We all want to be superheroes in our own ways. We want to save the world, to make it a better place. We want to uphold justice; to do what's right. We want so much; we have noble aspirations.
But so often we fall short.
Superman
by Five for Fighting
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
'Bout a home I'll never see
It might sound absurd
But don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed
But won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
Up, up and away, away from me
Well, it's alright
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a phony red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me, inside of me
Inside of me, yeah inside of me, inside of me
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me, inside of me
Inside of me, yeah inside of me, inside of me
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Philosophies
For as much as we postulate and speculate, there is a time to wonder what are our guiding principles in life. What governs and drives our every deed, action or inaction, thoughts and all that's beyond that?
More importantly, I'm questioning what drives me. What are my philosophies in life? What do I live by? What are my boundaries and guidelines?
I once thought I had those set in place. Now, I'm not so sure.
And perhaps you're the greatest irony of all. Someone's bombarding me with philosophies now and all of them seem so true. And it scares me really. I find that life's worth living more when you live it and not think about issues. You would generally be happier, and ignorance is bliss, as they say.
Yet I constantly feel that insecurity, like I need to take a step back, and think, question, reflect on whether I'm doing the right thing and the best thing.
Right now, I'm only but a shadow of you.
More importantly, I'm questioning what drives me. What are my philosophies in life? What do I live by? What are my boundaries and guidelines?
I once thought I had those set in place. Now, I'm not so sure.
And perhaps you're the greatest irony of all. Someone's bombarding me with philosophies now and all of them seem so true. And it scares me really. I find that life's worth living more when you live it and not think about issues. You would generally be happier, and ignorance is bliss, as they say.
Yet I constantly feel that insecurity, like I need to take a step back, and think, question, reflect on whether I'm doing the right thing and the best thing.
Right now, I'm only but a shadow of you.
Side Humour
After two "emo" posts (as some would call it), here's a happier one.
I told myself I'd recount the moments in the day that made me smile or made me happy.
I guess what made my day today was, ironically, Sarah.
Over lunch and the double Chinese period, I must admit the extended conversations we had were very much enjoyable. Somehow her lightheartedness just takes my mind off certain other things.
I do quote from when we were in 7-eleven:
"Isaac! I know who you love!"
"Err?! Right. Sure. That'd be me. I love myself."
"Nope. It's me!"
I don't suppose many saw the humour in that, but oh well. It has to be contextualised. And Sar drew all over my foolscape paper during Chinese. And we were playing this really stupid game - some word association.
Right. Left. Centre. Middle. Up. Down. Stairs. Lifts. Buildings. HDB. URA. Land. Sea. Air. Air Force. Planes. Missiles. Cuban Missile Crisis. Cold War. Soviet Union. Communism. Mao. Stalin. Lenin. Trotsky. Chomsky. (and the list goes on...)
I told myself I'd recount the moments in the day that made me smile or made me happy.
I guess what made my day today was, ironically, Sarah.
Over lunch and the double Chinese period, I must admit the extended conversations we had were very much enjoyable. Somehow her lightheartedness just takes my mind off certain other things.
I do quote from when we were in 7-eleven:
"Isaac! I know who you love!"
"Err?! Right. Sure. That'd be me. I love myself."
"Nope. It's me!"
I don't suppose many saw the humour in that, but oh well. It has to be contextualised. And Sar drew all over my foolscape paper during Chinese. And we were playing this really stupid game - some word association.
Right. Left. Centre. Middle. Up. Down. Stairs. Lifts. Buildings. HDB. URA. Land. Sea. Air. Air Force. Planes. Missiles. Cuban Missile Crisis. Cold War. Soviet Union. Communism. Mao. Stalin. Lenin. Trotsky. Chomsky. (and the list goes on...)
To Love
Wisdom has it that it takes courage to love. Most of us probably can't begin to fathom what that really means till a significant loss has occurred.
What these annals of wisdom fail to add is that it is fearful to love.
To truly love someone, even if it were just a friend whom you hope could be closer and see more of, is truly one of the most terrifying experiences in the world.
