tinted shades

2004-12-15T10:59:00.000+08:00

HEY EVERYONE! *waves!

go to www.facts.com.sg and sign the petition against the casino threat today! spread the news to all your friends, relatives and everyone else.

2004-11-20T08:07:00.000+08:00

~~temporarily~~

permanently abandoned.

my 6 month stint with blogger has ended.

friends - look to faithful old LJ, thanks.

*savouring the taste of freedom

2004-11-19T22:24:00.000+08:00

LET FREEDOM REIGN

blogging has been a 2 month itch. gah

2004-09-22T20:19:00.000+08:00

pictures posted up.

not too skilled tho`

2004-09-22T13:34:00.000+08:00

well, its been eons since i came up here. =P

it's been raining heavily these few days. i remember a day last week; i was walking towards the bus stop after the prelims when it was raining really heavily. and there was a traditional procession for someone who had passed away. and there i stood watching the entire procession until it passed, from the people dressed in white and sackcloth, to the air-con coach with the kids, and the vans etc. it kind of reminded me of grandfather's funeral procession when he was to be cremated. i was only primary two at that time, and i sat in the coach being rather unaware of what was going on. it was raining, exactly like how it was at that time. it just struck me, as i stared at the procession, that i finally understood what mum said at that time:

heaven was shedding tears for grandfather.

2004-08-30T20:04:00.000+08:00

on hiatus.

i may not be coming back, reverting to LJ.

2004-08-25T17:27:00.000+08:00

this is especially for "----->" and "anynome" who have posted some comments about prefects on my tagboard.

well, I will give you a chance to speak your mind about my prefects, but NOT on my blog. If you really want your grievances aired proper and addressed, come to me and speak to me personally. Its not exactly reliable when you HIDE behind pseudonyms (fake names). If you could put it on my blog, and you want people to look into this matter, then its high time that you pick up the guts to say it in FRONT of me, and reveal your true identity.

After all, if there are things to improve upon, I will definitely look into it.

However, if you don't address this in front of me, I will know, and the entire world too, that you are making false claims.

2004-08-09T19:38:00.000+08:00

wow, the weekend has passed so quickly. lets see:

Friday
there was the national day parade. i had to wear my blazer to school because i was raising the state flag. was praying and hoping that the wind won't be too strong (otherwise it would be perpetually impossible to put the gigantic flag onto its hinges). it was at least ok, but Grace (pri school head prefect) and I had to stand for quite a long time before the flag-raising ceremony. i got quite a shock when she started swaying and looked pale in the face, like she was about to faint. it turned out that she wasn't feeling well in the morning when she came to school, and i guess all that standing didn't exactly do her good. well, kimberly (vice head primary school) took over, and it was her first time raising the flag! good job at that, i would say, for a first.

the national day concert was great! this was actually the first time when I enjoyed myself so much. Ms Gan actually invited all the exco's parents to come watch us receive our awards for the prefectorial board. mom and dad couldn't make it, but that was ok. ms gan was really nice, she bought Lindt chocs for ALL eight of our parents - 8 bars of dark chocolate with some icy filling...hmmm imagine it melting in your mouth, the luxury of indulgence......

anyway, after reception that I headed for lunch. had to eat something before taking my medicine. had the luxury of eating in the conference room because the teachers wanted to have a discussion. HAHAs.

after that, I went for guzheng sec 4 farewell. was actually very impressed by the farewell programme, and touched at the fact that the juniors had gone through so much to make the day memorable for us. nonetheless, i had eggs+flour+water all over me: my forehead, shirt collars, down my neck (how mean can they get? =P) . had a hard time trying to wash them off too. well, after that we headed for the BBQ. there were loads of great food, and i really mean a lot. well, they spent around 500 bucks on the food. ate lots of stingray plus chilli (yummy), garlic bread, sausages and stuff. i didn't care if my sore throat could take it. loL (well, maybe i SHOULD have been more cautious).

after that we went to the hall, to watch a movie and some dances put up by the juniors. the video was really cool, and the dances too. i could practicallly see the amount of elbow grease being put into everything. can't help but be impressed too. everything was just great. couldn't help feeling quite nostalgic and sad too. its been four years. four years since the first day i stepped into the guzheng room, to take the entrance test on rhythm and beat set by laoshi. and i remembered looking 'blur' as laoshi just tapped out the entire rhythm, which i was supposed to emulate. and of course, i just clapped anyhow and tried to make my ending sound like his'. haha, that was rather hilarious. its been four years. looking back, the times shared in the guzheng tuan were more than what i could describe as "memorable". those hours practising for competitions and concerts; the fun; eating biscuits together; getting 'slapped' by the nylon strings as they broke; immersing oneself in the beauty of music and philharmonics when all the sections practice together; the long dreary hours of practice; putting on makeup and looking stupid during performances; going through the SYF together; the stress; the times we had - everything. i'll miss it, and i guess i'd feel rather odd on saturday mornings which i don't have to spend my time practising at the fourth floor of ebenezer, when i don't have to be teased and chased around by mad juniors, everything. i'm glad i joined guzheng. its provided me with so much, more than what i can expect.

went back home after that, when the programme ended at around 11+. huiyu's mom fetched me home (thanks dear :D), and we climbed over the school gate to get out. haha, can you believe it? loL

Saturday
stayed at home the whole day. was feeling really groggy and my throat hurt quite badly (after fri's fiery BBQ!). took some medicine and i was feeling sleepy and tired for the whole day. didn't really do much work too. only finished like 1.5 things out of my agenda list of 8 things. anyway, someone sent an sms which really got me thinking. though you might not even have the chance to see this, i wanna say thanks for everything. thanks for worrying about me, even though you don't have to. thanks. =))

Sunday
I realised that there was actually a LOT of homework to complete, plus all that would come along with the PRELIMS. sigh, i should get started on them. did some maths, and social studies. then that was about all. was still feeling drowsy - the bad after-effects still lingered on.

