and before we set off. i stumbled upon this little convo history in one of my rare escapades to the msn convo past. and i realised. that was how it began. haha. we've grown much, each and every one of us. and now i present the abridged version of something that conspired about a year back (it's been a year a year!) the people here are fab, kenneth and myself. go figure (:
Session Start: Monday, July 17, 2006
[10:25:07 PM] - [Fяфsт′] : Tell Tim about your revival thing
[10:25:14 PM] [kae-eee-ann: blah
[10:25:15 PM] [kae-eee-ann: ZZZ
[10:25:27 PM] |||LimClaNst: and ya kenneth you could tells me
[10:25:29 PM] [kae-eee-ann: can you send him the convo history
[10:25:34 PM] [kae-eee-ann: zzzzz
[10:25:41 PM] - [Fяфsт′] : Bleh you shouldn't tire of saying it
[10:25:44 PM] - [Fяфsт′] : If you're serious about it
[10:25:51 PM] [kae-eee-ann: NICE MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AGAIN
[10:26:58 PM] [kae-eee-ann: like on sunday morning, i suddenly thought of something. mr charles ng and many other have mentioned like time and again that we're all on earth for a purpose
[10:27:05 PM] |||LimClaNst: mhm
[10:27:25 PM] [kae-eee-ann: and on sunday morning, while i was still at my friend's bdae party, i realised another side to it
[10:27:45 PM] [kae-eee-ann: God placed us where we are like the specific location for eg. in our class, for a specific purpose.
[10:27:53 PM] |||LimClaNst: mhm
[10:27:58 PM] [kae-eee-ann: and whatohwhat is that purpose? which couldnt have been accomplished anyplace else
[10:28:09 PM] [kae-eee-ann: think abt that, and correct me if im wrong
[10:28:25 PM] |||LimClaNst: incidentally i've thought bout that b4 :D
[10:28:46 PM] - [Fяфsт′] : I thought about it last year also
[10:28:54 PM] - [Fяфsт′] : Exact same words as Kenneth
[10:28:20 PM] [kae-eee-ann: anyway. here's the spooky part
[10:28:24 PM] [kae-eee-ann: at night
[10:28:28 PM] [kae-eee-ann: when i went to church
[10:28:43 PM] [kae-eee-ann: God kinda spok.e to me
[10:28:44 PM] |||LimClaNst: AHHHHHH spoooooky
[10:29:02 PM] [kae-eee-ann: and what He told me, or at least what i THINK He told me
[10:29:07 PM] [kae-eee-ann: is scary
[10:29:09 PM] [kae-eee-ann: its what mr ng has always been saying
[10:29:17 PM] |||LimClaNst: scary?
[10:29:21 PM] [kae-eee-ann: but im like "ah whatever someone else is alr doing it"
[10:29:27 PM] [kae-eee-ann: God wants a revival
[10:29:33 PM] [kae-eee-ann: dadumdadum. *drum roll*
[10:29:35 PM] |||LimClaNst: yes and ?
[10:29:37 PM] [kae-eee-ann: and im like WTHH
[10:29:40 PM] [kae-eee-ann: WHY TELL ME
[10:29:43 PM] [kae-eee-ann: what can poor ol kenneth do
[10:29:46 PM] |||LimClaNst: what do you think
[10:29:50 PM] - [Fяфsт′] : Good wake up calls I should think
[10:29:51 PM] [kae-eee-ann: so basically i want to ask for your helps. pray pray and ask whether He really wants us to do this
[10:29:54 PM] [kae-eee-ann: cos apparently thats the yr5's mission too
[10:29:59 PM] [kae-eee-ann: and if you get the same signal
[10:30:00 PM] - [Fяфsт′] : Reminding us we are here for a purpose
[10:30:01 PM] [kae-eee-ann: HELP ME
[10:30:04 PM] |||LimClaNst: I can do all things through Christ who
strengthens me
[10:30:06 PM] [kae-eee-ann: HELPHELPHELP
[10:30:14 PM] |||LimClaNst: no problem kenneth
[10:30:14 PM] [kae-eee-ann: i dont know if the revival is in our individual classes, cos i was pondering abt why he placed us there earlier in the day
[10:30:19 PM] [kae-eee-ann: or whether its in BB, which YEAH we're all on our way (hopefully)
[10:30:19 PM] |||LimClaNst: your concerns are ours
[10:30:22 PM] [kae-eee-ann: or whether its in the whole acs
[10:30:28 PM] [kae-eee-ann: in which case i'll be :-O
...
and it ended like this haha
[10:52:52 PM] [kae-eee-ann: BOBOBOBOB
[10:52:53 PM] |||LimClaNst: bye all
[10:52:56 PM] [kae-eee-ann: the builder
oh well. Lord guide us I pray.
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
hopskotch *skip*
it was a quiet evening when john and i stumbled into the yellow-blue-(and now red) building. on the school building some distance away a bible verse was etched across the top level - "Remember your creator all the days of your youth".
the covered play area (or as i always thought - the cupboard play area...terrible listening i had) was spotless, and the sticky flubber thing from primary three - that had been tossed upward by some mischief - was gone. many things were gone. but this was still a part of me. it was where i took those first formative steps toward schooling life. and here i was again. many years down. the past and present seemed to converge, as i took john down for a walk down memory lane.
the hopskotch boxes were available - whipping out the old wallet (always works), and john whipping out, first cheesy (to which i declined) then a couple of 'miaow' sweets, we began a round of innocent hopping. a real trip back to the old times, when such games - together with police and thief, pepsi cola 1 2 3, kuti-kuti (and more) fascinated our young minds. and they still do, now and then they still do. (:
and there. the school was different now. but yes, there's always a part that doesn't change and that remains forever and ever, and that part is in all our hearts. our minds. and our memories. these things don't fade.
memories. of 1D class fight, innocent barricades made of piles of school bags, artillery in the form of paper balls, confrontation with plastic files, and i got punished. another time, a second punishment, for harassing the girl who sat next to me in P2, for poking her pencil case and stationery. what a naughty boy i was. but it was fun. and memorable.
memories. of friends. teachers. and all who made a difference. and now. one day. maybe one day. our paths will cross again.
we had to climb over the gate later. they locked us out. (: john would fondly recall (:
and there. another bout of nostalgia. like tim always does. again and again. thank God for all the times He has been faithful (:
the covered play area (or as i always thought - the cupboard play area...terrible listening i had) was spotless, and the sticky flubber thing from primary three - that had been tossed upward by some mischief - was gone. many things were gone. but this was still a part of me. it was where i took those first formative steps toward schooling life. and here i was again. many years down. the past and present seemed to converge, as i took john down for a walk down memory lane.