True valour comes in truly loving someone.
Because love changes expectations but often expectations fail...
What these annals of wisdom fail to add is that it is fearful to love.
To truly love someone, even if it were just a friend whom you hope could be closer and see more of, is truly one of the most terrifying experiences in the world.
True valour comes in truly loving someone.
Because love changes expectations but often expectations fail...
The Little Things We Call Expectations
Once again I'm left wondering whether humanity operates and communicates at the same wavelength.
Once again I feel let down by expectations.
Once again I feel I didn't know what to expect; what other people expect.
Maybe I was wrong. But you won't let me know.
Maybe I was wrong. I believed in second chances (maybe more).
Maybe I was wrong. I believed such things transcended time and space.
And one does ponder whether after all that's gone awry, human relationships do have second chances. By all human standards, forgiveness is the hardest virtue to practice.
Once again I feel let down by expectations.
Once again I feel I didn't know what to expect; what other people expect.
Maybe I was wrong. But you won't let me know.
Maybe I was wrong. I believed in second chances (maybe more).
Maybe I was wrong. I believed such things transcended time and space.
And one does ponder whether after all that's gone awry, human relationships do have second chances. By all human standards, forgiveness is the hardest virtue to practice.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Technology Fails
My post just got deleted.
Here's the crux of it. We got second for interhouse 7-a-side soccer and I'm left with a recurring ankle problem.
I think I'm starting to learn to live.
Here's the crux of it. We got second for interhouse 7-a-side soccer and I'm left with a recurring ankle problem.
I think I'm starting to learn to live.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Defence-less
And at times like these I feel so lost; so opened up, like all the walls and fortresses I've constructed just vanished, as if they never existed in the first place.
I just feel so much smaller, so lost when everything's torn down and we meet.
And you sweep me off my feet, and engage me in other worlds I never knew existed. You take me to different places, and show me the universe through your eyes.
I am amazed.
You've shown me that everything else is but naught, and nothing truly matters. All conditions matter not, but it's the meeting of two souls.
Maybe it's something spiritual, or something deeper. But I am left enraptured by each of such encounters. I want to know more, I want to see, to know your world.
Yet I'm scared. I'm scared of knowing, of what you might say or think.
And I know I've never been this scared. I've never felt like this.
Now the roles are reversed. You are the teacher; I am the student. You show me what I need to know. You tear down all forms of security, and everything's exposed - faults, misdeeds, and all. No one else goes that far, knows so much.
Before you, imperfection never felt this perfect.
I just feel so much smaller, so lost when everything's torn down and we meet.
And you sweep me off my feet, and engage me in other worlds I never knew existed. You take me to different places, and show me the universe through your eyes.
I am amazed.
You've shown me that everything else is but naught, and nothing truly matters. All conditions matter not, but it's the meeting of two souls.
Maybe it's something spiritual, or something deeper. But I am left enraptured by each of such encounters. I want to know more, I want to see, to know your world.
Yet I'm scared. I'm scared of knowing, of what you might say or think.
And I know I've never been this scared. I've never felt like this.
Now the roles are reversed. You are the teacher; I am the student. You show me what I need to know. You tear down all forms of security, and everything's exposed - faults, misdeeds, and all. No one else goes that far, knows so much.
Before you, imperfection never felt this perfect.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Running Off Course
Hmmm. Ran 4km today within two periods of PE. I guess it was a good workout. Ran 2.4km with Sean first, he clocked 10.45mins, I waited half a lap for him, so I don't know my timing. Then our wonderful PE period came along and we did 1.7km plus workout. I think I'm going to wake up sore tomorrow. And there's my shopping trip. Great.
Skipped a couple of lessons today to head down to Singapore Polytechnic for the MOE Literature Symposium. It was scheduled to be from 1.30pm to 6pm. So Bernice and I left school at 12pm to take a train down to Dover. We arrived at 1.20pm, only to find out that 1.30pm was when registration opened, and the events started only at 2.30pm! Since when did programmes include registration times?! Usually it's like, event starts at 1.30pm, please register before that. Oh well. So basically we went around Singapore Poly hunting down the library (for the air-conditioning) and we found it after search for 20 minutes.