Monday
national day! happy birthday singapore!

was supposed to go to one of my classmate's house to rehearse for the teachers' day performance, but i didn't make it there - mom had to go for the PAP celebrations to commemorate national day with the ministers and stuff (the joys of being a teacher under PAP) and my younger sis was ill - i think the flu bug is active in this place. couldn't leave her alone at home, so i stayed home as well. nothing much happened today, but i would say that the fireworks were spectacular. sometimes i really hope that we would all appreciate what our nation provides for us, and not take it for granted, only to see it and recognize it on 9th aug every year. they paid a tribute to Mr Goh, and he really did deserve it. I think that he's a great PM, and i really admire his humility as a leader. that's what impressed me the most - his humility and graciousness.

that's all for now, i think its quite a lot

i won't be coming online very often from now onwards. till then, take care!

2004-07-31T23:08:00.000+08:00

I'm supposed to be buried behind stacks and stacks of prelim practice papers and assessment worksheets and whatsoever backlog. Ah well.

This was something I wrote on Valentine's Day for a friend. I was just flipping through some of my old notebooks and re-read some of the stuff I wrote.

for : C.C.
sometimes I look into your eyes
wondering what really I do see
the words of your naked soul?
the shades of your clustered thoughts
or rather, different forms of your facades

this innumerable gap between the both of us
surely, its more than what I (and you?) can bear
arsenic misintepretations eroding understanding
bridge, forged over a couple of years

a clash of lit nerds.conflicts in ideas
often I do not see what's spoken through silence
words.awkward laughter.dubious explanations
(people say I'm a bad one at commun-)

And so this day I seek to recouncile
patching up the corroded connection
bridging the familiar void, killing it
shattering the silence

I am an ordinary soul, no
psychic, I cannot decipher even a hint
Give me time, I'll learn to
Give me time, I'll learn to

accept you truly, who you are.

PS: tis' might be a bad pome
I don't claim to be one gd writer
but this Valentine would be a waste
if I'd not penned this today.

2004-07-31T22:47:00.000+08:00

Friendship's Tapestry (source unknown)

So often when I think of you and the times we shared
my heart is filled with thankfulness to have a friend who cared
enough to listen to me tell of joys and trials
You're being there has been enough to change my tears to smiles

The subtle love between two friends is so hard to define
it is not a square or circle or even a straight line
it's somehow like a tapestry with colours soft and bold
yet deep within the weaving there are tiny threads of bold

yes, rare and lovely are your friendship threads of gold
for they'll last a lifetime, and then when my story's told
someone will hold my tapestry and turn it towards the light
and tiny points, those threads of gold will shine so bright
and they may think - its just a thread
like green, red or blue -
Perhaps they'll never know that
the golden thread was you.

But I've been thinking lately, of how you've touched
my life just so -
If how you are so dear to me- and I want you to know -
That even if you're next to me or though we're miles apart
your golden thread of friendship still
will weave within my heart.

2004-07-25T18:47:00.000+08:00

the musical was great!
the people rocked!
the message of the musical especially, too.

I'm thinking of buying the musical cd and sending it over to one of my friends, since she starred in the Great I Am four years ago. thanks for the flowers, the support, everyone. =D Throughout the musical I've been working more with the pri kids, first it was my co-emcee (Delane) and sitting the bus to and fro ACSB with the pri people. they were a complete riot. but I realised many things through them too. shall post it up later, i need to form my thoughts first. and finish my homework first. overall it was a great experience, though I joined only for the last rehearsal and the actual shows , the musical was rockin' great!

2004-07-21T18:34:00.000+08:00

mass prayer cell was something like what i've never experienced before, only except for in church. God was really working amongst us, I just felt prompting to pray for certain people, and what to say just came naturally, and I really thank God that people were ministered to.

2004-07-20T11:20:00.000+08:00

whoa, as usual, its been a long time since I actually BLOGGED.

19 Jul
I never really did expect so many people to be celebrating my birthday for me. i was really happy, of course, and touched too. tho i did tell myself not to be disappointed if no one noticed that it was my birthday, but of course, how could my pals forget that? lOL thanks everyone for making it so memorable.

Had to rush to school early in the morning b/c Ms Gan called for a meeting. I remembered the sinking feeling when she told me to inform the rest, 'cos a morning meeting meant waking up early on my birthday. but lo and behold, it actually turned out to be a birthday celebration! seems like everyone knew except for me. haha well I was really touched that the people sacrificed their sleep to sing birthday songs for me, watch me blow the candles and talk crap. kudos to the prefects!

after that there was a celebration by my discipler, pastor and the cell. =) they gave me a bouquet of flowers too! on top of all the books i got. loL it was great, you guys rawk. had to rush home after the celebrations 'cos I was supposed to prepare dinner and it was nearly 6.30pm.

I realised that this would probably be the year that I received the most presents. there were quite a few books and a BIG box of MERCI chocs that esther bought =D and other barang. put them all in a red market plastic bag and i think i might have looked like an auntie trying to lug durians and hold flowers at the same time, on the bus. haha

to everyone, thanks for making my day so memorable.

primary cheers to:
my cliche - the PL eaglets: Cheryln, Shu Yan, Sha Yun, Xinjie
the prefects
discipler and cell and pastor
4A1 peepz
friends from 2A'02
friends/juniors who wished me
last but not least, special people noteworthy of mention: Esther, Sheryl Sim and everyone!!

