17 September 2006, Sunday, 1.48am
Mid week of September
Yes! Finally grabbed an opportunity to work out my fingers here again! The writing skill course that I attended was fun. Ok, I mean both the speaker as well as the attendees. Interactive and engaging. So, over the 2 days we were taught basic grammar and different approaches of writing, formats of proposal and reports, blah blah blah. Matthew told me writings ought to be written in a friendly note (disagree slightly); Caroline said to me writing requires practice just like spoken language (agree). Nonetheless, through the course I grasped the understanding of direct/indirect approaches of sentences, something that I thought was miraculously interesting: how the interchanging of words (on the different emphasis of the subject) in a sentence can conjure the same meaning. So, will this make me a better writer? Not for now I guess. I mean I can always use this journal as a platform to better this acquired skill. I hope.
Now that my friends are reading my journal, some may ask what kind of blog is this? To be honest, this is a diary of myself, not a blog. Correct me if I am wrong, online blog spinned off as an avenue for the public at large to voice their views and opinions on all subjects, and you need not be a superstar, a politician, an attorney, etc, for you to get on blogs. There are of course certain topics that perhaps are not appropriate to discuss openly, however, other than the known sensitive ones, it is pretty much a free play for one to express/add your thoughts and values at blogs. As for my journal, no doubt residing on a blogspot, does not mean it is a blog. Duh. So why do I then publish my so-called journal online (isn’t a journal of oneself personal?)? Not necessarily. I see publishing of my journal online as an accessible venue, as and when I can get hold of a computer (besides home), like now, I can just log on and punch the keypad away. This is not a show-off to the planet of who my friends are/were nor my “powderful England”. I am not a true blue journalist who writes for variable and 13th month bonus, so nothing to explicate about. And if you are hoping to dig for pages of juicy and spicy tabloids, I am sorry that it may disappoint you and this may lead you to a garden path too. As Matthew agrees, there are many style of writings, be it a blog, a journal or any other channels, there is really no IPO2002 standard nor statutory format way of expressing yourself. Oh Matthew and Caroline, at the end of the day, I still aspire to be you both.
Olivier said to me over dinner on Thursday that life passes like TGV. I think my 28 years has passed by like a Boeing707. 1652 knots/mile? Go figure! So we joked about blonds being dumb-blond. And I was made to speak French to Olivier. Oli said that I should speak like a French, but duh, though aspire to be one, I am not. So how do I speak like a Frenchie? When he was on the phone franco-speaking with his comrade, I could pick up here-and-there, and piece a jigsaw of meanings. Hmm… not too bad. Oli also made me speak in French to direct him to Far East Plaza as we walked - god damn challenging man! He urged me to use the language before I lose it. Besides, like he said, him being a true French can correct my mistakes and pronunciation and thus make me a better and faster learner. But seriously, I never dared to speak to Oli in French actually, I mean it just don’t flow out naturally. Besides, it just felt strange when Olivier speaks perfect English despite being a French. Perhaps I was not forced in a situation where I had to use it for rescue, that’s why. Maybe, maybe not. Oli made me felt ashame when he gave me the once-over look when I blabbered that I had never been to Changi Chapel Museum. Shame on you, he said. Hahahaaa… But too bad Olivier, doubt I can go with you in the next few weekends. Maybe late October, early November? Ok, I shall make a mental note. It is too early even to think a day ahead now, because life is really full of uncertainties, so i realised lately.
Bryant was diagnosed with HFM disease. His temperature soared to 38.7 degress on Monday midnight. We had to rush him to a 24 hour clinic. Poor baby has to go through exactly the same cycle Carissa did. And this, thwarted some plans of mine for the week, and this weekend is burned for mom too. It is the sixth quarantine day for Bryant and he seems to be doing quite well yesterday after being quite sickly for the past couple of days. Good sign of recovery.
Yesterday kind of passed without me knowing; 2 h 36 mins has passed from Saturday... sigh, didn't I say time flies like Boeing707... ...
