Chère Milo,
J’étais très occupé cette semaine à cause de mon maladie la semaine dernière, et alors, je suis très heureux que la semaine a fini ! Après le teste de sciences économiques, j’ai senti libre, parce qu’un jour intéressant m’attendait.
Mes leçons ont fini à une heure et demie. J’ai eu quelques tâches de compléter. Pour ma première tâche, Daniel et moi sont allés à NTUC pour collecter les cartons. Après avoir cherché pendant 5 minutes, nous avons trouvé un trolley de cartons près de « région de poissons ». Nous avons besoin de 15 mètres de carton, et alors, nous avons empoigné les cartons et retourné à RJ.
Je suis entré LT2 ensuite, et j’étais heureux que j’ai pu jouer du piano. J’ai joué plusieurs chansons que je n’ai pas jouées pendant longtemps, comme Fantasie Impromptu et Mazurka. J’aime le sentiment de jouer du piano dans une place grande. Je peux relâcher et fais semblant de performer dans la salle de Carnegie…Quelques élèves sont entrés après quelques temps et j’ai réalisé que peut-être il y a une lecture. Alors, j’ai fini avec une très courte version de Rhapsodie Hongroise et suis allé au « Dark Room ». Là, j’ai rencontré, finalement, la sœur de Ren Yan, Ren Hui. Elle est une photographe excellente. On peut aller au Facebook pour voir les photos.
Nous avions notre réunion pour astronomie après. Bien que nous ayons été distraits la plupart de temps, grâce à Kevin et ses plaisanteries, nous avons pensé quelques bonnes idées. Pendant la discussion, j’ai réalisé aussi que nous avons besoin de beaucoup d’argent. Nous avons besoin d’un nouveau ‘boîte sèche’, les goupilles de collet, etc. mais nous n’avons pas assez d’argent !
Après la discussion, je suis allé à City Hall et ai pris quelques photos. Eventuellement, j’ai trouvé une exposition d’art dans un palais de justice et ai décidé d’explorer. Il s’appelait ‘transfinity’. J’ai réalisé que c’est l’exposition qui en exposant un peintre de Becca, et alors, je suis entré pour voir les peintres. Je dois dire que je suis très impressionné.
Nous sommes allés au Esplanade pour le concert de Li Yundi ensuite. J’ai regardé beaucoup de vidéos de Li Yundi et je pouvais le voir jouer du piano finalement ! Il a joué Tchaikovsy B flat Minor Concerto, après le SSO a joué de Symphonie de Mariage Rustique par Goldmark. Malheureusement, il y a un bis seulement. J’étais un peu de déçu- le bis était très court.
Friday, July 24, 2009
More Infirmities
Dear Milo,
The classroom was, in all senses of the word, sparse this week. Many of my friends were down with a flu this week, so much so that our class was half empty, or rather half full, for much of the week. The survivors, were by all means cesspools of germs and nasty viruses. Every lesson saw discrete symphonies of coughs, punctuated by crescendos manifested by the phlegm and mucus that were clogging our windpipes. I'm rather proud to say that I had a concerto of my own for one of the periods.
Well I'm glad that we have all recovered, although we are still coughing quite terribly. My throat has not gotten any better since last week. This is partially engendered by the presence of long queues in front of healthy food stalls. This unequivocally compels me to buy food from Muslim stalls or the Roti Prata stall, which almost always contain chilli, curry, and other spices that would please the coughing ghoul that is bludgeoning my respiratory system.
Guess I better consume my cough mixtures. "May cause drowsiness".
The classroom was, in all senses of the word, sparse this week. Many of my friends were down with a flu this week, so much so that our class was half empty, or rather half full, for much of the week. The survivors, were by all means cesspools of germs and nasty viruses. Every lesson saw discrete symphonies of coughs, punctuated by crescendos manifested by the phlegm and mucus that were clogging our windpipes. I'm rather proud to say that I had a concerto of my own for one of the periods.
