accident : bike accident?

Lesson learn: that stupid people usually get their way. darn.

Been hurt emotionally: oh don't get me started. there was this time...

Ever had an imaginary friend: pauline and peter. and jacky. and sammy.

Cried during a Movie: never.. unless you count the tears from yawning.

Had a crush on a teacher: haa. wml.

Ever thought an animated character was hot? : woo. itachi. i'm gay, sue me.

Been sarcastic: you tell me. heh.

-----------------FAVOURITES-------------
Shampoo: some brand la. but conditioner's organics!

Day/Night: day. i hate nights. means the day's ending. and yet it also means day's coming. hmm.

Summer/Winter: Summer. Deft.

Drink: Vitasoy. and Chrys. Tea.

Food: nothing with too much bean sprouts or veggies.

Advert: dont watch too much tv.

Ice Cream: choc chips and mint. heaven is just there..

Subject: not chinese.

------------------RIGHT NOW------------
Wearing: clothes that i wore since this morn to study.

Eating: hunger. does that make sense?

Drinking: trying to un parch my mouth with salvia.

Thinkin bout: tomorrow's gp and econs test.

Listening to: Hurricane by the Scorpions.

Talking to: no one. Baolun just left the net.

Watching: tv's off.

-----------DO YOU BELIEVE IN-------

Yourself: at times, yes. at times, no.

Friends: depends on which friends. some just can't make it.

Santa Claus: he's as real as the tooth fairy.

Destiny/Fate: that's what I turn to when I can't make a wrong right.

Angels: Guess so.

Ghosts: Guess so.

----------FRIENDS AND LIFE--------
Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend: now? no.

Close friend/s? : currently, I can't say. I'm too lost by all that jazz.

Who's the loudest: hm. annoying can? Azhar. haha.

Who's the weirdest: got to be me myself.

Who do you go to for advice: Juling. Deft her.

Who do you think about most when ur not online: hm. not that I always chat with a constant person now.

Who do you cry with: its been too long since I cried to remember.

When you last cried the most: Refer to above pls.

What is the best feeling in the world: to be ulcer free, and sore throat free. and have food. good food.

Worst Feeling: with too much ulcers and sorethroats. right before concert.

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