(sorry, I hate to leave out people, but really sorry if I did, I didn't mean to, really)

it was kinda like completely different at home. sis slept late and my parents arrived home just in time to get angry, and all the time they were yelling at her and scolding her for wasting her time on computer gaming and sleeping, instead of doing her work.

still, I had a great time. thanks everyone!

happy birthday to people who have it on this day too =)

2004-07-16T16:47:00.001+08:00

finally. its time that I can finally chill and relax for a while. strange thing ain't it, I find myself dreading the mondays, the beginnings of each week, but yet it only seemed like yesterday, and I'm already looking forward to the weekends now. time really flies, especially this term. what with all the tests, things to be done for the board, people to look to and talk to, little sis to take care of and stuff. time really flies.

learnt about emperor Puyi in HCL lessons. he was the last emperor of China (Qing dynasty) before the entire empire went poof and fell. you know, he was the little boy who got to sit at the throne from a very young age, you might have seen him in pictures before, I think. Anyway, he wrote prose and stuff, so we studied one of his passages about his nanny in the textbook. in those days, there weren't milk powder and things like these, so the only way they milked the royal babies, was by getting peasants into the palace to be "cows" for a meagre pay. This nanny of his was from a very poor family, and she didn't have much of a choice except to take the job for she couldn't support her ailing parents and baby daughter. sad to say, while she was trapped in the palace feeding the emperor, her own baby daughter died of malnourishment, as there was no one to take care of her. the royalties were so cruel, that they didn't tell her about it, and i suppose she must have held onto that hope, which was dashed entirely, completely when she was finally laid off nine years later. can you imagine the utter devastation she must have felt? I would have gone crazy or something I think.

come to think of it, i could draw some parallels between that and the modern life. my mom works as a childcare teacher, taking care of other children for a living and she doesn't have the time nor energy to care for my younger sister when she gets back. well, that's ironic, ain't it? come to think of it, its sad actually, but oh well.

this week's been a highly stressful one, but I thank God for many things. Had a good time talking to my juniors and stuff, and I think these are memories which I'll look back on, and cherish with a smile. Its hard to let go, yes, but I know that I'll have to, and I will. Its hard to let go of all that you have, the time you spent, the relationships you built and the sense of belonging that bonds you to it. But i'll remember that we're just stewards entrusted with God's work for a year.

there was d maths test and bio test today, and thank God that I found out on thursday that we only have to study two topics for maths, instead of the entire coursework like what I thought intially. thank God, and thanks Shu Yan =)). Thank God that He saw me through the bio test even when i studied very little for it. =)) Thank you =)))

there's a practice for the musical emcees again tomorrow, probably corrections on my intonation/articulation. let's pray that the PL Musical will be a success and truly, people will see God's hand in it. going for Touch Community Services flag day after that, and then to youth service. =)))) YAY. thank God for this opportunity =)))))

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, His love endures forever. - 1 Chronicles 16:34

2004-07-12T16:05:00.000+08:00

I've got to nominate leaders for PL Guzheng Tuan, but I hardly knew the sec 2s - (rather, i can't remember their names) even though i coached them on certain ocasions before. so guess what? i came up with this brilliant idea that i would find their names, online - you know those hyperlinks in others' blogs?

right, smart me. I'm only wasting more time online.

did i mention, after blogging last night, i read through Act 2 of a view from the bridge. and after that all i could remember was myself waking up - which meant that i ~~might have~~ did fall asleep. strange though b/c i never had such problems with lit before. maybe e. geog yes, but never lit.

ARGH. shoot me.

dear diary, I'm afraid you'd have to be kept away and locked up, because I spend too much time on you. Hopefully I'll be able to keep my hands off you so that I can spend more of it on my work and God. don't be lonely, I'll come up to visit you once every now and then.

love,
hui wen

(ok, i need more lessons from trixia on the mastery of sarcasm)

if you don't know what I'm talking about, never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about too.

PS: hey you, i'm glad to see your reply. really. =))

2004-07-11T20:55:00.000+08:00

PL Musical 2004 - The Father's Hand
23rd & 24th July, 7.30pm
additional matinee on 24th jul, @ 2.30pm.

the coolest, the funkiest, the most chic play!

CHECK IT OUT!

Tickets can be purchased from the school office.

Come watch, and give your money to a worthy cost. (20 bucks from you goes to building PL's concert hall, larger and better facilities for everyone)

-Everyone's talking about it-

[shameless plug]

2004-07-11T20:51:00.000+08:00

goodness. its sunday night.

the ending of a short break. the start of a new week.

its sunday night.

by the way, that ain't meant to be a poem.

it'd be good if time could stop. right now. then i can be typing forever.

forgive me, i'm in a madly sadistic/cynical mood today.

or perhaps, i'm just bored.

2004-07-11T20:31:00.000+08:00

the internet is poisonous.

everytime i tell myself 10 minutes, its translated to half an hour's time online.

the internet is poisonous. someone, please remind me of that.

went to school on saturday to go through the emcee script with my primary school host. i feel so flattered, the first thing she sees me - "Good morning Head Prefect"..haha, i ~~almost~~ felt like a teacher. was strangely amused too - well, she's sweet. she kinda reminded me of my own pri school days in CHIJ OLN. can't say i don't have feelings for the place, but its been more like a stranger to me now that the school's shifted to its new, fanciful, beautiful, impressive building. i still miss the cosy, crammed small lil' school where i used to dangle on monkey bars, play the hopskotch and fall off the balancing beam.

enough of nostalgia, its no good to hold on to the past, so i learnt from Ling Yi. its true, thinking of the past kills you, when you're no longer able to picture how it was like, because you've left that phase for another new one.

anyhows, i stayed in school to type the script out because I wanted to finish the job fast. somehow i realised that I left out the pri gal's part for one section after I reached home and looked thru' it again, so here am I writing yet another email, and spending MORE time online...=/

lately there are things swimming at the back of my head, while i busy myself finishing math prelim papers. i've been thinking about my office in the board, and many people. i've taken to praying about it.

