So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
- Bachelor Girl
the enjoyable part was :
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN BEN!!
it's ben's birthday today. we got him a mango cake (THANKS EDI, IT WAS LOVELY), then kalai and i got him a gift.. 2 gifts actually. a pair of flip flops from new urban male (which he kept nagging for) and a pencil box (which he also kept nagging for). he's using the pencil box now in school, we had the handover ceremony right before GP. haha. good bye old OP pencil box, HELLO MYUK. haha. then joshua splattered a slice of cake all over ben's face. hahahaha. i was like: OH MAN.. THERE GOES A PERFECTLY GOOD PIECE OF CAKE.
hahaha, what the heck. all in the name of good fun.
the bad part came.. sigh... i don't really wanna mention it or talk about it.. it's just too..tiring. i just hope people don't judge one another by what has happened. and you know FORGIVE AND FORGET.
there's this saying.. by Henry Ward Beecher: "I can forgive, but i cannot forget; is only another way of saying, i will not forgive. forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in 2, and burned up so that it can never been shown against one."
there's another one by Thomas Fuller: "he that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself, for every man has need to be forgiven."
sometimes, some things are better left unsaid, as Einstein said: "if A = success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keeping your mouth shut."
i'm not taking sides by saying KEEPING YOUR MOUTH SHUT. it goes for both sides.
to you, that person may not have had the right to peach on everyone, to that person, you had no right to do what you'd done.
both parties should fully accept the consequences of their own actions like mature beings. no point cursing and swearing. what's done's done.
i just want people to stop brooding over it all.
life is too important to be taken so seriously, and it can be summed up in 3 words: it goes on.
so let's just stop all this nonsense and grow up.
no need for revenge, no need for hatred or anger. just...
STOP.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
it's been a wicked week down under.
cool weather, blue skies, funky environment and great fun.
of course it's good to be back mate, but i can't say i didn't enjoy myself there.
AND... I'M RANKED WORLD 8TH FOR 16-18YRS GIRLS INDIVIDUAL KATA.
EAT YA HEART OUT MATEYS.
so, here's what happened in my life from the 15th - 21st of this month.
DAY 1
flight at 9.20am from Singapore to Sydney (darn early)
when we got there, tis about 7pm, but the skies looked like 10pm. weather was cool, so it was quite comfy. cabs were aplenty, so we had no difficulty making our way from the airport to Darling Habour. we stayed at Somerset as always. it's like my dad's favourite serviced apartments. so... the food at the serviced apartment didn't look too...palatable. so we made our way to chinatown which was 3 blocks away.
it's wicked! CHINATOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF SYDNEY. AHA, how cool is that? ok, the food was... so-so. a bit too salty. just A BIT. so anyway, we trudged back to the apartment and stopped at bread story and convenience stores along the way. the fruits were bloody expensive, and my dad as always bought the weirdest breads...
i mean, NORMAL PEOPLE like MOI, pick stuff like sausage rolls, pizza thingys, choc bread, etc. what does my dad pick? GREEN TEA BREAD, ORANGE CROISSANT, some weird concoction that i refused to go near. BIOHAZARDOUS.
then i asked the PMSY GAY, oh i mean, GUY at the reception how to get to OLYMPIC PARK and he was like: oh you gotta go down that road to blah blah blah george street blah blah blah the right blah blah blah no no, the other right, blah blah blah Townhall, blah blah train's the fastest way, blah blah, oh it's easy blah blah blah, change trains, no don't change trains (???) change trains if you want to ( HUH -.- ) then you stop at Lidcombe and you're there. -.- SIGH...
that was about it for that day. slept pretty well.
DAY 2
woke up pretty early. went to Townhall station to catch the train to Lidcombe. best part is: WE GOT ON THE WRONG TRAIN. ended up in Concord West. some really really rural area. so... we had to wait 1/2 an hour for the next train to come to bring us to back to Strathfield so we could change trains to Lidcombe. told ya it was rural. -.-
at Lidcombe, we had to change trains to the Olympic Sprint train. from there on it was quite straightforward. went all the way to Novotel (yes, it is a hotel -.-) where the registration was taking place. so many people.. South Africa, Scotland, Serbia&Montenegro, Germany, USA, Japan, Canada, India, Sri Lanka, Laos, Thailand, Sweden, Trinidad and Tobago. just to name some of the 40+++ countries present at the competition. we didn't even have a Singapore sweat suit. i's quite sad man. but it was ok. so... hung around, tried out the arena, trained for about 2 hours, got geared up and then it was back home to rest up before the big day.