Apparently the library has no books meant for leisure reading, but more of books on research. There was this whole section dedicated to biological hazards and radioactive waste products. They also have this really large CD/VCD/DVD collection! And JCs don't have such cool libraries. What has the MOE been doing all this time?!
So eventually we made our way back, and realised there was a book exhibition. Since it was a symposium on Singaporean Literature, you can guess what topics the books were about. Apparently they were taken out of Jurong Library and brought there. So Bernice and I ended up borrowing some books - she grabbed every single book on Singaporean poetry, while I merely borrowed an annotated copy of The Prophet by Gibran. Read it before, but the annotated copy caught my interest. That reminds me, I want to borrow a book from her when she's done reading it. I found it, but she got really high after seeing it as she found it once before in the reference section of the NLB and couldn't borrow it then. So eventually she got the book from me.
And if you're wondering how we managed to borrow 9 books, Bernice has 3 library cards. Yeah, let's all stare and give her weird looks. Oh, and did I mention some MOE photographer took pictures of her ecstatic reaction when she saw the book? So if you see my picture one day with this hyper girl jumping around holding a book, that's what happened.
Eventually the Symposium kicked off with some schools performing a Poetry Slam. St Nicks won, deservedly I feel. The RI one was really angsty. Then there was a speech by a minister, followed by Edwin Thumboo's speech on Singapore: Poetry, Continuity and Change. It was quite good, and spoke of the rising arts scene and literature of a nation, that shaped its culture and how various forms of expression were rising up in Singapore.
After the break, some teachers performed an excerpt of Haresh Sharma's Off Centre. Then finally, the much awaited panel discussion on The Writings of Singapore: Appeal and Accessibility. Panelists included Sharma himself, Alfian Sa'at, Madeleine Lee and Amy Luisita. However, I felt that was quite disappointing. Instead of focusing on the emergence of Singaporean literature, it became a discussion of new local texts involved in the future O Level Literature syllabus. That's what happens in an MOE symposium, where you're surrounded by 400 over teachers and the only other students there were a bunch of KC girls and two from HCI.
And, the best part of the symposium: Robert Yeo was sitting at the row in front of me! Goodness, it was so perfect! I wanted to ask him about his play and all, but he magically vanished after it ended. Robert Yeo, during the Q&A, questioned the rationale behind keeping texts like To Kill A Mockingbird in the O Levels syllabus, as they had been around for ages. He called it arcane and commented that the MOE surely had read more books exploring racial themes post 1950, after TKAM was written. Some lady responded to that by saying that the teachers did not have enough time to change every text. The majority of texts were changed every few years, with some remaining behind. She claimed that this would help new teachers as they would not have to come up with their own teaching materials and could rely on their colleagues for help. I honestly found that to be the rhetoric used to justify (the lack of) a course of action - the lack of time.
And we had free goodie bags from the symposium. A notebook, pencil, sharpener, and amongst the items - a bag of Suzuki Coffee Powder?! Hmmm... MOE does indeed have strange connections. I bet the teachers need loads of coffee, so they struck some deal with the coffee company or something.
And I left my Gibran book with Bernice. Arrgh.
Shopping tomorrow. How fun...
Skipped a couple of lessons today to head down to Singapore Polytechnic for the MOE Literature Symposium. It was scheduled to be from 1.30pm to 6pm. So Bernice and I left school at 12pm to take a train down to Dover. We arrived at 1.20pm, only to find out that 1.30pm was when registration opened, and the events started only at 2.30pm! Since when did programmes include registration times?! Usually it's like, event starts at 1.30pm, please register before that. Oh well. So basically we went around Singapore Poly hunting down the library (for the air-conditioning) and we found it after search for 20 minutes.
Apparently the library has no books meant for leisure reading, but more of books on research. There was this whole section dedicated to biological hazards and radioactive waste products. They also have this really large CD/VCD/DVD collection! And JCs don't have such cool libraries. What has the MOE been doing all this time?!