Well I'm glad that we have all recovered, although we are still coughing quite terribly. My throat has not gotten any better since last week. This is partially engendered by the presence of long queues in front of healthy food stalls. This unequivocally compels me to buy food from Muslim stalls or the Roti Prata stall, which almost always contain chilli, curry, and other spices that would please the coughing ghoul that is bludgeoning my respiratory system.
Guess I better consume my cough mixtures. "May cause drowsiness".
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Infirmities (First English Post)
Dear Milo,
It is terribly unfortunate that the 15-17th blog lies on this day, on which my entry will be written in English. Currently, I'm nearly bedridden as a result of the malicious doings of the infirmities I have succumbed too. Already, I'm missing school and all my friends.
What should I write today? That's the thought that's pricking my conscience. Perhaps I shall give a brief overview of what has happened over the past two days, sans the mundane periods of hibernation.
After my "2 hours of sleep" night around 2 days ago, I was already beginning to feel a maddening itch that was galling my throat. I wasn't the only one it seemed. Ernest revealed to me before our badminton session that he was falling ill, while Tony and Mat had already fallen ill.
When night fell, I was literally feeling chills down my spine. As I arose, I was already feeling uncomfortable and figured that I had a fever. Well, a wave of felicity swept past me just for a while, as I figured that this was a great opportunity to clear up the gargantuan stacks of homework that has been terrorising me since the start of the week. Quite expectedly, the happiness was short-lived. When morning came, I was feeling so bad that I could hardly think at all. What constantly swept past my mind were the missed notes of Rach's Prelude No 23 and the sheer impossibility of playing the song properly. "How is it possible to play a g-flat major chord? How is it possible to use your last two fingers to play the piano?" It seems incredulous, but when you're stricken with a terrible malady, all thoughts are possible.
It didn't help that I read the book "Mind of God" in the morning, when I was not feeling so bad. The terms "determinism, causality, being, becoming, Quantum mechanics" took turns to manifest itself in my mind, naturally causing my head to spin.
With confusion and pain engaging in constructive interference in my mind, I tried my very best to get myself into a long slumber, during which I could be blissfully ignorant of the pain and discomfort. But the virus just wouldn't let me go.
In my mind, lectures on bacteriophages were messing up my mind once more, almost as if the viruses in my body were controlling my mind. When I arose after breaking a hard fought battle with my melatonin barriers, I felt even worst. I was feeling hot, yet cold. My head was spinning. My heart was pulpitating furiously. My throat was all raspy. Nothing seemed right, and I couldn't figure out what's right.
I found myself watching Nickelodeon and Disney shows on TV in the afternoon. Perhaps the release of such childish desires could somehow eradicate the pain inside me with its pure simplicity. But it was not to be. I found myself trying to comprehend what was going on, as if I was trapped in the toddler stage of my very own personal annals of history. Ironically, it didn't help that the shows were supposed to be funny, since humorous shows often involve undertones, sarcasm, and implication- higher order thinking skills.
Fortunately, I was able to get myself into a nice siesta in the late afternoon, and eventually night time. But the arrival of the night sparked another battle between mind and body. I know this is really peculiar, but my mind was building buildings and people. My mind conjured a structure, or a person, and following this, I arose, walked down the stairs, walked up again, and went back to sleep. This cycle repeated itself for quite some time, up till the point when the merciful Morpheus laid his hands upon me, and relieved me from my pain with the gift of fatigue.
As in all cases of fever, this, once again, was short-lived. I woke up in the middle of the night all uncomfortable and feverish. But at least I was thinking straight. I wished I could recover so that I could go for the class outing we had later in the day. I wished i could recover so that I could spend some time with my family. I wished I could recover so that I could practice for Sunday's band playing in Church. I wished I could recover to practise more piano. I wished I could recover so that I could go for the SV meeting and Astro meeting. I wished I could recover so that I could read all the Christian books that could be important in the future. So this was how it was like to be sick. It was the purgatory of the both the mind and body.
I woke up today feeling much better, but my temperature indicated otherwise. My temperature of 39.1 suggested that my battle with the viruses within me would continue and that more of my cells will probably be lysed with the propagation of both the lytic and lysogenic cycles.