I guess what i'm saying here is rather vague, ain't it? There's never such a thing as a private blog I guess. haha. there are things i want to say but have to be censored. well it'd be a good idea to start another blog that's for my eyes only. but then again, that's the same intention I carry with me each time I start a new blog. ah well

anyway, I don't know what I'm saying , so you - points - are reading crap.

thanks for your time, though. =)

[Listen to the unobtrusiveness]

2004-07-09T20:56:00.000+08:00

Let Evening Come - Jane Kenyon

let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down

let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. let evening come.

let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in the long grass. let the starts appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn

let the fox go back to its sandy den.
let the wind die down. let the shed
go black inside. let evening come.

to the bottles in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

Lord, teach me.

2004-07-04T22:11:00.000+08:00

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2004-07-03T21:01:00.000+08:00

it'd be a good idea to start each entry with the
"dear diary" salutation, i'd be addressing my reader as an inanimate object.

listening to hillsong now. i'm supposed to be online doing ONLY literature assignment that mrs suz tan set to kill. only joking.

youth day celebrations were interesting, and madly hilarious. Ms Goh and Ms Loh were the emcees again, playing the same characters again. the teachers did a fashion show, and most of them participated in the celebrations this time. i supposed we could catch a glimpse of what was in their wardrobe then, loL. Ms Wong was really spontaneous to join in as one of the "hippies", and she got one of the loudest cheers too, part stemming from me. Ms Yoong was sporting too, she donned a traditional chinese costume, with plaits and clogs that made her look probably 10 years her age. Mrs suz tan was HILARIOUS, we all were wondering who the "most beautiful lady" behind the mask was, and when her face was revealed, everyone roared with laughter because it looked as though she didn't know how to use makeup, esp. lipstick! it was a funny sight seeing the teachers going all out to entertain the students, and I do appreciate their efforts for doing that (of course, you could see that they were having a whale of a time).

I'd prefer the skit they put up last year though, the one which talked about dreams and pursuing what we really wanted. haha, that's probably b/c i was in the organising comm,and the bunch of us thought of the theme "Create. Dream. Live" and the teachers did something closely related to that. =)) it was a good time nonetheless.

mrs lum was really nice, to buy us pringles chips and pretzel sticks as youth day presents. i do think teachers give better prezzies than the nation/the school, which is a sad irony.

i attended the post-encounter class today, and zhimin joined in too. pastor talked about living a balanced life. she remarked that i was looking exceptionally good today, the "jing1 shen2 bao2 man3) kind - rosy cheeks and all. haha, that really caught me by surprise. then concluded that it'd probably be due to the good sleep i had and the increased QT i've been having. its good to spend more time reading the bible and getting to know God more, 'cos that was how I re-discovered many of my favourite verses and was reminded of what God wanted me to do at this point of my life. Ms Gan also joined in some time later.

Just a thought, if you're a friend of mine and reading all the entries I've been putting up so far, don't get offended that you don't see your name; 'cos even if I see you everyday, chances are that i may have forgotten part of what i did with you today, or whenever I blog, there are just too many things that i wanna pen down, so i can't really remember/ recall to include everything - that's why you might be seeing very little of your name here, though i see you and you see me or we hang out often.

hope y'all get what i'm trying to say here. ha, that was one thing which i often wondered about when i read others' blogs. call me egoistical, but sometimes i wonder about little things like this.

i've discovered my favourite psalm in the bible, not the shepherd psalm 23 ,but psalm 139. I especially like verses 7 - 10, because of a poster that i saw in the PL toilet. it was one of those inspirational posters, but it had the verses printed onto it, and there was a picture of a person walking along a trail, and in the background there were people by the beach and the sea. I've always liked that poster, and that was how i came to appreciate the psalm as well. King David really does write well. That's his gift from God, and He used it to write these psalms to present HIS gift to the Lord!

things really work both ways. its two-sided traffic.

PS: thanks a lot for all your encouraging sms-es and letters. it matters, really, it makes a world of difference.

yes, its the little things.

Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your prescence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

- Psalm 139: 7-10

2004-06-29T20:24:00.000+08:00

its been awhile.

its been a long time since I last blogged in this journal. the last week of june was exceptionally memorable, what with going for CAP (with don :)) ), Pri prefects camp, and simply for Post Encounter, stuff.

CAP Opening Ceremony was alright, with all the stodgy people wearing formal suits (men and women alike), having impressive titles which could fill up 3 or 4 lines, and of course, us receiving our mentorship certs. I'd prefer the Closing though, because that's the time when you get to see the fruits of the performance workshops, when CAPers put up really wacky and rocking performances. I remembered that for last year, JC drama was a riot!

Went down for both days of primary prefects camp, just to look-see, and to help out in any way I could. I just couldn't stop laughing at Ms Pauline Lee, 'cos she was simply hilarious and kept teasing me! Well, the good-natured teacher remarked that I knew how to play along too! Haha, it was really fun (and funny), pastor/huiyi/angel and a few of her G12 came as well.

The camp was great, a good effort for the organising committee when it was their first planning a full camp. Yup Cheerio!

The PB BBQ was unforgettable, and its just one of the memories that would be treasured when I leave PL. I've had many good times in the board, and that was one of the many. Really thank God for bringing the board together, and the exco too! Nicole ding was my angel! *just as I guessed* =P Thought it pretty funny of the juniors when they gave me food, and teased me, but that was cute of them too.