the hopskotch boxes were available - whipping out the old wallet (always works), and john whipping out, first cheesy (to which i declined) then a couple of 'miaow' sweets, we began a round of innocent hopping. a real trip back to the old times, when such games - together with police and thief, pepsi cola 1 2 3, kuti-kuti (and more) fascinated our young minds. and they still do, now and then they still do. (:
and there. the school was different now. but yes, there's always a part that doesn't change and that remains forever and ever, and that part is in all our hearts. our minds. and our memories. these things don't fade.
memories. of 1D class fight, innocent barricades made of piles of school bags, artillery in the form of paper balls, confrontation with plastic files, and i got punished. another time, a second punishment, for harassing the girl who sat next to me in P2, for poking her pencil case and stationery. what a naughty boy i was. but it was fun. and memorable.
memories. of friends. teachers. and all who made a difference. and now. one day. maybe one day. our paths will cross again.
we had to climb over the gate later. they locked us out. (: john would fondly recall (:
and there. another bout of nostalgia. like tim always does. again and again. thank God for all the times He has been faithful (:
Thursday, June 07, 2007
the colours of the wind
can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
certain things i lack the determination to complete. WOW reflections are but such a chore given circumstances, sometimes there's simply too much to say but too little time to share. something's bursting out from within, i simply can't contain the joy, but i guess a great amount of joy doesn't have to mean an endless post of words. LDC and WOW have left me simply speechless. the holidays have been filled with an unspeakable joy - one that is hardly marred by the onset of studies and homework.
somehow, work seems but a distant thought now, as distant as that brightest star every night (yes if you look carefully you'll always find the same one); just want to sing, sing the highest song ever; just want to gaze on and thank God for every moment He has blessed me with. maybe easing up was the right thing to do after all.
sleepless nights in LDC, sincerest prayers and worship, an unforgettable hike with a band of Sec3s who just kept going, and on the last day - that gift of salvation, it came in a pair, from our Lord Jesus Christ.
rum rum tum tum. strum strum the guitar. lunch was just mum mum. yum yum (:
thanks for the chewy (chewy chewy chewy ommmph ba ba) mochi (:
ah why am i over the moon. why. you silly fool. there's exams, there's Chinese A2 homework. there's so much stress, so much to do, so little time, and you're wasting it on an equally wasteful blog post that is going nowhere. you silly rambutan (ah canned fruit), nothing productive done at all. there's everything to be stressed, everything to be worried and sad about.
but somehow. there's still a smile on the face (:, if not the face, then in the heart (:
and i do hope this smile stays strong. and that it's one that's propped up by the gracious hands of God. (look Ma no hands!)
i suppose. usually i would try to blog everything, every moment of the camps and the WOW. but i think, i have given up. really. it's there in the mind, for an eternity, and certain emotions, certain feelings, to post them, would be to dilute them to a point of blandness.
and picture paints a thousand words. more than a thousand this time. a million perhaps. just so many many words that tell so many many stories.
and i'm like a child. sitting at the feet of the old storyteller, reliving every moment of this blessed life.
certain things i lack the determination to complete. WOW reflections are but such a chore given circumstances, sometimes there's simply too much to say but too little time to share. something's bursting out from within, i simply can't contain the joy, but i guess a great amount of joy doesn't have to mean an endless post of words. LDC and WOW have left me simply speechless. the holidays have been filled with an unspeakable joy - one that is hardly marred by the onset of studies and homework.
somehow, work seems but a distant thought now, as distant as that brightest star every night (yes if you look carefully you'll always find the same one); just want to sing, sing the highest song ever; just want to gaze on and thank God for every moment He has blessed me with. maybe easing up was the right thing to do after all.
sleepless nights in LDC, sincerest prayers and worship, an unforgettable hike with a band of Sec3s who just kept going, and on the last day - that gift of salvation, it came in a pair, from our Lord Jesus Christ.
rum rum tum tum. strum strum the guitar. lunch was just mum mum. yum yum (:
thanks for the chewy (chewy chewy chewy ommmph ba ba) mochi (:
ah why am i over the moon. why. you silly fool. there's exams, there's Chinese A2 homework. there's so much stress, so much to do, so little time, and you're wasting it on an equally wasteful blog post that is going nowhere. you silly rambutan (ah canned fruit), nothing productive done at all. there's everything to be stressed, everything to be worried and sad about.
but somehow. there's still a smile on the face (:, if not the face, then in the heart (:
and i do hope this smile stays strong. and that it's one that's propped up by the gracious hands of God. (look Ma no hands!)
i suppose. usually i would try to blog everything, every moment of the camps and the WOW. but i think, i have given up. really. it's there in the mind, for an eternity, and certain emotions, certain feelings, to post them, would be to dilute them to a point of blandness.
and picture paints a thousand words. more than a thousand this time. a million perhaps. just so many many words that tell so many many stories.
and i'm like a child. sitting at the feet of the old storyteller, reliving every moment of this blessed life.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Mua Chee and Wa Chee
it's one of those days again. when you look out of the window. the sky's just perfect, the perfect tinge of blue, and the perfect combination of differently-shaped clouds.
there! there's a strip of sandy coast along the lagoon; and again one that gracefully bends over the skyscraper like a massive brontosaurus; ah yes one that resembles the printed A4 paper that the printer churns out industriously - a full 62 sheets of paper in a day, oh no! one that approximates a - is that for real? - sigma notation sign, oh gosh, the questions about math portfolio are starting to rain down upon me.
and in the distance. one like mua chee (: which is pretty much anything. because mua chee can look like anything. wrapped in peanuty-sugary goodness. exciting (:
mua chee and wah chee. how many memories have come as a result of these two chees?
(meanwhile the printer has stopped. and the math portfolio is out. joy! thanks God (: )
loving mua chee was a past-time from way back when. it was love at first sight - first taste perhaps - softness mixed with crunchy peanuts - and appealing my horribly evil sweet tooth (which applies for most things except chocolate haha). no one expected that wok of oil and sticky mass of white to taste so brilliant (:
Queensway shopping center. one of the few ol' faithfuls that still sell this treat (:. somehow it became a place of my childhood - where my nai(3) ma(1), literally milk mum, took me to sell newspapers and magazines. and i would be a really good boy. i suppose. i was always quite a good boy, and i always got my mua chee as a result. wonderful.
otherwise. mua chee was a rare sight, appearing only in those transient and passing pasar malams, sadly; and i would always wish that those pasar malams would set up and never leave - the familiar glow of the pasar malam at night was something i could never forget.
and three years back, upon arriving at Causeway Point, where the new Fairfield Preaching Point would be established, i recall stumbling upon this little quaint store in Cold Storage, the aunty had a familiar wok positioned in front of her. and it was love at first sight - again, with mua chee, and not the aunty (oh gosh i'm so poetic today). Every week, without fail, i would go down and visit, and gradually i learnt more about this aunty, and we did grow a little close i guess, there was at least some recognition - you know, like the school bao aunty and I (:
and one day. she just disappeared. into nothingness. i remembered the wave of disappointment that swept across my heart - and it wasn't just the loss of mua chee, but the loss of someone i actually knew. and emptiness ensued - like those many many times - empty like the wok that stood before me. no more.