Darn, I think too much! I remember how I never did well for comprehensions until I dumbed myself down before the start of each paper. I still wrestle with that problem with biology and chemistry, which indubitably has deleterious effects on my grades.
Currently, I'm having a temporary reprieve from the symptoms, even as my temperature continues to scale heights. But I guess this 'feverish experience' has been rather interesting. It has revealed a 'never before seen' part of my mind, or perhaps, the fallabilities of the human mind in times of pain and discomfort.
Wow, I guess that wasn't a brief overview. But anyway, till the next 15th blog, here is the English-tongued Aaron bidding you 'Au revoir'.
It is terribly unfortunate that the 15-17th blog lies on this day, on which my entry will be written in English. Currently, I'm nearly bedridden as a result of the malicious doings of the infirmities I have succumbed too. Already, I'm missing school and all my friends.
What should I write today? That's the thought that's pricking my conscience. Perhaps I shall give a brief overview of what has happened over the past two days, sans the mundane periods of hibernation.
After my "2 hours of sleep" night around 2 days ago, I was already beginning to feel a maddening itch that was galling my throat. I wasn't the only one it seemed. Ernest revealed to me before our badminton session that he was falling ill, while Tony and Mat had already fallen ill.
When night fell, I was literally feeling chills down my spine. As I arose, I was already feeling uncomfortable and figured that I had a fever. Well, a wave of felicity swept past me just for a while, as I figured that this was a great opportunity to clear up the gargantuan stacks of homework that has been terrorising me since the start of the week. Quite expectedly, the happiness was short-lived. When morning came, I was feeling so bad that I could hardly think at all. What constantly swept past my mind were the missed notes of Rach's Prelude No 23 and the sheer impossibility of playing the song properly. "How is it possible to play a g-flat major chord? How is it possible to use your last two fingers to play the piano?" It seems incredulous, but when you're stricken with a terrible malady, all thoughts are possible.
It didn't help that I read the book "Mind of God" in the morning, when I was not feeling so bad. The terms "determinism, causality, being, becoming, Quantum mechanics" took turns to manifest itself in my mind, naturally causing my head to spin.
With confusion and pain engaging in constructive interference in my mind, I tried my very best to get myself into a long slumber, during which I could be blissfully ignorant of the pain and discomfort. But the virus just wouldn't let me go.
In my mind, lectures on bacteriophages were messing up my mind once more, almost as if the viruses in my body were controlling my mind. When I arose after breaking a hard fought battle with my melatonin barriers, I felt even worst. I was feeling hot, yet cold. My head was spinning. My heart was pulpitating furiously. My throat was all raspy. Nothing seemed right, and I couldn't figure out what's right.
I found myself watching Nickelodeon and Disney shows on TV in the afternoon. Perhaps the release of such childish desires could somehow eradicate the pain inside me with its pure simplicity. But it was not to be. I found myself trying to comprehend what was going on, as if I was trapped in the toddler stage of my very own personal annals of history. Ironically, it didn't help that the shows were supposed to be funny, since humorous shows often involve undertones, sarcasm, and implication- higher order thinking skills.
Fortunately, I was able to get myself into a nice siesta in the late afternoon, and eventually night time. But the arrival of the night sparked another battle between mind and body. I know this is really peculiar, but my mind was building buildings and people. My mind conjured a structure, or a person, and following this, I arose, walked down the stairs, walked up again, and went back to sleep. This cycle repeated itself for quite some time, up till the point when the merciful Morpheus laid his hands upon me, and relieved me from my pain with the gift of fatigue.
As in all cases of fever, this, once again, was short-lived. I woke up in the middle of the night all uncomfortable and feverish. But at least I was thinking straight. I wished I could recover so that I could go for the class outing we had later in the day. I wished i could recover so that I could spend some time with my family. I wished I could recover so that I could practice for Sunday's band playing in Church. I wished I could recover to practise more piano. I wished I could recover so that I could go for the SV meeting and Astro meeting. I wished I could recover so that I could read all the Christian books that could be important in the future. So this was how it was like to be sick. It was the purgatory of the both the mind and body.
