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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, August 27, 2005 @ 1:46 PM
hear ye! Hello hello? Did a week just fly by, AGAIN??! *shake head* Anyway. This is a very important announcement. NJC Open Day will be held on the 15th October, Saturday, from 10am to 2pm. Sec 4s, mark that date down right this moment!! =D Friday, August 26, 2005 @ 12:16 PM
bouncing off ceilings! I'm in the student lounge with melissa and she's snoring her head off. It's so loud I can feel the ground vibrating. *SNORE* Wah lao. *SNORE* MY EARS!!! Oh. The horror of that low, grumbling sound. waha. She's not snoring lah. Just sleeping. ;) Can you imagine? She only slept two hours last night. TWO HOURS! I'll be half dead if that happened to me. tralala. off to a meeting. ciao again! Saturday, August 20, 2005 @ 10:38 PM
that phone-y mood I'm in a phone-y mood!! The last time I got into that mood was in nov in sec 3. My. That is long. I am eyeing one of those nokias... oh yes.. It's ironic how an inanimate, tiny object can stir your emotions and make you anticipate, anticipate. off to watch drive me crazy. ciao~ Sunday, August 14, 2005 @ 8:00 PM
gearing up... Another week. bah. Sometimes I question myself. Why I chose to take up two CCAs, knowing it will wear me out one way or another. By wanting to commit to both, I sacrifice my family, my friends, and myself. I wanna read all the books I've wanted to since the beginning of the year. I wanna go out and have fun with my pals. I wanna stay at home. I wanna sleep 9 hours a day. But.. I can't. And yet, I've never let the thought of quitting either CCA sink in my mind for more than a minute. Both give me a kind of satisfaction I never would have experienced before. Though sometimes saying no to either makes me feel guilty. But you have to say no sometimes, I suppose. You can't get the best of both worlds, can you? I'm bidding my time and hoping it'll all work out like I want them to. =) Saturday, August 13, 2005 @ 4:49 PM
the kids of today - what tomorrow? A few days ago, I was walking back home from school along the usual route, crossing the overhead and passing the off-yellow coloured lrt station. Approaching the mama shop, I saw an Indonesian maid talking animatedly to a Bangladesh worker. I had an inkling that it was more than just a talk between friends. A school bus drove past and stopped a few metres away from where I was walking, and the Indonesian maid hurried to it. The Bangladesh worker stayed on the steps where he was sitting. A young boy in uniform alighted, saw his maid, dumped his school bag on the concrete floor and walked off, aloof. The maid picked up the bag after him and glanced backward to the Bangladesh worker. She smiled oddly and gestured for him to follow, and I think he did. I think, because you can't expect me to stop in my tracks and see what happened next, can you? How alarming. When the kids of today expect everything to be done for them, even the simplest thing such as carrying a school bag. When they lack basic manners and courtesy, such as opening their mouths to ask, can you help me to carry my bag? It's heavy. When they treat maids and helpers like dirt, deeming them a class below. And with kids like that, I'm not surprised that employers aren't better off. When the foreign maids encounter shit from the family they are serving and are expected to do shit, I really don't blame them for seeking solace outside of the homes they are serving. Solace from relationships borne out of a common fate and a common situation. We express much disgust when foreign maids are seen conspicuously with foreign construction workers, when they become pregnant, and when they bring their proudly-proclaimed 'boyfriends' into their employers' homes. But has it been considered that these strangers to Singapore long for the overused 4 letter word with the families they are serving? Obviously, they don't get love from the families. They get shit. And when they get shit, can we blame them as they take the initiative, or succumb to a relationship with the other foreigners? I respect Nana, because she has always been able to stand up for herself, despite the standing of maids in society. If ever she felt that she was treated unfairly at home, she would voice it out. Quarrels erupted, because my parents and her refuse to give in to each other, but eventually they ended up being on good terms with each other. Mum cried in the airport that day. Nana once told me that if ever she went into a relationship in Singapore, it wouldn't be for the sake of going into a relationship. It would be because she truly loved the other party. Many times men haved wolf-whistled to get her attention, but she stood tall and humphed them away. Some came up to her even, but she scoffed at their faces. Love, she said, should be borne out of inner attraction. The day before yesterday, I was talking about the issue of maids in Singapore to Nana over the phone. She agreed that some of the aquaintances she made here lacked backbone. I joked to her that she should have formed a 'rebel group' to fight against idiotic employers, and no prizes for guessing, she would be the rebel leader! Sadly, not many maids in Singapore are like Nana. When they are yelled at, ordered about and bossed around at home, they swallow their pride whole and nod at every single remark. Their are full of unexpressed, bottled up regret and displeasure - and these lead to their undesirable actions. Committing suicide, abusive actions, secret relationships and what not. It's a vicious cycle, really. Feng shui lun liu zhuan - what goes around comes around. Families mistreat their maids, their maids go out to seek 'love', and return with undesired burden, which then affect the family. Treat your maid well, please. Wednesday, August 10, 2005 @ 9:10 AM
