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skin by heroine
modified by qian
Friday, September 16, 2005
term 4

Jia You, money minded people, here's your chance to work hard and get PROMOTED! haha=)

虽然我们相识无言中
彼此情谊不深 心灵却相通
犹记得我们曾说过 我们誓愿尽责
为学院学生发出光和日

纵然迎面还有大风浪
我们不畏惧 风雨的阻挡
生命对你和我来说 已不是一场梦
生活的迈进一刻不放松。


过去的就让它辗转过去
不要一味回顾
收拾起我们破碎的心情
不再停下脚步
让我们试着开拓新旅程
把华初灿烂的光芒
照亮路上无数次的黑暗

www.edwintan.net/music- I stumbled upon this and thought it may mean something to those of you who are interested=)

Wei Jie

posted by -wj- @ 20:46
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Friday, September 09, 2005
a minor break

Hello 34ians,

It's MAF soon and I actually quite look forward to it despite numerous intangible factors. I think the 'hard work (not sure)' of the councillors and performing CCA groups will pay off tomorrow night while they showcase some spectacular items. I hope to experience something positive about Hwa Chong for once since I am expecting to meet countless past seniors who should be able to define for me the Hwa Chong spirit I once seek.

The prospect of dropping one sub or getting 3 S papers is becoming more and more of a reality as promos intrude menacingly into our lives. The end results and how everyone is passing their time currently is reflective of how we chose to lead our lives for the past nine months. May it be what your desired. Meanwhile, in the midst of our academic pursuit, you may just want to relax and update yourself on a recent disaster. These people are certainly more 'fortunate' since they do not have to take promos=D. Here is an account of a roteractor:


I just returned from my first trip to Louisiana this weekend since Katrina.
I spent the entire trip back trying to decide if I wanted to tell you all
about what is happening down there, because honestly if I had the choice, I
would choose not to know. But in the end, I figured e-mail you all was
better than talking to each of you on the phone and over e-mail.?? It is
beyond what you can imagine... it's hell on earth. I flew into Baton Rouge,
which sits about 80 miles northwest of New Orleans, and the city is
destroyed, but not by the storm.

There are over 750,000 refuges from New Orleans in Baton Rouge. People are
camping on the side of the roads, in their cars if they have them, and all
over the LSU campus. The first thing you notice is how outraged everyone
is.

The people of Baton Rouge don't want us here. There seems to be no plan for
the New Orleaneans once they are dropped off in Baton Rouge, and everyone is
confused, horrified, or worse. They know this is potentially a permanent
situation, or at least the way it will be for the next several months, and
it is safe to say they are as scared as the homeless and exhausted refuges
that litter their streets. My sister and I rented four houses in Houma,
Louisiana, which is about 50 miles south of Baton Rouge or about 30 miles
west of New Orleans. We spent the weekend moving our family there, then our
friends, and then in the end, people we met that had no other options. When
I left, we had perhaps forty people with another twenty on the way. It is
an amazing thing to see: your best friends, your family, and everyone in
between huddled on floorboards, makeshift beds, and sleeping bags. It is
truly like a nuclear bomb hit our city, and we are doing everything we can
just to keep everyone housed, fed, and with water. Saturday morning, I
decided to go into New Orleans. There were far too many people from our
home unaccounted for, but beyond that, New Orleans is part of everything
that I am; it's more than a city to those of us who call it home. It's part
of your family, and with the stories of looting, flooding, and the complete
inability of the government to make the matter better, it was as if a family
member was being slowly killed. I was told by everyone it was impossible to
get in and I would be arrested for trying, but I'm sure you can imagine how
little that did to deter me. There is no way to get into the city. The
roads that are open are being used to bring people out, and no traffic is
headed into the city. I had a rental car, and I started to drive the 30
miles on back roads that I guessed wouldn't be flooded. I made it about
half way before there was no way to get into the city by car. I loaded up a
backpack with as much water as I could carry, two packs of breakfast bars,
three canisters of bug spray, and an extra pair of shoes. Then I started
walking. From there, it was hell on earth.

First, there is the climate. It is almost 90 degrees, and the humidity plus
the still water everywhere has made the swamp come alive with bugs. Trying
to describe the mosquitoes is almost impossible. Do you know the sound of
the wind in the north when a blizzard is happening? The "whirring" sound?
That is the sound this many bugs make. You have to wear long sleeve shirts
and pants, and you are drenched with sweat because of the heat.