I woke up today feeling much better, but my temperature indicated otherwise. My temperature of 39.1 suggested that my battle with the viruses within me would continue and that more of my cells will probably be lysed with the propagation of both the lytic and lysogenic cycles.
Darn, I think too much! I remember how I never did well for comprehensions until I dumbed myself down before the start of each paper. I still wrestle with that problem with biology and chemistry, which indubitably has deleterious effects on my grades.
Currently, I'm having a temporary reprieve from the symptoms, even as my temperature continues to scale heights. But I guess this 'feverish experience' has been rather interesting. It has revealed a 'never before seen' part of my mind, or perhaps, the fallabilities of the human mind in times of pain and discomfort.
Wow, I guess that wasn't a brief overview. But anyway, till the next 15th blog, here is the English-tongued Aaron bidding you 'Au revoir'.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Un Mecredi
Chère Milo,
Aujourd’hui, j’ai consacré de tous mes temps pour essayer d’être éveillé. Je devrais me coucher tôt.
Nous avons badminton pour PE aujourd’hui. Ernest était excellent, et je dois le remercier pour aider moi améliorer mes nages. Cependant, je suis très fatigué après PE et a aussi un mal de reins maintenant. Je pense que je n’ai pas assez d’exercice.
Je suis allé au Chen Su Lan pour service aussi. Après chaque service, je conclue toujours que les professeurs sont personnes exceptionnels. J’ai besoin de trouver la meilleure méthode d’enseigner les enfants. Beaucoup d’enfants n’ont pas motivation. Je pense que Dieu m’y envoie pour développer mon patience et détermination. Ce sont les valeurs très importantes.
D’accord. J’ai besoin de me coucher. Jeudi est un jour long….
Aujourd’hui, j’ai consacré de tous mes temps pour essayer d’être éveillé. Je devrais me coucher tôt.
Nous avons badminton pour PE aujourd’hui. Ernest était excellent, et je dois le remercier pour aider moi améliorer mes nages. Cependant, je suis très fatigué après PE et a aussi un mal de reins maintenant. Je pense que je n’ai pas assez d’exercice.
Je suis allé au Chen Su Lan pour service aussi. Après chaque service, je conclue toujours que les professeurs sont personnes exceptionnels. J’ai besoin de trouver la meilleure méthode d’enseigner les enfants. Beaucoup d’enfants n’ont pas motivation. Je pense que Dieu m’y envoie pour développer mon patience et détermination. Ce sont les valeurs très importantes.
D’accord. J’ai besoin de me coucher. Jeudi est un jour long….
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Un Jour Avec Cameron
Chère Milo,
Beaucoup de choses se sont passé hier. Heureusement, j’ai beaucoup de photos pour te racontez l’histoire.
Au matin, je suis arrivé très tôt pour jouer au tennis. C’est notre routine.
Nous avons l’ Olympiade de Chimie après. En anglais : ChemOtherapy. Mes cheveux se laissent tomber déjà.
Nous avons eu un professeur qui est....gentil.
Ensuite, nous avions GP, et nous avons reçu nos papiers.
Mon professeur était heureux.
Nous étions heureux aussi !!
Alors, nous avons décidé de relâcher !
Et nous avons découvert aussi- le secret de succès.
Nous avons une session pratique pour biologie.
Ensuite, nous sommes allés à la cantine pour manger,
Et au « Darkroom » pour ‘pierre’ er.
Nous nous sommes amusés.
Après, nous sommes allés au PW.
Nous discutions beaucoup.
Ensuite, mes amis sont allés chez moi,
Et nous avons joué beaucoup de jeux.
Je ne sais pas pourquoi Chester gagne toujours.
Après, nous sommes allés au Esplanade pour le YO concert,
Pour support notre amie, Annie.
Beaucoup de nos amis sont allés.
Leurs affaires aussi.
Et finalement, une fin heureuse.
C’est un jour de la vie de Cameron…
Un jour.
