the oracle

my felicity

2011-03-24T14:38:00.002+08:00

and the violins play on, faster and more intensely with each note drawn until it can only crash into the silence of the night.

and she runs, as hard and fast as she can. Against all motion, she runs. Above the sting of her legs, she runs. no stopping her, she just runs...finally, collapsing at the centre of the room. The mahogany parquet squeaking against her knees.

wanting to reach the exit, she pulls herself forward, her palms flat against the polished wood. pulling herself forwards, her legs a leaden weight, she pulls. she struggles.

drag.

there, she finds a pair of scissors, the thin stainless steel types. the ones people use to slit their breasts in the dark of the night or the types they ram down their throats on a hot thursday afternoon.

and she starts, cutting her hair.

locks of unhappiness fall to the ground and the vileness of the day disappears as if the vileness had previously crept down to the ends and i've just snipped it off, their lashing tongues, never a sight.

looking at herself in the polished mahogany, her hair is just hair.

her hair has ceased to be imagery or a cause for literary devices.

It is just, hair.

and she has found, her felicity.

but I, being poor, have only my dreams

2011-02-23T22:41:00.001+08:00

Si j'avais chiffons les cieux brodé,
Enwrought d'une lumière dorée et argentée,
Le bleu et le dim et les tissus sombres
De la nuit et la lumière et la pénombre,
Je voudrais passer le tissus sous vos pieds:
Mais moi, étant pauvre, ne disposent que mes rêves;
J'ai étendu mes rêves sous vos pieds;
Marche doucement car tu marches sur mes rêves.

recontre

2011-02-18T16:05:00.002+08:00

The ceramic beneath me is cold and unfeeling but that's just the way I like it. No frills, just support. Just what I need.

With every second, the cold is creeping into my body and my bottom is starting to feel a little tingly from the cold. I turn on my side but my elbow immediately gets in the way so I rest on my tummy.

Flat out.

It's not that cold anymore as body temperature and ceramic start to warm up to each other and I can feel the stress of the week ebbing away. Slowly, but surely.

All my insecurities, all the pain...

Just,

dissipating.

Going.

Gone.

collegiate lois

2010-09-02T15:35:00.003+08:00

Ah, I shall pay my blogging dues tonight!! Many have been asking me why I never blog anymore. To which I always give a standard answer, OMG. YAH. SORRY SORRY. SOON SOON.

Haha, I never see the need to give a reason to stuff I do or do not do. (Although sometimes I do for other reasons). I mostly just brush it off with an "oh, I'm silly lois- so I do silly blur stuff and I'm always sorry about it, not that I actually am silly or blur- excuse. It's just easier to tell people that or at least project the image"

Anyhow, this return to blogging has indeed made me chirpy, so much so that I'm onto the 3rd paragraph and I've yet to write anything substantial. How vain I have become over the months, no?

So, college started on the 23rd of August and its just been awesome so far. Granted, the workload has only just begun to pile but surely, the thirst for knowledge can't be too bad a thing. Our first ever assignment was a writing assignment to which I gladly accepted (for my speech communication class). The title,

"WHY IS COMMUNICATION A PROCESS?"

I'll give you some time to think about it. *Time given* Alright, now that you have a rough idea of what you want to write, here's what I wrote. Only a paragraph or so was needed but i thought I'd write a little more.

*Start of assignment*

This is why I think that Communication is a process.

Dearest Frank,

I love you very much. Every time I feel like giving up on life, I remember that you will be here to comfort me and life gets a little better. It is never easy being away from you but I know that only time is keeping us away from each other. Sure, you might be really possessive at times when you won’t let me get out of bed and yet pull me closer to you with your soft embrace. But I know that my love for you is genuine and will never change. I love you very much Frank. You will always be, my awesome fleece blanket.

But it never got the message.

This is why communication is a process because as much as we need a person sending the message, we also need someone on the receiving end. As much as I would like to have a meaningful relationship with my blanket through means of intellectual banter and pure love, I know that sadly, this is impossible.

For communication to take place, there should be a source, the message, the medium by which you will be transferring the information and of course, the receiver. (However, contrary to what most books and sources on the internet say, I dispute the fact that interpretation and understanding of information passed be counted as part of the process. Hence, I have omitted this from my process.) Having stated the pivotal stages in a communication process, I find it imperative to reiterate that there must be a source and receiver in communication to make it a process. This is why communication is a process and Obi Wan Kenobi’s Jedi Mind tricks from the Star Wars saga is not communication. (A form of mind control)

*End of assignment*

I know I know, its not much but hey, she only wanted one para and I'd already given her a little more than was required. Hope it made some sense to you all!!! I really liked it nonetheless.

Anyhow, back to college. It really is just a small campus with a row of 6 classrooms. Nothing fancy, nothing college-like at all but I wouldn't have it any other way. And really, when I say that, I honestly don't mean it in the Pamela Anderson living in a trailer park and saying she'd never live anywhere else cos its so awesome blah blah, I honestly and true to God, wouldn't have it any other way. The knowledge I've amassed in this short 2 week span about life and schoolwork has totally, er, pwned any local education er, thingy.

All through my Singaporean education(except when i got into the gifted education programme because they really didn't require much schoolwork knowledge, just how you process your thoughts), I'd been labelled as stupid because of my crappy grades and my refusal to memorize and replicate answers even when i fully understood concepts. Perhaps its too early to say but I honestly doubt college is anything like that. I've suddenly been thrust into a class full of international students and the world just seems so much bigger.

Happen to say "Oh, what a small world!" a lot? HAH, not a chance in college! Everyone's just so diverse and you can't help but feel a little excited of what is to come.

Just today, I was heading down for breakfast before statistics. Okay, let me just give you some background and put everything into context. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, 8am, I take this premium bus to the Central Business District which is where my school is located. Sort of. Anyhow, the bus usually drops us off at the Central Provident Fund building and I'll have to take the subway underpass to get to my school which is located on the other end of the district. Usually, I reach an hour early because I'm never tardy and I like to still myself before the day begins. (and i'm also always hungry lah. Read: breakfast!)

Unfortunately, early to me, 9am, is rush hour to the working folks who are click clocking and tip tapping their way to the offices. So, I take the escalator down to the subway underpass and all this time there's no one on the escalator down with me. There is however, two neat rows of well dressed people on the opposite side coming up the escalator. Each face more lifeless than the last.

Faces of women so heavily made up that God wouldn't know them even if he tried; Natures intentions all masked by the clumsy plonk of the powder puff and lines are erased in an instant. The men, so clean and polished just like the boys that they would laugh at back in grade school not so long ago, their hair slicked back with the toxic they called hair gel or some of the more fashionable ones, clay -_-. A myriad of corporate zombies just going on about the day's routine.

Soon, I reached the underpass and made a left. So maaanny peopleee. Ugh. I guess it wouldn't have been too bad had they just left me alone but then they started walking into me and my bag was just too mighty heavy, I would fall a few steps back every time. I just wanted to scream at them and say. HEY, WATCH IT LADY. But I held my tongue. I'll explain why later. There were no lines drawn on the ground, no arrows to say people walking in this direction keep to the right. There was no such thing. The only rule of the underpass game, walk or die. So onward I went. Looking into the eyes of everyone that passed me but they were all corporate zombies. There were a few bright sparks here and then who gave me a slight smile now and then but those were far and few between. I was looking at a zombie apocalypse and loving every minute of it.

This is why: There were so many ways I could have used to reach school or get to my breakfast hangout. Instead, I believed this was the best way for me. It really was just a matter of preference and I much preferred walking through the underpass with ceramic walls and granite floors. The many steps and escalators just fascinated me. This is why I chose this path instead of the "alfresco-traffic light-road" way. Its also why I chose the american college path.

The path to an american college is fraught with so many difficulties for an international student but still I refuse to be beaten by societal notions of how dreams are for cinderella and disney. I start walking this path and start getting trodden by all those who just find it easier to go to a local uni (I'm talking about those who just go just cos, not those that actually want to get into local education. I'm not dissing it!)They start coming towards me in hoards and I suddenly feel like perhaps going against society isn't that good an idea. But still, I persevere. Now, I'm in unchartered waters with no lines drawn on the ground. Which step I take next can only be made in confidence that my gut is sovereign and all knowing.

I never said doing this would be easy but the challenge of keeping afloat when life gets you down is an experience of a lifetime. Something I'd never trade for an easy way through life. I'm just happy I made this choice even when everyone was questioning me about it. I'll get there, and when I do, I'll be happy no matter the outcome cos I marked out my own future.

I'm the little singaporean girl that got away.

every door that slams in my face

2010-07-07T11:29:00.002+08:00

Every door that slams in my face, I will offer up in prayer;

So I give you every breath that I have, you can work miracles,

all you need is my, amen.

I surrender.

Take my fears, my inhibitions, all my burdens, my ambitions

you can use it all

no gift, is too small.

I trust in you.

I sometimes feel like there a thousand reasons why I should give up but I'm stubborn in the things I believe. Making this decision has been 2 years in the making but I believe that every step I've taken has brought me closer to the Lord and closer to knowing that miracles do happen. I'm sometimes so close to giving up but when I imagine the greatness that I can achieve, I get so motivated to carry on doing what I do.

It's sometimes so difficult when God plays such a silent yet important role in your life. You still your heart to hear God but hear nothing sometimes and people say, listen harder and you ask them how. It really is all about patience. Impetuousness? Forget it, you're just slipping down a slippery path of naysayers and nullity.

You know, its okay to cry. It's okay to just break down and bare your soul. I know it's difficult to stay true to your dreams ; what with thoughts of self worthlessness and hazy futures but it doesn't last forever. People always think that successful futures are the end points but they never seem to realise that our futures are all the tiny steps we take to get there. Its going to be difficult and crazy but that's what it's all about. Life isn't about choosing safe routes, it's about stretching your mind beyond limits you never thought achievable.

You want to go overseas for an education but have no money? Challenge yourself, take our loans, chart alternate educational paths, there's always a way out. No matter the challenge.

Lois, I know your thoughts and I love you all the same,

God.

parental control

2010-06-02T08:40:00.002+08:00

Raising kids is often a beautiful albeit challenging journey. Following my job stint with a childcare centre, I've been forced to think about the way I'm going to raise my children. Working with kids, I've realised that adults have acquired so many habits, both bad and good. Some as their means of survival, some as a societal mandate. If you raise a child and influence him in a way where these habits fail to exist, he would probably be slaughtered.

Take white lies for example, it really is a bad habit of many adults out there. Never teach a child that and what happens? Well, I'm not in an insanely pensive mood to wax lyrical about parenting. I don't have much of a voice or opinion on this topic. How could I possibly? It's surely not my place.

Parenting, ah, this is probably how I'll handle the wiping buttocks after you poop situation.

Me:- Daughter, use the tissue to wipe your ass, girl.

My husband:- Daughter, yes, listen to mother but don't forget to use water to hose down unwanted stuff stuck to your asshole.

Me:- Daughter, now you listen to me girl, you want to waste water like your father and kill the earth or do you just want to bring dead trees to their full potential, help them achieve their dreams?

Daughter:- erm, daddy?

Me:- MURDERERRRRRRRRRRRR.

Ah, my daughter will grow up well adjusted, surely.

prove it.

2010-05-24T08:53:00.004+08:00

Hello all!

I've graduated.

Honestly, it says so on my diploma.

I've graduated.

Prove it? It's not like I have eczema

I've graduated.

No, I shan't. I shan't start trying to prove it

I've graduated.

Now why, why won't you take my word for it?

I've graduated.

I'm equipped with skills both soft and hard

I've graduated.

It's true although I am no bard

I've graduated

I'm old enough to block out harmful distractions

I've graduated.

Now why, why won't you take my word for it?

I've graduated.

I've even gone for the Industry Training Programme

I've graduated.

I'm no student, I'm now called alumni, Damn.

I've graduated.

I've paid my dues, I've gotten my grades.

I've graduated.

Now why, why won't you take my word for it?

FINE.

THERE YOU GO. BELIEVE ME NOW?

See, in applying for a job, they don't care about waxing lyrical about your diploma. You can bring them through 3 years of your diploma and what you've done. You can even show them your expertise and experience but nobody wants to see that, nobody wants to hear about it. They're only just interested in your diploma. The tangible form.

Here's a toast to life after school. Whoo.

Who's your mama?

2010-05-09T14:57:00.001+08:00

Dear Mother,

It's Mother's Day once again and I have nothing but painful words and a heavy heart. They say that family dynamics is a vicious cycle of which I tried time and again to prove wrong. Alas, it was not meant to be.

I see families out on mother's day, celebrating their mother's unending and unconditional love for their children, but I see you and I see nothing but hate and pain.

I see only the times your face is twisted into an ugly snarl and your eyes glaze over with a vile hunger that only you could muster.

I see you and can only visualize the hitting, the whipping, the bashing. When will you stop? When will this stop? I plead and cry but no one hears, no one wants to busy themselves in caring. A child's cry is not to go noticed for it is but a child and therefore, unworthy.

I cannot see myself being loved by another for goodness comes in spots far and few. Goodness was a dream that was poured away years ago, like sweet honey trickling onto the dusty ground; Forever lost, forever forgotten.

I love not because I will not, I can not. It is too heavy a price I have to pay. My life is as such because you made it that way. My friends are naming their children after their own mothers but me? I will never name my children after you.

I will never name my daughter, Lois.

Happy Mother's Day,

Savannah

suspicccccion

2010-05-05T23:05:00.002+08:00

SUSPICCCCCION, SUSPICCCCCION.

THIS IS A NEW TERM I COINED AS OF 2307 HRS, 5TH MAY 2010. Please be as proud as me as I am of myself. It's just that I've grown increasingly annoyed with a certain public message announcement/ advertisement and I shall seek to expound on it in the following paragraphs.

There's this thingy I see pasted on the acrylic bus panels and it annoys me to no end because I look at our society and realize how uncivilized and uncultured they make us out to be and as every good article should; I've made provision for the opposing voice, hence, I shall include a small paragraph of (un)biased material for your consideration. Surely, since I'm a brilliant writer. (I lie, my writing score is way below average. Ah, I've got a month till SATs anyway. Besides, I'm mugging every day in May anyway)

Oh yes, so what is this offensive piece of literature (Read: shit) I see pasted in our buses? Here, I can't find a snapshot of it but its really just the Phua Chu Kang campaign thing of being gracious. So you find his face plastered next to the reserved seats saying "SLEEPING AH? DON'T BLUFF. GIVE THE SEAT UP". There's even a rap for it. They changed the words a little and on first glance, you'd think its cute and novel but when you sit down to actually think about it. Oh gosh, weak.

I mean, honestly, why instill this sense of suspicion in people around. By having suggested that, you've immediately thrown an anchor to anyone who could possibly have had a bad back, diarrhoea, terrible headache sitting on the reserved seats. I mean, honestly. If you want to educate the public about something like that, don't use the stickers as a fixture (which we know our buses are very prone to doing. Like oh gosh, don't punch the bus captain, paste a sticker. omg, no eating, paste a sticker. STOP PASTING BLOODY STICKERS EVERYWHERE. WE GET IT ALREADY. )

Back to my point, accusing people of bluffing is just really insulting and its really cheap. There are other ways, this was just brought about with good intentions, a quest to be different but surely with negative connotations. Kids will receive mixed messages, they'll grow up in a world where people sleeping on a reserved seat immediately means

a) they're dead

b) they're bluffing the whole bloody world

c) they're frigging tired cos they just pulled an all nighter

d) they've just finished dialysis

Ding ding ding and the answer to the kids of tomorrow is........

B!!!!

Because compassion and grace are surely concepts unknown of course.

Oh silly you, I'm sure you got tricked!!

Such are the ways of child psychology, inject a drop of negativity and watch it flower and sprout.

Yet, do we shield the children from such negativity altogether? Ah, they'll grow up and make choices. Lets leave it up to them. To that I say, bullshit. Don't give me that.

Do you, expose your child to porn and graphic images of murders and say Ah, they'll grow up and make choices. Lets leave it up to them.

No, i don't think so.

Too adverse a parallel example you may wonder, well, look at it this way, you make a child grow up in an environment where he knows no other way, I'm sure the choice when he grows up will be clear as day. I have no choice but to choose to be suspicious (or be addicted to porn).

I'M REALLY NOT DISSING THE PERSON WHO CAME UP WITH IT LAH. ITS JUST THAT, I DON'T KNOW LAH, THE REFLECTION OF YOUR HEART IS THE MEASURE OF A MAN.

Okay, and as promised. that tiny (un)biased paragraph just for you people. Deep down, I implore those that are really reluctant to give up their seats to those in need to just give up the bloody seat. I'll write you a testimonial, I'll give you a chupa chup, I'll make Michael Jackson come back to life and sing a song to you. Just give up your bloody seat and make this world less suspicccccious of each other won't you.

AHA, BUT SOMETIMES AH, I DON'T FEEL LIKE GIVING MY SEAT UP COS OLD PEOPLE SCOLD ME AND SAY "WHY? YOU THINK I SO OLD AH? YOU YOUNG PEOPLE AH..BLAH BLAH BLAH" when i try to give my seat up :( and I get saaad :(

Ah, I've surely gone on for quite a bit now and I really wanted to cover 3 more angles but there's work to be done tomorrow and it was a long day at work today so toodle-loos.

And just for fun, SUSPICCCCCION. Why have I spelt it such?

Love and kisses,

the Oracle

i am the kaypo queen

2010-04-26T10:05:00.002+08:00

lots of people have been asking me what I'm doing now but there is so much more to glean from that when you put it into context.

Recently, there was someone who asked me what I was doing now and I replied with a soft "I've just graduated from Temasek Poly". To which he replied "WAH PIANG, YOU HOW OLD ALREADY, ONLY JUST GRADUATED". Taken aback, I just launched into my defence mechanism of "EH, OMG. DON'T LEH, I SHY LAHH."

Inside, I was dying.

You see, I'm not sure if I was affected by it because what he said which had been laced with so much ill intent(although executed in a joke) or if that had been cumulated with the fact that I was ashamed of my space in life. Take for instance had I not been ashamed of having graduated from a polytechnic, would I have replied in a soft wavering voice to begin with? Would that have led to me feeling poorly about myself because of what he said. Granted, his statement was a breeding ground for the power of association to ruin you but if you were truly confident of your course, you wouldn't have been affected by it.

You see, this is the thought process of lois. "WAH PIANG, YOU HOW OLD ALREADY, ONLY JUST GRADUATED".

Immediately, the neurons start hopping about to isolate "old" and "already", both of which held negative connotations.

Old meant that I was slower than people, that I was behind people, that I'd wasted an extra year of my life when my peers had already moved on to college/ university education. Lois as of now would self annihilate within 2 minutes of processing this thought but someone with confidence and trust in the poly system would have immediately gone, WAIT A MINUTE, that's one extra year of work experience, life experience and hands on that my junior college peers never got to experience because they were too busy studying about Hitler being a total asshole or that ovaries are found in both women and flowers. (HAHA, PANSY.) or that Hitler had ovaries. Wait, that can't be right. Hmm, who cares. I never went to a junior college to study subjects as such, I wouldn't know. =x

Already just meant that my peers had gone on to accomplish things that I had yet to set eyes on and here I was, a fresh poly graduate.

I don't know, as much as I really felt like flicking that person who said that, I know that I'm partly to blame. Do I really want to name a crime a racial crime just because it was done to an african american when the offender in question just happened to first see an african american and didn't specially pick an african american to commit the crime on? Where do I draw that line? Is the sensitivity heightened because I am so emotionally attached to it that I don't have enough grace to let go of the knots in my heart.

