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profile Walking by faith is something easy to say, but hard to do especially when things don't go as planned. But we try all the same, and I'm no exception. This blog is in some ways cathartic, in others a means for me to pen my thoughts and struggles as I walk this life and learn to trust God more with each passing day. tag archives May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 friends and credits skin by: Jane |
Saturday, July 30, 2005 @ 1:47 PM
whoa. 2 weeks! ihavesomanythingstotypeandiwantedtodososince800yearsagobutiwassobusyyy! Now where shall I start? Agenda for blog entry 30th July 1. stupid piano exam 2. classes 3. rouyin's birthday! 4. performance at the Shangri-La 5. temasek seminar 6. NJCo concert Wah lao. My hands will suffer from muscle spasms after this man. 1. Stupid piano exam I try to practise everyday. I really do. But sometimes it doesn't help when choir/council ends at 8! If I should lay my fingers and start to play chromatics then, the uncle downstairs will throw eggs at me. :( Somemore right, I think muh family not very happy with me because their tv programme (tong xing yuan, to be exact) is disturbed when I bang like mad on the keys. After I play one piece: Sister: *claps damn loudly* Me: Thank you thank you. Sister: Okay. You can stop now I want to watch tv. Me: NOO. Sister: *slumps down in the sofa* ... 2. Classes Woweee!! Elits, rock onnn!! I feel deliriously happy whenever I'm with my fellow elits: Nani, mavis, melissa, huixian, shuqi, charmaine! Though sometimes not all of them are around. naughty naughty ah. ;)  not all of s08 are here, but we sure had fun then! (in june - paiseh a bit out dated) p.s. I'm SO HAPPY that blogger can now upload pictures directly from "create a post"! Although things can get crazy at times (when schoolwork and CCAs don't go hand in hand), I'm satisfied with what I'm doing, because I learn. Cut the cliches, you say. But it's true what! lalala There was once during Lit lesson, Mr Dio asked the class what Pibroch meant. It was the title of one of the weirdo poems Ted Hughes wrote. We were supposed to research on it, but we didn't, so we had to guess and guess. Till we arrived to the conclusion that Pibroch was something to do with Swiss-related sad music. Then a thought struck me. " Is it one of those music played by.. by.. windpipes?" Of course I meant bagpipes. What the hell was I thinking. Mr Dio: "Yeah I'm sure, you play music using your windpipes, like this!" *uses his fist and hits his chest, exhaling really loudly at the same time* HAHAHAHA. I cracked up! Bagpipes. Bagpipes. NOT windpipes. Pibroch is, indeed, one of those sad songs played by Irish men in criss-cross skirts. hurhur. Many have asked why I chose to take Literature when I didn't take it in the O levels. And I wonder, does it really matter? I like the subject, and I'm doing okay in it, and I have no regrets at all. I love LIT! yippee~  The view from the grandstand. In love with the NJ sky. :) 3. Rouyin's birthday! Ahh rouyin!! Happy 17th birthday. rapache loves you! *grin* 4. performance at the Shangri-La The choir had to perform at Dr Ng Eng Hen's farewell; we sang "Cantemus", this joyous song proclaiming the beauty of singing. It was pretty cool seeing the who's who of MOE sitting in the dining hall when we performed!  me and mav!  woo! linda and joanna and tiffany.  The choir guys, who are so bloody good at acapella I think I'm in love with -- their voices.  gasp i didn't know we had communists in the choir. =D 5. temasek seminar It's a seminar organised for students to have insight into what the SAF really does, and I had a great time during the last session of the seminar at SAFTI Jurong.  The army guys showing us their obstacle course - damn tough.  Close combat training- it's NYJC against NJC!!! go go go!! We won the tagline competition, by the way! The theme was Singapore: More than a Red Dot, and our tagline was The Singapore Lighthouse: Light Beyond Our Horizons. First okay! Don't play play. Had an open forum with the who's who in the Ministry of Defence - Mr Teo, Mr Kishore (UN ambassador to Singapore) - both who showed us that defence and diplomacy have to work hand in hand if Singapore wants to uphold her security. As youths of today we may not know it, but terrorism really IS a threat to Singapore. Especially since we are famed for our security. If you ask me, I'm worried. For my family and friends and everyone else. It's a new war that will be tough to overcome, a war that is subtle but is very much active beneath the covers. They know what we are doing, but we don't know what they are doing. Doesn't that scare you? 6. NJCO concert which took place yesterday at SCH Whee! I had fun performing for the NJ Chinese Orchestra yesterday! Only the choir girls were involved and we sang two songs: "Hong Lou Meng" and "Nan Wang De Po Shui Jie" . Throughout the course of us practising the with the CO I've taken a liking to the yang qing (because the player is so pro), the erhu (because it sounds beautifully melancholic) and the guzhen (because it's so elegant). I like chinese instruments, yeah I do.  