I refer to the online letter titled "RJC students, watch your dropping pants and short skirts" on ST forum on 8 sep(http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/forum/story/0,5562,339311,00.html?). I am undeniably touched by the author's concern for RJ , especially when he comes from the institution located right next to us. However, after reading the article, even the barely literate, i'm sure, would have noticed something wrong. But what is it that makes it wrong?

The letter aptly points out a very pertinent trend in an "illustrious institution." The fact that SOME RJ students dress sloppily is undeniable but to say that RJ girls are seen "invariably" in short skirts and "many" guys have dropping pants is stretching the limit. For one, "invariably" means constantly which means if i can find 1 counter-example, the argument falls through.

The second reason, i have to say as a student practising science, is that his accusations are groundless. This is because he could not have conducted attire checks on the entire RJ population without playing truant and risking himself being in a boys' home or the mental hospital for an uncanny fetish. So, i suppose him a normal student that perhaps saw 10 girls wearing short skirts and 10 guys wearing dropping pants in a day. Still, thts less than 1% of the entire RJ population and cannot be used to generalise the remaining 99% of the population.

The above 2 "wrongs" can be easily forgiven with a simple line of "freedom of speech". The author is obviously entitled to his opinion of the RJ population and the RJ population, as the elites, would not mind the criticism. However, we need to discern criticism from scathing attacks and the final line he wrote "I urge the school authorities to take action." hits himself in the foot. At first glance, one might have thought that the author keyed in the wrong address when sending the email but common sense tells u that an individual with an IQ above 100 or even 150 and a PSLE score of 261 and above could not have commited such a elementary error. Thus, the ultimate motive of the author then becomes apparent.

I quote, "far from making a statement", all he had accomplished was to show his lack of maturity. "Just because a student is out of school boundaries does not mean that the school image cannot be affected by the student's dress and actions." I am indeed thankful that he did not reveal his own school. "Never underestimate Man's ability to be stupid" Mr Joseph Wong once said. How apt.

After running through mandopop and english pop songs, its time for some j-pop, okay, not exactly pop but should still sound familiar to most of you all out there.

Todae's kevin's birthdae, so happy birthdae teletubby and hope u like ur new wallet... Speaking of the wallet, me and xl went down to heeren yest morning to get it. lol, we actually headed the wrong direction after we got out of the station though both of us knew exactly where heeren is. Got the wallet settled earlier than expected and went cine to watch Jack Neo's directed One More Chance. I wanted to watch penguins but xl was dead set against it and in the end the time-slot i was eyeing was sold out 0_0. Never knew singaporeans were so on about documentaries..and in stark contrast, the locally produced film only had a half-house. The movie was okay lar...quite funny and meaningful. There was a scene where they turned the innocent "三只老虎" into a cockles' song that should turn off most cockles-lovers. And the finale was cute....national propaganda..... everyone in the movie started waving the yellow ribbon like some 招财猫 while i was cringing coz i couldn't bear to watch on....

And todae....went Amk in the morning to play pool b4 going down to northpoint for a Swensons lunch. And yes, the earthquake ended up the same way as before, mashed... and the dried ice removed for some chemical experiment. Used the dried ice in replace of candles in the end as we sang the birthday song for kevin, though as much as he would like to, he can't blow out the "candle". Then rich and shan tried rap and jazz versions of the birhtday songs which didn't turn out too well. Then we went shan's house for mahjong and bridge. Due to the lack of a proper table, they ended up playing mahjong on a styrofoam board placed on a mattress. erm...innovation at its very best? And only in the second round did they realise that they had everything from the botanic gardens but were missing stuff from the zoo. And so the two blank tiles were thrown in as psuedo animals...dotz... Finally at 5, me, vin and deng left shan's house to make our way home. Walked deng to his house b4 taking 39 back.. There goes the last moments of "playing" in the hols, time to really start mugging....sianz...
ah....my first narrtaive entry since a long long time.....