People sometimes say I'm flaky and that I'm fickle but when you see life through my eyes, you see life very differently, no, I am not a weed smoking hippie and no, I do not see the world in psychedelic wonder. I'm just saying that when people see life, they see life as a good university degree, good paying job, promotions, family and people to send you off when you die. When I see life, I see fear, happiness, apprehension, opportunity. I'm clearly not judging them, it isn't wrong for them to think the way they do, just as how people shouldn't persecute me just because I think this way. It really is just about alternative thought processes.

I mean, lets just take a simple example. During my internship, I had to copy-type 67 page agreements. Granted, it would seem most boring but to me, it was an exercise of patience, creativity and quick thinking. Why so? I put it to you that there is only one way of copy-typing agreements? Yes? No?

I found a few ways to do it much quicker and more efficiently. Its how you look at it. It's really just about how you look at things. I can't look at trees and see them as trees anymore. I can only see trees and see strength and potential.

Then, I look at myself in the mirror but I don't see my peace.

My feelings now would be rightly summed up by this song sung by Rhordan whom I personally don't know (but Nicholas sent it to me cos he thought I would appreciate it and I surely did). This was taken from the Redemption Hill Musical and it touched me deeply.

Am I not to believe that

things would change for sure

that a story from old

has the power to turn things around

there was once a man who

lived and died for us

claimed that he is

giver of hope

could it be?

that this man i don't know from so long ago

might be calling out to me

should i believe what i'm told?

has my heart grown cold?

i can't hear through all the pain

and i can't take this step

if i don't know the way

give me a sign

let me know what to hear

courage to search for the truth in this mess they call life

amidst all the fear and confusion

a hope to go on;

there might be peace

there will be truth

there's something more ----

could this be hope?

hope, faith and the man I don't know.

2010-04-19T10:20:00.001+08:00

my life was never meant to turn out this way but it did and I must find the courage to surge on.

katy perry be good.

2010-03-01T08:42:00.003+08:00

I think you might shoot me.

I've always liked "Hackensack", a song largely popularised by Fountains of Wayne but recently, I realised that Katy Perry had done a cover on it so I decided to check it out.

AH! OMG. I just fell in love with the song all over again. Its like one of those things where you fall in love with a charm bracelet and over the years you wear it now and then but pearls come into fashion, or lilac gold comes into play and it totally overshadows the brilliance of the charm bracelet. Yet one day, one unassuming, i just want it to be a fine day, day, someone sends you a new charm and you dig out the charm bracelet and its love, all over again.

That's what I felt when I heard it again.

So, try to check it out if you can.

It helps that she isn't wearing a bra. hahaha.

And if you're really up for it, go check this out as well,

Alright, I promise, last song!! Well, this is one of her more popular songs so I think you've heard it before but it just sounds so damn good unplugged, I just HAD to share it.

and if you've not been persuaded to check out these three videos then I turn you away from my oracle with judging eyes. I resent your viewership and believe you'll trip over a rock on your way out the door.

Er, wait. Why would a rock be on the inside of a house. I really meant, on your way out. That's it. I HOPE YOU TRIP ON YOUR WAY OUT.

Okay this is the last video if you want t redeem yourself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1A5LKc5kTbc

and you know, in a way.

I feel so, lost.

the jungle girl

2010-02-18T14:35:00.002+08:00

Bindi Irwin scares me with her immense enthusiasm but I must say, she's one heck of a good entertainer. She's REALLY got the goods to back it up so I'm going to let the scary enthusiasm go. She's really grown into her own so take a look at this video and just agree with me on how immensely talented she is. Plus, look at the face of an angel (her brother, robert. sweetest thing ever)

This post is in memory of Steve Irwin who would have celebrated his 48th birthday over the next few days. Animal Planet's just not the same without you :(

x,
the oracle.

1.7321, mine forever :)

2010-02-16T11:47:00.004+08:00

It was to my great delight that I attended a CNY party yesterday. The hosts were a gay couple and I really have nothing against them even if my faith strongly condemns it. I mean, its not like I condone it but I love them nonetheless, this is what grace and love is all about is it not?

Yet, I think that what they have is sometimes so beautiful and even more so than heterosexual love because for one, they have to fight through all the persecution and secondly, go through a reduced pool of choices to find the one, it is indeed a tough feat to manage but I love how this couple's found each other and promiscuity does not seem to be in the equation. Anyhow, I was reminded of this poem and I thought I'd share it with all of you.

The Square Root of Three

I’m sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed

:- David Feinburg

So just in case all of you are poetic ignoramuses, this is the central theme of the poem; It's mainly talking about Homosexuality and the problem of finding gay love. Read it again with this thought in mind, if you are STILL unsure of what it's talking about... then erm..well. Refer to paragraph below.

The integers represent the heterosexual lovers out there and the homosexuals have a label on them, also known as the evil square root sign. Yet, when two of the same kind get together. in this case when two square root signs multiply, it disappears and they become a complete integer. I thought it was such a sweet poem.

My take on it however is that this poem doesn't have to be gaycentric, it could really be dedicated to oddballs like me or nerds like anne or just awesome musicbuffs like shameen. We're all just waiting for our own kind to take us away and leave all the integers behind.

Lastly, I'd like to leave all of you with another geeky endeavour that I had the fine chance of being exposed to. Compliments of fatboy91 aka Jerry Cheong. I'm secretly happy that not many people read the oracle anymore because as much as I want to share this next item with all of you, I don't want THE WHOLE WORLD to know it too. I want it to be exclusive. So people,

please solve this:

There was really supposed to be an equation here but the html kept screwing up and I'm terrible at this whole computer bonanza. Guess it'll have to remain exclusive.

x, the oracle

cny + valentine's day= ?

2010-02-14T09:06:00.005+08:00

I hate to admit it but I am a useless romantic, I deny it with every being in me but the truth is, I love the whole love thing. It doesn't have to be roses, it doesn't have to be chocolates (eeegross!), it doesn't have to be a result of societial commercial imposition on love.

No, it could be a newsletter with all the grammatical errors circled with a red sharpie, a comic strip, a self structured poem about the evils of mediacorp programmes. It really doesn't matter, make it out to be your own, something that only the two of you can share. That, is love now isn't it? It's a love, shared by only the two of you and no one else (except PAP when they issue out baby bonuses, i really love that. It makes me feel like an undercover surrogate).

So, I daresay. Run the risk of getting hurt 'cos if you fall you can pick yourself up again but if you haven't loved, you haven't lived.

We now interrupt this post to bring you a WISE statement.

CNY + VALENTINE'S DAY =

DATING THE MONEY IN YOUR HONGBAOS (a.k.a red packets). hurhur. come on, you gotta love the girl.

and well, because I still have faith in love and that it'll come knocking soon enough if I just wait patiently. Idealistic me, sometimes hopes that should that love ever turn sour, this would ensue. I think THIS is actually love at its purest.

So, from the oracle to all of you hopeful, faithful, idealistic romantics out there who just never want to admit it,

Hey, have a happy, Valentine's Day

... and well, don't think. Just do.

the mandatory birthday post 2010 edition

2010-02-07T21:59:00.002+08:00

HELLO EVERYBODY!

TODAY WAS JUST BRILLIANT! :) There was just so much love around, ugh, I'm so incoherent now. My 20th was just wonderful. I mean, it wasn't exotic with Venezuelan models caressing deadly reptiles whilst dancing on bar-top. No no, but it was filled with so much love and care. You know, it was just brilliant.

I mean, its really not about what was planned, it was the effort that was put into it; like somewhere before today, you were a topic. People were actually actually discussing ideas on how to make you happy (or else, dictating others to do so. Either way, its greatly welcome)

This birthday though. I thought I'd touch base with something I'd been meaning to talk about. As you all know, I grew up a christian girl and I always had the faith that God had a bigger plan for me. I know that some of you aren't christian, that's okay. This isn't some kind of preachy religious post, its more of a pensive about religion, secular post. Well, this is just it.

THE BIGGER PLAN.

Turning 20 was something really big in my life and it stressed me out to no end. They say that 21's the real deal since it's the age of majority but I say no, the real deal's our 20th. It's that transition period,it's that time for change in the making. Its like a workshop for brilliance and I was afraid that Brilliance would not wait for me.

I was doing my quiet time this week, in all seriousness and in the stillness, I had a real Benjamin Button moment when I started to piece together timelines of my life. Every little thing happened for a specific reason, no matter how small or insignificant it may have seemed. A chance meeting, an annoying fly, my compaq getting wiped out by the blur father figure, IT ALL HAPPENED FOR A REASON.

You see, as insignificant an event may seem, it'll definitely illicit some form of thought. This thought is then transformed into a figment of a root (idea/problem) and this root grows, extends, deeper into the ground. All these roots grow, strong and healthy, in succession and in quantity till you're this impenetrable web of thoughts.

Read: life.

And, God planned every single thing.

My stress was not in vain.

Basically, I'm just presenting to you the most superficial of my thoughts, cliche and commercial. Please, I'd be insulted if you thought that this was the extent of my thought process. Oh honey, there is much to know but I'm never going to let you know that! The mystery is part of why Lois is awesome!

So, here's a 19-20 transitional photo. Words undermine.

Dear Rupert Grint,

2010-02-06T17:33:00.002+08:00

So, I've decided to write a letter to Rupert Grint and pray that he googles his name on a daily basis. I shall enclose a paragraph just filled with his name and hope it turns up as the first result on googlesearch. Hmm, I might just write out the letter and send it over to Rupert. O as I endearingly call him, Grin-ny.

Rupet Grint
c/o Actual Management Ltd
27 Mortimer Street
London
W1T 3BL
UK

Alternatively,

Rupert Grint
c/o Harry Potter Productions
Leavesden Studios
P.O. Box 3000
Leavesden
Hertfordshire WD25 7LT
United Kingdom

Dear Rupert,

I'm all about location, location, location. So, I thought I'd like to start with a "Where am I on google earth?" link. Oh, i'm Lois by the way. Sorry about that. I sometimes forget about my name when I'm talking about location. Anyhow, this is where I come from--> http://www.maplandia.com/singapore/ <--I'm not a bot, I'm still Lois. Anyhow, I'm from Singapore. So, hello!

Well, and contrary to popular belief, Singapore is not part of China, neither is it attached to Japan and it surely isn't part of Malaysia. (Well, not anymore at least. Post '65 and all.) With all due respect, I'm not doubting your intelligence in any way by telling you just where Singapore is. No, no. I just fear that your agent might be standing behind you, feeding you with inaccurate information about Singapore. So I thought I'd take the liberty in quashing all possible doubts before it escalates into a complete misconception.

I now pause as I have been suddenly hit with an oh-so-horrific-realisation that your agent might be standing behind you reading this letter or worse still, you might not be Rupert at all. In which case, HI MR/MS/MRS AGENT I/C OF RUPERT, I apologise once again for discounting your intelligence in any way. I do not doubt you in any way but I was just wondering if you would be so kind as to let me have tea with Rupert some time.

IF YOU ARE INDEED RUPERT, PLEASE SKIP THE NEXT 3 PARAGRAPHS OF LITERATURE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND CO-OPERATION.

I promise I won't be Yoko and try to break up the Harry Potter trio. No no, IN FACT, I'll be totally with you on this. If Rupert ever just wants to hang out and blow off work, I'll give him the cold shoulder and make him go back to work. SO HONEY, YOU'VE GOT THAT COVERED.

Plus, if Rupert and I ever got together, I'd persuade the Singapore Government to gift me to the United Kingdom. This of course, would strengthen Anglo-Singapore bilateral ties.(which might I add, you mr/ms agent singlehandedly accomplished. I believe this calls for a beam-facing-the-world-cos-its-a-really-proud-moment)

In addition, I have enclosed health records of my parents and myself just so you know we're not dying just yet or have a history of schizophrenia. Whichever may seem to hold a higher priority where the safety/financial status of Rupert is concerned. Please note that all these health records have been fabricated 'cos I couldn't be bothered to call up the hospitals for an appointment. OH, WAIT. I'M KIDDING! I really just needed more words to fill up this paragraph. One line was just not going to cut it.

In any case, this is the paragraph that you should continue reading if you are indeed RUPERT (which I sincerely hope you are) So its me, Lois Goh. Anyhow, I know you're a busy man with loads of fanmail so I've decided to introduce myself in bite sized info. Plus, i've also attached a pre written reply that you can make full use of by choosing the appropriate multiple choice answer. This way, you won't need to waste so much time on little ol' me.

1. My favourite colour is green. However, I really really like yellow too, but only on Saturdays and well, black on Sundays. Please don't judge me. Erm, care for a jellybean?

2. As a girl, I grew up never stepping on any cracks. This has sometimes caused me to take hours just to walk a short stretch. While I've mostly grown out of this bad habit, I sometimes relapse, much to the bane of friends and family; but no, it is not obsessive compulsive disorder(like most people would normally like to self diagnose and associate themselves with just to feel special and significant) I reiterate. It is ONLY A BAD HABIT.

3. I chop off locks of my hair when I'm really sad or really happy and always give the same reason after, oh, I was bored. I change my hairstyle every few months to pretend like I'm some sort of asian enigma.

I'm really just an only child.

Once, when I was 9, I chopped off a substantial amount of my hair and realised that Felicity Porter had done just the same thing following her break up with Ben. (WHY DO I KNOW THIS STILL?) At that time, I believed I was an extraordinary child destined for greatness(since I had had the right sense in cutting my hair, just like someone from the WB network had told felicity) That thought has since been quashed and the author currently resides in sunny singapore with her parents.

We now interrupt this letter with news that the author's birthday is in 2 minutes. If you want to read more, date me Rupert.

Date me.

life, a journey through eternity.

2010-02-01T08:45:00.002+08:00

okay, this is so unlike me. I'm posting something within 2 days of my last post. I believe I may be falling ill soon. Haha, anyhow, I thought I'd just share this video with you.

well, it made me feel all strange and funny inside.

wonder how it made you feel.

hmmm?

x,
the oracle.

p.s it's rage against the machine day today so my friends, please go forth and hurl abuse at machines today.
example: WHY WON'T YOU WORK YOU FASCIST SCUM! YOU F***ING COMPUTER. I F***ING HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU LIVE FOR. DIE, BITCH, DIE.

okay, I shall go prepare for my advanced civ pro finals now. toodle-loos. F*** YOU SHIT PRINTER.

where does the water come from?

2010-01-29T22:28:00.017+08:00

Hello, I have a very, VERY thought provoking question for you.

Are you ready? (Well, no. That's not the question. Okay, I'm going to lay it on you now..)

"WHERE DOES THE WATER COME FROM?"

I approached this with absolute consternation. Well, okay, okay, I don't think this is fair to you. Here, let me take you back a few hours.

It was to my great delight that my Trusts Law lecturer sent me to the School forum to have a dialogue session with the director of the Business School this afternoon. I'd been to enough forums over the past 3 years to know what to expect. This time however, I was on the other end of the spectrum; You see, I'd always been emceeing such events or moderating forums. I never really was, just one of those students in the forum, or an event for that matter. I always had a purpose, a role to play.

So, here I was. 29th January 2009, 1700hrs in a theatre full of indelible young minds; I took a seat right at the back, hoping to just sink into oblivion and make it worth the while, sleeping no less.

1700HRS-1730HRS.

Tick tock Tick tock

and I'm getting really restless. I can't sleep because of all the insane chatter and, erm, might I add, preservation of self image. So I start to fidget and bite the side of my thumb. (its this really bad habit which I never grew out of that REALLY annoys the people around me to no end.

It really just starts with me sucking at the side of my thumb(I won't tell you which side because I'm sure you can figure out the ergonomics of my hand anatomy ) like a chicken wing; then, surprise surprise, I start to gnaw at it like a 3 year old to a piece of hardened gouda. Don't worry, the effect heightens. I start to nibble and then. ugh, I chew. There, the good, the bad, the ugly.)

I'm mostly done with both hands and I really can't take it anymore so I lay my head down to rest and just as my right ear comes into contact with the table in front of me, (like an avatar and its bitch becoming one with that hair amalgamation, they call "feelings".) the useless emcee says "Good Afternoon".

Ugh, and I wake almost instantaneously.

1730HRS-1745HRS

This is usually the part I fear the most (from experience) cos its the OPENING SPEECH. This is the part where Directors establish rapport. OH, my gosh. SO, damn brutal. I know that we should see the effort instead of the results but sometimes, it's just so painful that you cannot JUST disregard it just 'cos. You know? Okay, I know you get me 'cos I just have THAT much faith in you. Anyhow, a few weak attempts later, our Director turns to us in all seriousness and tells us that HE HAS THE RESULTS OF THE STUDENT SATISFACTION TEST<-- surveys taken by students after every semester to make sure they love TP.

I couldn't help it, and I just burst out laughing.

I mean, come on, seriously. The results of the student satisfaction test was to the director as Haiti was, to the newscaster's face. Ah, he took it too seriously. Most of the replies in the test were upped anyway because we secretly knew that they were tracking our surveys.

Oh no, I'm veering. Okay, so it's essentially a forum and they quickly move on to the question sessions.

1745HRS- ETERNITY

So, the questions move along without incident, (though the questions which once started out quite funny, soon became rather annoying. ) I think I should expound on this prior bracketed point because its of erm, relative importance. It first started out as an innocent question about how our school should implement Physical Education into our current curriculum. (I give it to the boy who asked this question, he was TRULY FUNNY and I actually did laugh at his wit. Well, latent wit in any case.) After having answered the qn, the Board of Directors concluded that exercise is really one of those own agenda kind of things so they didn't feel a need to pursue it as yet.

I was quite happy with that question but noooo, some guy just had to ask a similar question. They think its really funny or something (If given the time for further research, I believe these are the same people that still use Ris Low as the butt of their jokes. Like, presently. These are the people that can't just, move on. Alternatively, it would not be bold of me to suggest that these people have IQs below 115. Well, we should get them tested anyway.) So, he asks, Why can't we reduce projects so that we can have more time to exercise -_-

The directors give the same answer.

AND EPIC BOY #3 ASKS,

"Er, Can our diploma be extended from 3 years to 3.5 years? This way we can fit in PE lessons. "

To which, I shouted (from my seat no less), BURN AND DIE, BOY WHO SAID THAT!! <-- Haha, Ah, okay. I admit. That wasn't very classy. I'm not proud of it children. That much I can say. Oh god, I'm so messed up. I actually got really riled at his "you get a slap across your face for being so stupid" suggestion.

Omg, dumass.

So I figured, 3 is a nice number to stop at. Well, er. it kinda did.

We launched into part 2 of this very bizarre event.

This girl raises her hand and rudely asks (rude in a very innocent -my-mother-didn't-teach-me-any-moral-values kind of rude, not the hi-i'm-an-arrogant-twit kind of rude) the directors,

"Have you ever drank from the water coolers before?" (I am well aware of the mistake in tense but people, THIS IS VERBATIM AND ITS TP for chrissakes!)

To which the Directors reply. Erm, no. we haven't.

She continues to prod and finally, she asks.

erm, "WHERE DOES THE WATER COME FROM?"

and I just think this is such a joke that I start to laugh. I laugh so hard that I start to tear. I tear so frantically that soon, I'm crying. and laughing. and crying, and sobbing. Suddenly, I'm this manifestation and brutal mix of all these inexplicable feelings. (Okay, I wasn't actually wailing or crying. I did tear though, just that no one saw. Aiyah, plus. my eyes were damn tired lah)

Okay, so this is where the whole point of the story is.