Sat in through a long "conflict management" in the toilet with a few of my prefects. As ya all knew, my stomach was growling within just twenty minutes into the session! Well, that was the reason I gave for them to come to a decision quickly too. Glad that I had the opportunity to talk to them, and to commit their friendships to God. Over my years in PL I've realised that such precious relationships don't come by easy, and I felt that it was something appropriate that I should do, to allow them to understand, appreciate and cherish each other. Yeah, like what you guys have said in your blogs (you know, i do READ =P), its not gonna be easy, there's bound to be more things coming your way, but remember that you can all overcome it together, by loving one another - that's what I learnt. ah well. and I should be dropping Ling Yi another sms or email one of these days, to say HI to her and also say HI from a few juniors eh (hint). Oh well, I thank God for each one of them, and yeah, we've pretty much prayed over our problems, so let's trust Him to guide us!

I just got to know about my role in the musical after I went back to school after the camp. Shouldn't have bought the ticket in the first place then, but anyway, I'm selling mine to Shu Ling. :))

This is gonna be a long long long blog. There's new hopes and goals for this term. I also need to think about what I can do to reach out to my sister, primarily my elder sis first.

I haven't been doing much revision, the only one being english rev, by watching the news at 9. that's absurd, completely. but that's exactly what i do. and it has turned out to be an interesting watch as well, you don't have to read newspapers to know everything in the world, from IRAQ to EURO. just switch on the tv for half an hr at 9, and you'll get everything. haha this sounds like a shameless plug for channel 5.

huiyi's leaving for shanghai for a year on thursday. i'm sure gonna miss her a lot (X infinity). i'm rather resilient to change at times, when people are concerned. oh well...i'll learn to adapt. after all, life has to go on, ain't it? i'll do good to learn from pastor and ms gan.

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I wanna go to church!

can't wait for saturday. well right now I'm supposed to write an essay for a competition. CAPers do have quite an entire load of expectations to live up to, ain't it? Especially when it comes to writing. (maybe I should indicate - I write poetry, not prose).

2004-06-19T19:20:00.000+08:00

nothing.

i.
I remember those times we sat at the track; sipping
fizzy coke drinks, watching our emotions dissipate
into the heat of the afternoon, those bubble dreams
just like how those teachers come and go, we used to laugh and say

have you forgotten those times?

You were an ugly little duckling (that from my damned self-righteousness)
that needed love, attention, and maybe a little more which
I sought to fulfill (to try out my predetermined moral principles)
from the bosom we sought friendship, and found it forged
out of entangled propaganda.ignorance (and, your emptiness)

the phone fell off in irritation; from ringing
excessively; you were a dormouse with buck teeth
i silently mocked the 10-km repulsion field wherever you walked, but
changed into my fairy godmother suit in front of you

ii.
gradually the calls stopped
i was busy having too much fun in the waters
maybe you noticed. (i bet you did)

occasionally i'd pick up the phone, to hear
listen of your grouses over schoolwork (and the girl you've been
trying to get her attention)
I neverdidunderstand, why you'd make it known to the world
your heartaches.headaches.habits of destruction
(these were meant to be kept in the dark, i thought)
kindness, was what I felt i'd shown
when I chided and tried to awaken you

(rusted) I never understood what you wanted in the first place, perhaps
its because our conversations have been corroded
eaten away by the frail bonds

you were playing it too far (for 4 years?!)
grow out of it, kid - I'd hear myself tell you silently
what I didn't expect, really
was a fulfilment of that semi-prophetic remark

2004-06-17T22:24:00.000+08:00

this from a senior of mine. i didn't really read it properly till what she said in the email (about point 1) struck me. hard. maybe you can gain from it too. the key is, to read this carefully.

do you feel like you're carrying a cross daily and it's weighing you down? there may be a purpose as to why God is putting you through this:

1) He's teaching you that without Him you can do nothing (John 15:5)

"He asks us to take up our crosses and struggle on with them, until we learn that lesson. Not until our crosses push us down into the dust, do we learn the lesson that it is not by our might nor power nor strength, but it is by His power That is what the Bible means when it says His strength is made perfect in our weakness"

from: Have you felt like giving up lately by David Wilkerson

2) He's revealing his power in your life and that his grace is sufficient (2 Cor 12:9,10)

"But he said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, I am strong"

Therefore, do not see your trials and tribulations as stumbling blocks or sources of stress, frustrations, pain etc. Instead, see it as a chance for your faith and trust in God to grow.

2004-06-17T20:52:00.000+08:00

Dear mentees of the CAP mentorship attachment programme 2003-4,

This is a formal notice that the mentorship programme (2003-2004) has come
to an end. I hope that all of you have benefitted from the interaction with
and guidance from your mentors.

A selection of your works will be published in the 2005 Eye on the World
publication. This publication will be launched as a bumper issue as it will
also contain works of mentees in the 2004-5 Mentorship Attachment. You will
receive an invitation to attend the 2005 CAP Opening Ceremony next year to
collect this publication.

In case you have not been informed by your teacher i/c yet, the Opening
Ceremony Rehearsal will be held at 11am at the Theatre, University Cultural
Centre on 21 June. You should be attired in your school uniform (blazer and
tie would be required at the actual Opening).
Lunch will NOT be provided, so do bring along lunch money.

Unless I have contacted you personally to request for your works, I have
received your submitted pieces. See you next Monday then.

Best regards,
Joyce Soh (Ms)
i/c CAP Committee

CAP is coming to an end.
There's a sense of finality, of closure.