On our way to SCH!  *gasp* How DARE you try to pee on my swarovski crystal - attached shoulder scarf??!!  Wherefore art thou yang qing player?  :) Now as girls nothing scares us more than tiko guys. So we choir girls have come up with a hand sign protocol to signal the arrival of tikos, to give us plenty of time to evacuate if need be.  tiko is 5m away. take note.  4m.  3m!  2m!!!  1m!! RUUUN!! This is all for fun. If you see girls doing this it does not mean that you are tiko or your friend is a tiko. love choir. END Saturday, July 16, 2005 @ 11:33 PM
black-eyed bumblebees Have you seen a panda? Yes I'm sure. Have you seen a bumblebee? Yes lah I'm sure too. Now have you seen a merge of both? Haven't right. I show you okay. *a picture of me* boings. Just returned an hour plus ago from a 12-hour sat school day (choir practice with the NJCO - we're singing w them + painting of the CPU banner). Ah! My piano exam is in three weeks too. double boings. And my tutorials are piling up! BOING not to worry. I will pull through this vast sea of work. I hope. *cross fingers* *YAWN* I want to say so much but my hands are not co-operating with my eyes. Thursday, July 14, 2005 @ 10:51 PM
dead tired lah. When I brush my teeth and stare into the mirror I see a panda. A panda that seriously needs some SLEEP. I. NEED. MORE. SLEEP!! The horror. The horror. Sunday, July 10, 2005 @ 5:07 PM
growing up Such a complex process, growing up is. Just last night during the rapache outing some of us lamented over how "grown up" we are, staying out till late night, handbags on shoulders, the works. If you rewind the clock till when we were in lower sec., by 6pm all of us will be sitting at home watching tv! I find growing up fine la. I mean, who doesn't want some freedom? BUT. Look at this article. I'm 17 and am in a junior college. I have had sex 16 times with 10 different men in the last 1 and a 1/2 years. I lost my virginity to a guy I knew for only a week. I was an unwilling partner but did not press charges. I have also slept with my cousin, and my future brother-in-law.... I feel I've lost everything - my virginity, my friends, my dignity and pride, my self respect, my confidence. I feel cheap and used. I want to change and stop all of this but don't know how. What can I do? - ST sunday Too much freedom also not good. To be honest, I was pretty angry with the girl who wrote this to Aunt Agony. Sleep with a future brother-in-law???!! Utterly disgusting, immoral. To even sleep with someone when you are 17 speaks for itself. And some people say Singapore is a conservative country. Pui! I used to yearn for more freedom in my secondary school days, like a beggar along the streets begging for more coins. But now I'd rather my parents control me a l'ill.. don't know why too. Perhaps it shows their love, concern? Maybe. Had a great time yesterday with rapache. We saw fireworks (for ndp) at the esplanade!! We didn't even know there was to be fireworks. Ha! So happy!! -proud to be a rapacherian Wednesday, July 06, 2005 @ 11:57 PM
it's >bedtime. oh my goodness! I need SLEEP!! Just came back from the NJ Band Concert - Etude XXX. :) It was enjoyable, and I particularly like the Incredibles piece. It was SUPER. My butt hurts though, after the 3 hr concert!! Usually go to choral concerts, and they only last about half of that 3 hrs. Anyways, cheerios to the NJ BAND!! Wuhu. They played the school song at the end, and somehow I felt a sense of 'patriotism' -- to the school. Mavis said if I threw a rock to the audience, there's an 80% chance I would hit an NJCian. No wonder la. ;) SC Meeting tomorrow at 7.15am!! *groans* nite~ Sunday, July 03, 2005 @ 4:07 PM