I can see my life in front of me. I'm at the crossroads, I have to deal with whether I want to go to law school or just do what I've always wanted to do and enrol myself in an american liberal arts college. This small voice in me just keeps prodding me to go to law school because that's where the money is but I know I would be settling if I did Law. I see the faces of the people that I indirectly helped during my internship. They flash before me. Yet, I know that this is not my purpose. I would probably be good at it if I didn't slack off so much but you know, I want to be free.

I want to be free.

And then I look at this girl, asking this question about water coolers during a dialogue session (that is essentially a session where issues on methods of teaching or systems structure is to be queried ) with people 2.5 times our age, Directors of schools, no less. And I look at my life set before me. Water coolers, Life set before me. Water coolers.

Take a few more hours going back and forth and you'll probably be right where I am now.

Underlying statement, there is NO CO-RELATION whatsoever.

I mean, when we take a step back and see the bigger picture, we start to realise that there are just so many more things in life than what we surround ourselves with. You see though, we must take that concerted effort in SURROUNDING ourselves with those very things. And it is in this very logic which compels me to choose a liberal arts education to read anthropology or sociology, if not for the very education. But for the surroundings and experience that I will consequently gain.

You may ask, what a risk you're taking on your education there. I retort with a nonchalant, education is really just beyond an institution. Its what you learn along the way that makes all the difference.

So, this is why I know deep down that my education as I know it, stops with my graduation from TP (in 2 weeks). Yet, my EDUCATION, is just about to start. It makes me excited, it makes me hungry and babeh, it's never felt better.

Okay. done.

So anyhow, just "WHERE DOES THE WATER COME FROM?"

Well, If I'm the water, free. Then honey, I don't know where I came from,

but I'm going to find out.

bombshell polka dots

2010-01-11T01:25:00.001+08:00

bombshell polka dots
Originally uploaded by deja_vu_vintage

PEOPLE. It's my birthday in 27 days. I HOPE YOU GET THE HINT. THANKS :)

turn to stone

2010-01-04T00:10:00.002+08:00

Have I told all of you how Californication has re-ignited my love for writing and the Literary Arts?

Anyhow, I admit that 2009 was not a good blogging year but it really just meant one thing. The author in question, being me of course had more pressing issues on hand. I'm going to be 20 in a month and 3 days. That's most unsettling. Surely.

I've been putting together my future plans and boy is it tough. One thing I know for sure though, Law is definitely in the bag for me. (Unless of course I ace my SATs then I'm going to just hop on the next plane out and take a liberal arts program like any other asian yuppie running away from the reality of supporting her aging parents )

Ugh. I believe I have just committed the cardinal sin of "bloggers of kindred spirit" by writing about my life; at face value; in simple and easy to understand english.

Nooooo. I have sinned.

I pray that 2010 be even :) than 2009. I managed to work through all the resolutions that I set out to achieve in 2009. I hope i can do that for 2010 too except, I haven't written them out yet. MAYBE 'COS I'M WAITING FOR MY DAMN DAIRY TO BE PRINTED. STUPID PUBLISHERS.

ANYHOW, THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT EVER COMMENTON MY BLOGPOSTS ANYMORE WANT TO SELL ME ACAI PPILLS OR VIAGRA. I guess this is how residents of a once flourishing town which has since grown cold and deserted feel. Rejected and shunned :( Boooo:(

Love,

The Oracle

back to basics

2009-11-22T16:43:00.002+08:00

I'm going back to basics, I'm embracing my talents. I want to get back to that place in time when I was sensitive to feelings and sexy with the words. I'm getting back to my writing.

This article really reminded me of what I loved best, writing.

Chapter 1- same spot; chalk and cheese

The solitary tree, which stood in the heart of the entire bustle. Eighty- four years ago on that very same spot, mankind was seen playing happily. Enjoying the pleasures of life. Joy. Pangs of nostalgia and streaks of reminiscence. I hanker after the ability to rhapsodize about the revolution, which took place over the period of eighty years, but to everyone's dismay, I fail to explain in optimistic ways.

On the whole, it seemed like a trapped utopia. Ego of mankind was inching its way to the liability of exploding, as discoveries became more cliché and akin to brushing teeth. Maybe, this to them was a sign of advancement. To a network of people who lived in an other time belt, it appealed to them as a bad omen and knew that this would cause the downfall of humanity. In the vortex of time warps and other elements, possessed many secrets. However, one of the more open secrets was of time travel. When technology advanced rapidly, it brought about many advantages such as time travel. Science allowed them to know that when radium, magnesium and potassium were mixed and burned at a high temperature then released off in the air, it changed the surrounding atoms and molecules. It created time tunnels which somehow penetrated the stratosphere and into another dimension where another civilization stood.

Now, the world had evolved into something more complex than it had been eighty-four years ago. It was made up of just seven civilizations yet concord and accord can never and would never be attained. Different languages, jargon, cultural argot, diverse starts and differences would never resolve to armistice. One civilization was like a nightmare of labyrinthine bureaucratic procedures. They were all fighting for each civilization's stars. Each had their own but greed for more land always got the better of them. They would embark on treacherous journeys only to find only to find more men get killed and stars not acclaimed.

They just did not realise that they were all invincible. Each civilization had their own strengths.

Lidane was the most subdued. They fought only when needed and tried its best to find peace wherever and whenever they could. Their once homosapiens had evolved to an advanced stage called the B23s. They lived on radium alone which calmes their nerves and prevented them from making impetuous decisions. In their civilization, there was equality of B23s. They had the same precepts. There was no chauvinism as in this clan, both males and females could go though child birth and also be breadwinner. Their perception of things had changed drastically over the years. There was a tinge of communism in their way of ruling. There was no hierarchy. Nobody was pre-eminent. On the whole, the B23s had no future, they had no identity, no life. This was their weakness. So near to impeccability and omnipotence yet wholly unable.

Yeah, I wrote this when I was 13. Imagine what these 6 years worth of perspective can bring to this story since I already have/ had the basics. I believe I'm coming back in a big way and honey, I'm excited as hell.

my life reduced to 9 post-its

2009-09-27T00:24:00.007+08:00

when i get it down on paper, its no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs too.

I mull a lot, its like a bad habit. I get bogged down by all these irrational thoughts and spread the toxic to those around me. Its what I do. Poison pawn! Poison Pawn!

I'd never give up the thoughts for anything though, without it; I'm really just an empty shell of, nothingness. Its been 39 days since you've been gone and I'm not sure if I'm more upset about you leaving or the fact that I understood and that I could have been of help had we talked about it. I mean, I sound rational now, I do.

No, I lie, I'm crumbling inside.

Today I was reminded of you and throughout the day, I kept repressing this line that kept coming back to me. Its like, every time I tried to repress it, it would come back to me, swifter harder; just raw and real. Its down the wrist, not across. Its down the wrist, not across. It's down the wrist, not across.

I get it.

I got it.

And everytime I thought I was going to be okay, the sick would just mount. Its even worse when all you want is to give your undivided attention to your company but all you can really think about are the little coloured glass bottles filled with your hazy past.

These bottles, they fill, so swiftly and quick. All carefully labelled and numbered for your reference.. as if mocking you and taunting you to break them, just to get out of the orderliness of it all. You fling these bottles against the walls and know the momentum will work with you but instead of the bottles crashing against the walls, you find yourself hitting the walls at an incredible velocity only you could inflict on yourself.

As you slide down the wall, with mucous, blood and saliva glazing your left cheek and upper lip. The sides of your mouth begin to curl upward and well, it starts softly at first and you can barely hear it. The sound, shy and perhaps, hesitant at best and you're unsure of what to make of it but then it intensifies and soon the laugh is full bodied and laced with an evil only the beasts of the Schutzstaffel would know.

You wipe away the mucous, the blood and the saliva (which has, given the time, started to mix and grow heavy) with your palm and look down at the mess in your hand. That beautiful mess. That beautifully painful, mess. Your lids start to close and you feel a peace rush over you.

It was never about you, it was always me, you say.

miss invisible

2009-08-18T00:21:00.003+08:00

People have always asked me why I've hated my years in Temasek and its just gotten to the point where I never know how to explain it anymore. I was on youtube the other day and I found this video which details like 35% of why I hate my time in school.

On a side note, I really love Marie's dress. Its as pretty as she is!

The run of the Crucible finished on Saturday and I can't help but be plagued with thoughts of what you would have said, had you been there. I'm sure you'd have been so proud of me. Its been a few years now, old friend and I still think of you softly from time to time. Its always hard to lose a close friend but even more so when the draw of theatre and performance was so close to both our hearts. You understood me. Sometimes, I bring my knees up to my chin and bury my face in my arms, praying that you'll come through those doors once again but I know that's never going to happen because you're in Heaven now. You've found your peace.

You once asked me what I'd be when I grew up, I told you that I wanted to be a lawyer, you shook your head and told me, I'd be beautiful. I can't help myself, my laughter gradually turns into tears and then, I can't tell anymore. I can't tell if I'm laughing or crying anymore, just a torrent of emotions all rushing out because it'll kill me if it stayed in any longer. Through the tears, the hurt dissipates and I've found my peace. I've finally found my peace.

Till we meet again old friend, till we meet again.

OMG.WEDDING FTW

2009-07-29T09:24:00.001+08:00

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the girl that conquered

2009-07-05T16:40:00.002+08:00

This is an exercise I'm trying out. Method acting the literary edition :)

i've always known this song and loved it but I never really fully appreciated it. I was listening to this song again this morning and I felt this ache of mounting failure in my being. I don't believe my ache stemmed from the contents of the song but more so the language of the music. Its like something in the music speaks to me about my past, present and future.

and I guess what pushed me over the edge,

all I really wanted to do was run and run and run. Just run away to that small enclave where the past, present and future are anti matter.

and you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair, full of broken thoughts I cannot repair beneath the stains of time; The feelings disappear.

if I could start again

a million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

(following paragraph to be read when "hurt" is playing from 2:32- 3:43)

I don't want it anymore. You can have it, you can have it all. Just take it. Take it away. I don't need it anymore!!! Take it. Take it! I like having simple wits, I like being ignorant to it all. Take it away. I DON'T WANT IT. GO AWAY. GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT IT!!!

i don't know how to handle it:(

just let me be.

End of exercise. Thank you for being part of my social experiment.

unsteady

2009-05-22T08:59:00.002+08:00

I'm unsure as to whether its the culmination of tasks or an isolated matter that's gotten me distressed. I won't say its distress in the most negative of views. No no, nothing silly as such. Its more of an unrest because you know you can handle the drama amidst a looming criminal pro essay deadline.

Someone remarked that I wasn't steady. Like, I was unsteady. *And lets just take some time for the moment of sheer stupidity to quickly flit away*

Okay, anyway, I was rather perturbed by that because honestly, I've always thought I was really well grounded. Sure, I think up different concepts, sure, I have different ideas from the rest of you but I'm essentially after the same thing. Aren't I?

Or am I mistaken?

No no, that cannot be. No, no, that must not be. Terror, terror! This cannot be! I really don't get the whole idea of me being unsteady. Here, I'll go look up the dictionary now.

This is insane.

I'm a Katy Perry song.

UNSTEADY, PEOPLE.

Yeah.

x, the oracle.

roll the dice and let's go.

2009-05-07T18:44:00.003+08:00

I was reading this random blog the other day while fulfilling my role as a wing-man and I thought to myself. She sounds rather deep, she SEEMS rather deep but IS she deep? The question was entirely uncalled for and it thoroughly disrupted the next few days of my life.

Today being the 4th day of course. UCK.

Anyhow, I digress. What I meant to say was, WHY should I be the judge as to whether or not she's deep. HOW THE HELL DO YOU JUDGE SUCH THINGS? I could explain how the universe works and place my significance in the cracks of society, wowing all of you with a concluding statement on how I stand balanced and untouched by the world except things that cannot blah blah, you get my drift.

WOULD THAT COUNT AS ME BEING DEEP?

Hell, no.

It'll probably just mean that I fancied using those groups of words at that time and arbitrarily placed them in close proximity of each other, going on to use my shallow existence as a means of taking on the world and trying to explain the vast world in 250 words or less. No, no, there is no sense in such incredulous means.

I fail to comprehend and capture the essence of my thoughts now so I shall leave it to later.

Taa!

ITS CALLED VD

2009-04-14T16:09:00.005+08:00

you know what's more moronic than people who spend hours on end just joking about the same subject matter on hand?

People who add on to it and drag it out longer than it really should be given. I mean, look. those morons are generous enough with the amount of stupidity they're spreading around. Seriously, did you REALLY have to take that stupidity and perpetuate it? God, I hate it when the only level of mutual love is bound by that one measly joke that should only have been said once to begin with.

Wait wait, there's more. You know what's the worst thing? Worse than the prior points braided together... There could be no greater sin than that except, the fact that you STILL have to hang out with these people because you have to WORK WITH THEM.

this my friends, calls for a major T_T session. so,

T_T

Heck, lets throw in some vanilla bean ice cream to go along with it and a waffle on the side. Not just any waffle. The small one from Gelare with no cream, no sauce, no nothing. Just a fork, some love, a relatively crispy top and your tear ducts.

There you go, spread the love.

*buckles from the sheer thought*

relative circumstance

2009-04-05T23:23:00.004+08:00

I think the world revolves around the concepts of relativity and circumstance. Take for example, the prior sentence, would I have typed it as such and without that much thought and consideration if any mistake (be it in punctuation or trivial things like kerning) was taken into consideration for my imminent death. Simply put, would I have put more effort into typing out that sentence if my life depended on it.

I would surely think so.

You see, I don't know about you but I think its entirely circumstantial. When you throw things into different settings, the way people react; Classic. You see, objectives change and people reduce priority capacities accordingly. This of course is where the concept of relativity makes its mainstay. Thus, fully encapsulating my yin & yang of thought processes.

For example, you ask a person to walk across a room. The person walks with the only objective in mind of getting to the other side and hoping not to look like a dork in the process. Now, you tell the person that if he were to make a single sound while walking across the room, he'd turn to sand;(let's just imagine that this is in fact true just for argument's sake)

Unless of course you're some lame-a-zoid, the results would definitely and obviously be different. You'd see a development in the person's walk or at the least, a creative assortment of devices to resolve the issue on hand. You see, circumstance is just so important to people and well, necessary i guess.

necessity? Is Circumstance a true necessity. Well, for one, its inevitable and obviously unavoidable but is it necessarily a true necessity? Like, there are so many clear cut things in life. For instance, we all know that cable is a necessity but honestly, circumstance? That's just so shallow=x

Heehee. sorry. i just HAD to fit that in somewhere. I'd be damned if I didn't.

Moving on, would I have possibly bonded with my mother so well had she not been my mother. If my mother was my lecturer, would I have respected as much as I do now? The answer I'm sad to say is probably not. You know, I sometimes feel like sitting people down and telling them, ITS NOT YOU. ITS THE CIRCUMSTANCE. but people take it too personally you see. They fail to see that I can't be best friends with them BECAUSE they're not Cher supporters =x

Haha, I lie.

Still, it's quite a good thought to expound on no?

I'm sorry but I NOW INTERRUPT THIS POST WITH A TIRADE OF NASTY WORDS.

I cannot stand this particular girl because she's so annoying and goes on about the love of God, oops. I meant HER love for God then she gropes, flaunts, shoves her surgically enhanced assets into the faces of other. OMG, AND HER BLOG. *faints* Then, her age old famous argument. I DIDN'T DORCE YOU TO READ MY BLOG she squeals in her all affected squeak of genteel cutsey. Oh, and I honestly think she should get off her back more often and keep her legs together. Damn, I hate her. Skank.

OKAY, AND NOW BACK TO THE POST!!!

If that girl in the prior paragraph had been my sister. I'd have hated her but loved her still.

Circumstance, shit. What tricky business.

I'll leave relativity for a different day. What difference does it all make anyway?

Its all relative.

jeux d'enfants

2009-03-31T11:37:00.002+08:00

i shall blog in french today because I'm just feeling like it. Well, not through my own effort of course.

On n'aime que ce qu'on ne possède pas tout entier. Il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie, c'est d'aimer et d'être aimé. L'on est bien faible quand on est amoureux. L'amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie. Ça c'est vrai. Courage et bon vent jusqu'à un port tranquille.

Je t'aime

x, lois

Jeux D'enfants m'cherie

with open eyes

2009-03-30T12:31:00.003+08:00

i owe people pictures so here you go!

http://www.nicolesoh.com/gallery/withopeneyes

I know its nothing much but if you liked the photos, I hope you tell Nicole or me that you liked them.

This of course is her homepage:

http://www.nicolesoh.com

I will update soon enough with a meaty post.

love and kisses,

Loisie

the hooded falcon =x

2009-03-27T22:39:00.003+08:00

The highlight of today was surprisingly not the Q&A session with Ethan Hawke. As awesome as that definitely was, the one event that blew my mind today was the Shakespeare master class I had with Dakin Matthews. If this guy was a vicar, he would convert muslims to catholicism should scripture be shakespeare.

In any case, we covered the text from MoV and RaJ today but what really got to me was how eloquent and highly intelligent Merchant of Venice was; plus, how sneaky Romeo and Juliet could be. The master class was 3 hours of awesomeness and although there was an information overload, I NEVER WANTED IT TO END.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner

As Phaethon would whip you to the west,

And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,

That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo

Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,

It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,

Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,

And learn me how to lose a winning match,

Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:

Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,

With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,

Think true love acted simple modesty.

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night

Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,

Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

O, I have bought the mansion of a love,

But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,

Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day

As is the night before some festival

To an impatient child that hath new robes

And may not wear them.

Romeo and Juliet Act 3 Scene 2

Dude, I actually totally understand this now.

It's really hot.

Really, it is.

x, lois

already wet so we ought to go swimming

2009-03-23T11:36:00.002+08:00

Oh, I know this sounds really frivolous and absolutely arcane but that's just always been my style if you didn't already know.

Well, I was flossing my teeth the other day and I realised that I've never once flossed my teeth with a checklist in mind. No, like seriously.

Remember how we used to have oral passages and picture conversations in primary and secondary school where you would have to start from the bottom left hand corner and work in a clockwise manner to cover ground?

Well, yeah. I've heard that people actually start from the left and work their way to the right flossing between each molar, each canine, everything. Then, it suddenly dawned on me how I do every single thing so differently from others. Its not even one of those warranted differences that a group of people do differently from the rest of the world. ITS JUST WHAT I DO.

Then, I felt like an island.

I felt like a tiny insignificant island set against the vast malay archipelago to say the least.

You see, I have a way of doing things and if I don't do it my way, I get really agitated because that's just how I am and its nothing big that would warrant a change. I JUST LIKE THINGS THE WAY I DO IT! It seems like such a clever way of doing things. Sometimes in retrospect however, I fall to the ground and exclaim to the heavens, WHY DO YOU LET ME MOCK MYSELF SO?!

and the drama continues.

Well, anyway. These are the top few Lois things around. I need to bathe in a different soap every day and I need to use a different soap for a different body part. This normally results in my tub smelling like EVERY soap you could think of. Its one of the cleanest wars you'll ever. see.

My life has a rhythm to it so I can't just get up and walk around as and when I please. I must feel compelled and be in rhythm. My actions do not listen to me, they listen to the music that only my head hears.

So there.

I'm not to be bossed around not because I'm stubborn. It just isn't one of my physical capabilities. =x

I end with this precious video I found. Please, WATCH IT NOW.

HOW LAWYERS erm, talk?

2009-03-12T20:14:00.002+08:00

I think only people that've taken a Law module would get this.

This is how non-lawyers put their messages across

Person: I just stare at the boots

other people: BOOBS? WHY WOULD YOU STARE AT HER BOOBS?

Person: No la, not boobs lah. boots. the things you wear on your feet. yar?

This, is how lawyers put their messages across.