Beaucoup de choses se sont passé hier. Heureusement, j’ai beaucoup de photos pour te racontez l’histoire.
Au matin, je suis arrivé très tôt pour jouer au tennis. C’est notre routine.
Nous avons l’ Olympiade de Chimie après. En anglais : ChemOtherapy. Mes cheveux se laissent tomber déjà.
Nous avons eu un professeur qui est....gentil.
Ensuite, nous avions GP, et nous avons reçu nos papiers.
Mon professeur était heureux.
Nous étions heureux aussi !!
Alors, nous avons décidé de relâcher !
Et nous avons découvert aussi- le secret de succès.
Nous avons une session pratique pour biologie.
Ensuite, nous sommes allés à la cantine pour manger,
Et au « Darkroom » pour ‘pierre’ er.
Nous nous sommes amusés.
Après, nous sommes allés au PW.
Nous discutions beaucoup.
Ensuite, mes amis sont allés chez moi,
Et nous avons joué beaucoup de jeux.
Je ne sais pas pourquoi Chester gagne toujours.
Après, nous sommes allés au Esplanade pour le YO concert,
Pour support notre amie, Annie.
Beaucoup de nos amis sont allés.
Leurs affaires aussi.
Et finalement, une fin heureuse.
C’est un jour de la vie de Cameron…
Un jour.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Un Résumé
Chère Milo,
Il y a très longtemps depuis je t’ai écrit ! Il est très tard maintenant et j’ai besoin de coucher bientôt. Alors, je résumerai les ‘histoires’ important avec quelques photos !!
22 Juin- Je suis allé à Plaza Singapura pour « Street Evangelism ». J'ai rencontré et ai parlé aux beaucoup de personnes, y compris les délinquants juvéniles, et les hommes que je n’ai jamais parlé avec ! Pas de photos, malheureusment.
24 Juin- « Batch CIP Day » Mes amis et moi avons organisé une excursion aux Jardins Botaniques pour des enfants. Je veux remercier Dieu pour se tien la pluie jusqu'à après les activités dehors.
29 Juin- 2 Juillet- « Common Tests ». Mal mal mal. Trois mots peuvent parler mille mots.
3 Juillet- Célébrations après ChemOtherapie. Wenjie, Sean, Yong Sheng, et Nigel ont venu chez moi. Wenjie et Yong Sheng sont restés chez moi. Nous regardions un film drôle- « Johnny English ».
6 Juillet- J’ai joué avec mes amis !
8 Juillet- « Raffles Water Forum ». Heureusement, je suis un Photographe pour l’événement.
9 Juillet- Nous jouons avec les ballons !!
D'accord! Il est 3 heures et j'ai besoin de coucher!! J'ai promis que je t'ecrivirai.
Il y a très longtemps depuis je t’ai écrit ! Il est très tard maintenant et j’ai besoin de coucher bientôt. Alors, je résumerai les ‘histoires’ important avec quelques photos !!
22 Juin- Je suis allé à Plaza Singapura pour « Street Evangelism ». J'ai rencontré et ai parlé aux beaucoup de personnes, y compris les délinquants juvéniles, et les hommes que je n’ai jamais parlé avec ! Pas de photos, malheureusment.
24 Juin- « Batch CIP Day » Mes amis et moi avons organisé une excursion aux Jardins Botaniques pour des enfants. Je veux remercier Dieu pour se tien la pluie jusqu'à après les activités dehors.
29 Juin- 2 Juillet- « Common Tests ». Mal mal mal. Trois mots peuvent parler mille mots.
3 Juillet- Célébrations après ChemOtherapie. Wenjie, Sean, Yong Sheng, et Nigel ont venu chez moi. Wenjie et Yong Sheng sont restés chez moi. Nous regardions un film drôle- « Johnny English ».
6 Juillet- J’ai joué avec mes amis !
8 Juillet- « Raffles Water Forum ». Heureusement, je suis un Photographe pour l’événement.
9 Juillet- Nous jouons avec les ballons !!
D'accord! Il est 3 heures et j'ai besoin de coucher!! J'ai promis que je t'ecrivirai.
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