Saigo no kisu wa ka ba tabako no flavor ga shita
Nigakute setsunai kaori

Ashita no imagoro ni wa
Anata wa doko ni irun darou
Dare wo omotterun darou

You are always gonna be my love
Itsuka darekato mata koi ni ochitemo
I'll remember to love you taught me how
You are always gonna be the one
Ima wa mada kanashii love love songu
Atarashii uta utaeru made

Tachidomaru jikan ga
Ugoki dasouto shiteru
Wasuretakunai kotobakari

Ashita no imagoro niwa
Watashi wa kitto naite iru
Anatawo omotterun darou

You will always be inside my heart
Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara
I hope that I have a place in your heart too
Now and forever you are still the one
Ima wa mada kanashii love love song
Atarashii uta utaeru made

You are always gonna be my love
Itsuka darekato mata koi ni ochitemo
I'll remember to love you taught me how
You are always gonna be the one
Mada kanashii love love song
Now and forever

[utada hikaru- first love]

Close my eyes when it gets too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
I close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope its over when I open them
I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again
I hope my Mom
And I hope my Dad
Would figure out why they get so mad
I hear them scream
I hear them fight
They say bad words that make me wanna cry
I close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels that make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say everything will be wonderful some day

Chorus
Promises mean everything
When you’re little and the world so big
I just don’t understand
how you can smile with all those tears in your eyes
and tell me everything is wonderful now

Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now

I go to school and I run and play
I tell the kids that it’s all ok
I laugh a lot so my friends won’t know
When the bell rings that I just don’t wanna go
I go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don’t believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful some day

Chorus

No no no no
I don’t want to hear you tell me everything is wonderful now
No no no no
I don’t want to hear you say that I will understand some day
No no no no
I don’t want to hear you say that you both have grown in a different way
No no no no
I don’t want to meet your friend
And I don’t want to start over again
I just want my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Some days I hate everything
I hate everything
Everyone and everything

Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now…
Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now ..
Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now ..

I don’t want to hear you tell me everything is wonderful now……

Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful…….

Everything is wonderful now…….
Everything is wonderful now…….

[Everclear- Wonderful]

Closing my eyes and counting to ten.....

As promised, an update....

The power of sing-alongs

Imagine this situation:
You are chatting with a couple of friends and suddenly there was this unnatural silence. Everyone just ran out of things to say. Then one of you start humming a tune and slowly, everyone starts to join in in the singing.

If you would recall film Armageddon, the team leaving for space then broke out in a impromtu rendition of "Leaving on a jet plane" that was extremely fitting to the occasion. That is an occasion where music does more good than words.

In the past week, been experiencing a few sing-alongs, the more memorable ones would include the class teachers' day present for our CT and the batch song sung twice for Mrs Koh. I was pleasantly surprised by the former, coz it was just something that i tot my class would never do, more so when their choice of song was guang liang's tong2 hua4. Perhaps i do not knoe the class as well as i think after all. So we sang the song in this tutorial room in block B which was empty by then, luckily i would say. lol, i won't and shouldn't comment on pitching and stuff, but i would say that the spirit is there lar. I believed in fairytales when i sang tht and i think that the class did as well, at least i hope so, and so hopefully our CT can see that as well.

The second sing-along i mentioned was the batch song for Mrs Koh during Teachers' Day Eve. After meeting up with most of the teachers, Mrs Koh called for the batch to assemble at the atrium. She then, like a great leader, took centre stage and gave a rousing speech, to tell us that she's leaving RI at the end of the year. Then she requested for the singing of the batch song. Close to 100 ppl was at the atrium then i think, and we formed a circle and started singing the batch song at the top of our voices.
"Teach us well, Teach us how to care,
Give us love, love that we can share.
As we walk hand in hand in the light of the rising sun,
We are the young."
As each note of the song reasonates through the atrium, it tugs at each and every of our heartstrings. The batch spirit was back, with nostalgia this time. Flashblacks started running through my head, the times in class, in CO...the more memorable ones like grad ceremony and grad night. I looked to the side, i did not knoe the person beside me, but what i do knoe is tht, he's been touched, moved by the song as well as he sings at the top of his voice, not caring if he was off-tune. I looked across to Mrs Koh, her face was filled with tears, but in between sobs, she still joins us in singing. I felt tears weeling up in the eyes, but they never materialised on the face. "You can cry, but you can't let your tears fall" the unfortunate truth of the environment we are in now.

Songs or music in general seeks to move the audience. It does not take a musician to appreciate music, it just takes someone with the ability to feel and be true to his/her emotions. The meaning of music is only lost when one become apathetic to music or rather, apathetic to how u feel.......

Okae...first time i'm posting something close to "junk music". Felt that the mood need to lighten up a little, esp after yest's post. So, "cartoon heroes" by Aqua it will be. Sleeping is good, it makes the world seem so simple. ha... lol, thx shan for tagging... I'm fine already, or rather, i'm okay from the start and i'm not deceiving myself... lol, will do another update by tonite...so stay tuned?