So eventually we made our way back, and realised there was a book exhibition. Since it was a symposium on Singaporean Literature, you can guess what topics the books were about. Apparently they were taken out of Jurong Library and brought there. So Bernice and I ended up borrowing some books - she grabbed every single book on Singaporean poetry, while I merely borrowed an annotated copy of The Prophet by Gibran. Read it before, but the annotated copy caught my interest. That reminds me, I want to borrow a book from her when she's done reading it. I found it, but she got really high after seeing it as she found it once before in the reference section of the NLB and couldn't borrow it then. So eventually she got the book from me.
And if you're wondering how we managed to borrow 9 books, Bernice has 3 library cards. Yeah, let's all stare and give her weird looks. Oh, and did I mention some MOE photographer took pictures of her ecstatic reaction when she saw the book? So if you see my picture one day with this hyper girl jumping around holding a book, that's what happened.
Eventually the Symposium kicked off with some schools performing a Poetry Slam. St Nicks won, deservedly I feel. The RI one was really angsty. Then there was a speech by a minister, followed by Edwin Thumboo's speech on Singapore: Poetry, Continuity and Change. It was quite good, and spoke of the rising arts scene and literature of a nation, that shaped its culture and how various forms of expression were rising up in Singapore.
After the break, some teachers performed an excerpt of Haresh Sharma's Off Centre. Then finally, the much awaited panel discussion on The Writings of Singapore: Appeal and Accessibility. Panelists included Sharma himself, Alfian Sa'at, Madeleine Lee and Amy Luisita. However, I felt that was quite disappointing. Instead of focusing on the emergence of Singaporean literature, it became a discussion of new local texts involved in the future O Level Literature syllabus. That's what happens in an MOE symposium, where you're surrounded by 400 over teachers and the only other students there were a bunch of KC girls and two from HCI.
And, the best part of the symposium: Robert Yeo was sitting at the row in front of me! Goodness, it was so perfect! I wanted to ask him about his play and all, but he magically vanished after it ended. Robert Yeo, during the Q&A, questioned the rationale behind keeping texts like To Kill A Mockingbird in the O Levels syllabus, as they had been around for ages. He called it arcane and commented that the MOE surely had read more books exploring racial themes post 1950, after TKAM was written. Some lady responded to that by saying that the teachers did not have enough time to change every text. The majority of texts were changed every few years, with some remaining behind. She claimed that this would help new teachers as they would not have to come up with their own teaching materials and could rely on their colleagues for help. I honestly found that to be the rhetoric used to justify (the lack of) a course of action - the lack of time.
And we had free goodie bags from the symposium. A notebook, pencil, sharpener, and amongst the items - a bag of Suzuki Coffee Powder?! Hmmm... MOE does indeed have strange connections. I bet the teachers need loads of coffee, so they struck some deal with the coffee company or something.
And I left my Gibran book with Bernice. Arrgh.
Shopping tomorrow. How fun...
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Little Things That Make Me Happy
Amusing conversations like the one that follows...
saac. - says:
so yeah.
saac. - says:
it's harder to transfer UP.
it's a small world says:
what's UP?
it's a small world says:
ohhhh.
it's a small world says:
haha.
it's a small world says:
that was weird and funny.
saac. - says:
yeahhh.
saac. - says:
i should capitalise more often. (:
it's a small world says:
huh?
saac. - says:
haha.nevermind.
saac. - says:
then you'll think it's some acronym.
saac. - says:
RIGHT?
it's a small world says:
what's RIGHT?
it's a small world says:
:)
saac. - says:
ohh. err. the opposite of LEFT / WRONG.
saac. - says:
:P
it's a small world says:
okay.
it's a small world says:
what's LEFT and WRONG?
it's a small world says:
i know! i know!
it's a small world says:
leaving wasted food behind.
saac. - says:
huh.
saac. - says:
OH!!!!!!!!!!!
saac. - says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
saac. - says:
riiiight.
saac. - says:
i get it!
saac. - says:
hahahahahaa.
saac. - says:
:)
it's a small world says:
this type of things are nice.
it's a small world says:
and i feel smart because you're slow.
