1st hand or 2nd hand..what’d the difference?

Ah..Last reflection for Story Telling. Well, this topic might be too easy to end this whole ‘blogging-thing’, but it’s been on my mind for a few days now and I’d like to share with you guys about it.

It all started when I was at the smoking area after school on Monday when I realised that I’ve got roughly 8 sticks of cigarettes left in my box. I was pretty much in a fix; My contract had just ended and since I won’t be getting paid for probably the next 2 months, I figured that I should spend less and save more. Should I walk to the ColdStorage down the road at King Albert’s Park to ‘re-stock’ or should I just make do with these 8 sticks and see how long can they last? Well, I chose the latter. So in this case, I simply smoked a stick before deciding to flag for public transport to get back home.

Throughout the rest of the day, I got curious. As I was surfing the internet and smoking my 3rd stick, I came across this article about how 2nd hand smokers would die faster than 1st hand smokers. “Hmm..no wonder we’ve got yellow boxes painted at outdoor eateries to seperate the smokers from the non-smokers.” That was what went through my mind when I saw that article. “So..that means 1st hand smoke isn’t as bad as 2nd smoke? Doesn’t sound too bad!” However, as much as I was smiling to myself about this, it finally dawned on me that the article I read was crap! How can 2nd smokers die faster than 1st hand smokers! Think about it; What if I’m smoking with my bunch of friends who smoke too? That means I’m taking in both 1st hand AND 2nd hand smoke at the same time! Yes, I know I’m a genius. Anyway, for those of you who don’t get what was typed, it simply means that I’m taking in 1st hand smoke from my own cigarettes, and 2nd hand smoke from my friends who smoke too. So how is it that 2nd hand smokers die faster than 1st hand smokers?

Yup, this was what was on my mind since monday. What do you guys think?

sleep sleep sleep..

Hey guys. Its me. Bryan. I know. This looks boring and monotonous but I really can’t help it. Well, I’ll tell you why.

Yesterday when I was out with Eugene, Susie and Pamela, I asked them a question. “When was the last time you’ve actually woke up from a nice deep sleep, feeling so refreshed that you could probably do anything in the world?” I was the one who asked them this question, but in the end, I was probably the one who had it stuck in my head till now.

Its been 8 months or so, that I’m having insomnia, and the best part is that I don’t even know how it all started! I mean, when something happens, you’d know what started the whole ball rolling, either way, you could have guessed. But for me, I still pretty much clueless about this whole can’t-sleep-at-night-thing. I really need help regarding this problem because I’m very bothered by it. I used to able to fall asleep even when I’m not feeling tired, but now even though I’m 90% consumed by fatigue, I’d still find myself tossing and turning in bed for an hour or so before nodding off. I just don’t get it. My friends tell give me alot of different suggestions to try out, but none seem to work effectively. Their advice range from “try to get atuned to sleeping early at night”, to “smoke before you sleep.” You guys might agree with their advice (ignore the latter) since they sound reliable and logical, but frankly speaking, I’ve tried every possible solution there is. The doctor says my migraine was derived from my lack from sleep. Oh, this brings me to another thing. Doctors always think that they are the smartest god-damn human beings alive, but you know what I think? Women are the smartest(really, don’t take it as a compliment). Doctors will prescribe you some medicine that SHOULD help whatever problems you have, and that was what my doctor told me. And when I went back to him telling him that his prescriptions aren’t working, he gave me a name card and said,”You should call this number, he’s a friend of mine, he’s a shrink. Oh and could you pay $20 at the counter for this consultation? Thanks.” A shrink? That’s ridiculous! A shrink is suppose to cure me of my insomnia? Well then, If someone has some issues to deal with and needs a shrink, its probably that doctor himself! And you know what? My sister just texted me, telling me to run straight into a wall, and hopefully I’d get a wicked concussion that I’ll be so unconscious, I’ll get all the sleep I deserve. Sheesh. Sisters.

Well then, I’d better stop complaining and whining about my insomnia, and start reading through notes for the test tomorrow. Wait, what’s the rush? I’ve got the whole night to do it, haven’t I?

yet another day..

Ahh..as I try to keep myself composed, I’d like to say that there’s really no place like home. Well, let me start this reflection writing in chronological order.