ambitions ooo ambitions! I have a WHOLE lot of 'em. When I was born and took a glimpse at the 4 walls of the hospital room and stared into the eyes of the doctor, I wanted to be a gynaecologist. Don't ask me why, I think I shared a deep connection with the person who delivered me. Then when I was about 3 and in nursery, I dreamed of being a teacher 'cos I LOVED my teacher. Not anymore in kindergarten when this piggish teacher forced me to pull my ears and stand in the corner for tearing up her boyfriend's photo. I am dead serious. And I can cross my heart, eat my socks and say that I totally DID NOT tear up her boyfriend's picture and even if I did, why did she show it to a bunch of 6 year old kids and asked us to pass it around in the first place? Show off. humph. Then when I was in primary school I wanted to be an author, like my ou xiangs Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl. I became a little more realistic when I was in lower sec, and wanted to be a paedatrician, (doctor for kids) 'cos I absolutely adore children. But my interest towards the subject Biology waned, and I thought, hey I liked writing! So I wanted to be a journalist. And it holds.. until now. But I'm starting to question this ambition of mine; whether it'll bring in enough income for me and my family to live on comfortably, and to fufill my 25-pact. And.. is this truly what I want? sssssso irritating leh. Gotta admit that throughout my teenage years I also had subtle yearnings of becoming.. a singer! And I would imagine myself... standing in front of a 10 000 strong crowd screaming xiaohuiiii wo men ai niiii!!! ahhh... *dazed smile on my face* WAKE UP LAH. Ahem. And so, yea ambitions are super important. Do YOU have one? This message is brought to you by tengahdai pte ltd. I'm full of crap. Maybe I should be a crapper. HA Speaking of crabs, I would LOVE to be a food critic/food host. My oh my... imagine all the food I'll get to eat! *salivating at 2000 dps (drops per sec)*  This was the coconut my family got to savour in the lunch buffet at orchard hotel. The flesh was super thick!! It was heavenly. Like TOTALLY.  clockwise: some marinated crab (spicy), juicy medium-done beef, turkey ham and fried fish with pomelo bits. VERY NICE LEH!!  Can you practically see the word HAPPY scribbled across my face? =D hmm.. I quite enjoy art too. Perhaps I could be an artist of sorts?  And get $$ rolling in by standing absolutely motionless in purple paint along orchard road like this couple? (these artists really need to be applauded for their courage) I think... I don't want lah. Sekali the guy I like see me how? *frowns* I wouldn't mind being a magazine editor! Or a vet? Or a psychologist. Or a lawyer? A housewife? A lao ban niang? A pianist? A teacher? (not very angry over the friggin k2 teacher already) I should just stop, right? heh. For now, I'll be a good daughter, sister, friend, student, councilor, choir member. Ta-da. Saturday, July 02, 2005 @ 9:54 PM
all mixed up I needed today to sort out my feelings, and I think I did. But before I go to that, nana called today!! BUT I wasn't at home (went to miss loh's farewell). darn. Anyway, it sufficed to hear from sis that she's okay and Micheal's dog keeps licking her feet. :) She's happy there, and I'm happy for her too. I can't say for now that I'm okay already; there's still a kind of emptiness in there. But time will close it up, and it's really enough to know that she has found her own happiness. yup. Here's a little something I took in the airport yesterday:  My sis. Such a sweeeet smile  *GASP* is that.. that.. my SIS??!! Wa. Really extreme makeover. tsk tsk Mum is complaining of the mounting housework now. And to think nana just left yesterday. -Off Friday, July 01, 2005 @ 11:17 PM
i miss you already. Gosh. I didn't know seeing a loved one leave for good was so hard. Rushed home after the Lit paper (walked like mad to the front gate to realise it was only 12 and it wasn't open, so I gostaned to the darned main gate) to get to the airport with nana, her good friend aunt eva and sis. Was struggling to hold my tears in the taxi, but failed.. quite terribly. bleah.  Somewhere in Serangoon..  And we were approaching the airport.  See the blue person? That's nana!  Some frenzy over excess baggage payments (she had >64kg of stuff with her. Like whoa.)  Sis.. trying very hard.  :)  I feel like crying again  goodness the tears are flowing Okay I'm fine.  Like a drama serial, we bawled our eyes out when I took this picture...  And so the last call for the flight to San Francisco was made..  And her feet left Singapore.  In the taxi. I'm feeling pretty unstable now; I think my tear glands are malfunctioning. So if you see me bawling like crazy whilst walking along some corridor, don't be surprised. Kidding, kidding. As I am typing this I can hear my sis sobbing in the bedroom. I think I am going to, too. Gosh. They say time heals, but not 100%. I couldn't agree more. |