The first group of people I met were very friendly. I traded my ipod for a
kid's dirt bike so I could make better time, and they gave me some extra
water. They did their best to warn me it wasn't safe to head into the city,
but they didn't argue when I said there were people we couldn't find. They
warned me about what neighborhoods to avoid and they said beyond everything
else, it was critical to stay away from the police. They would force you to
leave by putting you on a bus destined for who knows where, and if you
resisted, they'd shoot you. It was the first I saw of a constant epidemic:
the police and the government are considered absolute enemies by Katrina
survivors.

At first, I tried not to judge and simply considered that shortsighted, but
over the next two days, I started to understand where it came from. I got
into the outskirts of the city by about 2p.m. an upscale neighborhood called
"Metaire," where most of the money of New Orleans lives. To even get that
far had already involved about half a mile of swimming. There is no way I
can get you to understand just how destroyed everything is. It's not just
underwater - it's more that the swamps have risen over New Orleans. There
are snakes and alligators everywhere, and the more you see, the more you
realize the city isn't going to be livable for who knows how long.

And then there are the bodies. I first started seeing them as I crossed
from Metaire into what is called "mid city." Have you ever been to Jazz
Fest? The neighborhood you drive through to get there and the fairgrounds
are called "mid city." It was the first place where I saw them. Before this
weekend, I had only seen a few dead bodies in my entire life: traffic
accidents, I once witnessed a shooting, and then funerals. I don't know how
many dead people I saw this weekend. Some have been pushed against dry
spots by what I am assuming are rescue workers. Others are just floating in
the water.

Then there are all the houses with red marks on them, meaning there is
someone dead inside. The most horrifying part of all of it is what happens
when a body is floating in the water for two or three days. It's barely
recognizable as a person. When you see one, it is riddled with mosquitoes
and who knows what else?? The other thing you have to understand is people
are still everywhere. Any idea the media may have given you about a city
wide evacuation is insane. I found hundreds if not thousands of people in
all the different neighborhoods, and they have no intention of leaving.

First and foremost, they have nowhere to go. And having come from Baton
Rouge, the people that did get evacuated are simply unloaded from the
busses, food is coming, and told to hold tight and someone will come up with
a plan. It's chaos.

Second, they don't want to leave. They don't trust that they will ever be
let back in, and they certainly are not going to allow their homes to be
pillaged by the people crafty enough not to get kicked out.

Finally, they just don't believe the argument that the city will be unsafe
and riddled with disease. The people still in New Orleans are our
uneducated, angry masses. You know the people of the world that "don't
believe" in AIDS, who thinks the government is out to get them, and don't
understand why they should ever get jobs when unemployment pays just fine?

Try convincing them typhoid fever is real. But beyond that, they are armed
and angry, they have already survived five straight days of no food and no
water, and they don't believe those who haven't gotten them food or water
are going to find a place for them to live. I know it sounds ignorant on
their part, but can you imagine it? I was there on Saturday, five days
after the storm, and still no one had been told where to go for food or
water. People are surviving by breaking into each other's homes.

It's chaos, and it's dangerous, and there doesn't seem to be a plan to fix
anything any time soon. My main goal was to go to the homes of family and
friends and make sure everyone was safely out of the city.

I grew up in the 9th Ward - it's one of the lowest income areas in the city,
and it is also the sight of the first levee break. For me to get to my
childhood home, I would have needed to dive down underwater just to get to
the roof. I went to the second house we lived in after that. Its roof had
been torn off, and there was a body floating not fifty feet away from the
front porch. I wish I could say the journey to friends' houses fared better,
but I can't. Most of the homes were either completely submerged, sitting in
ten to fifteen feet of water, or just not standing anymore. I found three
people I knew in all, and they set off for Houma that afternoon. Then I
started to explore the city. Like I said, it is hell on earth. The people
are furious. They feel as if they have been abandoned. You have to
understand, there is no power anywhere. The rescue crews are going through
New Orleans proper, not all the neighborhoods where people live. Most of
the city doesn't even think there is a rescue effort underway at all. It
became clear to me the one thing people need is communication, and in the
absence of communication, fear takes people over.

I never realized how powerful the raw ability of communicating is. There is
nothing more important to restoring order than giving the leaders an ability
to get messages to everyone. I know you have all heard about people firing
on helicopters. I'm certainly not saying it is right, but after being
there, understand. For five days, helicopters were flying overhead, but
none of them are even so much as
dropping water or food down for people. They fly by using loud speakers
saying that anyone found looting or stealing will be arrested, and those are
the helicopters that are followed by gunshots, from what I saw.

I don't know who is controlling the message being given to everyone, but
they need to be replaced. The only government group anyone has seen are the
police with sawed off shotguns threatening to arrest everyone who is walking
around on the streets. Everyone is scared about their future, about their
friends and family, and about their city, and fear leads people to do
amazing things.