DAY 3
the BIG day.
i was so so nervous. i got up super super uber early just to make sure i was there on time. had to sew on my number tag to my gi (karate uniform) and i was so cold and numb that i kept pricking myself with the needle cos i was just so cold and my fingers were not listening to the brain. my dad was trying to calm me down. was not working... heh. and you know EVERYONE'S A LITTLE BIT RACIST. so.. just cos i was ASIAN and NOT JAPANESE, all these *ahem* people, were disrespecting me man. i felt out of place, out of focus, just OUT. i thought i was gonna get kicked out on the first round yo. i felt i was unlucky. i had 3 elimination rounds, unlike some others who only had 2.
i remember walking into the arena. woot. it was packed. it was cold. it was frightening.
they go by a flag system. RED (representing AKA) and WHITE (SHIRO).
first up was KATA.
so, 2 competitors will go up onto the competing mats and one will be wearing a red cloth around the waist, the other will have no cloth. then they will perform the same kata randomly chosen by the chief judge from a deck of cards. there is 1 chief judge at the front and 4 sub judges sitting at all 4 corners of the mat. once the kata has been performed, the whistle will be blown and the chief judge will blow the whistle. the 4 corner judges will raise either the red or white flag depending on who they felt did better. the chief judge will then decide who won that round by raising his flag.
my first elimination round was against Therese from Norway. HEIAN SANDAN.
i was RED, all 5 judges voted red. PHEW.
second was against Nikki, a friend i made from Scotland.
i was WHITE this time, again all judges voted WHITE. HENG AH.
third round, my friend Rosemary from South Africa. ok...i'll admit, i was scared, she was good.
i was RED. when the judge blew the whistle, the 2 judges in front of me voted red, but i couldn't see the 2 behind. i was so nervous, it felt like an hour. then the chief judge raised his flag. RED. OH MY LIFE. I WAS INTO THE FINALS!!! YAY YAY. i found out later that all 5 judges voted RED, woot.
but i lost my nerve in the finals which really pisses me off, but ya know, i'll live. next time, i'll do better.
8th's good. X)
Kumite was horrid. i'm so glad i was eliminated in the earlier rounds. even with that, i still managed to bruise and bloody my left shin, as in literally bloody my left shin. i have no idea how the skin tore. but the bruise went all the way to the bone yo. the medics thought it was fractured or broken at first cos everything went numb. girls had bloodied noses, carried off on stretchers with oxygen masks etc.. man... it was VICIOUS.
some guy even popped his collar bone, it was one of the most horrifying sights i've seen up to date.
so after all that, i went to this function at one of the convention centres in the middle of nowhere at the olympic park. not much food though.. sigh.. i love my food.. especially when i hadn't had a proper meal the whole day. didn't get lunch cos the queues were way too long. so that was that.
anyway, the rest, i'll tell you if you come and find me and ask me, cos i don't really wanna bore you with more details or continue, cos then this entry might never end. haaha. and dinner calls. so, YES. i'm BACK, bigger than ever mateys. SO WATCH OUT. XD
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
right. well. i'll be back. i kinda miss not being able to stay put long enough. but after this trip, yeh, i'll be staying put for a long while.
but at least it's sydney this time and not bangkok again. well... cheerios.
have fun, but not too much fun, i don't wanna miss out
and as someone said: don't do anything i wouldn't do.
packing packing. how tedious.
i'll be back on monday Terminal 2, 5.45pm(most probably drag on til 6pm), flight SQ232, for anyone who might wanna come down.
NAMELY DISHA AND BEN and someone else i hope'll be there (but you probably won't see this post and you need to study anyway).
sigh.
well, til then...
cheers.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
you MOBS.
have an awesome day! X)
from the one and only 'AMYLEE'.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
i've been gone for like 4 days and everyone's gone NUTS. like INSANE, and absolutely NONSENSICAL. like what the *toot*??
(i notice i use the word "like" a lot of times.) *in a hillbilly accent* - for added effect: so amercanised yo.
ok anyway....
i'm back after 4 gruelling days in Bangkok. my limbs are dysfunctional. so for all those reading this and will probably see me in school on monday, some pointers:
1. DO NOT ASK ME TO CARRY BOOKS OR FILES OR OTHER HEAVY OBJECTS FOR YOU- anything more than 1kg is considered heavy. i believe the aunty at the fruit drinks stall has a weighing scale.