And if all the world was perfect
I would only ever want to see your scars
You know they can have their universe
We'll be in the dirt designing stars
And if all the world was smiling
I would only ever want to see your frown
You know they can sail away in sunsets
We'll be right here stranded on the ground ;
saac. - says:
so yeah.
saac. - says:
it's harder to transfer UP.
it's a small world says:
what's UP?
it's a small world says:
ohhhh.
it's a small world says:
haha.
it's a small world says:
that was weird and funny.
saac. - says:
yeahhh.
saac. - says:
i should capitalise more often. (:
it's a small world says:
huh?
saac. - says:
haha.nevermind.
saac. - says:
then you'll think it's some acronym.
saac. - says:
RIGHT?
it's a small world says:
what's RIGHT?
it's a small world says:
:)
saac. - says:
ohh. err. the opposite of LEFT / WRONG.
saac. - says:
:P
it's a small world says:
okay.
it's a small world says:
what's LEFT and WRONG?
it's a small world says:
i know! i know!
it's a small world says:
leaving wasted food behind.
saac. - says:
huh.
saac. - says:
OH!!!!!!!!!!!
saac. - says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
saac. - says:
riiiight.
saac. - says:
i get it!
saac. - says:
hahahahahaa.
saac. - says:
:)
it's a small world says:
this type of things are nice.
it's a small world says:
and i feel smart because you're slow.
And if all the world was perfect
I would only ever want to see your scars
You know they can have their universe
We'll be in the dirt designing stars
And if all the world was smiling
I would only ever want to see your frown
You know they can sail away in sunsets
We'll be right here stranded on the ground ;
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Random Stuff
Bold the ones that apply to you, then stab 5 people to do it.
I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse sometimes.
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. (I am smarter,duh.)
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now
I LOVE sushi.
I talk really really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D
I like the way i look. (who doesn't?)
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
I have a lot of friends. (I guess?)
I am currently single. (but unavailable)
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer. (Believe it.)
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before. (Not a very nice thing...)
I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. (Ever played chess?)
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.
I am happy at this moment!
I'm obsessed with guys.
I study for tests most ALL of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever i can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles. (Indeed...)
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love kisses.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner. (Hmmm. More like Gwen...)
I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.
I'm an artist. (In my own right...)
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.
I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse sometimes.
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. (I am smarter,duh.)
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now
I LOVE sushi.
I talk really really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D
I like the way i look. (who doesn't?)
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
I have a lot of friends. (I guess?)
I am currently single. (but unavailable)
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer. (Believe it.)
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before. (Not a very nice thing...)
I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. (Ever played chess?)
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.
I am happy at this moment!
I'm obsessed with guys.
I study for tests most ALL of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever i can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles. (Indeed...)
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love kisses.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner. (Hmmm. More like Gwen...)
I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.
I'm an artist. (In my own right...)
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.
Down to Earth
Hmmm. Someone told me to take a break from blogging about not-so-relevant things and more about my life, if I understood it correctly.
Well, today was a Tuesday, and Tuesdays are definitely not the most wonderful day of the week if you're in TJC IP2 as you end at 5.25pm, especially if you have an SS teacher that dismisses you 15 minutes late. Tuesdays are such terribly long days that they wear you out alot, and you look forward so much to lunch. But when it comes, it flies by so fast, and you realise that during Lang Arts you're really sleepy. I seriously have trouble staying awake on Tuesdays.
Okay, enough about Tuesdays. I won't type so much as I'm not attempting to replicate a bestselling novel of sorts with the day in it's name. I don't think I'll ever be famous anyway. I don't intend to be. Fame and Fortune have their prices... Costly ones too.
Well, in short, I basically wondered how I'd make it through today. On Tuesday's I'm usually snappy and easily ticked off because it's an annoyingly long day. I'm quite thankful I wasn't like that today. I thank God that none of the lessons were that boring, and that the day was alright, if not enjoyable. Indeed, He has shown His Love in the little things around me. And honestly, I feel blessed, really.