and more recently. mua chee has come back to haunt me. and well well. a blessing and a delight. ah well three mua chees in a week. and the fourth was delivered at least to make someone happy (: - and full i guess - how can one have mua chee for dinner? gosh.
and i believe. many memories are yet to come.
and how about wah chee? this little stall positioned a stone's throw away from home. a place of communion and fellowship, a place where love abound since last December. a place for hope and ministry. and place where friendships were forged (:
In the words of Wesley - wah chee isn't a place - it's a concept. post BB, post school is greeted with a 'wah chee', not a visit to wah chee. and anyone new to BB is often initiated with that maiden trip down to our dear stall. wow. the many memories there.
and the late nights. and nights under the stars. where i lay many times with friends and simply chatted the day ahead - where our testimonies were shared, where we built each other up. I thank God, he's been so great. so great. (and now i shall go spend time with Him)
and there we met. and there perhaps, we shall part some day.
some day. i wish it wouldn't come.
but well.
there! there's a strip of sandy coast along the lagoon; and again one that gracefully bends over the skyscraper like a massive brontosaurus; ah yes one that resembles the printed A4 paper that the printer churns out industriously - a full 62 sheets of paper in a day, oh no! one that approximates a - is that for real? - sigma notation sign, oh gosh, the questions about math portfolio are starting to rain down upon me.
and in the distance. one like mua chee (: which is pretty much anything. because mua chee can look like anything. wrapped in peanuty-sugary goodness. exciting (:
mua chee and wah chee. how many memories have come as a result of these two chees?
(meanwhile the printer has stopped. and the math portfolio is out. joy! thanks God (: )
loving mua chee was a past-time from way back when. it was love at first sight - first taste perhaps - softness mixed with crunchy peanuts - and appealing my horribly evil sweet tooth (which applies for most things except chocolate haha). no one expected that wok of oil and sticky mass of white to taste so brilliant (:
Queensway shopping center. one of the few ol' faithfuls that still sell this treat (:. somehow it became a place of my childhood - where my nai(3) ma(1), literally milk mum, took me to sell newspapers and magazines. and i would be a really good boy. i suppose. i was always quite a good boy, and i always got my mua chee as a result. wonderful.
otherwise. mua chee was a rare sight, appearing only in those transient and passing pasar malams, sadly; and i would always wish that those pasar malams would set up and never leave - the familiar glow of the pasar malam at night was something i could never forget.
and three years back, upon arriving at Causeway Point, where the new Fairfield Preaching Point would be established, i recall stumbling upon this little quaint store in Cold Storage, the aunty had a familiar wok positioned in front of her. and it was love at first sight - again, with mua chee, and not the aunty (oh gosh i'm so poetic today). Every week, without fail, i would go down and visit, and gradually i learnt more about this aunty, and we did grow a little close i guess, there was at least some recognition - you know, like the school bao aunty and I (:
and one day. she just disappeared. into nothingness. i remembered the wave of disappointment that swept across my heart - and it wasn't just the loss of mua chee, but the loss of someone i actually knew. and emptiness ensued - like those many many times - empty like the wok that stood before me. no more.
and more recently. mua chee has come back to haunt me. and well well. a blessing and a delight. ah well three mua chees in a week. and the fourth was delivered at least to make someone happy (: - and full i guess - how can one have mua chee for dinner? gosh.
and i believe. many memories are yet to come.
and how about wah chee? this little stall positioned a stone's throw away from home. a place of communion and fellowship, a place where love abound since last December. a place for hope and ministry. and place where friendships were forged (:
In the words of Wesley - wah chee isn't a place - it's a concept. post BB, post school is greeted with a 'wah chee', not a visit to wah chee. and anyone new to BB is often initiated with that maiden trip down to our dear stall. wow. the many memories there.
and the late nights. and nights under the stars. where i lay many times with friends and simply chatted the day ahead - where our testimonies were shared, where we built each other up. I thank God, he's been so great. so great. (and now i shall go spend time with Him)
and there we met. and there perhaps, we shall part some day.
some day. i wish it wouldn't come.
but well.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Reminiscence
I don't know what just struck me, but it did; some describe nostalgia as the smell of rich coffee; mine was nothing like that i suppose, but it still caught me unprepared, and perked me up, yes, at least it perked me up from the swamp of despair.
reminiscence is:
recalling our innocent childhood
= endless pillowfights i cherish, but there were repercussions; my my my nose used to punish me for those fun times with papa.
= endless pokemon adventures with stuffed toys - got to catch them all!
= baby snails on the staircases through the endless rain
= trying to do a mary poppins with the umbrella when the wind got ferocious on rainy days, yes i would have just flown away to the endless skies
= endless comic strips, endless because i never got down to finishing them, always open-endings, love them, don't you?
= cuddling up with mum every night to sleep in the hall. some nights were endless, darkness overwhelmed sometimes, but God took care of us with his endless arms.
= realising how endless this list is.
and some part of me thinks ahead one and a half years. and realise, that yet another milestone of life is coming to pass. sometimes i just. just. don't want it to all end.
but like sand through our fingers. i grip on tight. just to let those little grains slip through, gradually, till not a grain remains...
reminiscence is:
recalling our innocent childhood
= endless pillowfights i cherish, but there were repercussions; my my my nose used to punish me for those fun times with papa.
= endless pokemon adventures with stuffed toys - got to catch them all!
= baby snails on the staircases through the endless rain
= trying to do a mary poppins with the umbrella when the wind got ferocious on rainy days, yes i would have just flown away to the endless skies
= endless comic strips, endless because i never got down to finishing them, always open-endings, love them, don't you?
= cuddling up with mum every night to sleep in the hall. some nights were endless, darkness overwhelmed sometimes, but God took care of us with his endless arms.
= realising how endless this list is.
and some part of me thinks ahead one and a half years. and realise, that yet another milestone of life is coming to pass. sometimes i just. just. don't want it to all end.
but like sand through our fingers. i grip on tight. just to let those little grains slip through, gradually, till not a grain remains...
Friday, April 27, 2007
The fellowship of Koinonia
Koinonia means fellowship - an anglicisation of a Greek word for partnership - frequently used in the New testament of the bible - ah that dear community of Christians coming together.
here's to all who came and participated in this fellowship (:
God:
yes surely He was there! everything went smoothly, quite without a hitch. thanks for your faithful dear Father, your grace is enough (:
XL:
Lots of stress to begin with. but we pulled through with His divine guidance. haha. keep on going! and keep smiling - you're too sad too often ya? hey. your guitar playing is good ok? i taught u...so it better be haha :P
YangJian:
Delightful voice, must sing more ya? share your gift with all of us haha! Rufus! thanks for being there to organize us and bear with our indecisiveness. thanks for bearing with our cacophony whilst restraining from the mike.