Lawyer: I just stare at the boots

People: BOOBS? WHY WOULD YOU LOOK AT HER BOOBS?

Lawyer: No loser, i look at her boots!! you know, boots. like boots as in the Pharmaceutical Society of Great Britain v. Boots cash Chemists (Southern) Ltd. [1953] 1 QB 401

yawn, my head really hurts.

x, toodle-loois

TOP 9 PET PEEVES OF 2009

2009-02-17T15:29:00.002+08:00

Hello :)

If you haven't already wished me a happy Birthday then you're TOO LATE! And I will judge you if you do it now so just wait till next year and treat me extra nice in the meantime. I forget easily. Nah, I lie. I'll still judge you.

There are many things that annoy me but these just top the lot(at the moment because I have a large head and I'm still scanning through material in my head)

#1 : PEOPLE WHO CANNOT PRONOUNCE "EYEBROW"

Look people, the BROW is pronounced as an unfinished version of brown. So, take note that when you're saying EYE-BROW, really, just pretend to say EYE-BROWN but STOP just before you hit the "N". No eye-BRO or eyeb-row because you ain't no dawg gunning in for your BROS*rows eyes*

If however, you say eye, brown, its like saying me, human.

Unflattering.

#2: PEOPLE WHO NAME DROP A LOT

Like, I'm really happy for you that you're like a walking "Facebook" with so many friends for you to beckon whenever but I don't fancy a conversation that goes something like this.

X: Oh, so that day, I was having tea with Bill Gates and oh my gosh, he's just SO funny, have you ever met him. O yeah, sorry. You haven't met him. Okay, another story! So, I was shopping with Paula Abdul and we SAW THE CUTEST RED SHOES!! O, silly me, you don't know Paula darling as well. blah blah blah.

#3: MY AESTHETIC IMBALANCE

My right boob is smaller than my left boob and that makes my bra ride up on my right. Its unsightly :(

#4: PEOPLE WHO THREATEN ME WITH AFRICAN KIDS

Its like, I can never run away from them. I mean, yes. I know that they're dying from starvation and poverty and its entirely dire and bleak. (The "ands" keep piling up) but I'd really like to have a meal in peace. There's no such thing as a bigger problem that must be first imposed on another.

We each have to deal with stuff and I don't think its fair for anyone if this constantly pops up as a THREAT and to make us feel guilty. We will help as best as we can through money and mission trips but dude, no guilt trips PLEASE!

#5: BLOOD DIAMOND

I'm a little slow on this but I finally got down to watching Blood Diamond and Eastern Promises. Eastern Promises, I'll leave for another day but O.M.G.BLOOD DIAMOND?!?! I'm not sure about you but I absolutely hated it. If you don't know the background of this, please go google it before reading on. No ignorance allowed.

Anyhow, there's so much material and pain behind the Sierra Leone gem trade already but NOOOO, Hollywood just HAD to sensationalize it. I mean, its one thing to sensationalize it but another thing to realise that this is just PLAIN SILLY and absurd! The whole point of the show was to HILIGHT the terrible atrocities of this gem industry but noooo, it became all about Leo slaying all those arbitrary dudes.

Plus, the love scene between Jen and Leo was just SO unnecessary, its even laughable. The characterizations fell short of the potential and the whole movie was just so awkward and childish. I don't care how many oscars it got nominated for.

It'll only get 2 stars from me. 1 because jennifer was so hot in it and another star because I'm so generous and diamonds after all, are a girls' best friend!

#6: GIN AND TONIC HAS A CLOSED FAN BASE ON FACEBOOK

I've always been a fan of Gin and Tonic's talent but they have a closed fan base on Facebook. Sigh, how snooty! but I will ALWAYS love you*hisses* (she secretly whispers to herself)

#7: Survivor is STILL on

Its been like how many years already? Survivor is just so boring, dreary, wearisome and have I already said? BORING! Hello?! See, i'm using such fly by night adjectives because Survivor doesn't deserve cooler ones.

CAN IT. ITS LAME.

#8: BHUTTO AND GEORGIE CLOONEY?

george clooney doesn't love me:( epic failure.

#9: STUPIDITY

Its taking Lois SO LONG to come up with 9 pet peeves. Well, maybe nothing really peeves me anymore. So i think that's good right? See, we ended on a happy, words of wisdom note :)

lovelove!

the oracle

because i promised

2009-02-04T08:53:00.002+08:00

okay, so I promised to update.

HOW TO GET GIRLS

the non-sleazy, cheap pick up averse way of scoring!

It has come to our attention that a generation of males just don't know how to win a lady's heart anymore. I'm talking epic failure okay. Well, join us today as we seek to uncover nature's secrets (commercial new age music plays in the background. ah, the irony is thick till this point). My name, as you all already know, is Rosemary and I'll be your wonderful Zen DRIVEN host for today =x (I did not just type that, I swear =x)

Stage 1: Wooing

Well, Its really simple. You like her, she likes you and you REALLY REALLY want to make her happy. Don't call, don't text, don't even suggest meeting up with her because really, girls don't want that kind of attention. We are cold blooded creatures that respond to neither attention nor affection. So, guys ought to just not waste their time no? Oh, and when she gives you things because she thinks it'll make you like her more, take it and throw it away. Just, dish it.

and make her see you do it.

Stage 2: Going official

Now that you've totally gotten the girl (refer to stage 1) with your lazy and absolutely cool demeanour, it's time to go official. Don't even tell her that you two are together. Just keep sending her mental messages and believe that she'll get them eventually. Really, it's not that hard to receive mental messages.

It's only, impossible. -_-*

Stage 3: Keeping it going

Right, so you've both gone official and she's at your disposal (for all eternity because that's how girls are, emotional). Sit in thought all day. Think about wanting to ask her out, think about having a lavish date with her, think about being insanely crazy about her but never do it because it says in the bible that if you've thought of murder, you've committed it. Honestly, you don't want to sound pushy or anything and you sure as hell don't want to usurp your "girlfriend's" timetable with petty requests like a date.

Noooo, that would be sin.

Stage 4: Breaking up

So, years pass and your girlfriend decides to break up with you and you wonder why. You lament and feel scorned. You're immensely hurt because here you are, dreaming up a wonderful life together and there she is, wanting to break your fragile heart. You've done all you can, you've put in so much effort into the dreaming and she wants to end it. You've done so much for her but you guess it was just not good enough for her.

She's very unreasonable, you think to yourself.

Jeux d'enfants,

the oracle.

dear priest

2009-01-26T23:18:00.007+08:00

Dear Father, I have a confession to make.

Its not that I've not been blogging, Its just that I draft the posts and just never publish them. Please forgive me for I know I'm wrong.

Thank You Father.

Oh, you know what? I realized something that day. HOW THE HELL DO YOU LEARN ABOUT THE WORLD when you shield your eyes from sin and vice. No, we must submerge ourselves in the environment but still stay true to ourselves. In organizational behavior, you're considered not having learnt anything unless its made a permanent change in you.

Its crazy isn't it? I guess it makes a lot of sense though.

Anyhow, today marks the start of my

"GAMBLE MY LIFE AWAY PROJECT "

This project aims to explore every vice and hustle, from theory to practical uses, and I'm talking hardcore man. I intend to soak up all lairs, mahjong pits and hoping to rekindle my affair with the punter's guide while at it.

My friends, lets us rise to this new morning of gambling wit and lore.

Why do I always waste my time on fingerprints, gambling and the likes? insanity i tell you.

Anyhow, here's some pictures to confirm that I am still indeed alive and kicking.

go back in, mother! the neighbours don't want to see you cam whore =x

family, no other.
checkered uncle, nephew and niece
and a nicer photo
a bright new morning. GOOD MORNING BALTIMOOOOORE.
shanghai tang, "yu pei" scandals
I can't stand the irony in the last picture. Otherwise, this is me, still alive and kicking during chinese new year. Much love,

xoxo

the oracle.

and the sand rises up against the distant shores

2008-12-08T17:38:00.003+08:00

"Bring me back! Bring me back!" and she woke up with a slight jerk. Her eyes flickered open. Her pupils needed not much adjustment to the darkness and proceeded to jut stare into the pitch black oblivion. She wondered, how pretty the dark would look if you could see it with a torchlight.

The dream had been unpleasant. The theme, constant through it all. Though that in itself would probably have been an obvious fallacy. It largely revolved around despair and desertion, sometimes barely missing the line of distinction. Dreams do that, they swirl emotions into a beckoning pot of silver wisps and condemnation. Imagine, being trapped in a white suspension of nothingness but the self induced fear of the unknown future. Well, there it is again. A redundancy. The feeling it caused was indeed, unsettling. What could be done though?

Dreams, they didn't hurt. Did they?

"SO, HOW IS MY LOVELY PATIENT THIS MORNING?" said Doctor Moe in a loud booming voice.

Same ol' frikking sleeping beauty, wasting our fucking resources. Die already, bitch! Dr. Moe continued under his breath.

WELL, ITS A PITY MY DEAR SINCE YOU'VE GOT A VISITOR THIS MORNING! Dr. Moe drew the curtains and hurriedly exited.

lois had been sleeping for nine years now. try as she might, she just couldn't wake. she thought she'd already awoken. However, she'd just awoken from her dream. In reality, she was long gone.

Halfway around the world, the sand rose up against the distant shores, the clouds moved a tad faster and dragonfly eggs hatched.

Ah, here you go dear. Its down the wrist, not across it.

Then, Lois finally woke up. Dead, but awake.

And, free.

I apologise for this immensely blah post. Though I thought i wrote a pretty decent story eh? OMG. I LOVE IT TO BITS! i know, we're not exactly supposed to tell the world that we like the stuff we wrote but to hell with societal structure. its time for change. change we can believe in*muffles a giggle* I couldn't help myself but i AM apathetic about american politics nonetheless. =x

company law essay

2008-11-17T21:53:00.002+08:00

all of you have been bugging me for a post of substance and i've been obviously falling short. i apologise! so here, i shall post up my company law essay on oppression. DON'T REGRET. ITS 1.7K WORDS OF LEGAL SCHMUCK. HAVE FUN LABORIOUSLY PLOUGHING THROUGH IT!

Killing an Alsatian would be cruel, but to kill a Mockingbird?

Now that would be sin.

An essay by Goh Leyu Lois

The cries of the women rocked the uneasy silence “Let us go! Let us go!” A final wave of cruelty and injustice would eventually befall them and seal their fate. They would never be heard from again, too weak and few to fight against this force; the force of pure tyranny.

Oppression.

Tom Robinson, an African American who was unfairly tried by the town of white people because of the color of his skin in “To kill a mockingbird” is, as the title suggests, a mockingbird that had been slaughtered. A mockingbird causes no harm except to sing in all innocent gifts. To kill it, would be a sin.

Oppression.

The definition of oppression is apparent and obvious to many but to contextualize it with regards to company law is sometimes difficult since there is no absolute definition to oppression. This much however, I have gleaned from the textbooks which house thoughts from legal systems around the world.

Oppression is to disregard a member’s interests and this goes beyond the “failure to take into account the member’s interest”, there must be an “awareness” of the interest and a blatant nonchalance going about it.

Now then, is oppression necessarily a force targeting the minority as the word has rightly suggested in the past? After having read an article by Mr. Ian Ramsay “Can a majority shareholder bring an action?” I begin to realize that many people mix up dominance and control with majority shareholders when really, to put it simply;

Size doesn’t matter.

Therefore, the first point we ought to ascertain is the fact that dominance does not have to be synonymous with the majority of the votes. This means that given a workplace setting, you don’t necessarily need to control the most votes to be categorized as “majority”; you only need be an important or pivotal role that could possibly influence the other votes. Hence, this bid of garnering votes would make you, the dominating power.

This is why I ask you again, “oppression against the minority”, is this statement redundant?

In “Kumagai Gumi co ltd v Zenecon- Kumagai Sdn Bhd”, Anuar J said that

“Relief under s181 (the Malaysian equivalent of s216) is available to majority shareholders who are not in control of the management of the company and who, for any given reason, are unable to control the board”

He later reiterated it again in the obiter dictum.

This is the first principle where s216(1)(a) and s216(1)(b) can be applied to and it just goes to show that no matter the reason, oppression is indeed for anyone and everyone who can prove that they have been unfairly treated in a company.

We must be very careful about having been “unfairly treated” though, since there is a thin line between 1) oppression and 2) disagreements about policy and mismanagement. The law must not overlook the fact that our world is populated with petty and disgruntled workers who by pure nature, might become opportunists should an opportunity arise. This meaning, a member of a board cannot have the rest of the board members up for oppression without explicit proof and sure evidence that they passed a certain judgment out of own greed and not for the interests of the company.

A pertinent point in the Walter Woon textbook states that “the fact a member is consistently outvoted does not mean that he is oppressed or that his interests are being disregarded. It should also be remembered that the majority also has rights”

It really just follows the concept on whether you would kill a person because he was an African American or kill a person who happened to be an African American. Likewise, if you would outvote a member just because he seemed like a minority or to outvote someone’s decision and that someone happened to be a minority shareholder. The difference is stark.

In line with my argument, I refer to both Re Kong Thai sawmills (Miri) Sdn Bhd and Paloh Medical Centre Sdn Bhd where the learned judges stated that

“For the case to be brought within s 181(1) (a) at all, the complaint must identify and prove ‘oppression’ or ‘disregard’. The mere fact that one or more of those managing the company possess a majority of the voting power and, in reliance upon that power, make policy or executive decisions, with which the complainant does not agree, is not enough. Those who take interests in companies limited by shares have to accept majority rule. It is only when majority rule passes over into rule oppressive of the minority, or in disregard of their interests, that the section can be invoked”

This really just drives in the point that relief will not be given out to the members who feel victimized because of a division in decisions. Therefore, “mismanagement of the company does not necessarily constitute oppression or disregard of a member’s interests!”

A burning question within me however was the seemingly easy question of what a member was and if there was some sort or capacity which the member had to fill? Third principle on which s216 is to be applied is that oppression must affect the petitioning member qua member. Checking the dictionary, I came to realize that qua really just meant “in the capacity of”. This being said, we should use this as a gauge in cases. We should always remember to keep coming back to this central question and ask ourselves if the alleged acts of oppression were indeed carried out during the course of the business or outside the business, thus rendering the member, not a member.

In Re Chi Liung & Son Ltd,

It had been said that the petitioner as a beneficiary to a family trust would not be entitled to relief on the grounds of oppression. However, after reviewing the case, the court held that there was oppression present against him in the capacity of a member and the director of a company.

Indeed, I must clarify the fact that relief under this principle is really an all or nothing gain. If for instance, the courts rule that you are not entitled to any relief because you are in the capacity as a beneficiary under the family trust then you get completely nothing. If however you are the director of the company who has been oppressed, and the courts are convinced that you have been oppressed as a member, both grounds of complaint in the capacity of a member and director will be allowed.

All this unfortunately will amount to nothing if there is no continuing state of affairs. This basically means that when a petition based on an act of oppression is presented to the courts, it must be shown that the oppression hasn’t ceased at the time the action is brought. There is an exception however when the oppression is past, if the member can prove that that particular act of oppression was long lasting and immensely harsh.

I refer again to Re Kong Thai sawmills,

“In a number of United Kingdom decisions, it has been held that for s 210 to apply, the complainant must show oppression continuing up to the date of proceedings (e.g. Re Jermyn Street Turkish Bath Ltd [1971] 1 WLR 1042); where there has been oppression in the past, the section does not bite.”

Therefore, if a certain act of oppression stands by itself, has past and does not leave a strain on the petitioner, he will not be able to claim relief on the grounds of anything. He must always be able to show the continuing act or effects of oppression, otherwise, there is no provision for such a misplaced request.

To further ensure that relief will be guaranteed, relief ought to be sought with haste and almost immediately. This will indirectly send an added message to the courts that the petitioner puts priority into this matter and that it has greatly affected him. Any such delay in seeking help would be inevitably seen as a reduction in severity of the situation or worse still, an outright acceptance to the matter altogether.

In conclusion, oppression in the company law context is not so much of misplaced angst or commercial apartheid; it is really just about protecting the various parties’ interest in a company. Company laws are put in place so that no tyranny will ensue or a company will not undergo a totalitarian state in which it’ll be declared a commercial North Korea.

I would now like to leave you with an explanation of my title. Alsatians are noted to be fierce but useful dogs to the police force and killing them could be likened to competent workers whose decisions are overruled. Yet mockingbirds, in all their defenseless glory, encapsulate the pure essence of oppression. It is the fact that no harm ought to come to the people since the person didn’t have much to begin with.

Killing an Alsatian would be cruel, but to kill a Mockingbird?

Now that would be sin.

Goh Leyu Lois
2L04
0701776G

when i grow up

2008-11-01T23:51:00.002+08:00

here, read this excerpt by the president of Iran during the 22nd Bahman's ceremonies

"... Our young generation is a great asset to us today, promising us a much brighter future. Today more than two-thirds of our population is under 40 years of age. Many of our youths have had no first-hand experience of the previous regime. They did not participate in the revolution and had no part in its victory. Yet they are the great asset of this country today. we must endeavor to convey whatever we have gained by experience to our younger generation. We must make our youths dedicated to the integrity and grandeur of our revolution, our political system and our country. And to do this, we must believe in our youths and allow them to participate in every sphere and thus ensure them a spirit of exhilaration and inovation and a constructive spirit ..."

now, i would like to cross reference to this other source

in conclusion.

YEAH, riiight.

the shirts are not for sale

2008-09-24T10:08:00.002+08:00

title: 3223 hrs

stop the trains

what trains?

what brains!

you no brain!

hoard it up

hoard what?

board what?

don't board it!

it is still

still is?

will it?

it still will!

you know, its entirely upsetting to write three verses of poetry not even remotely pertaining to the topic on hand. I like it though. Years from now, I'll be re reading this post and start to wonder what ailed me so many years back. Its obviously not very good layering if i can't get it years from now.

On a more pensive note though, I've come to realise that people care too much about changing and nurturing the prodigal sons/ daughters. Its insanity but ever since I've started teaching my china boys and other kids, I realised that education is for everyone. Its not about making an extra effort to change the prodigal child's life. Its across the board and equal in every respect. I find it sad that teachers would reach out more to the naughty ones which i quote "because they have so much potential".

yes, we ALL know they have potential. Yet, just do your own thing and don't reach out to anyone special or if you want to reach out, reach out to EVERYONE. That way, they'd know that they're ALL special.

Its most perplexing when people preach to me about discrimination and whip their heads of unfathomable/ perhaps, unknown hypocrisy to treat others better than a certain other. To them, i just throw my hands up in absolute frustration and remark "AVAUNT, PERPLEXITY!"

Raw confusion aside, I've started on my study of fingerprints.

THOSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS STUDY OF FINGERPRINTS WITH ME, PLEASE IM/TEXT/CALL/NUDGE/FB( facebook, not the other definition) ME. THANK YOU! I will require your full set of finger- prints and a form filled up.

I LOOK FORWARD TO WORKING WITH EVERYONE OF YOU! YAY!

working, breathing young adult

2008-09-24T00:11:00.002+08:00

HELLO!

For those of you that don't already know, I'm currently juggling 3 jobs. 2 of which actually pay and 1 which is really just a collection of non profit work organization thing-ys. I'm only terming it as such since its 12AM and i haven't gone to sleep in ages *Lois starts to whine in an unintelligible smattering of bastardization*

JOB#1:

I'm a sales assistant/ Sai gang Extraordinaire for this shop in Plaza Singapura. You know, i really love my colleagues and my boss! They're really pretty awesome and the nature of my job is actually darn interesting but you see; My point is, that work is unfortunately, mind-blowingly boring. The NATURE of it is interesting since its something different all the time but WORK in all sense of the word is darn boring. There's no one to challenge you or pick your brain about views and issues. Its just, awfully dead.

