Of Bond

Sunday, January 22, 2006

DON'T THINK OF HANDMAID'S TALE. It is absolutely not related. At all.

I was watching The Kumars at No. 42 just now and one of the guests on the show was Jane Seymour. Jane Seymour happens to have played Solitaire in Live and Let Die.

Just in case you were wondering, NO, she wasn't playing the card game. And anyway, at that time, they didn't have the computer versions.

Solitaire was one of James Bond's many many erm, acquaintances, and I suppose you could say, one of the more intimite kind.

And Live and Let Die is not just the name of the song originally by Paul McCartney and Wings, and then later redone by Guns n Roses. It's also the title of the eighth Bond film, and the first one with Roger Moore.

But, it doesn't really matter whether the above made sense. All that matters now is that you know that Jane Seymour played a Bond girl some time in the past, and that Pierce Brosnan has played Bond before.

So what happened according to Jane Seymour was that her twin sons had a play date with Pierce Brosnan's son, Dylan, and that Dylan had said that "my daddy is James Bond", to which, her twins replied, "our mum's his girlfriend". And that just sounds so wrong.


Guys?

Friday, January 13, 2006
A lot of people say that in JC, your hormones will be raging.

Well, maybe that is the case for some people, but it definitely isn't the case for me.

I am convinced that my body has a defect of sorts, because it is failing to produce the hormones which are supposed to set my brain to start getting attracted to guys.

Or perhaps, it has already produced those hormones, but its effects have not been felt by me anyway.

JC so far has been an amusing time, with entertainment available at almost all times. This entertainment involves watching people who are watching guys/girls, then sometimes they fall for them, and after which, results may vary.

Even though the entertainment largely comes only in one genre, it is still quite interesting at times. And then I wonder when I will start taking part in their game, or whether I even want to take part in that real-life reality show, available for all to see and comment on. And it's telecast live all the time everywhere.

I highly suspect that the teachers are the ones really enjoying the show.

Random musings

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Attended the second maths lecture today, and I actually managed to pay attention throughout the entire thing, which is probably a record. Considering that the topic was functions, it definitely is worth mentioning. I knew that domain and range existed, but I never really figured out which was which until today.

I spent a whole lot of time in the library, reading random books I pick up. And, as unbelievable as it sounds, I almost finished going through (and understanding) chapter zero. I'm quite happy about that. I shall not slack for maths. I know Mrs Chew is probably gonna laugh.

I spent a whole lot of time in the library this week, and I noticed several people pouring over chemistry-looking notes. However, upon a closer look, I discovered to my horror that it was not supposed to be chemistry, it was biology. The whole thing looked so complicated and cheem and I was suddenly extremely glad to have dropped all the sciences except for maths.

As the title states, this is random, and I just happened to remember an incident which took place a week or so ago.

I was in the MRT with my OG, and there was this little boy who couldn't have been more than 6 years old. He was climbing up the metal poles and hanging on the hand holds. It was quite amusing, because he somehow managed to climb up the poles surprisingly fast, and he was definitely very agile. Considering that he was probably about 1 metre in height, it was quite a feat for him. So he provided entertainment until we got off the train.

That incident reminded me of primary school oral exams, where you have to read a passage and describe a picture.

One of the classic pictures was one where they depict the inside of an MRT carriage. There would be some kids eating, and then there would be a "no eating" sign. You were supposed to say that they shouldn't eat in the train because it could dirty the train and the other passengers... blah blah blah.

And there would also sometimes be a couple of kids sitting on the floor at the doors and blocking the way, and if you wanted to get any marks, you had to say that they shouldn't block the way, and also occasionally there would be an elderly person standing up, and we were supposed to say that one of the kids were supposed to give up the seat to the elderly person.

The one thing that they never failed to leave out would be to picture at least one kid hanging from the hand holds or climbing up the metal poles.

The thing was, until that day with my OG, I had never actually seen anyone even attempt to climb up the metal poles. So that little boy reminded me of the oral examination pictures, and then it also occurred to me that in all those pictures, only boys were ever pictured climbing. Never girls. I don't know why. I'm just glad that I don't have to describe anymore pictures.

Catch up

Monday, January 09, 2006
My past is catching up with me. Not in the bad sense of that phrase. But in a good sense, if you can picture that.

The past is catching up with me in the sense that people who were once in my life, and then disappeared from it for 4 years, are suddenly turning up and coming back into my life. And it's happening rather fast and all at the same time.

It starts with RJC, where I see people I never even remembered existed. But when I see them, somehow my mind dislodges a small bit of information reminding me that I do know them from somewhere.

Then today at Parkway, for some reason, I met at least 10 people whom I knew from primary school. It was very amusing for me.

I still haven't faced the one thing I don't want to face, and hopefully I won't ever have to. But that's just a stupid and empty hope, because I know that that thing will come back to haunt me from time to time.

As for school, I had my first 2 lectures of my life, but they didn't really teach anything, it was just a sort of introduction.

I must say that now RJC is turning out slightly better than I imagined. And I hope that doesn't change.

Orientation

Saturday, January 07, 2006

At long last it's over. I couldn't wait.

On the first day, someone said something about orientation being to get you out of your comfort zone. Well, it did. I didn't just get pushed out of my comfort zone, I got shot out of it like a rocket. And I took it for 1.5 days, after which I just snapped.

It was the dance that triggered it off. I think it was stupid, cheesy and pointless.

And after that I was damn sian.

But, it's finally over, and I shan't think anymore about it. However, still, screw orientation.

First entry of 2006

Monday, January 02, 2006

The new year is here, whether I like it or not. And tomorrow we start school again, another 10 weeks of waking up at ungodly hours.

I'd better make the most of today.

And since today's the second day of the new year, I'd better just list down my resolutions so that I won't forget them anytime soon, and so that you people can remind me of them.

1. I will not slack.

I slacked the whole of primary school and 3/4 of secondary school, so it's time I get my act together and get the marks where it counts. And besides, I would never have got into RJ had it not been for the Raffles Programme, so I also better make good use of the fact that I'm in RJ.

2. I will make attempts to take flourishing seriously.

3. I will try not to do things which I regret immediately afterwards.

Only 3 things. And I hope I can keep them.