Well, Monday was pretty stupid to begin with. Lets see. I left for Republic Polytechnic in the morning at around 7.30 to get my withdrawal form completed as I would require several authorizations from lectureres, Course managers, CCA coordinator, etc. Upon arrival at the school, I felt kind of ‘out’ if you get what I mean. Its like a weird feeling since I haven’t been to the school for a few months since I decided to transfer to Ngee Ann Polytechnic. So as I walked in, I saw a few familiar faces, and the first thing I did was to run up to them and hug them (mostly guys). Honestly, I really missed them. I missed dancing with them, I missed going for breaks with them, and I certainly missed hanging out with them and talking about what interesting things happened during the day or sharing whatever problems we had. But as much as I had so much to say to them, I didn’t have the chance to; they were all rushing to class, and that some of them weren’t even surprised to see me. It was like a ‘Hi-Bye’ kind of friendship now. This really made me feel down, but nonetheless, I rushed off to see the Director of the course to get my final signature before submitting the form. Now this is when I was really irritated. I waited at the director’s office at 8am as told me to, and he only arrived at 9.30. Yep, I missed photography tutorial. The thing that really got me irritated was that he asked me to meet him just so he could tell me to shred the withdrawal form as I have already been dismissed from the school due to poor attendance since school started this year! What?! I mean, I missed my tutorial just so he could tell me that? Oh, and by the way, it got better when I went to class later at 10am. T1B2 ROCKS!! YAAAAAA! ‘Shitty’ day but you guys made my day with all the causual jokes and contagious laughter!

all in a day’s work?

Today we had to read our classmate’s post on People Watch and choose 2 characters and write about them having a conflict. I know it sounds boring, but honestly, Mr. Ryan’s lesson is probably the only lesson that really forces us to use our brain juices. I’m serious! It’s never easy to do a complete writing in just 20 minutes!

Anyway I was out clubbing the whole night yesterday, which probably explains why I seem pretty worn out during art and design. Oh! Speaking of which, Ms. Wendy Wee rocks! I was late for lesson, but she was still really nice to me. I really felt very guilty. I mean think about it; Its like a form of disrespect when you’re late for lesson. But nevertheless, Ms Wendy was really nice in just advising me not to be late as she really wouldn’t want me to be debarred for tests. I owe you one Ms Wendy!

Well, coming back to Mr. Ryan’s class, Joshua had apparently picked the ‘Slut’ to be one of the characters in the story, and guess whose story was the ‘Slut’ from? It was from Jacky. Why wasn’t I surprised! The story Josh wrote was relatively entertaining, not because there was a major emphasis on the ‘Slut’s ‘ breasts, it was mainly how it DEVELOPED from there on, and that his reason for placing such an emphasis on that part. Its always fun to be in Ryan’s class. We’re always having different ideas on how we want our stories to be, and its only better that Mr. Ryan is so liberal with what we want to write on. Rock on Ryan!

Well, today’s lesson was pretty much o-k-a-y. Not that it’s a bad thing, I’m just saying that it wasn’t really the best of time I’ve had so far in school.. Kinda woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning.

Ryan told us that he once read in a magazine that ;’We only remember 10% of what we actually see in the day’.. whoa… im mean talk about all the interesting thing you’d be doing throughout the course of like say, 10hrs? and u only remember about 1 hour of it…and that 1 hour might not even be when u were having fun!! WHAT?!?! ha..pretty interesting how that sturdy cranium of ours work eh?

There was a point that I brought up just now during lessons with Mr. Ryan, and its “Love at first sight, and Lust at first sight”. I was pretty much surprised that I said that because it just came out of my mouth! I didn’t really give it much thought at first, but just as I’m typing this, i’ve realised the controversiality of it. So right now most people would probably think that it’s gotta be ‘Love at first sight’, but what is it that attracts u to the other person? Think about it; how can u love someone when you don’t even know who he or she really is inside or what his or her personality is like when you’ve only seen him or her for only the first time! I think I’m going home to think about it during dinner. So after reading this paragraph, which do u choose?

Anyway, our new assignment for the weekend is People Watch. We have to pick some stranger on the streets and observe the way they are which includes the way they talk, the clothes they wear..pretty much be a stalker!! I really don’t know how I’m going to complete this assignment without actually being noticed by my victim..Hmm…Mr. Ryan’s class is indeed getting pretty interesting. Wonder what would our next assignment be.

Bryan out~

Hula-Jack

Jacky puts on his hula girl outfit and enters the temple. As if not being affected at all by the outrageous clothes he has gotten on, he prances around in the inner halls. Jacky’s jumping and running had seemed to drive a lot of attention. Some continued praying religiously, some looked at Jacky’s imbecilic actions and remained clueless, while most of them just stared with so much angst as thought he had committed a grave felony of some kind!

The loud commotions finally brought about the attention of the revered monks in the temple. Curious but yet angry, the monk held onto his prayer robes and hurried down the to the inner halls.

Finally, a loud exclamation that came from the restricted hallway of the temple have managed to jerk Jacky, putting a stop to the madness and leaving everyone else in awe!

As soon as everyone turned their heads to look, the senior monk who stood by the hallway, sprinted towards Jacky, put his hand on Jacky’s head and began exorcizing whatever Satanism that had caused the insanity within Jacky..