I am gonna miss it for sure. The times I spent getting lost on my way to Bukit Timah, or NUS to meet Ms Yap, the times spent poring over my poetry and trying to refine them - omitting the overstatements, tautologies and all other unecessary stuff. (Ms Yap's catchphrase: less is more). I'm gonna miss Guthrie House at Sixth Avenue, the NUS canteen, CFA, UCC etc.

Oh well, at least I'll be crashing CAP 04!

2004-06-11T23:04:00.000+08:00

haven't updated for quite some time again. i thought that this june hols would be less hectic than the others that I've experienced but maybe I'll have to think twice about it.

went to watch Harry Potter III with Don @ Orchard. Spent some time looking up books in Borders, though I didn't really buy anything. Borders does have a variety of poetry anthologies, unlike some other bookstores. Oh well, I shall get one or two some day. Harry Potter was good, as usual. Somehow I feel that the charm of it all is Rowling's ability to spin a different world, a different realm at her fingertips, which leaves us enthralled, mesmerized, fascinated and whateverwhatever. It was simply great, and I'm glad I caught the show instead of Day after Tomorrow, or Shrek.

then we had an exco meeting this week too, and went for dinner at country manna after that. it felt good to gather together again and plan for the board. I really thank God for placing me amongst committed people who form such a strong support, be it physically or emotionally. I also thank God for allowing the exco to have a smooth time working so far, from day 1 of our term till now. Truly its been no easy feat, but the fact that the exco is so closely-knit, speak volumes about each member, and for them, I thank God. =)

wednesday was a little crazy because I got uptight about the 10 June CAP publication deadline. tried to do-up my poems for submissoin and felt relieved after I sent them. Ms Yap was great help too, because my rewritten drafts didn't get to her and she replied as fast as she could after I re-sent them to her, helping me to add the finishing touches to my stuff. I'd want to join CAP again, and maybe I can spend my time after the o levels fattening up my portfolio again....=P

the first two weeks of June have gone in a flurry of work and play (unusual this time round), and time never fails to amaze me, how it flies by while the pendulum swings. i'll do well with hermione's time turner, then.

on an afternote, my elder sis went to gleneagles hospital on an attachment today. she saw 5 surgeries in 3 hours. told me that she had the luck to catch a caesarian operation. that's so cool! *green with envy* well maybe I'll apply for an attachment when I go to JC too. =)

2004-06-11T23:02:00.000+08:00

this is utterly the dumbest thing that I've done in my whole entire life.

remember me mentioning that I couldn't get into my blog unless I got them to send a recovery email each time I want to log in? I finally realised why.

I have been typing the wrong username all along

ok, this is stupid.

2004-05-31T10:45:00.000+08:00

Five for Fighting - 100 years

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

2004-05-31T10:39:00.000+08:00

Sixpence none the richer - Don't dream its over

There is freedom within
There is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead
Many battles are lost
But you'll never reach the end of the road
While you're traveling with me

CHORUS:
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm towing my car
There's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today
Tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the TV page

CHORUS

Now I'm walking again
To the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead
Barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief

CHORUS

REPEAT UNTIL FADE:
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in

I never realised, that this song was actually talking about war.or racisim.

2004-05-31T10:24:00.000+08:00

its been ages since I've updated

encounter camp was great, really. it just brought me closer to God and to re-discover God for who He is, deviating from my predetermined idea. Really thank Ps Yol and all the people who made it possible for encounter camp to be held in sch. ((=

the last week of school had been unusually quiet. perhaps that's because everyone's studying for CL O levels, leaving the hcl girls to do whatever they want to. spent the last 5 days of school cooped up in the library, reading bks one after another (this seems familiar, I seemed to have typed this somewhere before) and simply lazing around with trixie and the cliche. i re-discovered my love for the sch library (irregardless of how seemingly small lit is) and it just gives me a sense of deja vu, when i recalled how fanatical I was in sec 1. i remember taking up 5 minutes of my recess time eating, and then rushing up to the library to spend the rest of the time there, leaving shuyan and the rest looking at me in bewilderment and.....
haha those were the times, and shuyan was kindly reminding of my nerdy encounters. the library is actually a nice place in fact, and that's mainly because people seldom go into it, so you feel like you have the entire place to yourself (haha the possessive me).

I heard that heartland mall's been revamped, and it looks like the heeren now (according to jas and serena).haven't actually gone in there since its renovation, and well maybe i'll just pop by one of these days.

the next 10 days of my June hols will have me buried at my desktop or permanently stuck at this workstation writing, re-writing, editing, re-editing and re-polishing my poems for EOTW submissions.ar well let's hope that they'll at least turn out fine.

been listening to the Great I Am soundtrack (ripped off from trix) and it just reminds me again and again, how fast 4 years fly by.

afternote: regina and jayne popped by days ago. *waves hiii
i think its kind of funny and sweet at the same time when juniors visit your blog. loLLL anyway. update later.

signing off, ,tintedpoesia

where is the love

2004-05-18T20:13:00.000+08:00

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Badness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how a n**** works and operates
N**, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our own direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive to lovers bound

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

I like this song a lot. .