Wes:
Can never forget that rift now. heh. astounding me always. always a step ahead of me in terms of any instrument ): haha. keep sweeping me off my feet then. i never thought electric guitar sound so good (:
Asher:
The heartbeat of the band. kept your rhythm right. kept us on the steady path. and simply caused half-deafness at times. yes. keep mastering the rubik's!
Tess:
Jia you girl! haha. haven't played with a bassist in a long time - and wow - now my church band seems so empty without the low notes haha. ok. next time we'll split the heavy stuff so you get a chance too (: thanks for the piano too (:
Emil:
My fellow pianist. yes you have improved a lot! haha contrary to what most people would like to say. keep having a heart for God!
John:
Violinist extraordinaire! passionate strings that highlighted every song (: here's a pat on the back for you. first time in a worship band? not the last - surely
Daniel:
Maybe we terrorised tess a bit too much. but haha thanks for being there, a helping hand, a helping heart, and a wonderful voice as well (:
Fab(by Wabby):
Thanks for coming down (: and showing me how low my voice register is compared to yours haha. let's keep growing this friendship...and next time, you play piano haha.
Merv:
Hey bro! (in your words). haha solo on the last song. keep singing for Christ. and hope we grow closer as classmates (:
Audrey:
haha. God-blessed testimony! and yes, your harmony is getting better and better. reach the high notes next time ok? haha
Mink:
we used your powerpoint in the end! yay! yes, your skill in powerpoint clicking has been mastered! every stroke, every movement of the finger must be graceful and precise!
Benedict:
a lovely powerpoint clicker is not without her assistant! hey, you can go play the piano next time ok? and i'm no better than you (: haha.
Amanda:
hmmm. sorry i didn't know you were singing. but hey. you did. and it was enjoyable wasn't it? haha, thanks for swinging around madly with the mad group of us at the end (:
Kenneth:
who fondly sent his sms and said that he was there in spirit with us! ok in prayer as well! haha we'll never forget you - mr cult leader!
YuanHao:
hmmm. not sure if i spelled your name correctly. ): but yes. thanks for being our very first FireAC photographer!
Wing:
MR boy! go read your bible k? haha thanks for being a source of happiness every day (:
Jon Pang:
You who rushed down after frisbee just to give your testimony. May God truly honor you (:
Alex:
haha. dropped by at the last moment. but yes. you were there. and thanks for being there i guess (: you're always such a brother to me
Ding/Mich:
thanks for dropping by after all the busy choir/frisbee sessions. haha it was a gesture of love that we will never forget. may God hold us together in unity and love!
here's to all who came and participated in this fellowship (:
God:
yes surely He was there! everything went smoothly, quite without a hitch. thanks for your faithful dear Father, your grace is enough (:
XL:
Lots of stress to begin with. but we pulled through with His divine guidance. haha. keep on going! and keep smiling - you're too sad too often ya? hey. your guitar playing is good ok? i taught u...so it better be haha :P
YangJian:
Delightful voice, must sing more ya? share your gift with all of us haha! Rufus! thanks for being there to organize us and bear with our indecisiveness. thanks for bearing with our cacophony whilst restraining from the mike.
Wes:
Can never forget that rift now. heh. astounding me always. always a step ahead of me in terms of any instrument ): haha. keep sweeping me off my feet then. i never thought electric guitar sound so good (:
Asher:
The heartbeat of the band. kept your rhythm right. kept us on the steady path. and simply caused half-deafness at times. yes. keep mastering the rubik's!
Tess:
Jia you girl! haha. haven't played with a bassist in a long time - and wow - now my church band seems so empty without the low notes haha. ok. next time we'll split the heavy stuff so you get a chance too (: thanks for the piano too (:
Emil:
My fellow pianist. yes you have improved a lot! haha contrary to what most people would like to say. keep having a heart for God!
John:
Violinist extraordinaire! passionate strings that highlighted every song (: here's a pat on the back for you. first time in a worship band? not the last - surely
Daniel:
Maybe we terrorised tess a bit too much. but haha thanks for being there, a helping hand, a helping heart, and a wonderful voice as well (:
Fab(by Wabby):
Thanks for coming down (: and showing me how low my voice register is compared to yours haha. let's keep growing this friendship...and next time, you play piano haha.
Merv:
Hey bro! (in your words). haha solo on the last song. keep singing for Christ. and hope we grow closer as classmates (:
Audrey:
haha. God-blessed testimony! and yes, your harmony is getting better and better. reach the high notes next time ok? haha
Mink:
we used your powerpoint in the end! yay! yes, your skill in powerpoint clicking has been mastered! every stroke, every movement of the finger must be graceful and precise!
Benedict:
a lovely powerpoint clicker is not without her assistant! hey, you can go play the piano next time ok? and i'm no better than you (: haha.
Amanda:
hmmm. sorry i didn't know you were singing. but hey. you did. and it was enjoyable wasn't it? haha, thanks for swinging around madly with the mad group of us at the end (:
Kenneth:
who fondly sent his sms and said that he was there in spirit with us! ok in prayer as well! haha we'll never forget you - mr cult leader!
YuanHao:
hmmm. not sure if i spelled your name correctly. ): but yes. thanks for being our very first FireAC photographer!
Wing:
MR boy! go read your bible k? haha thanks for being a source of happiness every day (:
Jon Pang:
You who rushed down after frisbee just to give your testimony. May God truly honor you (:
Alex:
haha. dropped by at the last moment. but yes. you were there. and thanks for being there i guess (: you're always such a brother to me
Ding/Mich:
thanks for dropping by after all the busy choir/frisbee sessions. haha it was a gesture of love that we will never forget. may God hold us together in unity and love!
(silence) --- (did i forget anyone?)
I guess everything went smoothly in the end
but as always, when the dust did settle
a lonely night followed me home
and an empty Friday to come
learning loneliness -
perhaps that's
God's way
now.
I guess everything went smoothly in the end
but as always, when the dust did settle
a lonely night followed me home
and an empty Friday to come
learning loneliness -
perhaps that's
God's way
now.
i'm sorry, the emotions are too hard to control - again.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Time Flies When You're
Having fun. It's been a long time since I've made a non-philosophical-cum-non-Christian post. And I suppose it's always good to take a break from being serious - lest people start thinking that I have no life except to think. Picking up the habit from Fab - I guess I should blog a little about school life - for the sake of memories, and for the sake of reminding myself of the little blessings God has given me :)
5 weeks of school have simply flashed by. 3 weeks of being in 5.12 have also flashed by. the class is really starting to warm up to one another. But feelings of imminent sadness already start to overwhelm me - time flies - and nothing can mock the steady ticking of the clock. The days fly by, and soon we'll all go our separate ways again. But nonetheless, friendships have been forged, and I'm simply overjoyed.
Cheers to the Bio-Math-Chem gang! Deon, Eve, Maye, Sankaran, WingHing (Sam Lee?), Merv and Chen Min! You guys have been a great source of laughter, of blessing in these first few weeks. May God nourish this relationships and help us all grow closer to one another! Not forgetting the rest of the class - little chance to mix around with you guys - but I'll sieze every opportunity! and of course...there's the upcoming WOW.