rest. I need plenty of it! These two days are going to be spent purely at home. PURELY! Ah, the bliss of that. My sister the piggy is still tucked under the covers, snoring away.. Somehow I woke up at 7.30am. Don't ask me how I did that.  Nana's married! *dances the cha cha* She is now officially Mrs Edna Foster (that sounds wayyyyy cool), and if I am right a baby will be coming really soon. baha! Yea, she calls every other day and we usually yak and yak for a long time. She misses the Hokkien mee from bukit batok, the ban mian from the foodcourt downstairs, but other than that, she seems to be having a ball of a time. Did I mention me and my sis are going to be the godmothers of her child?! Whee! I'm so glad for her. :) Tuesday, August 09, 2005 @ 10:05 AM
red, white and a bit of yellow Okay that 'yellow' in the title was kinda random. I thought of chinese people and the word yellow just came to mind. Came back from Macdonald's in the plaza not too long ago - had some pancakes *smack lips* and listened to 'reach out for the skies' for about 6 times through the meal. I'm not complaining! I quite like the song lo. The English version, that is. I don't mean to be cynical, but the her voice is a l'ill high and out of reach in the Chinese version. English version got taufik okay! Sorry for the lag, but Happy National Day!!!! I love Singapore ooohh yesh I doo!! Somehow this year I feel slightly more patriotic than usual - could it be national jc? gahaha. I'm not kidding - the countless references to the nation in our school songs, the school colour (red), everything in the school just screams, 'I am Singaporean!!!!' *my piano exam was, er... Let's just say it wasn't what I expected. Didn't play the way I wanted to play, but then again, it has always been this case in my past exams. bleah.* hmm. Yesterday was CIP day cum nat. day celebrations. We had the elderly as well as children from homes and childcares in the school to interact with us. :) Was the stationmaster (along with karla & roman - fellow councilors) for this game 'pass the parcel' for the elderly, and had to desperately speak broken chinese in an attempt to communicate with the old folks. Thank goodness for fluent hokkien and malay speakers amongst the befrienders! (peeps who are attached to the elderly) There was this uncle who couldn't understand both malay and hokkien, and when I found out he was hainanese, I got excited and went up to him trying to converse in the pathetic few words I know. note to self: speak more with my grandma! Me: Uncle jia le bo? (eat already?) Uncle: nods head Me: Jia Kopi ah? (drink coffee is it?) Uncle: nods head silence Me: Si mi mia? (what's your name?) Uncle: Lor Kai See! Lor Kai See! Me: Orhh! ho, ho! (oh! good, good.) Okay la my dialect sucks pretty bad. Had wanted to ask him another question I know, ' xiang yak le bo?' (bathe already?), but thought it sounded rather wrong in the situation, so I kept my mouth shut. Later I found out that Uncle was 100 years old! Isn't that just amazing. He looked to be the same age as my grandma! (88) I read the papers yesterday, and an article from an elderly sort of struck me. She is in her 80s, her husband passed on 6 years ago. She lives alone in a pretty big apartment, and her children visit her occasionally. She goes to community centres and takes part in the many activities. But she says in the article, that she never fails to weep every night when she is alone in her home. It's the loneliness, she says. That when one is old without a companion, and when there seems to be nothing to look forward in life but death. Death that comes silently, swiftly - heart attack? stroke? the heart just stops? The list goes on. How many of us actually know what is loneliness? Isn't it sad, when you accomplish so much in life and when you are old, you sit by the window in a rocking chair, wondering when you will pass on. Does it all come to this? I was an usherer/motivator in the national day musical last saturday at the University Cultural Centre, and the musical also touched on this - that when you sit down and think about it, your family is really what matters. *I took a picture with Mr Vivian Balakrishnan and Mr Lim Swee Say, by the way!! hurhur. love my family. love rapache. love elitters. love my friends. love Singapore. truely, madly and deeply. Tuesday, August 02, 2005 @ 9:08 PM
I don't like you. Yes you, bowels. I don't like you today. You made me Make trips to the ladies 5 times: During lectures, After tutorials, And you made me suffer the most unbearable pain Of the stomach. Such an irony. Ms Chua mentioned 'bowels' in Lawrence's extract during Lit lecture And you acted up. You suck la. Monday, August 01, 2005 @ 10:30 PM
slippery fingers I had a studio practice today (preparation for the upcoming exam) at OSSIA cck, and my oh my, it wasn't good! Perhaps I was too tired? Let's hope so. I felt as if I spread peanut butter on my fingers. gah! *counts 3 more days to the exam* ooooo!! |