2. IF YOU DROP SOMETHING, DO NOT EXPECT ME TO PICK IT UP FOR YOU - you might end up having to pick me up instead
3. LIFTS aka elevators WILL BE MY BEST FRIENDS, DO NOT BLOCK EASY ACCESS TO IT - or be prepared to have your ass whooped. when there is a will, there is a way.
4. SLEEP DEPRAVATION WILL BE LIKELY, RESULTING IN QUEER MOOD SWINGS, HENCE, DO NOT GET ON MY BAD SIDE - that's normally the left.
5. BUY ICE CREAM FROM ME ON MONDAY - or face the wrath of MS SANGEETHA. take your pick. it'd probably make my day better too. (take note: be at canteen from 1.10-1.50pm. - key this into all mobile phones NOW)
6. IF YOU SEE PIMPLES ON MY FACE, DO NOT POINT THEM OUT. I'M NOT DAFT, I DO LOOK IN THE MIRROR BEFORE I COME TO SCHOOL - if you do point them out, so help me, you would have incurred the wrath of amy lim. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
yes... just some pointers.
SO ... ANYWAY, on a lighter note,
i'm alive and other then the above mentioned, i'm feeling well.
i've missed everyone lots.
i'll be away from tuesday again.. for about a week. to kick BUTT. B-U-T-T. BUTT. (pardon me, i just watched Akeelah and the Bee on the plane.
sigh, not really looking forward to travelling again. i don't like being on a plane in general, makes me feel uneasy and i despise the smell planes have. ugh. makes me sick. and now with thewhole bomb plot, all the more a reason to feel uneasy. i have to be grateful at least it's aussieland i'm going and not europe. still.
this'd be the 6th time i'm packing to be away from home this year.
1st was when i went to Bangkok for Siam Karate Camp
2nd i went to NUS for Pre-U Seminar
3rd to Bangkok again to train with the Thai team and Omura Sensei
4th to KL for my grandfather's birthday
5th to Bangkok for training again, in which i just got back today
thus tuesday'd be the 6th time.
if we have an end of the year holiday, i might just faint.
anyone wants souvenirs? find me before monday's out.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
so you should know that if you spew something like that out, i'm bound to find out.
and when i do, things don't stay pleasant.
of course i'm not gonna go picking a fight with you.
the fact that you wanted to pick a fight with me, you already lost.
just watch what you say,
just because i won't pick a fight with you,
doesn't mean my friends won't.
what goes around comes around.
karma'll hit you hard in the ass when you aren't looking.
i don't need to assist it.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?
And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
NO!!
Something's getting in my way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be
Try to find out what makes you tick
As I lie down
Sore and sick
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
There's a fine line between love and hate
And I don't mindJust let me say that I like that
I like that
Something's getting in my way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be
Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love
Die for anyone
What have I become
Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place
In the diary of Jane
The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin
you know that thing called friendship? you're so bad at it, i have nothing to say. thanks for ruining one thing i so strongly believed in. YOU.
you told me you'd never hurt me.
you told me you'd pick up the pieces if i broke.
you know who you are.
.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
but i find it amusing to see how different people have become and i tend to humour myself by observing them and taking note of any... more...prominent situations. there is no good or bad to it, just change. it's not definite and it cannot be measured, one would be ignorant to read it as such.
you know how in the first 3months of junior college life, every gets real close and bonded and then the second intake comes in. the second intake is, to me, refreshing. i recall how a particular dear soul came up to me one break and started lambasting away at how irritated and absolutely frustrated he/she was at 2 other dear souls and how he/she abhorred the idea that they were all taking the same subjects and one happened to be in his/her form class. that was in March. Now, it is July already, and he/she cannot stay away from those 2 souls. they're always seen together.
in my opinion, i'd say that's a good change. it's always better to have less enemies. one less enemy is one less battle needed to be fought.
then you have those who absolutely hated the idea of going to ACJC, and dreaded every minute from the moment he/she alighted from the vehicle to the moment he/she sat down in the hall and had to sit through countless talks. i stand guilty. well, seated actually, since i am typing this. but now, i sit corrected. i may not be as pro-ACJC as others or as into the whole Methodist - Christian culture, even though i am by the religion on my birth certificate, a Christian, i feel for the school... or more accurately, i feel for the people in the school. the ones who've made my life so enjoyable for the last 8 months. i couldn't have asked for anything different.
i was reminiscing a while back and my dad quite suddenly questioned: if you could go back in time and do it all over again, how would you have done it?
and i replied: i wouldn't have changed a thing.
there are bad times, good times, weird times, queer times (happening more often nowadays, we wonder why HAHA.), loving times (yes, i love you too.), agitated times, frustrated times, ecstatic times, mugging times (heh heh heh, i say what?), etc....
if i were to go back and change things, i might not have met you, i might not have learnt what i have, i'd be a sheltered naive child with no clue as to what the world could offer.
time paradox.
sure, i might've been hurt less often, but that'd mean i'd have been missing out on so much more.
i guess i'm going into this whole reflective mood, 'cause there's so many activities abuzzing that i just need time to let out my thoughts. nothing's wrong with me, really, although i might seem a bit more moody in school than usual.
quoting, "just whack".