BB has also been a blast (awesome alliteration there (:) - even though the stress load has been piling up...perhaps it's the reunion of Year 4s, perhaps it's the new female company (chris, audrey, tess, mk), perhaps it's the whole fired up spirituality of it all. This year has so much more in store!!! Thank God. Thank God.
O's results are coming. A reminder to weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice
But meanwhile - Chinese A2 was probably a choice God made for me - else I wouldn't be in a non-intact class - else the company would have been different. Just think, each of of us is so special, and we're put where we are for a special purpose. wonderful!
and I end off on this rather 'high' note. and leave these 3 puzzling questions (cheers Maye!):
1) What is a dictyosome?
2) What are the factors of 1517? (not 1 or 1517)
3) How does one pronounce 'allele'?
5 weeks of school have simply flashed by. 3 weeks of being in 5.12 have also flashed by. the class is really starting to warm up to one another. But feelings of imminent sadness already start to overwhelm me - time flies - and nothing can mock the steady ticking of the clock. The days fly by, and soon we'll all go our separate ways again. But nonetheless, friendships have been forged, and I'm simply overjoyed.
Cheers to the Bio-Math-Chem gang! Deon, Eve, Maye, Sankaran, WingHing (Sam Lee?), Merv and Chen Min! You guys have been a great source of laughter, of blessing in these first few weeks. May God nourish this relationships and help us all grow closer to one another! Not forgetting the rest of the class - little chance to mix around with you guys - but I'll sieze every opportunity! and of course...there's the upcoming WOW.
BB has also been a blast (awesome alliteration there (:) - even though the stress load has been piling up...perhaps it's the reunion of Year 4s, perhaps it's the new female company (chris, audrey, tess, mk), perhaps it's the whole fired up spirituality of it all. This year has so much more in store!!! Thank God. Thank God.
O's results are coming. A reminder to weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice
But meanwhile - Chinese A2 was probably a choice God made for me - else I wouldn't be in a non-intact class - else the company would have been different. Just think, each of of us is so special, and we're put where we are for a special purpose. wonderful!
and I end off on this rather 'high' note. and leave these 3 puzzling questions (cheers Maye!):
1) What is a dictyosome?
2) What are the factors of 1517? (not 1 or 1517)
3) How does one pronounce 'allele'?
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Best Friends
Two hearts on a rickety bus
Met suddenly - chanced upon
One promise within the ruckus
Innocence on an early dawn
Words cannot express fully
This strangeness which I feel
Best friends forever - was it folly?
Or a gem - of timeless value?
Best friends forever? The little quatrain of a sonnet cannot express how I feel. Innocent promise, but of timeless value?
Oh do you still remember the promises we made? Do you still remember how we treasured up each other - how we held on in good times and in pain?
Best friends - just a label?
Best friends - just a burden?
Best friends - just an illusion?
Best friends - just a obligation?
Oh how I still love you - with all my heart. Please stay close by. Let's fulfill our little promise - never forget each other!!
So let's cherish the old songs we sang
And complete what dear Innocence began.
Met suddenly - chanced upon
One promise within the ruckus
Innocence on an early dawn
Words cannot express fully
This strangeness which I feel
Best friends forever - was it folly?
Or a gem - of timeless value?
Best friends forever? The little quatrain of a sonnet cannot express how I feel. Innocent promise, but of timeless value?
Oh do you still remember the promises we made? Do you still remember how we treasured up each other - how we held on in good times and in pain?
Best friends - just a label?
Best friends - just a burden?
Best friends - just an illusion?
Best friends - just a obligation?
Oh how I still love you - with all my heart. Please stay close by. Let's fulfill our little promise - never forget each other!!
So let's cherish the old songs we sang
And complete what dear Innocence began.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
10 Minutes to 2007
At this perfect juncture, a road down memory lane, and as I count the many blessings of God, I find myself being dragged deeper into the bog of reminiscence. Like the numerous stars in the sky, so God has blessed us all abundantly this year.
The television set drones outside - countdown to the new year 2007 - the new year party - the foam party - 'Are you ready!!!?' - time for quiet reflection, in the midst of such activity.
(10, 9 , 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR! *insert happy music here*)
This was a year of great change. Our last year as GEPs, our last year together as a class - such was how it began, and why we set our hearts on making this a year to remember - and we did - we did.
Who can forget Kluang: feet caked with dry mud, tents that leaked, campsite next to the lake, lakewater for bathing - and most importantly - precious time with friends. Oh how we endured the camp together, tumbled into the water together as the raft capsized, formed the human chains together (bare-bodied and no-holds-barred) and chatted our way into dreamland every night. Oh such memories, what a childhood (or teenage-hood rather) to remember!
And the soccer sessions every day. Sweat that plastered our shirts upon our bodies, and the post-bell rush to make it on time to class (we were always tardy), the many strange and exciting times we had on the field, and the radical shift from basketball court soccer to astro-style soccer. Bonding through soccer - yet another unforgettable change.
For BB, it too was a year of change, the company turned upside down, everything was altered. We were lost, but soon the sense of direction was regained, and we worked toward a more spiritually-centered Boys' Brigade. I for one was radically changed, and I felt tremendous joy watching the BB change before my eyes. The return of many formers officers (and the coming of many new officers) injected new life into the company. It was a painful separation from the old - definitely - but the future was definitely bright.
MCYC camp, the planning saw the formation of an accountability group. And there I was, and it was on a fine day after NYAA logging where everything changed and I revealed my terrible struggle to someone else other than God. Hesistant, but eventually firmly, I dragged the closet sin into the light, and let it melt. It was a decision I never regretted. About that sin, I thank God that He has led me through an entirely year without it! Hallelujah to the Lamb of God, who covers us in his blood and takes upon himself all our iniquities!
Mission trip. Another life changing experience. In a moment, I was hit by the great need around me, not only in Khon Kaen, but in Singapore, at home, and just everywhere. It was a time to renew and soften the heart, a time for compassion, and to discover the true meaning of Christianity - to care for the lost, the widows, the sick. To minister love and to experience great joy in return!
Church camp. That meeting with the mother church - where finally parting was such sweet sorrow. Where I experienced God with great emotion, was touched and saw others being touched, a grand display of God's power and might. Also, our own FPP camp, and all the new X-change program youth. Jemimah also coming this year as a result of TRACing. What a difference, What growth that God has blessed us with. We only hope that every individual will continue to grow in favor with God and men - to become more Christlike!
Girls in school. And next year in class. Exciting prospect to be honest. New experiences to come, look forward to it my friends - but don't overemphasize it :).
Mdm Loo's crisis (as Sean pointed out) was another big point this year. As we prayed over her in Chinese (that was sure difficult), God ministered peace to our hearts. I'm sure that because of this crisis, Mdm Loo will slowly grow to know God one day, and come to the knowledge of His saving grace. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound!