Years of nagging from my parents have obviously fallen on deaf and unwilling ears but just a few days at work has made me this hardworking-omg-let-me-study-please kind of girl. It just warms my heart to know that somewhere deep down, I'm still an awesomely hardworking girl. I guess?

oh, i realised i never told you what i was working as. Basically, i work in a scrap-booking shop. Its a really really awesome place if i might say so myself. I help customers come up with ideas for their cards, i match paper and ribbons and buttons and felt stickers and everything for them. When i'm not doing that, i'm packing, sorting, cleaning, clearing and basically keeping busy since its a hell crowded shop.

JOB#2:

oh, you're going to get a kick out of this.

I tutor kids (17 year old and below). Subjects taught : English Language and other humanities subjects upon request (History/Literature/Social Studies) Basically my motto in tuition is "UNDERCHARGE AND OVER TEACH"

yeah, so I'm barely breaking even.

That's why, working doesn't mean I'm getting a profit. Its just like revenue, but you've gotta take away the expenses. Deficit or surplus? Time will tell

JOB#3

its a secret!

you see, i didn't have to wait on tables. HMPH.

I have to go sleep now! Its something which i obviously lack :( boo

the lady-bird

2008-08-29T23:45:00.003+08:00

this is going to be a very angry post. this is totally unusual of Lois. language wise i mean. SO PLEASE, DO NOT READ IT IF YOU WANT A TRUE REPRESENTATION OF LOIS. this is NEGLIGENT MISREPRESENTATION! for those who know me, read on.

exams are finally over. that long drawn haul of unintelligible ramblings and snooty classmates who don't share their notes are finally over. you know, i learnt something. life's really awfully pleasant. yet, you throw in people and they just totally bitch it up for you.

onto something totally unrelated since everything in my life is disjointed and arbitrary anyway.

the exams this time was frigging jinxed from the start and i guess it just hit record high mid week. i walked out of my exam halfway. i don't think i was fully sober to truly ascertain the gravity of my actions. for those who don't already know(like, everyone of you. since those that read my oracle aren't from my school) okay, this is what happened.

Wednesday.business accounting paper. the only paper i studied and practiced really hard for. that's the thing with me. i have performance anxiety. no wait. correction. i have anxiety attacks all the time. i thought I'd walked out of the anxiety willows from ghost past but i guess i never really did. a mirage, a desert, whatever you want to call it. in any case, when i work really hard for something, i get really stressed out. yeah, you would think that I've been a thespian(though low profile and temperamental)for ages and that I'd be used to it by now? wrong. it worsens with age because you gain more of the world and start to worry about greater things.

well, i studied and practiced very hard for accounting because i genuinely found it a worthy subject to take on. I'd been very happy with my progress so far although my coursework grades were less than stellar. still, i persevered on and was very glad with my vast improvement. soon, Wednesday rolled by and i was a clump of rubber bands, riding in moral vilification. got into the exam room, got down to the paper. looked through it and felt like a million bucks. the paper was from 1430hrs-1630hrs. at about 1530hrs, i started to realise some discrepancies with my answers. flustered, i realised that the words had started melting into each other. all the terms were the same. general journal. cash receipts journal. balance sheet.

they were the same fucking thing to me at that time.

panicking, my hand started shaking. losing control of my pen. got even more fucked up. started biting my lip. bit it so hard that it started to bleed. totally fucked and scared, i was like. shit, this is incredible. I'm mental. HA. the best was yet to come.

the room started to spin.

that's, when i lost it and gave up. alas, the world mocketh me so. the invigilators were fucking retards. look, I'm not even using the adjective retarded here. I'm using the fucking noun. retard. it took THREE FUCKING INVIGILATORS to finally FUCKING COMPREHEND the gravity of the matter. they kept saying "sure, you can go toilet"

NO JERK OFF! I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO GO TO THE TOILET! i want to go to the doctor's because i don't want to fucking jeopardize the last half of my paper.

ugh.

and part 2 of my accounting tragedy was just plain sad. i don't even want to write about it. yeah. IT GETS WORSE.

on a completely different note(well, not so different i guess but definitely with reference to another subject)... read on.

i always-almost-never-sometimes-ever swear but this event totally renders it. I'm almost-surely-definitely-totally certain that the universe would even give me an immediate free pass.

well, fuck you bitch.

this post was written in much haste but you know what. i totally enjoyed typing out this post because unlike prior post or collections past, i was honest with myself today. i fucked up and i accept it. time to move on.

parting note: i think I'm going to get an A for contract law though. YAY!

mara mara marathon

2008-08-08T22:09:00.002+08:00

i watched 3 movies in the school library today. i went to school to submit all my projects at 10am, then, i was free till 4pm. OMG. I KNOW.

in any case, i'm here to review all 3 films which i watched. i must say, it was AN AWESOME EXPERIENCE.

THE FIRST FILM I WATCHED WAS

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

at first i didn't think too much of this show. i thought it would be your usual trashy american film, but i must say; i was greatly surprised. putting aside the fact that the end was predictable from the start and that the characters were grossly stereotypical, the whole concept and journey of getting to the end was most pleasant. it helped that there were some witty phrases, perhaps not an onslaught but an ample amount of such.

i actually started to tear a little when brian started on part 2 of his "confession". i kid you not, it was really a very pleasant watch. not very intellectually stimulating but a good watch nonetheless. great for a movie over, well, breakfast :)

i give it a 3.5/5! good stuff! :)

THE 2ND FILM I WATCHED WAS

a french film called A TON IMAGE

when i read the burlup of this film, i was really intrigued. it reminded me very much of gothika which i'd seen in sec 3. not so much so for the content at hand but more so because of the whole creepy feeling it gave me. a ton image shrouded me in a womb of doubt and mysteria. i was constantly asking myself what was going to happen next. i guess the trick to watching a ton image is not to know anything about the show before watching it.

after finishing with the film, there was this unsettling feeling of gloom and i felt a little cheated though. not so much because of the ending but because i thought some bits could have been drawn out longer to fully emphasize in the shift of duties. alas, the start of the show was rather slow but pivotal i suppose in order to ready the audience for the rest of the show.

i give this film 4/5 for its very interesting albeit a little gross concept. awesome! :)

THE LAST AND FINAL SHOW I WATCHED WHICH FINALLY ENDED MY MOVIE FLOOD

was a danish film called ADAM'S APPLES

well, on the cover, it says that its a comedy about the good and the evil. well, yes, i guess you could say its a comedy but its not really your typical HAHA comedy. its more of a *nervous laughter haha* comedy. its morbid and rather, well, abstract.

i can't really review much on the film because you have to watch it to see for yourself.

just know that the concept's really novel and cleverly put together. for that, 5/5! mindblowing!

much love, happy watching and tell me how you find the films no?

xoxo

lois:)

when i was still oooooo

2008-07-12T23:44:00.010+08:00

these are pictures from my heyday. now i'm just a fading star walking down sunset strip.

HAHA. oh lois, you're such a riot. in any case, i do think they're interesting photographs. these photos are the reason why i can look like crap but still feel so good about myself.

coming in or going out? my mind just runs in circles.
all you need is an, intervention.
my sanity rushes forth in swift lucidity
it don't matter to the sun
its all about you love
can we ever break free?
it hurts, but i won't back down
the women cry in oppressed fashion

AIYAH. ACT CUTE ONLY LAH. PFFFT.
gentle sadness

and introducing, the OMGOSHNESS pic of all, i used to never dare to show it around. i've only shown it to daniel... but now, i'm going to let all of you see it. eeeeeek!!!! HAHAHAHHA

err, i shall not caption it.

STAY TUNED FOR ONE MORE PIC. my absolute favourite! but, in the next post.

* THANK YOU AMELIA FOR SNAPPING ALL THESE! and imodels for the last photo. in any case, all these photos haven't been edited yet. the edited photos look even cooler! really, they do!

its at 1600hrs you freak!

2008-07-04T10:57:00.002+08:00

besides being an avid writer and contributor to a few blogs, i've been keeping this deep dark literary secret to myself.

which, i will seek to reveal.

now.

i'm so shy to say it but,

i've been doing this for self worth and glorification. only in the sure hope that i'll be published, accomplished and polished.

and so, i admit...

i've been writing an epic novel. omg, there. i said it.

and you know what its called? here, i'll tell you.

its called

"BUY ME"
(the theory of everything equivalent to nothing)

UGH, i'm officially a commercial mongul.

anyhow, i've started a new blog with my net friend Harry and this is a public shout out to anyone who would like to join the blog as a contributor. i'm thinking. JOHN SOONG! would you be interested?! or Almaas! or ken lui!! or anyone who loves writing and has a voice that needs to be heard.

please visit our blog at

www.wearentverysmartpeople.blogspot.com

i know you love me

xoxo

loisgirl (=x omg, thats such a rip off)

a cigar please?

2008-06-12T15:07:00.033+08:00

i've been making all these empty promises to all my readers LIKE HOW I'M GOING TO POST PICTURES but i never do. SORRY. okay, no talking this time. just PICTURES! i owe you pictures since jan, so thats like 6 months all rolled into 1! i would caps lock the 1 but i can't because there's no such key. sigh. so, hold on tight. LETS GO!

JANUARY:-

zhaoming through the ages! hello andrew cho zhaoming!
it was great meeting up after forever! i'm glad you're back from australia you parkway/chilli/kfc/arise!/bus9/weirdo. haha, love.the.twang.
happened to run into jiayi and joanna who were on their lit trip! i believe this was in the heart of chinatown and i was rushing to some unknown place.
OUR CHURCH PHOTO-PADE
cheryl loves bre!
HUAT AH!!!!!
OMG.cheryl!! hurry up!!! bre the huge paul banyan is coming!!!
i miss just, hanging.
i believe she's breanna the classic weirdo for a reason.
being friends, its a tough feet we have to go through.
i happened to run into amelia while waiting for jit. GO TKG SIXERS!
haha, pen pal! jit yew! don't u feel so old?! omg, stop clubbing so much lah!you're so thin!
random dinner at crystal jade( or some other random chinese restaurant). there's ah ma expressing her thoughts and ah gong deep in thought.
auntie nilda and bryce. DRINK YOUR SOUP LAHH!
yijiu, yiyi and kimi!
SHAMEEN! and her shrek ears.just a lazy afternoon at gelare, chatting, studying, eating and reminiscing about sec 4 days studying along the whole siglap stretch.
that's how i like my waffles, small and plain!
i felt reeeeeeally ugly that day so i went for a makeshift plastic surgery.
later that night, i went for dinner with my xiao gu(youngest aunt) and my cousin at gilman village which is this really rad place,BETTER THAN DEMPSEY OR HOLLAND VILLAGE AHEM. hello, i'm lois' aunt and we love good food! long live the gohs!

hannah-nah-nah <3! href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKA4yJ_ztVU/SFDjm4v8P3I/AAAAAAAAArI/8D1FUVisdL0/s1600-h/P1030014.JPG"> our food. oops. i forgot to take it when it first arrived so the soup had been depleted some.
MY FAVOURITE DISH.omg. its orgasmic.
food orgasms. shown on xiao gu's face:)
random outing with lijin. he was counting my coins-_- and my safety pins
i was moping and looking ugly.
and the safety pins were just minding their business.
NUS ARTS MUSEUM OPEN HOUSE 2008. "sidd and his self esteem". this was sidd showing us how music ought to be.
jon kang getting shocked by amelia's loud but inaudible display of attention.
almaas and a kelly who tagged along. thank you dears!!
si ying who's always been there!
kee yating and earl foo. thank you my paperstars mates!although i bet earl came for the free beer and free flow of drinks that night.
amelia, the brain behind the artwork. jon leong, the brain behind the graphics. SWEET.

FEBRUARY:-

my birthday surprise in tp(2 days before my real birthday)

shameen explaining to me that i should appreciate them and love them(anne and her) for taking the time and effort in making my birthday so sweet.
butter for my birthday pancakes. insanity. there were like, 22 butter portions!
-_- they just HAD to use the reciept as my birthday card/slip
them singing me a birthday song(tkg style) and pissing the other ppl around and about
i'm so glad i have you and anne in tp with me. i know i really should get out more but tkgians are sisters! and thats really what you are to me. thanks for making tp less erm, uck worthy.

chinese new year day 1 a.k.a my birthday

urgh. this is such a bad photo. my parents and my paternal grandfather.
that day was a bad day, a very bad one. so, i didnt take anymore photos of myself cos my eyes were red and puffy. so, i took kimi. she makes me happy.
i also took bryce. he makes me happy as well.

cny day 2

my parents, at my paternal grandmother's urn in the wall. yeah, the columbarium.
i was making space for the people sitting on the bench. erm, what people?
zen.

the 9th of feb:)

daniel and i at NUH to visit james. follow the footsteps!
those footsteps?
omg.humour me. i just HAD to add this photo. what IS that white thing around my head? misshapen halo perhaps? but, its FREAKY.
hello fellow 18 yr old :)

14th feb 2008

omg. my parents pangsehed me. they went out together-_- so i had to cook for myself.

27th feb 08 last day of yr 1 in tp. FINALLY.

the ppl i hung out with in yr 1 in tp. everyone hated us cos we were bitchy =x introducing...
DHAR-LING!!!! hahahahahahahaha. okay fine. dharmirah.
VANNIE!!! vanessa! the first friend i ever made in tp.oooo
we went job hunting but dfs galleria sent us away :(
hence, our sad faces.
okay, we're happy again because we're undiscerning and uncaring.

bryce comes to visit

bryce, talking to pooh bear.
bryce asking pooh bear if he can go to 100 acre wood to visit him
he tells me, jiejie, i want to sleep.
then he says jiejie, that man very ugly, i cannot sleep.

MARCH:-

020308.arbitrary huang yu run in.

i ran into huang yu at marine parade library, she'd been studying for cts. we didnt talk much in tkg but tkgians are like that. we see a familiar face and it doesnt matter if we were close previously. we went on for 45minutes.

5th march08 almo meetup and mas' birthday

almeric being irritating at new york new york.
almeric wishing mas a happy birthday.
pose leh.pose leh.
AWW. this photo seems incomplete without wei-an(whyon). anyhow, hope we surprised u mas!

7thmarch 08 creative home finale

its been sucky at times working with creative home but at the end of it all, i realised that i'm stronger than i give myself credit for. this is us trying to pry the dustbins apart.

omg. damn dustbins
mr teo ser luck. faris. mr gerard ee. me. at the finale presentation.
prize presentation to all creative home participants. i wish i were a particpant instead of helping mr teo with the prizes. haha, i wasn't emceeing that day lah. they demoted lokky and me.
this way please! though you're really capable of finding your way to the front. i think mr. ee is really cute by the way! he was really polite and all. genuinely alturistic and enthusiastic about such charity functions. so, i don't mind ushering you. you're cool.
the winners. oh, wow?
8th/9th march 08
yes.omg. i'm so juvenile.
flowers that, matter :)
omg. that is SO party monster. joshua kor kor humouring me after church service.

18thmarch08 lunch with ken lui at hkcafe

no no. don't take my photo.i'm TT durai.
omg. kenneth lui. BLACKMAIL YOU!!!!! hahahhahahahahaha. hey, it was great meeting up again after 95847686536 attempts. and i think u sorta resemble the painting in the back.

20th march 08 chance run in with daniel at vivo

omg. we really suck at taking pictures.
okay, better.
camwhoring makes us sleeeeeeeepy.
china girl and german boy.

22nd march 08 lijin's commissioning ball

the first person i looked for. SAMANTHA DEAR! i knew she's be there cos i met her at lijin's social night previously. she's so preeeeety:)
i like this picture. cos its blurry and wipes out my facial flaws.
urgh. i forgot the names of the people in this picture but i know that the couple at viewer's left was really nice. they're actually siblings. haha. the sister's really cute.
deborah hendricks and i getting the red carpet treatment.
deborah again. my my, someone's quite the babe eh debbie?:)
minghao and hmm, i think its jingxuan. i know its a chinese name. anyhow, i met them at st andrew's cathedral when i went to visit daphne gan-gan! i met minghao at social night too but he was with elena fung! refer back to oct 15th 07 post.
sammie again! with her boyfriend.
omg. this is the beautiful couple i was obsessing over during social night previously. i did it once again during comm's ball. great job lois.
nice siblings!
omg. i'm absolutely crushing the girl in the middle. she's like, super hot in real life and up close.omg. its insanity okay. i should never be allowed near these functions. hot girls. sigh.
see in the background?the writing paper with my mr tofu and the 2 black beans comic. first bit. haha, this was me suffering from an epic migraine.

30th march 08 surprise visit to lighthouse evangalism

deirdre dear! i miss our sec 4 amath days with siowster.
yes. we're SO pretty.
FRIENDS!we'll be here for each others' math needs ya?*winks* on a sidenote, stupid yane refused to be in a picture with us. he said that he felt un photo like.-_- WHAT?!

11th/12th april 2008 planetshakers concert with daniel

andrew taking a photo of us before i went up to my house.
run in with xin xuan love and marissa dear! i miss my drama juniors!
caleb wong. who says there ain't no photos. looooooser.

18th april 2008 vjc musicfest

planet of the apes, starring lois!
i dont even want to caption this.
su ann girl!!! somebody's quite happening in vj eh?
hello ex tkgpb mate! xinyun
omg. we're such losers. and this isnt self depreciating.
ah gay with her rabbit which she forced me to say hello to. joanne gay, somethings just never change. i was quite annoyed cos the performances started and i wanted to take pictures with the other 8. but nevermind.
stacy chang. it was so fun whispering and bitching in the toilets. just like old times.<3 href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKA4yJ_ztVU/SFD9RKhUB3I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/KIR0PLyXbvQ/s1600-h/P1030287.JPG"> congrats mel! you girls were mighty great!
shaofang. so daoooooo. HAHAHA.
wei-an! wacky as ever.
nicholas kang. =x i remember a dirty little secret which happened at siowster's. we ALL do:)
hey girl! u didn't win but you were still great!!! and you look fab twin!
the modified 6 sig fig. now called paper pavements.i think? uck. i forgot. anyhow, here's reuben chen! desmond chng! matt ho and oh no, i forgot his name. some help here please dan!
novabelle, haha. yes yes. you were great.
darrenhojianrong! so thiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.
elise and deb! singapore is extkgian infested. no, actually, its just the places i frequent.
seeeerreeennnaaa. sigh sigh sigh.
same name freak! hello louis puaaaaaah.300!
and to end the night, daniel pflug. enough said.

19th april 08 charlotte's birthday outing at ecp

i'm so lazy to caption already so its auto pilot from here. and you know i love you girls!!! just that its so frigging tedious man.

charlotte the birthday girl
nicole soh
steffi goh
( lois+steffi) goh
charlotte and i waiting for the pasarmlam viking ship
omg. its shit ass scary.
twits
fatties
stooges
tai tais

24th april 08 dinner at ecp with mas love

memas
still memas in a picture where we both look good in.

MAY!

1st may 08 may day outing with ah bah

we're such idiots ah bah!!! but we love each other.
omg ahbah. u elephant. BARBAR the PERANAKAN ELEPHANT!!!!

10th may 2008 bryce

bryce:) i think i'm pretty good at child photography

11th may 2008 church opera starring auntie pearl and lois goh!

omg. epic failure.
i'm weird.