2004-05-17T20:12:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACLYN

Lord I give you my heart I give you my soul I live for you alone

2004-05-16T12:32:00.000+08:00

stayed up late friday night to finish Nicholas Spark's The Rescue . It was really touching and even brought tears to my eyes (which is a rare case). I guess the essence of spark's stories is a simple description and potrayal of love. his stories and plots are nothing too complicated, but nothing less better, relly. especially enjoyed the part when taylor was opening up to denise and telling her about how his father died in the fire just to save him. and that was the reason why taylor'd been someone who fixes broken things, mends torn hearts for his life, simply because he was trying to rectify the brokeness of his own life.

woke up feeling rather sleepy in the morning. mom made me clear out all the dusty nooks and corners of my shelves. found artifacts such as sec 1 CME and study tips booklets, random drawings and past compositions that i faithfully hoarded, because of the good remarks nonetheless.

headed down to marine parade after that to meet huiyi. we crapped a bit, then went to starbucks because i wanted to get iced coffee. (see this addiction?) borrowed DH Lawrence's short stories collection and another american novel. modern american novels attract me because they have nice covers. period. this may seem wierd but i guess most of the time why i read trashy books is because of the nice covers that they have. call me silly. american novels sometimes sink into self-degradation unknowingly because of the way they talk about sex so blatantly as if it was just like drinking water. not that there's anything wrong about it, but it just seems like the entire relationships between women and men hinge on a single carnal act, and people seem to live for that. that's degrading, i find. took to Odour of Chrysanthemums which we learnt in lit tcss. got "the Prussian Officer and other short stories", which has an extremely misleading, erotical cover (saw huiyi staring at it when i was holding it...haha). i think its supposed to be the picture Walter on the front cover, the way he looked at his death: naked and pure and all.

went to east coast park after that to have solitude with God. its really kinda cool sitting by yourself (angel huiyi me sat separately), looking at the waves, talking to God and just feeling the breezes caressing your face, and feeling the warmth of the afternoon encircling you.

went for service after that, we sat with a couple of other people from Yoznet. met Ps Yol there as well! loL she seemed surprised when she caught sight of me. well she came over and the bunch of us said hi and all. worship was great, as usual. pastor khong shared about understanding our own SHAPE (spiritual gifts, heart/passion, abilities, personality and experiences) and how to use it for God's purpose in our lives. he covered the last three points, continuing from ps mak's sermon last week. he also shared about his outreach programme in Thailand. mentioned that things were difficult there because there is such a strong spiritual culture, and there were some difficulties with the magic shows as well. at one point he was almost ready to pack up and come back, but his G12 and pastor nina (his wife)'s G12 got together and prayed to discern God's will. They felt that God was telling them to persevere and press on, so they would be going back there next wednesday. i just felt a lot of respect for pastor khong, because of his great commitment, and perseverance to continue in the work that God had called him to.

after service i headed to the chalet for Grace's birthday celebrations+bbq. it was actually a very long walk from ECP, nearly 5km. and then it had to start raining then, but i really thank God for blessing me with a lady who shared her umbrella with me, and even asked her friends for directions for me when she reached her place. there were also two people who were holding newspapers and gave me the papers to shelter myself when they saw me walking in the rain. thank you GOD! i felt blessed though i was drenched.

finally found grace's chalet after perhaps 20 minutes of walking in the rain. Sharon and grace were so kind to give me bear hugs, after which i found myself covered in flour. well it was kinda funny, and better still when i found myself reverting to the irresistible urge of smashing birthday cream onto the bdae girl. i realised that it works best when you use just the cream, and not wasting the cake. (anyway cream is fattish so we might as well put it to good entertainment instead of eating it =P). lo and behold, three simultaneous attacks came for me after i attacked grace. Lindy, jen and celes were quick eh, I would say. haha i was covered in cream. it was really quite funny. overall the bbq was fun, and i enjoyed myself talking to 2A 02 classmates whom i haven't caught up for a long time. i saw yen ching, my pri sch classmate too. think she came along with heather. anyway it was a great time of bonding with my classmates =)) enjoyed it tons.

last time i used to find blog entries that record even the teeny-weeniest bit of things ridiculous, but now, all that i know is that i want to chronicle as much of my secondary and teenage life as possible, so that i don't forget it next time, and i'll have memories to look back upon when i am older.

I seem to remember you

2004-05-15T10:12:00.000+08:00

I seem to remember you, out of
the back of my mind, where your fleeting prescence
manifests itself in random thoughts

i.
you were like a precious piece of poetry , that I'd
readreadread and never seem to catch a pinch
you were impossible to fathom, but I
had a stubborn liking for mystical things which bedazzled me.

(seeking) you were always far out of reach
I couldn't manage to cross over the barrier, of
intellectwitsarcasm to bridge (every greeting bounced back flat)
only to steal glances from next door's window
maybe you didn't notice (or did you?)

(watching) you were a crystal figurine inversely
reflected in all its glory; beauty hidden in the hearth of a poem
in glory you shone, and outshone
all other stars.

ii.
furtive stares transformed like changelings in the dark
was it my imagination, but your ice seemed to melt
you seemed like a friend, so close, but yet
far still, senior

i still recall, how we did those arithmetic problemstogether
and of course, by conversing with mere juniors, how you
made my stomach give that sickening lurch, the old familiar way

iii.
perhaps I've crossed the bridge of infatuation; I've
passed phase in growing up
I footed my path, and you walked your trail
they converged on the road home, and we shared thoughts and masks
for the first, I swore I comprehended the first stanza of what's writ

when you dropped a bomb.

my dreams had sprouted wings, and taken
flight; with the shattering of your crystal figurine
(I busied myself in picking up the broken pieces -
a present for Christmas)

iv.
time passed, as I footed my path, occasionally
looking back on the trail that you'd taken
(it stopped at a sharp fork out of sigh)
perhaps that was how time came to a standstill
by sighing, and counting the loss of you

I didn't count on receiving your mail yesterday

I was caughtrappedstuck in the sea of nuances
eagerly i tore open your package, to find my reward
for remembrancing you -
after all these years, I finally understood your art

You're just like your letter of penciled poetry
speaking always of so much, in so little
the penciled is easily erased
(but I can tell you)
the poetry, your life, leaves (has left?)