And in and around the world many things have changed as well. Saddam hanged (latest news). Democrats increasing in power. World Cup 2006. North Korea's nuclear crisis (perhaps not so new), Middle East crisis. So much change - and everything is moving so rapidly. Yet in such a rapidly moving world, God reminds us to Be still and know Him.
And that would conclude this post. That in this new year we choose to learn to know Him. To be still and know that He is God, and that he will be exalted throughout the universe. To learn the fear of the Lord, reverently commiting ourselves to his holiness, knowing that we are nothing and he is everything. And trusting him to hear our prayers and heal our land.
2007 has come. Please Lord, follow us into it!
The television set drones outside - countdown to the new year 2007 - the new year party - the foam party - 'Are you ready!!!?' - time for quiet reflection, in the midst of such activity.
(10, 9 , 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR! *insert happy music here*)
This was a year of great change. Our last year as GEPs, our last year together as a class - such was how it began, and why we set our hearts on making this a year to remember - and we did - we did.
Who can forget Kluang: feet caked with dry mud, tents that leaked, campsite next to the lake, lakewater for bathing - and most importantly - precious time with friends. Oh how we endured the camp together, tumbled into the water together as the raft capsized, formed the human chains together (bare-bodied and no-holds-barred) and chatted our way into dreamland every night. Oh such memories, what a childhood (or teenage-hood rather) to remember!
And the soccer sessions every day. Sweat that plastered our shirts upon our bodies, and the post-bell rush to make it on time to class (we were always tardy), the many strange and exciting times we had on the field, and the radical shift from basketball court soccer to astro-style soccer. Bonding through soccer - yet another unforgettable change.
For BB, it too was a year of change, the company turned upside down, everything was altered. We were lost, but soon the sense of direction was regained, and we worked toward a more spiritually-centered Boys' Brigade. I for one was radically changed, and I felt tremendous joy watching the BB change before my eyes. The return of many formers officers (and the coming of many new officers) injected new life into the company. It was a painful separation from the old - definitely - but the future was definitely bright.
MCYC camp, the planning saw the formation of an accountability group. And there I was, and it was on a fine day after NYAA logging where everything changed and I revealed my terrible struggle to someone else other than God. Hesistant, but eventually firmly, I dragged the closet sin into the light, and let it melt. It was a decision I never regretted. About that sin, I thank God that He has led me through an entirely year without it! Hallelujah to the Lamb of God, who covers us in his blood and takes upon himself all our iniquities!
Mission trip. Another life changing experience. In a moment, I was hit by the great need around me, not only in Khon Kaen, but in Singapore, at home, and just everywhere. It was a time to renew and soften the heart, a time for compassion, and to discover the true meaning of Christianity - to care for the lost, the widows, the sick. To minister love and to experience great joy in return!
Church camp. That meeting with the mother church - where finally parting was such sweet sorrow. Where I experienced God with great emotion, was touched and saw others being touched, a grand display of God's power and might. Also, our own FPP camp, and all the new X-change program youth. Jemimah also coming this year as a result of TRACing. What a difference, What growth that God has blessed us with. We only hope that every individual will continue to grow in favor with God and men - to become more Christlike!
Girls in school. And next year in class. Exciting prospect to be honest. New experiences to come, look forward to it my friends - but don't overemphasize it :).
Mdm Loo's crisis (as Sean pointed out) was another big point this year. As we prayed over her in Chinese (that was sure difficult), God ministered peace to our hearts. I'm sure that because of this crisis, Mdm Loo will slowly grow to know God one day, and come to the knowledge of His saving grace. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound!
And in and around the world many things have changed as well. Saddam hanged (latest news). Democrats increasing in power. World Cup 2006. North Korea's nuclear crisis (perhaps not so new), Middle East crisis. So much change - and everything is moving so rapidly. Yet in such a rapidly moving world, God reminds us to Be still and know Him.
And that would conclude this post. That in this new year we choose to learn to know Him. To be still and know that He is God, and that he will be exalted throughout the universe. To learn the fear of the Lord, reverently commiting ourselves to his holiness, knowing that we are nothing and he is everything. And trusting him to hear our prayers and heal our land.
2007 has come. Please Lord, follow us into it!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Forgotten Holidays
And a few years back, the holidays would kick off with some sleepover, as I remember it, at Ken Wei's place. Nights filled with ineffable laughter and joy, chatting, rolling people up in mattresses (the 'sushi treatment' as we called it), the occasional gaming, indulging in comics, late nights, and just unforgettable company. Folks like Darren, Sean, my brother, the hippo Fippo, would join in, and we'd have a blast.
It's something that I would recall with a certain sense of fondness, yet loss. So near but yet so far perhaps. Missing that carefree spirit, that no-holds-barred play hard attitude. Missing the holidays that weren't packed with so many commitments. Useless living, but it brought laughter and refreshment to the parched soul. And yet I recall Kenny's (or rather the Friar's) advice that 'the sweetest honey is loathesome in its own deliciousness', perhaps that is true too, but I seem to still prefer an overdose of honey to none at all.
Years back there would be that sense of anticipation to some mega trip overseas with family, with my beloved cousins, to Perth, Brisbane, Melbourne (we loved Australia) or California. Something similar. But this year, it's to Thailand for mission trip, and in a fated clash of events, my dad announed that he would only be free for the period where I will be in Thailand. Not that it's a painful thing to be serving God, it's just that it would be a different sort of anticipation. Or perhaps I'm still confused in all this inebriated nostalgia.
Years back I would recount such events with a great use of intermittent elipses, but I guess I've knocked off that habit, much to the relieve of many of my friends, and the blog has become more user-friendly (or rather, reader-friendly) as a result. But somehow, the raw beauty such unrefined typing is something that I sorely miss as well.
As I packed my room this year (a rather trendy thing to be doing now), I found many items from the past, letters from people I miss dearly (sigh. church camp), encouraging birthday messages, letters of thanks ranging from 'Thanks for playing the piano in church!' to 'Thanks for being our page-boy!'. Letters that will fade away with time. There's something about nostalgia that hurts, yet it hurts us in such a striking way that we will only long for more. Strange but true. I suppose this is the 'bog of reminiscence'.
And so this year's holiday, a world of difference. Hopes of reuniting with classmates the next year dashed, replaced by the (fearful?) anticipation of the new IB year. No sleepovers, lest there be some miraculous connection (or rather, reconnection). No holidays (but perhaps I should shift my perspective - this mission trip could be seen as a holiday of resting in our Father). No useless days of doing nothing, more work, more NYAA, more tutoring of Mdm Loo's daughter, more commitments.