14th may 2008 surprise party for min chieh at veejaysee

i'm a victorian! and stacy is too
the ambush/plan in operation
extkgians. pao, pheebs and mellymoo.
min chieh is ecstatic. yes she is.
i believe i was trying to tell people, i think i'm shocked?
sixers<3 href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKA4yJ_ztVU/SFEPvKPK6hI/AAAAAAAAA5w/tGK_G2tAFy0/s1600-h/P1030364.JPG">ex gepers love!
meiyi! aww. she's so sweet.
nicole lee xun qi. i remember going over to her house 1.3.5 for our imaginary geper projects.
beau. as i said. tkgians are so friendly.

20th may 2008 my block's getting re painted

sigh.

21st may 2008 lazing around

sheryl keith nuqui and i nibbling away at ourstash of choco mints after school

29th may 2008 :(

i was sad:(

30TH MAY 2008 temasek poly acad awards

law students who happen to be in business ambassadors.
a fraction of business ambassadors
STILL a fraction of business ambassadors.

4th june 2008
my double rainbow. can you see it? look closely.

OH MY GOSH. THIS FRIKKING POST TOOK ME 6HRSS. much love! do remember to take my poll u'all :)

an introductory framework

2008-06-08T22:02:00.003+08:00

and the cursor just keeps blinking up at me, as if mocking me or challenging me to write longer, more impactful sentences to slam preceding lines. i don't want challenges; i'm really, drained.

scanner darkley is the reason i know that everything is going to be okay, eventually. its all a bad dream and you're only stuck in your own mind. a whirlpool of baseless concepts and sanity defying thoughts.

you can see the weight of my world in the eyes. or maybe its, you can see the weight of the world in my eyes. actually, it makes no difference. in my world, its the eyes. in their world, its my eyes. its so easy to just look past and through me now because i've been down low for way too long or so says james morrison from that ipod in the distance.

once upon a time, there lived a rabbit. this rabbit was a happy rabbit, singing, hopping and collecting carrots (to make into juice) all day long. every morning, this rabbit would wake up at 7am and prepare for the day ahead. pouring herself 250ml of milk and 25gm of kellogg's corn flakes into her happy doreamon "pseudo bowl" cup. tucking happily into her.... *FLASH*

into her..

into her..

erm. the happy rabbit does not know how to carry on anymore. she's really unsure of what she should do. really doesn't know how to carry on.

anyhow, she does.

so, the not that happy rabbit tucks not so happily into her bowl of mushy corn flakes. she sees the world through these teary eyes and everything blurs and melts into oblivion. suddenly the world she sees isn't one she'd been in previously... it's the one she'd been running away from. she tries to blink it all away but its no use. the images stay the same and she knows she's trapped.

forever.

FLASH.FLASH.FLASH.

sigh, its just one of those days when i have to resort to telling my story from a third person's story point of view. this time, even surpassing the status of human and passing off as a happy rabbit. Its so hard to tell people how much this problem troubles me without coming off insane and needy.

i know that i've been unpleasant of late but i guess lois will always be plagued by this. she regrets and resents how curious she's always been about the sub conscious and un conscious. the state of rest and latent hyptnotism. sleep. she should never have played with the idea of the self induction of nightmares and the ability to remember her dreams and nightmares. they, haunt.

she regrets it and wished she'd never dabbled with such art.

its really not a case of self piteous whims, though she really wished it was. it would be easier to solve that way. now lois isn't too sure what was reality to begin with.

lois, is regrettedbly. afraid.

CONsummation

2008-05-21T09:36:00.002+08:00

you know what?

if you want to fall in love
don't fall out of it
if you want to get married
don't ever mar it

because, when you do, the lawyers are going to get all the money and paralegals like me will have to clean up all your shit ass problems. nobody is going to pity you and your kids are going to need therapy in time to come.

so, don't screw your kids up.

stay together.

kudos, boy. do i love family law.

peachy beeeeetchy

2008-05-13T06:16:00.002+08:00

i was working on this previous entry about the 9 steps on becoming a christian lawyer which is really just a thinly disguised version of Lois exerting blasphemous power. anyhow, i've decided to abandon that for a while and just go with the flow a bit.

urgh. yesterday was this horrendoulsy horrible day, for me at least. i was being this terribly cranky person. entirely annoying and annoyed with people on the whole.

ANYHOW, contract law ended early and loser us(anne and i) decided to sit by the smelly benches and have lunch. URGH. THEN OUT OF NOWHERE, these bouncy freshmen pop out of NOWHERE(like i've previously stated you short term memory faggots)!

and you know what they're doing?

they've got one of those perky, patronising smiles. you know, the smile of a solicitor.(prostitute and lawyer alike) well yeah. so they come bounding up to us like eager tiger cubs to dead gazelle meat with tin cans in their hands saying..

"HELLO, WOULD YOU LIKE TO DONATE TO THE CYCLONE VICTIMS?"and they beam up at me like impressionable PAP kids just waiting for affection and approval.

on a good day, i'd have said, SURE! and put in 10cents(not because i'm a miser but you know.. there are other ways to help)

however, yesterday was obviously not a good day and giving how affected they were, it really pissed me off. so i said, rather unpleasantly..

no, not really?*nicole richie bitchie way* GOODBYE!*beams back at them*

and his face dropped into the "omg, you're such a bitch.i hope you choke on your wedges face"

and i nearly threw the book i had been reading, at him.

anne however, said sure and took out a note. she even asked about whether they would be going up to visit the cyclone victims and the freshmen just stared blankly at her and mumbled a "huh?nooooo." thanks anne. you prolonged my misery. you just HAD to make conversation with them. just give them the damn money! its like, here, i'll pay you to leave me alone okay?

i honestly think they couldn't string out a reply intelligently because...
1) they were too shocked to see two contrasting characters having lunch together. one, an angel from heaven giving money to the less fortunate. another, the anti christ from hell's pass refusing money to cyclone victims and holing up away with her v.c andrews. self centredly no doubt.

2) they're stupid and actually haven't read about the cyclone victims but enjoy basking in the alturistic ways of normal humans out to get social fame and recognition. urgh.

3) they're freshmen and therefore scared of juniors(yr2s). (aiyah.then dont go bouncing around school)

URGH. i'm sorry. i've been rather nasty of late!:( i can't wait for wed!YAY!

B.T.S.B

2008-04-25T18:01:00.004+08:00

i'm sick, i'm suffering from a severe case of B.T.S.B. the doctors say its useless and that i just have to wait it out. its one of those things like salmonella where you can only wait it out and pray it won't do permanent internal damage to the system.

what if i never get well again?

i fear for my life:(

in any case, i'm really upset. hmmm, and i blew $42 on lunch. i just ate and ate and ate and ateeeeeeeeee. comfort food i call it. binging is so passe but argh, it does the trick.shucks.i'm so dead. i'm so sick and i'm going to die and i hate the world AND i think people are such a waste of space AND i pray that the terrorists/secret militants will come bomb temasek poly when its deserted(no innocent lives lost and school will be, er. non existent)AND urghhhhh. i'm so so so annnnnoyed:(

oh, and lest you think i've violated the rules of grammar in all its worldly wonder, i am aware that there can be no more than one "and" in a sentence. however, the multiple "ands" in my previous paragraph just go to show the succession of emotions from irksome worthy events.

URGH. i'm so short tempered now.

and by the way, B.T.S.B stands for "back to school blues".

shucks, i'm going to die:(

this is exactly how i feel. and do you realise. the focus of the photograph is not on bryce, but is instead on the magazine he is ahem, MOCK reading. so, bryce is the background and the magazine is the foreground. don't you sometimes feel that way? when you're getting so pissed off and angry but you're cast into the background(not that you're yearning for centre stage) but it sucks when focus is on such frivolties.

URGH. annoyed:(

BOREDness is the new BOREDom

2008-04-08T16:20:00.003+08:00

you know, i've been reduced to creating new words. i have since changed boredOM to boredNESS. you know why? okay, i think this is going to be really clever and all of you are going to be blown away by my infinite wisdom..but but but. i changed the OM to NESS because, if you think about it. when people are bored, they don't meditate on the indian God "OM", they think of the loch NESS monster and its origins.

RIGHT? RIGHT? omg, i'm so brilliant O_o*

in any case, i'm really too lazy to blog (and upload photos for that matter), so i decided to do a video entry. its one of those videos that i'll be too embarrassed to watch 5 years down but i'll still upload it anyway because... i haven't met A LOT OF YOU IN AGES! and i hope this will help satiate YOUR IMMENSE HUNGER TO SEE ME till we next meet. much love and care, WATCH THE DAMN VIDEO YOU PEOPLE. i know you want to. its truly lois at her freakishly finest:)

please watch it till the end. I LOVE MY SONG AND ITS LYRICS:) omg. i'm such a loser -_-*

finesse

2008-03-26T10:38:00.006+08:00

i was at a ball on saturday when i was suddenly hit with this immense wave of boredom and worthlessness. so, i looked around me(in this innane hope of a makeshift saviour) but only saw all these happy-made-up-faces. i obviously wasn't too happy since i had nothing to do and my head hurt. thankfully, the trees were kind and i saw this stack of shangri-la hotel note paper on the table. i snatched it and starting drawing.

while everyone else was fawning over their food or going on about the clip playing, i was creating the coolest cartoon character of all time. i present to you,
are you ready?

MR TOFU & THE 2 BLACK BEANS

GET IT? GET IT?

okay, i shan't ostracize the people who don't get it. i'll explain the comic strip okay? well, basically i drew inspiration from the rumours and typecast(noun) that the whites and blacks portray.

you know how when you watch television programmes and negroes are considered the scum of the earth whereas the white men are to be greatly revered? well, they're obviously represented above, through the two characters used. explicitly, might i add. anyhow, literature devices and character studies have proven well in the usage of drawing parallels to well known fairytales and whatever tofu said in the first box.

by saying "my skin's the fairest of 'em all", the artist(me) is trying to elicit this negative feeling from the readers towards mr.tofu. are you feeling it dammit? therefore, it sets the platform for the whole strip... that the whites are exuding dominance over the nation because of the colour of their skin. like how queen mother tried to exterminate snow white because snow white was like this beautiful fry.

so, that's part 1. on to part 2...

in it, it's quite "you get what you see" so, since its so self explanatory. i'll just leave it at that. just a thought to ponder on however, would be the fact that i changed it from a speech bubble to a thought bubble. that way, mr. tofu will never be sued for defamation. though as the artist, i probably will. o_O. okay, i admit i didn't consider that.

Part 3

this bit of the comic strip is a little different because its open to 2 interpretations. 1 of which i'm more accepting of, of course. oh, in case you dont know what the bit in part 3, viewer's left is.. its a quashed mr. tofu. oh, and the black beans are saying "black but harder you white shit!"

interpretation #1
that the whites will one day get wiped out by their lousy shit ass democratic decisions and the blacks will laugh at them because of their hard political standings on certain issues... and also due to the fact that they've been hardened by the world's past discriminatory issues. i.e to kill a monkingbird/racial laws stating that it is wrong to kill a negro..so that besides the murder charge, an added charge of racial killings will be slapped on that person(sure, it protects but think about it, its discriminatory in itself)

interpretation #2
er, well. think about hard... in terms of sex...and how turgid/flaccid/hard/soft has to do with the human anatomy?i don't want to explicitly type it out. its not very nice. also, if you still don't get it(because you're innocent and you've been living under a rock) then think along the lines of "negroes are better lovers than the white men". also consider the fact that i didn't use white trash but instead, white shit.

don't you just LOVE literary devices? they're so fun to play with. well, toodles. i know i still owe all of you photos from my birthday, the ball and other things. urgh. i'm so damn lazy. sorrrrrrry!

teenagers are glue-sticks

2008-03-12T10:01:00.004+08:00

you want to know the truth about parents? they're the most brilliant creatures to ever roam this earth. do you think they mispronnounce words/slang because they're stupid?

no, my dears. you're terribly mistaken. they do it, so that they can annoy every bit in you and hopefully embarrass you to a point of no return. it suddenly just dawns on us that every kiss, every hug, every"AH GIRL AH, GOT BRING YOUR SANITARY PAD OR NOT?", was premeditated and infused at strategic time gauges.

they do it, to ruin us.

HAHA. of course not. they're not so free!( but they are. i'm just writing this here as a disclaimer. no death is involved so it won't breach the unfair contract terms act.HAH. in your face)

in any case, i'm here today as Lois the Saviour. i will explain to you how a parent functions/thinks and we shall outsmart them. lets start with a case study as retold by unreliable sources. namely, fellow teenagers.

CASE STUDY X

teen X: i want to go play LAN games tonight till 3am.
X's mom: no, i forbid you to.
teen X: f*ck you lah! i want to LAN through the night. all my friends are doing it.
X's mom: no. i won't allow it*keeps strong but is precariously balancing on the verge of motherly sanity and human dignity*
-end-

OKAY, end of case study example. now, let's do a fair lady and point out all the mistakes in that conversation. we call it, the analysis, or what teen X will probably call. the analysisation. i rest my case.

ANALYSIS OF CASE STUDY X

why does X's mom not allow X to "go play LAN games"? and till "3am" for that matter?

its because X's mom thinks that LAN is a thinly disguised version of "lan jiao" which ultimately means penis in hokkien. you see, parents aren't that stupid. they take their cues from the people who know the "violence business" best. the hokkien mafia. so, how would that affect the mother? she obviously wouldn't want to hear of her son going to play penis games till 3am in the morning. DUH.

next statement to be analysed "f*ck you lah!" this is a great big shocker. parents believe that teens are at a stage where sarcasm rides on a century's high. this also means that they'll take the "f*ck you lah" statement at face value but with negative connotations... simply put. they just interpreted the statement as an indecent, incestuous proposal. *gasp*

does this not shed some light on why parents turn your requests down? it's all about the art of asking. you can make your parents agree to EVERYTHING if you only know how to do it. what X really should have done was say.

"Dear mother, can i please go for this once in a lifetime educational offer. there's this game which helps us deal in real life issues like trading and protecting yourself/increasing your strength(by killing other people no doubt). i don't learn this in school but i want to better myself. i want to be the child that you raised me up to be. someone who can deal with real life issues and studies. can i please go? its an intensive course so it might last till 3am. but for you mother, and the betterment of our family as an entity, i will persevere through the long hours and come out a victor. if i do well in tonight's game. there might be future installments. I WILL DO THIS MOTHER! "

you see, the mother would obviously let X go.

haha, okay. that was bullshit. it wouldn't even run for pelican brief. i'm really just messing with you. being absolutely anal for no reason on end only because annoying people is excitedbly, the most enticing prospect that everyone should jump wagon for.

so, feeling brilliant already?

i feel like, f*cking brilliant *winks*

p.s if you didn't get the last statment. you didn't get the entire post you dumbass.

its cough syrup for the healthy

2008-02-22T18:12:00.003+08:00

three days ago, i told myself

"Lois Goh, i want you to start up a business/ organisation"

so, armed with a new mission and trying tasks at hand, i did what any other ailing 18 year old would do. i started researching with the means of my laptop.(i daresay my health in recent months has gotten from high school musical to tales from the crypt. i am, an ailing 18 year old. woe!)

in any case, i went down a list of potential job opportunities and came to the conclusion that if i wanted to start something, it had to have low overhead and low commitment levels.

my next thought was, it needed to be a service.

now, what service may i ask requires absolutely no overhead, low commitment levels(rather ad-hoc), brings in the bucks and is relatively easy to do.

AH.-she smiles ever so sweetly-

*cough*sex sells, as usual.*cough*

p.s ailing but chaste mind you! :) taa.

kacang puteh KACHING!

2008-02-18T06:25:00.002+08:00

this is the 201st post.

i wrote this while buying dinner home yesterday.

"i honestly believe that i'm losing my mind, and even as i chronicle my mental decadence, i am astounded by the lucidity and awareness that my conscious mind so possesses. i am now reading material way beyond my years(well, not really) and maybe it is just that that ails me so. the fact that i understand perfectly its text and literature but fail to fully appreciate the application process. this serves as a real frustration to me and all who come in contact with me. this unsung perplexity is indeed, seemingly perplexing

and then i dwell in the circumstances that do not befit me and gripe about these lamentable issues; knowing deep in my heart that they don't really bother me so but just serve to be a topic of interest to many since misery loves company and who wouldn't mind a jolly laugh on the preface of bitching and the likes.

but be gone fair child, for i am no more. this shadow of the waif like girl has stolen into the night and will never return. the thief of sanity breeds not and wants not no more so you may rest and be at peace. be at peace my child, be at peace. "
lois 1990-?

on a completely different and more humane note, i hope you're cheerier, daniel!:) and i hope life's looking up min chieh!:) and and and, to all the people who read this oracle. i hope everything will turn bright and cheery soon!:)

p.s, and to think i sounded so demented in the first few paragraphs.. i'm actually really happy nowadays. must be the aftereffects of a great birthday!:) haha. and the fact that holidays draw near!:)

much love to those around. please text me all your numbers again because if you don't already know, my mother sat on my phone on my birthday and it broke. so here's me, trying to regain my life again:)

i love the fact that i keep quoting myself nowadays,it makes me feel so important that i'm actually QUOTE WORTHY!:)

xoxo

BIRTHDAY GIRL:)

2008-02-12T09:15:00.000+08:00

Dear God,
Lois isn't ready for her 18th birthday. 2days, thats all she asks for. Lois wants an extension. like a project deadline. lois just isn't ready for the birthday.
Love, Lois.

well, i wrote that on the 7th of feb and i'm not sure if it was ever granted since we don't get physical proof of prayer requests. well, in some instances we do but thats not the point. what i'm saying is that there's no sure proof of authenticity in the form of a certificate. no matter, no matter.

i sat there, in the early hours of the morning, labouring over my quiet time materials. i just couldn't make sense of anything. maybe it was the apprehension of the day to come, maybe it was the birthday.

maybe.

so i huddled by my blanket and brought my knees up to my chin, quickly assuming the pseudo gauche role; letting my fingers run its course down my legs while my thoughts ran a course of their own..

then, i got ready for chinese new year visitations.

the day passed without incident until this absolutely horrible incident left me confused and empty. it wasn't the incident per se but more so, my reactions to it. all i have to say, is that, i learnt a big life lesson that day and its almost life changing.

that, was almost enlightening and the messages from the morning and the day before just came flooding back in absolute lucidity. the 7th of feb will pass me by whether i like it or not. its how i react to it and see it, which makes all the difference. i've always been the negative nut such but this year, my life changed.

my 18th birthday, though fraught with the most problems and insercurities thus far was probably the most fruitful birthday ever.

birthdays are about giving but we always forget to give a present to ourselves. this year, i remembered to give myself a present and that made all the difference.

Dear Lois,
thank you for giving me, perspective.
Love, Lois.

p.s details of my birthday will be updated in due course. taa!

the msn nick says all

2008-01-26T08:29:00.000+08:00

my msn nick says it all. like the daily bugle, hear ye! hear ye!

friends, this is my msn nickname (which my church leader promptly found fault with. oh gosh, really? is it really, that, disturbing? i think not. its really how you look at it and when you think the worst of the person, imagination probably becomes your undoing. i would term this as the social "dillema case" as an 'exception' under 'contributory negligence'.) and i digress, oops! my msn nickname, friends.