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
it has become like.. walk ow walk ow walk ow.
stairs and i aren't on good terms. neither are slopes.
i need a massage...desperately.
double GP followed by double Chinese.. then single break, Biology test - DNA & Genomics, single Math, single break, then came single Chemistry (Ms Ng was absent, so we got an extremely funny teacher Mrs Tan-Lim, whose memory for names is frightfully accurate), then Project Work, which is the bane of my existence next to Econs. ew.
then i proceeded to limp all the way to Oldham Wing's staffroom 3 to get my duffel bag from Ms Azlina's cubicle. she's so so so so so nice and sweet for letting me dump my duffel bag there. i didn't want to have to go lugging it around all day. haha. THANKS DISHA, for helping me carry the blazer and assisting me in my attempt to climb stairs in the morning.
then... met Krish at the pull up bars where we bumped into Jit, who started nagging Krish to study, YAY JIT. do it more often.
so the old man and i went to town... mainly cause he lives there and i had training there. again, i hate slopes. AHHHH.. and stairs.. AAAHHHH. ok.
training was fine... except my legs cramped up midway through a kick and i collapsed, how embarrassing... thankfully no one saw except my coach. phew.
anyway... i'm like... having a pretty good week.. A for GP test, B for Chem test, I'M ONA ROOLLLLLL... picking up from terms. my term grades were like the sound an ambulance makes. i've been going for ssp's every other day. sigh yo. but i mean, i'm starting to study.. the feeling's good, where you actually know how to answer the question and the fella next to you doesn't... ok, pure evil i know... but Will was sitting next to me, so that analogy doesn't really apply, YOU ONE SMART ASS. hahaha. no really, he's SO SMART, HE'D MAKE EINSTEIN FEEL STUPID. haha. hardworking too.
okok, i think i'll go die on my bed.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.
just before her promos in J1, her mother passed away from a stroke and just before her A level examinations, her father suffered from kidney failure. as if that weren't enough, she also happened to be colourblind, which is, as she put it, "rare for a girl". this did not stop her from taking chemistry and biology which as all science students would know, requires you to state colour changes etc., and pass her driving test on her first attempt, considering she is red-green colourblind. she told us about how she managed to overcome her obstacles and though i'm not one known for appreciating dramatic and cheesy and cliched moments, i will admit that she really made me sit up and listen. it wasn't because i was feeling sympathy for her, like the guy sitting in front of me, nor was i thinking "that must suck!" like the girl behind me who exclaimed rudely: "HER LIFE IS SO SCREWED UP MAN."
when i heard that, the first thing that came to mind was, pardon my finch, "how the eff would you know what screwed up is? screwed up is your attitude towards her."
i just felt admiration for her. sincere admiration. it was that feeling that read: i want to be like her. not that i want to have family problems or mishaps, i just want to be as strong as she is. to be able to have gone through so much and yet be as capable as any other individual and perhaps even more talented than those who aren't colourblind, it just makes you want to say: BOOYA!
haha. something along those lines anyway.
well, she's going on to be the pioneer batch of nurses to get a bachelor in the sciences. her mother was a nurse.
that aside, i managed to make it through auditions unscathed, and i've gotten in for the main speaking cast and dances for Beauty and the Beast (end of year production), so..BOOYA. haha. ya'll HAVE TO COME AND SUPPORT AIGHT? ahaha. it's the queerest script i've read all year. but the dances are awesome. haha. but the fact i'll be missing 2 dance rehearsals worries me. i do want to get a nice part.
anyway, here are some of the wonderful people in it:
aini
cecilia
liying
adeline
DISHA!!!
maggie
kritty
chinny
ji dan kenneth - maybe
vicky
benC
tuhsar - perhaps not say, "WONDERFUL"... lol. oops.
noel
glory
rose
and many many more that i just cannot remember at this point of time. cos i really should be studying for bio, which is stuck in my head. THE GENETIC CODE.. it is degenerate, a triplet code, universal, punctuated and non-overlapping!! heeez.
i love the boy with the bio innate talent. or so he says.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.