In the face of everything, well, I do feel a little upset. But i guess, it's a different sort of holiday, a holiday with a difference, perhaps a meaningful holiday would bring more joy than a useless one, as long as the Lord blesses it. And that is my prayer, that somehow peace, joy, and even rest, may come out of this otherwise hectic holiday. And I pray that for everyone else as well. :)
It's something that I would recall with a certain sense of fondness, yet loss. So near but yet so far perhaps. Missing that carefree spirit, that no-holds-barred play hard attitude. Missing the holidays that weren't packed with so many commitments. Useless living, but it brought laughter and refreshment to the parched soul. And yet I recall Kenny's (or rather the Friar's) advice that 'the sweetest honey is loathesome in its own deliciousness', perhaps that is true too, but I seem to still prefer an overdose of honey to none at all.
Years back there would be that sense of anticipation to some mega trip overseas with family, with my beloved cousins, to Perth, Brisbane, Melbourne (we loved Australia) or California. Something similar. But this year, it's to Thailand for mission trip, and in a fated clash of events, my dad announed that he would only be free for the period where I will be in Thailand. Not that it's a painful thing to be serving God, it's just that it would be a different sort of anticipation. Or perhaps I'm still confused in all this inebriated nostalgia.
Years back I would recount such events with a great use of intermittent elipses, but I guess I've knocked off that habit, much to the relieve of many of my friends, and the blog has become more user-friendly (or rather, reader-friendly) as a result. But somehow, the raw beauty such unrefined typing is something that I sorely miss as well.
As I packed my room this year (a rather trendy thing to be doing now), I found many items from the past, letters from people I miss dearly (sigh. church camp), encouraging birthday messages, letters of thanks ranging from 'Thanks for playing the piano in church!' to 'Thanks for being our page-boy!'. Letters that will fade away with time. There's something about nostalgia that hurts, yet it hurts us in such a striking way that we will only long for more. Strange but true. I suppose this is the 'bog of reminiscence'.
And so this year's holiday, a world of difference. Hopes of reuniting with classmates the next year dashed, replaced by the (fearful?) anticipation of the new IB year. No sleepovers, lest there be some miraculous connection (or rather, reconnection). No holidays (but perhaps I should shift my perspective - this mission trip could be seen as a holiday of resting in our Father). No useless days of doing nothing, more work, more NYAA, more tutoring of Mdm Loo's daughter, more commitments.
In the face of everything, well, I do feel a little upset. But i guess, it's a different sort of holiday, a holiday with a difference, perhaps a meaningful holiday would bring more joy than a useless one, as long as the Lord blesses it. And that is my prayer, that somehow peace, joy, and even rest, may come out of this otherwise hectic holiday. And I pray that for everyone else as well. :)
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Happy Bdae!
hey thanks sean for the ball :D
I actually felt loved today...not that I don't feel loved any other day, but today, I felt extremely loved. I was never a believer in gifts, not a gifty person, never did give anyone anything for their birthdays...sure...maybe a little lazy, a little selfish (but i did give cards!)...but so many people bothered to go out of their way to get me gifts today. And Ding was so sweet to remember it as well :D Thanks all....but remember it's not the gift that matters, what matters is that we give our all and our best for one another in terms of commitment and friendship :D And let God into this friendship as well...supporting each other in our spiritual walks
Was actually quite touched by today's teacher's day celebration...thank you prefectorial board...thank you student council..must have been one of the times that i wasn't being a wet blanket about the student council's stuff. Haha...so much talk about them being on...i'm already going to become an 'on' person. As daryl once commented. My enthusiasm is quite annoying.
Oh well. Happy teacher's day. And a tribute to 2006 teachers below:
Mr Alvin Tan (Class Teacher): Never come to school on teacher's day, went to see John's doctor perhaps. Laughs at and loves Eric alot :D
Mrs Sandra Sim (PCT that never taught me :P): Always concerned for the trees at MacRitchie, and I'm sorry I haven't got it done yet!!! According to Fab, always doing something useful and thus v.hard to find on teacher's day.
Mdm Loo Shiek Kien (Motherly Chinese Teacher): Went through several hair makeovers, fought with sickness, and still managed to come back for her students. Most inspiring.
Ms Shue Carolyn Chieng (C Math..C Math): First perceived as the 'crying' math teacher. Unforgettable yellow bag which i had to carry on several occasions. Another hair makeover. And sick two days before teacher's day. Thanks for the free periods. :) Always looking out for Kenny's tie.
Mrs Carol Low (ChemWhiz): Made us laugh by telling jokes that weren't funny, yet we laughed simply because of her attempt to make us laugh. Loved the video on polymers. Interesting accent when teaching. And thanks for the BB photo :D
Mr Jason Chan (very much ignored Physics Teacher): Always neglected. Free period. Loves balancing chairs, playing with little electronic things. Never hesistates to sacrifice his break time or other classes' lesson time to teach us :D
Mr See Boon Thiam (Bio): shoulder dislocates most easily. Makes a great story teller. Loves to entertain with details on parasites like pinworms and flukes. Was my first contact with the express IP world.
Mrs Gina Ong (Half AMath teacher): The only one who did math journal reflections. 200 slides powerpoint presentations. The extendable rod thing. Always loved to wear black and more black. So scary-looking yet so caring and loving on the inside :D. And i was your rep....haha
Mr Daniel Yew (the other half): The mountaineer, never too far away from his markers, safely stashed away in a little waist pouch. Small framed and talks a bit funny..but in a good way. knows/knew how to solve the rubric's cube. Thinks we went swimming when we come back from soccer.
Mrs Elaine Lee (IHS...errr): Gave up her pension for us. Caring. Good humor. Act blur. Mistook PM Lee for Lee Kuan Yew. Loves her notebook (the labtop thing). Was the funniest on the Teacher's day video :D. Interviewed me for IB entry...knowwonder i got in :)
Mrs Mervyln Goh (LArts..): Quirky feminist. Short sparks of genius. Promptly forgets everything after that. Loves Kopi-O, needs a daily dose and conveniently gets students to buy for her...haha. Romeo and Juliet.
Mrs Maria Nathan (Missing in Action LArts B): Not most liked...but did have those fun moments. Delivered a child this year. Apparently the child liked it when i sang the Walrus and Carpenter...yes the weird one...:)
Mr Rasdeen (PE): Undoubtedbly the most 'on' PE teacher ever. Paid attention to the stretches. Loved the circuit training. Likes to ole people in soccer. Punishes people for not knowing his name on the second PE lesson. Thanks for the soccer :D
Mr Azmi (former sensei): occasional meetings. Quirky fellow. Hates self-deprecation...gets pushups for it. Always smiling. Hates tardiness. Do not anger or suffer horrible consequences. Would love to see me put on weight, and it overfeeding me all the time :D
haha that's all. Gots to get back to work now :D
I actually felt loved today...not that I don't feel loved any other day, but today, I felt extremely loved. I was never a believer in gifts, not a gifty person, never did give anyone anything for their birthdays...sure...maybe a little lazy, a little selfish (but i did give cards!)...but so many people bothered to go out of their way to get me gifts today. And Ding was so sweet to remember it as well :D Thanks all....but remember it's not the gift that matters, what matters is that we give our all and our best for one another in terms of commitment and friendship :D And let God into this friendship as well...supporting each other in our spiritual walks
Was actually quite touched by today's teacher's day celebration...thank you prefectorial board...thank you student council..must have been one of the times that i wasn't being a wet blanket about the student council's stuff. Haha...so much talk about them being on...i'm already going to become an 'on' person. As daryl once commented. My enthusiasm is quite annoying.