"because we're all, prostitutes"

why do people find fault with such a nickname or statement? all i'm trying to say is that we all sell ourselves at one point in time which is what prostitutes ultimately do. even i, would coin this interpretation as the superficial meaning to the statement... and not the fact that we are people who line the streets of katong and geylang or keong siak for that matter soliciting and offering services to unattractive sex crazed men.

and should my church leader think that i am insinuating that he may be a prostitute, as like the rest of the world; then he is sorely sorely wrong. or else, he must be really daft to believe that. i wouldn't know what he does in his own time:) okay, that last statement was uncalled for. here, let me neutralise it.. i'm not calling anyone a sex slave.

so, on the superficial level, its about selling ourselves. and when i say "selling ourselves", i mean, doing something against our natural principles to attain some forms of gain. like prostitutes who sell their bodies for a little cash and rewards, some of us would do something we normally wouldn't, just to fit in with the crowd. is that not, selling yourself out?

when people say, oh, she's changed. she's really loud now and stuff like that. i think "prostitute", she sold her soul. so, that's really all there is to it. of course, this is no ultimatum. [like the thinking students that MOE desperately wants us to be, there must always be a second side to every issue. (albeit the fact that third, fourth and fifth sides are what's required in curriculum nowadays. )]

anyhow, if the person's changed just because she's changed and not because she wants to fit in, then that's fine. leave her alone you freaks. and no, i would never think her a prostitute, or him for that matter.

moving on, we come to the less superficial level.

consider this, you take the bus to school/work(depends on who's reading the blog), and you're sitting next to a prostitute. you would never know for sure though. people don't go around with labels around their necks or heaven forbid, planks as a breastplate dictating what they do for a living or their human characteristics... and should you ever find someone like that, that person probably just read my post and deicded to prove me wrong, or else, a tkgs girl. tkgs girls are, er, really weird.(hey! i'm liable okay!)

my point is, (if you're still hanging on), is the fact that prostitutes show no hint of who they are till you get to the wee hours of the morning of course where suddenly a shot isn't just vodka but more like a shot for $90.(yeah, they count be shots, not hours) if you know what i'm talking about of course. so, they're really just people... pfft, and society says we're racist. HELLO!!!! stop being an "occupationist"!

bottomline, i would replace the word prostitute with the word people. that's what we all are, right? (i sure hope so) in any case, we're all people who happen to be something or another. prostitutes, doctors, kacang puteh seller, medicated oil packer, singer, we all end up in urns anyway(unless you're a muslim, then you'll only end up in an urn like, 6 or 30 years later). so, please stop thinking the worst of others.

now, the third and final layer is really inter-changable with layer 1. no matter, i first came up with the statement because of education. and this is the basis of which i bank this statement on. you see, my mind travels out-toward. it starts from the deepest, crux worthy level, then branches out to the more superficial levels.

anyhow, education eh. we do it all the time. answer me this( this came out for my sec 3 biology exam and i'm sure the tkgs classmates of mine can vouch that this indeed took place) :

“What are the conditions needed for photosynthesis to happen?”

and i wrote on my exam paper sunlight, water, carbon dioxide, chlorophyll and love. Tay circled it and marked it wrong. chey, REALLY MEH? i really don't think so. without love, the plant would cease growing. without love, there would be no effort and this question would thus cease to exist. (omg lois, so far fetched!) in any case, i really didn't think that my answer was wrong and don't we do it all the time? let the teachers mark what they want to see and no what you really believe in?

i once answered a question through the means on a comic strip and my main character was a maimed vietnamese starfish(which was stellar in all standards of art by the way) but i got marked wrong because i didn't write it in proper sentences. oh, woe. going against the system always sucks. that's why, we're all prostitutes. because, we dare not go against the crowd and end up selling ourselves out with answers that educators want to hear.

this is most upsetting. i cannot stand how people live their whole lives thinking literally when its really the lateral thinking that calls out to them. how can people go live their lives without thinking? without digging further and farther into the depths of knowledge. do they not, want pearls of wisdom to fall by their feet? where is this thirst of knowledge!!? people just let the pearls of knowledge go. these must be very generous people. daft, but generous i suppose?

and after all the fiest and angst has fallen away as shrivelled crusts to a peeled onion, there's just a question left to answer. so let me pose it to you, on neutral and unoppressed grounds..

so, are you a prostitute?

and i'll stand my ground even if i may be flogged because if you have no principles, you have nothing. this, is who i am and i will not be oppressed. *kudos to amelia for snapping this picture of me.loves!*

xoxo,
lois

accent gone awry

2008-01-15T20:51:00.000+08:00

there are some days when something really bad happens and you can't breathe and you really just want to cry but you dare not since you're still too rational to cry. yet, you feel your chest tightening and your airpipe's getting increasingly choked. constricted and panicky, you call those closest to you.

perhaps i overdramatise, but no.

today, all that, happened to me. thankfully, the thought of being surrounded with close friends comforted me and i slowly regained my composure. i decided to just curl up in a corner and read a book/ have a plate of ice cream, whilst awaiting their arrival.

i know that there's really no cause for concern since people in the world are dying or getting raped or something but why use the measure of relativity and put a number to my misery? i am me and this ails me so. i hope we all have a mutual understanding on my rationale, no?

ARGH.

today was such a bad day.

there goes lois, with her head in the clouds. is there anything that will ever shake her out of that morbid customised utopia she lives in? she believes that on the whole, everything's just so perfect and unassuming. sure, she flares up at day-to-day issues, sure, her temper's rather nasty..but on the whole, there's really just, no harm in the world lois lives in. its always termed as an exercise of patience, or exercise of restraint.

take for example: today.

today was mainly, an exercise of restraint/patience/love/assertiveness/will, all rolled into one. let's extrapoliate this concept for a moment and look at it from a "de generis"(my hullaba for general) point of view.

on the bigger scale, something was basically taken away from me even after having been abated, furiously might i add. then, a statement passed, not to rub salt in your raw wounds(that would only qualify if it was on the issue per se), but as a suggestion. of which the motive was rather dubious. what was taken away had taken years to build up and all these, try as you might, to build it all up again, would only result in details being lost in the process.

it didn't matter, a little part of me died today but something else grew.. not to replace the void of course but a separate emotional entity nonetheless.

THANK YOU SI YING!!! THANK YOU MIN CHIEH!!! AND THANK YOU DANIEL!!! for just being there for me while i went through the "asthma" attack and the psycho "cascading" strawberry missles, listening to me blab non stop and trying to repeat to me what i said, verbatim...with this genuine quizzical look of curiosity and concern. okay, maybe not look..but it sounded it anyhow.

and now, i am just too tired to carry on. so i end, with a photo of lois goh.. in happier times.

we're us, you're you and i'm i.

new is new when wen is wen

2008-01-06T13:12:00.000+08:00

okay, so its 2-0-0-8.

and this year, i spent it across the universe*collapses in a heap of giggles singing lucy in the sky with diamonds*. well, i can feel it in my bones/blood... i'm changing. my values are essentially the same but my work takes me to other crowds; crowds that are unfamiliar to my present circles. its no biggie of course since i'm fundamentally more level headed than i really let on. its, balance, that will keep me going.

now, because i've been running around a lot lately, here are some of the photos i took whilst on them trips.

as stated in a previous post, JASON YEUNG CHIT SUM came back for a holiday and it was absolutely MANDATORY for me to meet up with him. eee, stupid medical student. oxymoron, maybe not eh? :)

presenting, jason! and welcome to the world of unflattering photographs. its reall quite silly actually. we'd gabbed on for hours without realising that we hadn't taken a photo and as we were walking to the bus stop, it dawned on us, OMG. NO PHOTO!!! so we were stressing out about how to get a photo taken WHEN i lowered my camera and saw nicholas kang wenhao standing a few metres away. SAVED! :) so i forced kang kong to snappety snap for us. FORCED.

the next day, i was due to emcee for the Singapore Basketball Referees Association's founding dinner. the food was REALLY good, i kid you not.
1/2 of Gim Siong's face.
my emcee partner. me,english. he, chinks.
edric, paulin, me= B.A ROCKS!
yet again.

righti-o.two days after emceeing gig was justin tan's commissioner's ball. being a close friend, he asked me to go so i went. aww, don't be sad, justin! evelyn(his girlfriend) will be back soon enough! :)

upon arrival.. I NEED A DRINK!!!!!WAITER!!!!
our placecards
justin and his er, day job. PIMPING BABEHHH. (i think sarah's really hot)
i don't want to talk to you. FINE!WHATEVER!
okay, maybe we can talk a little. haha, alright.

AND NOW... onto CHRISTMAS. it was a really sedated christmas for me. i basically spent it with the kids and relatives in the morning and a movie marathon later that day. it felt weird to spend christmas without my parents.
merry christmas bryce dear
bryce, you're such a big boy now
bryce playing with his remote controlled monster truck
monster truck over-turned

kimi and her please-don't-take-my-photo look. she's so cute!

a couple of days later, we had a dramaplus arts reunion. it was smaller than i expected and it was mostly made up of the kidsco2 people. WHERE ARE ALL THE KIDSCO PIONEERS?*in hong kong apparently* HMPH. well, the kidsco pioneers like charmaine, marcus, rachel, martin?, and i were just hanging out in a corner because the kidsco2 people seemed rather, er, unwelcoming.. carla and jason were, er, buffering. so, lets just call them kidsco 1b and 2a for now.

RACHEL HO RUIZHEN(i think thats your name)!!! my soul sister!
MARTIN, the mr SPIDEYman
marcus the SINGER ehhh?, martin, rach and me
charmaine. my best friend in dpa a looooong time back
dpa :) well, a fraction of it at least.

this was lunch at mogu mogu. it was one of those very random lunches with very random people. crispin had to pass me my christmas present and lijin and i needed lunch. earl was there cos earl was there.
earl, crispin.
i dragged jin along cos i fell in love with the mogu mogu waitress and i REALLY wanted to have a photo with her but i didn't dare to.so,lijin, being my sugar DADDY, helped.waitress so pretty!!!!

this wasn't planned but it was a good surprise in any case. okay, i shall TRY to go for culture. this is mel love and felicia darling. TKGIANS UNITE! :)

OKAY, SO FINALLY, WE REACH 2008. after watching across the universe, i didn't feel like going home so we swung by coffee bean for a snack and a drink.

3am and eating by the drain. destitute? aye.
egg pita is homeless. oh, poor starving african children, dig this bro.
this is so like the world. catastrophe= ruined egg pita. two elephants walking away from each other= two countries after a proxy war. ITS NONE OF OUR BUSINESS, they say...
naked and caught, stark raving mad.
yeah? whatever. it's 2008 man... chill.

the year just got better with me meeting up with JOELLE HE SHIYUN!!!best friend in tkgs who followed her dreams and is now studying music in Rochester New York!:) sigh, i want to go over too dearie!!!!

i was feeling out of sorts that morning and i was puking all morning but after i got to school, it was all good..then it became better when i finally got to parkway, dinner.joelle.loves. we will probably never get this camwhoring thing right
okay, much better.(side note, please eat more,lois. you look deathly)
joelle got this for my christmas present. its an earring with a bell at the bottom..so i sound like a cow when i turn my head from side to side.HAHA:) thanks joelle!:)
joelle and her 8DOLLARS instant noodles.
me and my fried sausage with goose liver sausage
joelle is popular
and so am i!
i love my keds.... and parkway... and pbl tort paper thing...and the world
i swear, we'll NEVER get the photo riiiight.
last photo of meet-up, perfect:)

lijin is due for thailand on the 7th which is also the day the acib boys get their results back. ALL THE BEST LOKEY!KEN LUI!TIM TEO!JITYEW!and every other acib boy. anyhow, lijin and i decided to have lunch at dempsey with his n.s friends, joel, stanley and his girlfriend. i had school in the morning so i didn't get to eat at dempsey. i ended up lunching at sakae in town. yay:)

dempsey, old school man.
27B. spooky
it wasn't us.
cosmopolitan girl in a not so cosmopolitan world
its the balance of nature that'll bring her through the day.
maybe?

and there ended our dempsey excursion. i was feeling peckish so we headed down to town for some sakae sushi, compliments of kenneth yeoh lijin of course.
wasabi sushi with NO kick.
yum. i'm usually averse to the whole wasabi/chilli/spicy bonanza but this was okay.
i suspect he was on ecstasy(yao tou wan)

yes, it's flattering. real flattering, lois.

and so ended life, so far.

i'm getting rather nervey actually. it'll be my 18TH BIRTHDAY in exactly 32 days and that's really un-nerving. its daniel's birthday in 30 days and honestly, i'm not sure if i should go with birthday present 1 or birthday present 2. i guess i have 30 days to decide right?

i think 2007 was a year of reckoning. it was also the year i finally decided to be determined in chasing my dreams. i've always found it impossible to live, as a struggling artiste/thespian(whichever presides). fame, had always been the measure of the art. in 2007, i finally gave up the chase for fame, instead, i chased my dreams. my dream of being a medium for emotions and expressions. thats, when everything clicked and fell into place.

my love for drama had been rekindled.

i felt like giving up at many points in 2007 but the people around me opened their hearts and cheered me on. i think the friends i made in tkgs kept me sane and so did other random arbitrary people. though, its mostly my faith that kept me afloat for so long.

2007 was a horrible year for my health, i now weigh 5kg less than what i used to weigh, a miserable 47kg..and dropping. nearing the end of the year, i collapsed at the train station and thankfully the mrt staff helped me out. its been a real nutty year and i'm thoroughly exhausted but life isn't about looking back. its not even about looking forward. its about looking up.

if there's one thing i've held on fast to, its

MORIBUS MODESTUS,
DEMURE & RESOLUTE

like the tkgian, i'll persevere with grace and come out determined but not unfurled.

2008, as all positive and purists would put it, will be a better year. i think, its going to be a really eventful year. did i tell you? i got accepted into the young company. that singapore repertory theatre drama group that i'd auditioned for but thought i'd been rejected.

it turned out that they'd been too busy with their productions that they didn't have a chance to release the results till end-dec 07. i'm happy though:) finally, life after school.

i don't feel like ending this post because it seems incomplete.

in any case, to all my friends, MUCH LOVE FROM LOIS!!!:) we'll meet up soon:) i promise:)

brown pennies are cool.

HAPPY 2008 EVERYONE! :) *and don't forget, lois is turning 18 VERY SOON*

jesse james is in THE house

2007-12-21T10:48:00.000+08:00

i was on one of my literary sabbaticals recently and as i sat on the wooden benches outside sinema@ mount sophia(which is a lovely place by the way), i felt really small. and as it started to get chilly, i pulled my sweater closer to my body but the cold just penetrated. its unrelenting demeanour fuelled me to think that i was powerless.

then, there was a sudden surge of all these inexplicable energies and i could sub consciously feel social wounds healing and a void in my heart being filled. like a biscuit of enlightenment, something inside me was crumbling and pictures of my mother as a young schoolgirl started flipping past me. i felt like i was in the dvd menu of "click" and my memories were just passing me by.

in the hope of stilling this overwhelming feeling, i closed my eyes and concentrated on the rain and its whispers; whispering the secrets of the world in the soft gentleness but alas, it was being stubborn that day. my own secrets came to me instead and words started to form as supplements to my insane cause...

*excerpt from my brain(full text)*

In the chaos, be with me.
In the stillness, I am free.

Sanity(1990-?)

continuing, i think its right to say that in recent days, i've been hit with the sum of all fears and, the beat goes on. history has turned a page and i'm struck once again by what a plooey i really am. so, here's to me and my blue ants! :) cheers.

and all i really want for christmas...

1. is to be on the oprah winfrey show.
2. is for hugh grant to do my make up and hair for me
3. is for poor prima deli to get their business going again
4. is for NUS to call and beg me to study at their varsity
5. is for ants to turn blue
6. is a snail wearing a green bikini
7. is lasagne, specially baked by anyone dear to me
8. is for north korean officials to evaporate
9. is ikea (no, really.)

and onto more tangible and attainable means...

1. the testicles of a mao leftist
2. a lock of cher's hair and her cheek cells
3. pandora's box(the box of a girl named pandora living in kansas)
4. a zebra
5. the bus tickets that julie delpy and ethan hawke used in "before sunrise"
6. stan's (from southpark) headgear
7. an ipod classic/nano VIDEO
8. the chairmanship of the wall street journal? rigghhht.
9. a musical box filled with photos of dear ones

righti-o.

in all my pessimism, here's lois goh wishing all of you a MERRY CHRISTMAS! :) really, go be merry people! you deserve it. its been a nutty year. i would know.. :)

its a lois!! run!!!

2007-12-12T13:19:00.000+08:00

and now, the mandatory PAPERSTARS post.

PAPERSTARS 2007 was...
ABSOLUTELY HAPPENING!

CREW

Producer:- Kee Ya Ting
Director:- Terence Samuel Tay
Director of photography:- Muhd Faried
Editor:- Muhd Sulaimi
Writer/Sound engineer:- NurFazilah

CAST
Jia Yee:- Charis Vera Ng
Charlene:- Goh Leyu Lois-Acacia
Charlene's mother:- Kelly Lim
Charlene's father:- Gerald Chew
Auntie Cheong:- Low Xiao Rong
Felicia:- Laura Kee
Mr Lim:- Randall Tan
Ai Ning:- Amanda Yu
Hui Ting:- Vicky
Amelie:- Almaas Shazea
Sally:- Charlotte Chin
Mrs. Ismail:- Kasma Ahmad
Mr. Singh:- Hemang Yadav

Filming was from the 20th - 28th Nov and i'm sure that all of us lost it at least one point in time but through it all, we all finished what we started out to do. Some left the filming with heavy hearts and words unspoken, others looked away with the shame of not having done their best and the rest, well, they were more relieved that the hysteria of finding the perfect lighting was finally over.

I'll leave the pensive moments for later though. First, i'd like to document the days, not so much in detail but, just a record. Memories are meant to be fully detailised in your heart anyway.

DAY1(20th nov):- ngee ann poly toilet scene

the day passed without much incident. Ya Ting came to get me from school and together with uncle Tay, we headed down to ngee ann poly.

there, ALMAAS! CHARLOTTE! LAURA!(alphabatically arranged) were filming some bits so i went to change into my school uniform. later, gabby helped put on the make up.

the helpers:) REI. FAIZAL. ALVIN(bugger/mel).SULAIMI.EARL
cast:) CHARLOTTE. ALMAAS. LAURA.
MAKE-UP:) gabby putting on my make up
MAKE UP EPISODE 2:) ya ting touching up for me
they were zoned out, i think?

i was so thankful for charlotte and mas that day because i was still testing water and getting a feel of the crew and location. i'd later come to realise that my doubts were unfounded though and i was just being anal and over-protective of myself. (what?lois goh! you're such a loser)

so, char, mas and i were bitching about HOW GUYS SUCK. red, rei and earl joined in and started mimicing us. TSK. RE-ITERATED MAN! but it was all good and that day ended too soon.

DAY 2(21st nov):- Qing Feng Coffeeshop scene

honestly, this was one of my favourite scenes because it was the explicit build up to the climax of the film, yet it also doubled up as an implicit build up in ways apart from the fighting scene. it was probably the scene that set the foundation and catalysed a change in charlene's emotional character dynamics.

i heard that the day had started out real bad because the rain was terribly unrelenting and the equipment had just conked out. this of course, resulted in a loooooong wait, on charis' groups part. woe.

CHARIS:)
BUNNY:)
VICKY :)

RED:)errr, UNCLE.MARLBORO MENTHOL PLEASE?

Day 3(22nd nov):- Jurong West Secondary scene

the day had started out with fun and laughs. for the first time in our lives, charlotte and i witnessed the cab meter jump to $30+. well, its no surprise of course. pasir ris, ang mo kio and finally jurong west. YIKES.

so, in the morning and the psycho ex sixers did what we did best. (ex sixers being charlotte and me(hail 4e6). )we were prancing and dancing and heaven forbid, seducing each other to the hairspray soundtrack. tsk, tsk.

later, we sat down to draw up some class announcements. charlotte and her NO PRE-MARITAL SEX(mrs. Ho must have taught her real well in sex ed.) and my gorbachev's mama(mr. Ang will be upset at how historically blasphemous i've become).

oh, and have i mentioned, this would turn out to be a TERRIBLE day(on my part of course). i apologise for being cranky:(

daniel, jeremy, timothy and wei-an arrived in due time with tim's girlfriend in tow. by then of course, i was sort of out of sorts and daniel being the best friend made me a little happier:) haha.
soon after, si ying arrived and all were present.

filming that day was probably the most well done. it really felt like we were on the set of "i not stupid" or something. and and and, they all got to see Randall tan. haha. lucky people.