Mid week of September
Yes! Finally grabbed an opportunity to work out my fingers here again! The writing skill course that I attended was fun. Ok, I mean both the speaker as well as the attendees. Interactive and engaging. So, over the 2 days we were taught basic grammar and different approaches of writing, formats of proposal and reports, blah blah blah. Matthew told me writings ought to be written in a friendly note (disagree slightly); Caroline said to me writing requires practice just like spoken language (agree). Nonetheless, through the course I grasped the understanding of direct/indirect approaches of sentences, something that I thought was miraculously interesting: how the interchanging of words (on the different emphasis of the subject) in a sentence can conjure the same meaning. So, will this make me a better writer? Not for now I guess. I mean I can always use this journal as a platform to better this acquired skill. I hope.
Now that my friends are reading my journal, some may ask what kind of blog is this? To be honest, this is a diary of myself, not a blog. Correct me if I am wrong, online blog spinned off as an avenue for the public at large to voice their views and opinions on all subjects, and you need not be a superstar, a politician, an attorney, etc, for you to get on blogs. There are of course certain topics that perhaps are not appropriate to discuss openly, however, other than the known sensitive ones, it is pretty much a free play for one to express/add your thoughts and values at blogs. As for my journal, no doubt residing on a blogspot, does not mean it is a blog. Duh. So why do I then publish my so-called journal online (isn’t a journal of oneself personal?)? Not necessarily. I see publishing of my journal online as an accessible venue, as and when I can get hold of a computer (besides home), like now, I can just log on and punch the keypad away. This is not a show-off to the planet of who my friends are/were nor my “powderful England”. I am not a true blue journalist who writes for variable and 13th month bonus, so nothing to explicate about. And if you are hoping to dig for pages of juicy and spicy tabloids, I am sorry that it may disappoint you and this may lead you to a garden path too. As Matthew agrees, there are many style of writings, be it a blog, a journal or any other channels, there is really no IPO2002 standard nor statutory format way of expressing yourself. Oh Matthew and Caroline, at the end of the day, I still aspire to be you both.
Olivier said to me over dinner on Thursday that life passes like TGV. I think my 28 years has passed by like a Boeing707. 1652 knots/mile? Go figure! So we joked about blonds being dumb-blond. And I was made to speak French to Olivier. Oli said that I should speak like a French, but duh, though aspire to be one, I am not. So how do I speak like a Frenchie? When he was on the phone franco-speaking with his comrade, I could pick up here-and-there, and piece a jigsaw of meanings. Hmm… not too bad. Oli also made me speak in French to direct him to Far East Plaza as we walked - god damn challenging man! He urged me to use the language before I lose it. Besides, like he said, him being a true French can correct my mistakes and pronunciation and thus make me a better and faster learner. But seriously, I never dared to speak to Oli in French actually, I mean it just don’t flow out naturally. Besides, it just felt strange when Olivier speaks perfect English despite being a French. Perhaps I was not forced in a situation where I had to use it for rescue, that’s why. Maybe, maybe not. Oli made me felt ashame when he gave me the once-over look when I blabbered that I had never been to Changi Chapel Museum. Shame on you, he said. Hahahaaa… But too bad Olivier, doubt I can go with you in the next few weekends. Maybe late October, early November? Ok, I shall make a mental note. It is too early even to think a day ahead now, because life is really full of uncertainties, so i realised lately.
Bryant was diagnosed with HFM disease. His temperature soared to 38.7 degress on Monday midnight. We had to rush him to a 24 hour clinic. Poor baby has to go through exactly the same cycle Carissa did. And this, thwarted some plans of mine for the week, and this weekend is burned for mom too. It is the sixth quarantine day for Bryant and he seems to be doing quite well yesterday after being quite sickly for the past couple of days. Good sign of recovery.
Yesterday kind of passed without me knowing; 2 h 36 mins has passed from Saturday... sigh, didn't I say time flies like Boeing707... ...
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