Oh well. Happy teacher's day. And a tribute to 2006 teachers below:
Mr Alvin Tan (Class Teacher): Never come to school on teacher's day, went to see John's doctor perhaps. Laughs at and loves Eric alot :D
Mrs Sandra Sim (PCT that never taught me :P): Always concerned for the trees at MacRitchie, and I'm sorry I haven't got it done yet!!! According to Fab, always doing something useful and thus v.hard to find on teacher's day.
Mdm Loo Shiek Kien (Motherly Chinese Teacher): Went through several hair makeovers, fought with sickness, and still managed to come back for her students. Most inspiring.
Ms Shue Carolyn Chieng (C Math..C Math): First perceived as the 'crying' math teacher. Unforgettable yellow bag which i had to carry on several occasions. Another hair makeover. And sick two days before teacher's day. Thanks for the free periods. :) Always looking out for Kenny's tie.
Mrs Carol Low (ChemWhiz): Made us laugh by telling jokes that weren't funny, yet we laughed simply because of her attempt to make us laugh. Loved the video on polymers. Interesting accent when teaching. And thanks for the BB photo :D
Mr Jason Chan (very much ignored Physics Teacher): Always neglected. Free period. Loves balancing chairs, playing with little electronic things. Never hesistates to sacrifice his break time or other classes' lesson time to teach us :D
Mr See Boon Thiam (Bio): shoulder dislocates most easily. Makes a great story teller. Loves to entertain with details on parasites like pinworms and flukes. Was my first contact with the express IP world.
Mrs Gina Ong (Half AMath teacher): The only one who did math journal reflections. 200 slides powerpoint presentations. The extendable rod thing. Always loved to wear black and more black. So scary-looking yet so caring and loving on the inside :D. And i was your rep....haha
Mr Daniel Yew (the other half): The mountaineer, never too far away from his markers, safely stashed away in a little waist pouch. Small framed and talks a bit funny..but in a good way. knows/knew how to solve the rubric's cube. Thinks we went swimming when we come back from soccer.
Mrs Elaine Lee (IHS...errr): Gave up her pension for us. Caring. Good humor. Act blur. Mistook PM Lee for Lee Kuan Yew. Loves her notebook (the labtop thing). Was the funniest on the Teacher's day video :D. Interviewed me for IB entry...knowwonder i got in :)
Mrs Mervyln Goh (LArts..): Quirky feminist. Short sparks of genius. Promptly forgets everything after that. Loves Kopi-O, needs a daily dose and conveniently gets students to buy for her...haha. Romeo and Juliet.
Mrs Maria Nathan (Missing in Action LArts B): Not most liked...but did have those fun moments. Delivered a child this year. Apparently the child liked it when i sang the Walrus and Carpenter...yes the weird one...:)
Mr Rasdeen (PE): Undoubtedbly the most 'on' PE teacher ever. Paid attention to the stretches. Loved the circuit training. Likes to ole people in soccer. Punishes people for not knowing his name on the second PE lesson. Thanks for the soccer :D
Mr Azmi (former sensei): occasional meetings. Quirky fellow. Hates self-deprecation...gets pushups for it. Always smiling. Hates tardiness. Do not anger or suffer horrible consequences. Would love to see me put on weight, and it overfeeding me all the time :D
haha that's all. Gots to get back to work now :D
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Being Away
Being away. Sigh.
From Mother Church. The strangest feeling whenever I return. Mixed emotions: both those of familiarity and those of alienation. Familiar faces, five years down the road, changed but still recognizable. Old friends, separated by circumstances. People whom I would like to know. But it's impossible, it just can't happen. Whatever friendships, fleeting and short-lived. It would be pointless to take the first step when one knows that the second will not come.
Such a feeling I had during church camp, meeting new people was enjoyable, socializing for the first time in a long while was meaningful, but it was but four days. Four short days. And whatever friendships were merely the momentary bright sparks produced by two people crossing paths, and not burning embers that last. All i was left with was an even greater sense of loss and emptiness. Not having something is bad enough. But being away from something after knowing the joy of having it, is more excruciating.
But i guess God has humbled me throughout the years, and kept me focused on Him rather than on the other things in church. In the tiny community at Preaching Point, He has blessed me with an environment free from the temptation of excessive socialization or even that of BGRs and unnecessary distraction. You could see this as a bad thing, but I'd see it as a blessing.
Still I must say that I wish I were back somewhere with a larger pool of people to interact with. But till then, I'd just have to endure and learn how to enjoy (even) the feeling of Being Away.
On another note. Being Away will cause friendships to suffer. Being away too long will cause them to disappear. Being Away from Ding has helped us to appreciate this frienship more. And it is tough maintaining communication even in this age of technology. You see, the problem is never with technology, but with our heart, and how much we treasure the frienship. When there is a will, there is a way. And love can transcend even the Pacific :D
haiz. Being away. Being away. We all have to face it one day...
From Mother Church. The strangest feeling whenever I return. Mixed emotions: both those of familiarity and those of alienation. Familiar faces, five years down the road, changed but still recognizable. Old friends, separated by circumstances. People whom I would like to know. But it's impossible, it just can't happen. Whatever friendships, fleeting and short-lived. It would be pointless to take the first step when one knows that the second will not come.
Such a feeling I had during church camp, meeting new people was enjoyable, socializing for the first time in a long while was meaningful, but it was but four days. Four short days. And whatever friendships were merely the momentary bright sparks produced by two people crossing paths, and not burning embers that last. All i was left with was an even greater sense of loss and emptiness. Not having something is bad enough. But being away from something after knowing the joy of having it, is more excruciating.
But i guess God has humbled me throughout the years, and kept me focused on Him rather than on the other things in church. In the tiny community at Preaching Point, He has blessed me with an environment free from the temptation of excessive socialization or even that of BGRs and unnecessary distraction. You could see this as a bad thing, but I'd see it as a blessing.
Still I must say that I wish I were back somewhere with a larger pool of people to interact with. But till then, I'd just have to endure and learn how to enjoy (even) the feeling of Being Away.
On another note. Being Away will cause friendships to suffer. Being away too long will cause them to disappear. Being Away from Ding has helped us to appreciate this frienship more. And it is tough maintaining communication even in this age of technology. You see, the problem is never with technology, but with our heart, and how much we treasure the frienship. When there is a will, there is a way. And love can transcend even the Pacific :D
haiz. Being away. Being away. We all have to face it one day...
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