Like I said, I'm not saying firing guns at the helicopters is the right
thing to do by any means, but after being down there, I understand. When I
left, I thought I was going to see the 3rd world, but it isn't the third
world. It's a state of war. People don't even know who they are fighting,
but they know they are at war. Twice, I had to bike at full speed away from
gangs that came after me, and before I left the city, I had my cash, my
backpack with my food and change of clothes, and my camera stolen from me.
It's like a family member of mine has been possessed by a confused,
frightened, angry force that can't be stopped. Every interaction with
someone who is supposed to be helping, like the helicopters flying overhead
or the police barking threats only makes it worse. When I left for New
Orleans, I thought I wanted to help the people I couldn't find. But once
there, I realized I was just trying to feed my selfish vanity of wanting to
see the city in turmoil.

If it was flooded and there was chaos, I wanted to see it and be a part of
it. It was as if I was one of those idealistic kids who wanted to head off
to war to seek glory. I'll never forget this weekend my entire life, and
I'll spend years wishing I could. You just can't describe what it is like
to see your hometown that you love, that is a part of everything you are,
with dead bodies floating in the street and the people you consider "your
people" firing guns at strangers and hating everyone and everything. It was
one of the worst things I have ever felt or seen. It's a war being fought
against no one.

But not all is ruined. I was thrilled to see the French Quarter, the Garden
District, and the central business district were all ok. The shipping yards
along Tchapitoulas were also undamaged. It is enough to make you believe the
city can be salvaged.

I got back to Houma Sunday morning, and that is where the real work began.
We've been trying to construct mosquito nets around the houses. Just using
screen doors and screen windows isn't enough, because of how many people we
have living there. Opening the door for ten seconds every hour can make the
house unliveable. We managed to get a generator going, and we are using it
to boil water, keep food cold, and charge up non-working cell phones (we can
make calls out of state, but we can't receive any phone calls with in-state phone numbers). So many of you have asked what you can do, and I am sorry to sound
pessimistic, but I just don't know. I wish I could say "donate money to the Red Cross," but I didn't see the Red Cross doing anything. The entire time I was there, I only saw Jesse Jackson and his buses, a huge congregation of buses from Baltimore (for some reason) bringing food and water, and private companies like Dysani, Evian, and K-Mart bringing supplies. The more you look around, the more you realize it is the private sector that is the only group that is doing anything. I genuinely believe private companies are going to do more for us than our own government, but I'm ignorant to the entire picture, I only know what I saw, so I don't want to judge anyone. If you want to help, all I can say is there are different levels of help. There are 1,000,000 people that need homes and some semblance of a future. My sister, mother, aunt, and I are going to do our best to make a home for people in Houma. We don't need money, but we do need bodies. There is just too much to do. I'm
going back on Thursday, and I hope to figure out an address for people to ship things to us. Right now, what we need more than anything else are light sleeping bags (not designed for the cold), battery chargeable power tools, mosquito netting by the square yard, CELL PHONES with out of Louisiana phone numbers are CRITICAL!!

We have enough breakfast bars and bottled water for now and there is no
power for preparing food as it is. There are stores to the north that can
sell food once we have the power to make it, so that isn't needed, even
though you would think it is. I know this sounds crazy, but if there could
be anyway to make an outdoor movie theatre powered off a generator, it would
do more good than you can imagine. New Orleaneans are social, and one of
the biggest problems we have is not being able to be with each other...
share the stress and find a way to deal with it together. It's being
isolated from each other that is really destroying people's will. If you
can, please consider opening up your home to people that need one. But as
these people are strangers, I don't pretend it is something everyone will
find comfortable. Thank you to you all for everything you will do in the
next coming months

Nick


I don't know if this has impacted your life in any way, because whether it does, may not matter much. All the best in your endeavour=D

Wei Jie

posted by -wj- @ 21:18
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Thursday, September 08, 2005
Maths

Who have not get the solutions for C5 and C6?? and C1,C2,C3... please get from me. You may want to sms me first before that :) my number is 91525180... Please note that we are supposed to hand in A21 on monday. Good luck for our promos :D

posted by MoMo @ 11:42
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Saturday, September 03, 2005
=)

3-4

Time certainly flies and term 3 has come to an end. Admittedly, I must say I learn quite alot more this term as compared to the previous 2 terms, I wonder if that is the case for you all too? It's only a week holidays but still countless seconds if you are to count, make best use of it. I wish everyone the best in whatever they are striving for and enjoy the rest of 2005. See you on MAF.

Ct. Rep.

posted by -wj- @ 14:12
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