(i'm getting really lazy and my head hurts so i'll just point form the rest of the day)
- lost my ez link card
- was pissed the whole day
- everyone had fun seeing randall
- had to rush off because of my public speaking exam at 2
- ez link card still lost
- anger.frustration.
- found ez link card:)
- thanks to Ya Ting:) Terence:) Rei:) Earl:) and everyone else who i called to harrass

charlotte being mrs. ho's pet :) HAHA.

me being historically blasphemous :) i'm KICKASS in art:)

Daniel!:) Wei-an!:) and thats tim peeking out from behind dan:) oh, and the girlfriend.
Sulaimi! PANTAT MAN!
WELCOME TO 4E6 2007 where the class really should read 6E4 2007 cos everyone's olddd!
4e6 with LIT TEACHER, Randall Tan! :)
Laura's got this timeless, picturesque face. lovely.
humour me. i love how this picture falls into place/frame
Rei, concentrating on the task at hand. BEST SLATE AWARD RECIPIENT:)
"dammit woman, just listen to me. i'm the director!" haha, sammy being patient with my onslaught of inane questions :)

DAY 4(23rd nov):- 1st crack in the family scene

this was the day i finally got to meet my parents. we quickly fell into our roles and there was an inexplicable tension going on between my mother and i. my relationship with my father was of course non- existent. no, its not that i didn't bond with my parents off set, but its more like, we had a goal to accomplish so we sort of carried on in our roles even off set.

i was bitching with gabby and kelly(my mother) for most part of the day and it was good:) gabby and i started playing with our potatoes. oh, woe be to sammy who tried to stop us from playing but to no avail. that was the day everyone went into their small little worlds. HAHA. rei and his dancing, sulaimi and his make up and others doing their own weird things.

Gerald Chew! :) my pa

Kelly Lim! :) My ma
Gabby!:) my bitching partner
Acacia! :) my twin

the, omg my mother's having an affair scene. very scandalous.. i like!
oh, the light blew. hence, the mandatory shot of the fuse box. yes, its an everyday occurence
my POTATO!!!!!!(yes lois, bore us to death by stating the obvious)
earl and rei, hard at work
red, hard at work.
rei, reeling from the effects of too much hard work. conker bonkers!

day 5(24th nov):- general office scene + emo crying bedroom scene

okay, scary. SCARY day. everyone was just plain tired:( but surprisingly, we still managed to have fun and joke around. i don't know why we could still be so happy and high even admidst the mood. ah, i'll let the photos do the talking!

you don't fool me!! they're jaundiced breasts!!! papayas? you must be bananas!
Hemang Yadav!:) crispin!!! he's Hemang!!!
ehm. hur hur.
we love each other and we want the whole world to know...
EARL! RED! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? you guys are so gross!!!! s377a of the penal code!!!
eh. but i like it what!! seeing earl and red like that makes me happy!!

okay lois, i need more blood on your temple!wah lah! break up, break out and break down

YaTing's eeyore and my rats getting, er, acquainted.
and the night draws on.
it wasn't me.
this was a must because janice looked really cute!!!!! haha:)
EMILLIE!:) my lovely goldfish.

day 6(25th nov):- FIGHTING SCENE

this was the day where more fights occured apart from the very obvious fight. as tensions rose, it was probably the friends that brought us through. the weather was being a big crank and as the sun set as quickly as it had risen, we were all left wondering if this was an omen of something bigger.

PEEKTURES!!!

charlotte finds joy with leaves
another timeless look from the one and only, bunny! (amanda yu)
almaas looked too cute. i just HAD to put the picture here.
we love our mini potong sticks. courtesy of Yating.

charis's best photo. lovely ain't it?
cleopatra and julius ceasar. go read them fake papryus reeds
faz!:) oh, so unassuming. gives the photo a nice feel
best friends:)
bitches! well, no. not really.
what the bitches did! well, no. not really.

day 7(26th nov):- charis & gang scene

i wasn't involved with this scene but from the stuff that pantat boy showed me. it looked like good stuff and charis vera ng is one talented girl! kudos:) laura also put on this really convincing act when she looked all dejected and stuff. the chemistry of everyone in that scene just gelled so well. i couldn't help but feel myself melt into the wall of the editing room. my performance in comparison, paled, to say the least.

gark.

*slaps self* lois goh, you're such a failure.

day 8 (27th nov):- reconciliation scene

on set, it was the day charis and i reconciled. off set, it was the day charis and i really bonded. i think this was one of the better days. enough said, words just undermine the experience. *on a side note, we filmed through the night so we filmed all the way till we'd reached sulaimi's birthday,the next day. and THAT'S when be became known as the pantat man:)

havoc vs. placid
charis.vice.love.
and we feel the ground beneath us. but do we really?
it moves.
tong wai(i think its spelt like that) and his whole "sound" image

day 9 (28th nov):- retake of coffeeshop scene

i wasn't needed for the day and besides, i had an exam.

day 10 (29th nov):- dysfunctional family scene

the last day of filming. expectations ran high and we were left feeling, thinking, wondering. it was one of the bittersweet moments where its usually sweeter at one point in time but upon retrospect, more bitter than anything.

i felt, weird.

i guess i felt that way since my whole year spent in poly was so dreary and filming had probably been one of the few things i'd looked forward to. even if it ended at 3am and i had an exam later that morning. or even when i felt like giving up because i'd reached home at 4am but had to force myself to stay awake and chug out my schoolwork.

i was this zombie, ambling aimlessly through school but at least, i was happy and i had direction in my work. it all came to an end, too soon? too late? i'll never know.
our VERY happy family.
okayokay. get ready!!.. er..?
PAPERSTARS!!!! crew+1cast member
CAI SEN YE

MELISSA!!!! awww...
sammy our editor!!! haha, you think?

i love rei's face in this. he looks like a small child
fazzy!!!

and now, lets go for photos of utter miscellany!

faizal and his rupanzel dreams
section 377a of the penal code!!!!
sammyboy! er?!!
getting into character...

if sulaimi were a bank account...
laura during rehearsals
girls like you... shhhould..wwwwaaatch.. theiir...backssssssssssss
miramira!
yes lois, you look really intellectual

sulaimi. enough said. :)

and there you go. my paperstars account. i left out the bitching and gossips. neutral baby, neutral!! haha:) i really haven't an idea how the end product's going to be like but i DO know how the raw footage is and i'm disappointed in myself. mas say's i shouldn't be this way and others say it'll be fine.

ah, que sera sera :)

paperstars xoxo

i lie

2007-12-10T14:20:00.000+08:00

want to hear something incredibly hilarious?
i think its much too incredulous for you to believe
i cried, i wailed and then, i became placid and plain
for what i'd just committed was nothing more
than.. than..

* i can't say it.
(psst, i'm too incredibly stupid)

my insatiable valley of stupidity had finally reached full capacity(though theoratically, thats impossible) when i slashed out all my answers this morning. oh god, i'm stupid. which is why, i hope joshua will stop being a gigolo and take up an admin job in tpoly so that he can rig my grades.

ARGH!!! i'm so so so stupid! *slaps self*

LOIS GOH! you are a STUPID child.

pffft. jhjhfbfgrrivgybrf.

as i was walking home in the rain, i felt my brain gain a face. then, my brain turned to me and it wore a sad look of magnified disappointment. thats, when i really felt like kicking myself. oh, but it doesn't end there (woe be to me, cheery chums!). my brain turned away from me, only to be attacked by these other creatures. i'll call them agents of intelligentsia.

so, today, my brain...

died.

valedictorian 2007

2007-12-06T07:57:00.000+08:00

i'm valedictorian 2007. it came as a shock but i'm happy nonetheless. anyhow, i'm just kidding. i'll only get to be valedictorian until my exam ends at 4pm today. I'M BUSY MUGGING SO GO AWAY! don't call me or text me unless you're getting murdered or felt up! in which case, i doubt i'd be of any help anyway.

bottomline. go away.

and as proof of my stressed out-studying for exams- look. i present to you my classic depressed look. *taken from paperstars* THANK YOU YATING/EARL for taking this photo. not sure who took it. i think it was earl though.

PAPERSTARS-
classroom scene

i'm. so. tired.

*snores*

next stop, novena

2007-11-27T06:49:00.000+08:00

i think jason yeung chit sum is back. YAY! i need to catch up with him, its been far too long! :( anyhow, i'm absolutely pooped but the friends i've made in the last two weeks have made up for all its misgivings.

i'm so thankful for the chance they gave me.

as noticed, this post is just a filler; till i get my brain back. i have scheduled my brain transplant on thursday so don't DISTURB ME. i really really need my sleep.

AH! i'm sorry EVERYBODY!!! its not that i don't receive your texts!!! its just that, i'm too gone to think of a reply, so i usually reply 3 days late. andandand, I'M SORRY TORT PBL GROUP!! :( thank you for accomodating my psycho timetable. i know you do gripe at times but, its expected. THANK YOU !!!

anyhow, here's something i find interesting.

according to section 38, chapter 87 (education act) of the singapore statutes
Grounds for refusal to register a teacher.
38. The Director-General may refuse to register a person as a teacher if the applicant —

(a) is not of good character;

(b) has been convicted before any court of competent jurisdiction in Singapore or in Malaysia or in any part of the Commonwealth, of an offence punishable with imprisonment or of an offence under this Act or under any previous written law relating to education or the registration of schools or under any similar law in force at any time in Malaysia;

(c) has previously been refused registration as a manager on grounds which would also have precluded his registration as a teacher, or has been refused registration as a teacher under this Act or any previous written law relating to education or the registration of schools or any similar law in force at any time in Malaysia;

(d) has been struck off the register on the cancellation of his registration as a teacher under this Act or under any previous written law relating to education or the registration of schools or under any similar law in Malaysia, unless the cancellation of his registration as a teacher has taken place because of his resignation or because the school in which he was employed has ceased to exist;

(e) is unable to furnish evidence of medical fitness to the satisfaction of a medical officer of schools appointed in accordance with section 51;

(f) has at any time under any written law made a statement false or misleading in a material particular in an application for registration as a teacher or in information supplied in connection with the application;

(g) is likely to influence his pupils in a manner prejudicial to their welfare or to the public interest; or

(h) does not possess the minimum qualifications prescribed in the regulations made under this Act.

SO, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!! frame your teachers now. but, you should also be well acquainted with the corruption act and fraudulent practices. don't say i didn't warn you. i think subsection (a) cracks me up the most.

yawn, and i grudgingly trudge to school with my brain half liquidified and my eyes, positively wall. =_=

don't tase me bro! just shoot me. =_= becomes =_=*

LIVID

2007-11-21T23:18:00.000+08:00

hello, my name is livid and i'm really livid. also, i'm in love with a few punctuation notations. namely, -_- (thats what you call seething with rage)

and i learnt a new word today, nabei.

nabei.

-_-.

thus, i end my day

kimi wong

2007-11-17T09:14:00.000+08:00

introducing, KIMI WONG YU FANG! bryce wong kun ming's sister! kimi recently celebrated her 1 month birthday and she was such a darling! :) so, i now knight this post, a picture post. ENJOY! :)

now, up close.
on her 1 month celebration, thats her night nurse, auntie agnes :)
the day after her 1 month celebration
and not forgetting, brycie dear!! (i know the focus of the collage is weird.i'm still trying to figure out how the collage thing works. i suck)
there are many things that i can learn, only from children. perseverance and determination being the traits that stood out this year. this year, i made it one of my resolutions to be determined and persevere during rough times.

i'm glad to say that, the year is coming to a close soon enough and i've held fast to my resolutions. this year, admidst all my complaints of the social "debaucharies", social "degeneration" and social "douche", i've learnt a lot.

and though i hate the predicament i am in now, i'm loving it. i take it as gruelling training for the working world and life itself. haha, i must experience extreme solidarity to truly understand how to bring it across to the masses. YAY.

and, when do people turn from friends to lovers?

i think i now know :)

PART 2 of my photo post.(random outings)

singapore zoo!
bre and i, waiting for the night safari thing to start
STOP! i command :)
i think his name is alex and he's greek/hawaiian smth smth.
the happy family:)

random bugis outing with min chieh
charlotte and me scouring the katong streets
si ying. gawaff! haha. XIAO JIE, NI YI GE REN?
mel dear and i during youth service! (psst. i bought that banana! novel eh?)
emma and i, we've grown!!

yeah, artard!
friends since primary school. we so rock.
lets DANCE!!!
me emceeing during mid autumn
kim siong, my emceeing partner

OKAY. THATS ALL!:) have a good satuday people!
me, auntie agnes(nurse), kimi, bryce, yiyi(bryce and kimi's mother)
me, ah ma, ah kong
ah ma, bryce, pa, me, ma. do i look like my parents?

BRYCE! and me:)

and then, there was breanna

2007-11-13T20:48:00.000+08:00

haha, i've come to realise two very stark characters. the breannas and the loises.

recently, breanna chan qi-min bought the same handphone pouch as me. which goes to show that we have fundamental similarities. however, what happened to the handphone pouches, was shockingly*sigh* different.

MY(lois goh) handphone pouch which doubled as a wallet/coinpurse/proof of merriment(ticket stubs)/hair accessory holder/mini saturday charity sticker album[okay, so i lied, it didn't double up, it pentaed up]anyhow, recently, the zip ran off the groove from the stress of all that bulging mass. those extra shilings had finally taken its toil on the made in china zip.

needless to say, it broke.

now i have a square piece of material that could pass off as a purse, unless you look carefully of course. thats just me, trying to make the things i have into something different and something more. in the process, i sometimes get too carried away that things break. i'm not complaining of course. its after all, just an observation.

breanna's phone pouch is still alive. perhaps not as fully utilised, but happy nonetheless. haha. phone pouches aren't like humans, they don't think so much. therefore, for them to be alive,= happy!:)

and, because, i have no advice to dish out. i advise you to go read "running with scissors". as quoted from a source, its the brady bunch on viagra.

i couldn't agree more.

in a nutshell, this kid's gay and his family's gay in another sense. the whole book's real gay but they gayest bit is when he, a 13 year old has sex with a 33 year old man.

i really do love this book. go read it. my review is "it makes the book, me talk pretty one day, sound sedated and even that book was kick ass, so go and run with scissors NOW."

lois is ghey. GAY!:)

it's shameless

2007-11-08T14:28:00.000+08:00

it's shameless, that's what it is. advertisments are shameless! haha, but i'd do it anyway. okay. READ THIS ADVERTORIAL PLEASE.

12th November 2007

PARTY@HomeClub

6pm-late

tickets:$5

ITS FOR CHARITY SO YOU BETTER COME.

plus, i'm emceeing, so come and support me.

okay people, don't say i didn't warn you. it's going to be my 18th birthday in exactly 3MONTHS minus one day's time. that means, 7TH FEB 08 you doofus. well, truth be told, i'm awfully scared. i think that birthdays are like social report cards. if you were nice to people, it'll show.

i don't expect gifts or surprise birthday parties, it's really just not my thing.HOWEVER, i do expect people to remember my birthday because it feels nice to be loved!i love to be loved. :) so, you BETTER remember my birthday or else, i won't speak to you, i kid you not.

i'm turning 18. i need to accomplish something. life is going to reach a milestone, soon enough.

does anybody know the way to "check out"?

2007-11-04T09:33:00.000+08:00

"like miso soup, let it settle and it will be clear. "

I LOVE POLY!

for all its shortcomings, I LOVE POLY.

i love the PEOPLE!

i love the MANAGEMENT side of my course(law & mngmt).

i love THE FOOD.

i love the EXPENSIVE TRANSPORT FARES.

i love having to wake up every morning and stress myself over what i have to wear.

i love having to spend breaks by myself.

i love the people who challenge me in linguistics

i love the people who are wrong but try to make me believe i'm wrong

i love poly, have i said that already?

and now, if yes was no. then this post would be wrong.

wouldn't it?

i've no time to lament and be self piteous. i have things to do OUTSIDE of school and no little institution like lovely ol' tpoly is going to bring me down. here's a little advertorial,

VISAKAN WILL BE PLAYING SOLO. please support if you can :)

so, go support him!

recharged

2007-11-02T05:34:00.000+08:00

THANK YOU SI YING!!!! si ying cheered me up big time and now, i'm ENTIRELY GAY :) or at least thats what my msn nick says :)

in any case, i feel the load of school off my shoulders. you know how i'm a loner in school, i got so upset in school when the new term started because i felt even more alone than before. however, it was just a momentarily lapse of foolishness and now, i'm a whole lot happier... after getting freaked out by the psycho guy who tried to hit on si ying(or as i suspect, he was trying to hit on the ONE seashell on the beach.HAHAHAHAHAHA)I LOVE EAST COAST! it always makes me happy. east coasts NEVER fails, except once. perhaps?

whatever the case, IT WAS GOOD TO BE IN KATONG!!!!! where i knew all my close friends were/are.

in any case, its time to stop moping and continue with whatever i'm meant to complete...namely, life. okay, this month is going to be absolutely nuts and i really need to have a lot of discipline. mid years are in 4 weeks time. work is in 3 weeks time. projects are due in 2 weeks time. work for the next week. i really hope not to tire myself out but that's really close to impossible, its okay, i trust that God will deliver.

i've already pushed away as many things as i can, or turned down any partaaaye. its time to step up and step out. it's my turn to shine for the lord in any/every way possible.

some may call me fool, some may call me anti-social. you know what, it doesn't really irk me anymore because i have my books and my sanity. above all, i have a best friend and his name starts with J!

this is the song that i've been singing every morning, in all surrender. i give my day unto him.

I am falling to my knees,
I need you Lord to breathe in me.
My prayer is still the same,
My heart is calling out your name.

Sweet anointing fill this place,
I am found in your embrace.

Rain down on me, rain down on me.
Here in your presence I am free.
Pour down like rain,
Come and touch me again,
Lord let your presence fall on me.

I am longing just to see,
Your power and your majesty.

Sweet anointing,
Wash me over.

i think its the action of falling to my knees in all surrender that really stills my heart into submission. yet, besides in being an arbitrary action or feeling, i'm filled with an unspeakable love that just wraps me where no human can substitute.

on a random note though, i thought the pastor was really -_-* on sunday. IT WASN'T ACCURATE! in fact, it was BLASPHEMOUS! and i can't believe the rest of the church nodded in agreement just because he was a charismatic speaker. i nearly ripped andrew's sleeve off because i was tugging so hard. like, every time i heard something inaccurate, i would roar and thrash in silent rebellion. POOR ANDROOL. haha, SERVES HIM RIGHT! he only agreeed with me that the invited pastor was SHADY in his teachings only after a while. YOU SEE?YOU SEE!!!!PFFFT.

okay. thats all. by the way, i love the constitution of the Republic of Singapore, its SO fun.

:)

on a budget

2007-10-30T17:36:00.000+08:00

please insert expletive in capital letters --> ________ !

i'm so upset :(

and a random song that i've always loved. i love the lyrics and the total dynamics of the song. classic.

on an even crappier note. my love for the arts vs. my studies.

final showdown? i hate myself.
dear sbs bus 9, please knock me down. thank you.