Mariah Carey - Hero
(corny)
i've been busy lately, and the ol' blog hasnt been getting much love. it keeps asking me "Baby, you could um.. write me in tonight?" and ill say, "Not tonight honey, im sleepy. It was a long day at work and school. Maybe tomorrow"
Yes, i speak directly to my blog and i call it honey.
Anyways, im still busy. it was 630am to 945pm for the past three days, and i have to
so i had this Adam Khoo thingy, its kind of like a motivational course or camp or smething liddat. i remembered last time that Nicki told me that it kicks major ass because she took the Superkids course which kinda like boost her brains a hell lot,
but comes with a miserably fat price tag of $700 per dickhead. that was due to the fact that her parents registered her into it and she got all the holidays in December to burn it all on complete essential education. raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, i was thinking of investing shit-ly big 5-digit amount saved up later for my kids, and they would be learning like nuts but at the same time, be cool and edgy just like his dad. gets every kind of frills or satisfaction they require without any kind of disciplinary actions and gets their own 'O' levels cert by the age of 14. and 'A' levels by 16. but theres an inimical effect for a person living a lifestyle like that. this kinda
she said that its beyond the worth of every single cents paid.
she was right. that Khoo-khoo bird course was rad. really awesome. but there was one part. the climax of the whole camp which is on the second day, everyone in the 'auditorium' literally cried. i was facing down and there was dripping saline all over the floor. even Ben Tan or the manliest of mens cried. hard. and suay enough, i didnt. i was one of the two peoples out of the 100 students that didnt.
other person was a girl. :s
but it was a rousing and a real motivator. other than that, it was kinda bit sucky, cos i've already acquired skills like photographic memory, speed reading and mindmapping for studying waaay back in the PSLE days. i was falling asleep while the others were eager as hell paying attention to that segment. but it was all not that bad. you'll get more wisdom nuggets in a span of 3 days than you could be reading Readers' Digest for the whole year. roughly, i think. also, life stories and experiences thats credible enough which i think is rather moving. and nothing feels better than knowing more about yourself.
i just realised that the english class is slowly crippling my english literary. and malay class makes it far worst. but its a good thing because i've learn quite a number of malay words and better grammar proficiency. last year, i only know measly amount of malay words like, "Aper sehh!" and "Eh, Sia lar!". and i just found out that 'aper seh' wasnt even a malay word. its singlish malay. and its spelt 'apa'. whatever lar. eh! you take combined sains right?.
sia lar!
cant rectify such mishap but resorting back practicing to the eloquent art of blogging. it requires a marginal amount of vocabulary knowledge and you have to be politically correct to whatevers' being typed. but with that, you'll gain alot of grammatical knowledge and one of the many skills that you could utilise from blogging. like say, you could assure that the 'bombastic' word you've just knew could be stored in the blog, and if later, if you forgot what it meant, you can refer back to the blog, instead of just filling them in to the expanse space of your memory banks. theres many many more. but yea yea. bla bla bla boring. if only english exams were done by typing instead of writing. because, advantage: no more worries about bad handwriting. disadvantage: none. i think its efficient in more ways.
ugh.. i gotta go back to my studies. they say blogging is sometimes a fallacy for students of today. is that a fact? well, one way to settle this: debate. lol. i guess the Raffles boys was majorly owned by the chics from UWC.
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