10 April, 2006
(0 ) 23:07 I've decided that I love wp1.2, bugs and all. Wp2 is really quite unnecessarily messy, especially for my needs. I guess "real" blogs use them, what with rss feeds and those themes and all. CSS really just isn't my style. I guess it's the way they code it that makes it seem so very messy and hard to read and understand that immediately puts me off. I've always liked simplistic code. Straight-to-the-point. No mess, no redundancies, no vague terms.
Why do things come all at once? Choir's having a concert on 21 May. Am in the publicity committee and there will be a meeting tomorrow at 3.15pm. I end school at 12.00pm. Nice. Then after that I'm going to St. Nick's to promote it. All the way over in godforsaken Ang Mo Kio. That's bleeding far away. It'll take me 1 and a half hours to get home and I absolutely hate that.
The problem however, is not with travelling, but with the fact that I'm not a people-person. I don't think I can go in front of all my juniors and be a "good example" and speak confidently and all that. I'm always squirming inside. And not to mention the fact that I'm lazy. Sigh.
Today we had fac comm meeting. It's not that I hate the people in the fac comm, or the comm itself. In fact I don't know what I feel. Let's just put it this way: if the people were anything like the choir people, I'd be MORE than willing to put my heart and soul into my work. But the fact is... they aren't. I don't even know the people in the bloody comm well. I don't feel any sort of connection to them, or belonging to the comm. I do what I'm expected to do, because it's my responsibility. I can't say I enjoy it a whole lot -- maybe just enjoyment derived from the fact that I love designing and stuff like that -- but it isn't something that I thought I would grow to love. I was talking to WJ one day, and I told him that I joined the comm so I could be part of something, so I could be part of the process of making mistakes and growing up, to bond over adversity and make friends... but it didn't seem to be the case, as time has proved to me. Oh well.
Bloody bus took so long to come. Gave up and waited for a taxi. While waiting for taxi, bus came. Decided it was too late to take bus, so waited for taxi. And waited. Taxis zoom by, even unoccupied ones. Cursing. Swearing. Deep-breathing. Calm. Then a taxi comes. Finally. At about 9.45pm. Argh.
Why do things come all at once? Choir's having a concert on 21 May. Am in the publicity committee and there will be a meeting tomorrow at 3.15pm. I end school at 12.00pm. Nice. Then after that I'm going to St. Nick's to promote it. All the way over in godforsaken Ang Mo Kio. That's bleeding far away. It'll take me 1 and a half hours to get home and I absolutely hate that.
The problem however, is not with travelling, but with the fact that I'm not a people-person. I don't think I can go in front of all my juniors and be a "good example" and speak confidently and all that. I'm always squirming inside. And not to mention the fact that I'm lazy. Sigh.
Today we had fac comm meeting. It's not that I hate the people in the fac comm, or the comm itself. In fact I don't know what I feel. Let's just put it this way: if the people were anything like the choir people, I'd be MORE than willing to put my heart and soul into my work. But the fact is... they aren't. I don't even know the people in the bloody comm well. I don't feel any sort of connection to them, or belonging to the comm. I do what I'm expected to do, because it's my responsibility. I can't say I enjoy it a whole lot -- maybe just enjoyment derived from the fact that I love designing and stuff like that -- but it isn't something that I thought I would grow to love. I was talking to WJ one day, and I told him that I joined the comm so I could be part of something, so I could be part of the process of making mistakes and growing up, to bond over adversity and make friends... but it didn't seem to be the case, as time has proved to me. Oh well.
Bloody bus took so long to come. Gave up and waited for a taxi. While waiting for taxi, bus came. Decided it was too late to take bus, so waited for taxi. And waited. Taxis zoom by, even unoccupied ones. Cursing. Swearing. Deep-breathing. Calm. Then a taxi comes. Finally. At about 9.45pm. Argh.