(an imprint.)

great poems

2004-05-15T10:07:00.000+08:00

I was flipping through some of the pages in the Ethos anthology, and found really good poems. Here's one:

On an MRT Train
She sits across me on the crowded train
Reading, trying to read her Chinese paper
Its bright red characters leaping out
From the front page news and spilling out
Over onto the colourless floor.
Her light brown face shrouded by her
Grass-green, age-old head scarf
folded neatly, melting into the folds
Of her long bright dress.
Her dress and scarf provide the frame
For which she is the potrait.
Her life in between
Chinese characters grasped by
Hands which fast and pray
Five times a day,
And worship in a different tongue.
Her living portrait an unsurprising picture
(the red words on the front page arrest
more eyes than she)
Among other beings in between
MRT stops, and the signposts
that mark invisible territory.
Unknown lines of experience
What, after all, separates Outram Park
from Tanjong Pagar except a two-minute journey?
What divides the bright red words
From the hands which refuse food once a year?

Her stop comes, and she leaves
leaving, accidentally, her newspaper
for others to read,
for others to take her place aboard this crowded train.

Keith Tan

library visit

2004-05-14T17:37:00.000+08:00

went to school today just for the CME paper. bull-shitted my way through the paper, which was a first, and probably due to extreme boredom and a hangover from yesterday.

went to toa payoh library. esther was suddenly taken ill so we didn't go to town. i met ho ying there, which was surprising considering the fact that they should all be congregating in town for a celebration. anyway i managed to grab some good books after some hour long hunt for them. borrowed poetry anthologies, "No other city: The ethos anthology of urban poetry" and I managed to find e.e. cummings' stuff. his work is actually really interesting, and i was flipping through some of his books and i realised that he was one who was really creative and played around with all kinds of genre and started the revolution against traditional iambics and all that. also nipped nicholas spark's "The Rescue". haven't read any of his works so far except for message in the bottle.

walked past starbucks and I couldn't resist the temptation. I am now convinced that I have a natural resistance against caffeine. I still managed to sleep on the bus after downing a full cup of iced coffee.

is american idol really that boring? or is something wrong with me? caught my first episode of the show yesterday night and slept halfway off it. well its not that nice after all, ain't it?

argh, I can't go for Pre-Cap! I've got encounter weekend! ARGH. Then again, maybe I should ask the people who are accepted into CAP 04 to go for it. Hmmm.

I shall be posting and blogging up here till I get bored of it, or when blogspot fails me, I'll revert back to LJ then.

laters.

2004-05-13T19:21:00.000+08:00

September
1. apart

in September you travelled, calling home as always
to leave room number, and confirm safe arrival.

in September, as always when you are away,
i walked the dog alone or brought a child along.

in September you flew and i rode escalators,
we stepped into lifts, and i still took the train.

in September, in an unspoken pact, we continued
getting dressed each morning and walking out the front door.

in September i powered up and shut-down daily;
in between, I pounded my defiance on computer keys.

in September we e-mailed, and you called each day,
your voice clear, absent the static, and I marveled

that you could have been in the next room,
and not a continent and a 7-hour flight away.

2. for you

I am writing this poem for you - the mother trying to locate your baby pacifier - for the child swinging on the grab pole as the train doors open and close (open and close)(open and close) at each station; and I am writing for my neighbour's grand-daughter, as I hear her hurry by in wooden bathroom clogs I know are painted red, clattering out the busy-ness known only to a four-year old

I am writing for the schoolgirls, nodding on the bus as daybreak hovers between dawn and night; for the Ah Pek in slippers and striped blue cotton pajamas, brushing with Darlie and gargling from his enamel cup stamped made in China? for the Makcik with gold caps and loud voice, tending the queue for lontong bunkus and mee rebus, and for the Ah Soh at the bustop, complaining about costs; for the car mechanic, sipping his kopi while the cigarette ash grows white and long, and for the taxi driver who opines between Mandarin radio songs about the news that flickers on our screens from half a world away

and this poem is for the teenager on his skateboard; for his sandal girlfriend in her low-waist jeans [how low can you go?In spag-strap T; for his Discman.cellphone.backpack going-nowhere pals; and this poem is also for you, fresh and happening executive, ash blonde expat, laptop-toting and recently off the plane; for the baristas in black Tee, pulling lattes and mocca; and for the turbanned, bearded lawyer bearing his file

and I am writing for you, in your good office pants, your blue shirt and maroon tie; for you, togged up in lavender twinset and re-bonded, whose resolute commuter eyes fix on the mid-distance so as not to pry into other eyes

and I am writing, remembering gardens that I love, recalling tree-lined lanes and sandy paths, I am writing with the scent of jasmine suddenly renewed, I am writing out the memory of evening skies and fireworks, the faces of friends, red-and-white flags, and National Day parades; the smell of bananas freshly fried and roasting chestnuts nesting in coffee beans, and the sounds of the city waking and sleeping, sleeping and waking, and the sight of orderly blocks that suddenly are dear again

3. recalling

in September I recalled the sweetness of birdsong,
the smell of rain, the shyness of the youth
when he first reaches for his sweetheart's hand;
I remembered perhaps a million cherished
details with the freshness of new sight,
and coming to the altar rail again,
dwelt on meaning.image.metaphor - ONE
brought there the looming ache of unanswered questions,
and again chose hope. and once again chose

Love.
By Angeline Yap

2004-05-13T19:14:00.000+08:00

well, at last for the first time in my life, i managed to get a great template for my journal.

genesis

2004-05-13T18:46:00.000+08:00

first entry on my renewed attempt to trust in Blogger again despite its prior malfunctioning failures.

today's been a break from study and i haven't had the time to slack for such a long while. well i'll have to get back to hitting the books soon, but not now.