And it all comes to an end tomorrow. I guess I'm really proud of the TJC relay teams, especially the guys. I don't know if I've been around enough to warrant that emotion, but I really do feel that way. I remember the relays last year. We didn't do that well, but it was blatant for all to see that the relay team was a team, and not 4 individual fantastic runners. And I guess that's the strength of the Track team. We aren't as big as other JCs and all, but I'm glad for the fellowship that we (once) shared.
Thinking back, I remember that tomorrow exactly one year ago, the JC2s last year stepped down after dinner together. I guess it wasn't much of an issue to the JC1s, but I cried when they left. I mean, I do find it strange that I joined in April last year, and in 3 months people were leaving and it affected me. But I guess it was because Chee Jian and the rest of the JC2s really made me feel part of it, even though I was new and all. And the fact that I was the only IP tracker then didn't make me feel any different. Granted we did different workouts, but they were always there and the encouragement they gave still lingers on.
Track and Field - a seemingly individual sport. But if so, why'd were they so welcoming? Why did they bother to even run with me in training when they were finished? Why didn't they just rest and watch? Why did Yan Liang train so hard with me for last years Nationals even though he had his own events. Why did he go running with me just before my event (and his was up later)? Why was it the team never set a goal in terms of time for me, but only asked me to give my best?
And now I feel so lost after being out for so long. I feel it's mainly my fault, committing too much to other things, and not going for Track even if I could.
But it's too late for regrets now. I'll just be down tomorrow and cheer them on, as they have done for me.
TJC Track and Field - we may not be the best, but the best isn't always what we remember, and this certainly is. This is one thing worth staying for, amidsts all the chaos, confusion and conflict in the institution...
Well, today was a Tuesday, and Tuesdays are definitely not the most wonderful day of the week if you're in TJC IP2 as you end at 5.25pm, especially if you have an SS teacher that dismisses you 15 minutes late. Tuesdays are such terribly long days that they wear you out alot, and you look forward so much to lunch. But when it comes, it flies by so fast, and you realise that during Lang Arts you're really sleepy. I seriously have trouble staying awake on Tuesdays.
Okay, enough about Tuesdays. I won't type so much as I'm not attempting to replicate a bestselling novel of sorts with the day in it's name. I don't think I'll ever be famous anyway. I don't intend to be. Fame and Fortune have their prices... Costly ones too.
Well, in short, I basically wondered how I'd make it through today. On Tuesday's I'm usually snappy and easily ticked off because it's an annoyingly long day. I'm quite thankful I wasn't like that today. I thank God that none of the lessons were that boring, and that the day was alright, if not enjoyable. Indeed, He has shown His Love in the little things around me. And honestly, I feel blessed, really.
And it all comes to an end tomorrow. I guess I'm really proud of the TJC relay teams, especially the guys. I don't know if I've been around enough to warrant that emotion, but I really do feel that way. I remember the relays last year. We didn't do that well, but it was blatant for all to see that the relay team was a team, and not 4 individual fantastic runners. And I guess that's the strength of the Track team. We aren't as big as other JCs and all, but I'm glad for the fellowship that we (once) shared.
Thinking back, I remember that tomorrow exactly one year ago, the JC2s last year stepped down after dinner together. I guess it wasn't much of an issue to the JC1s, but I cried when they left. I mean, I do find it strange that I joined in April last year, and in 3 months people were leaving and it affected me. But I guess it was because Chee Jian and the rest of the JC2s really made me feel part of it, even though I was new and all. And the fact that I was the only IP tracker then didn't make me feel any different. Granted we did different workouts, but they were always there and the encouragement they gave still lingers on.
Track and Field - a seemingly individual sport. But if so, why'd were they so welcoming? Why did they bother to even run with me in training when they were finished? Why didn't they just rest and watch? Why did Yan Liang train so hard with me for last years Nationals even though he had his own events. Why did he go running with me just before my event (and his was up later)? Why was it the team never set a goal in terms of time for me, but only asked me to give my best?
And now I feel so lost after being out for so long. I feel it's mainly my fault, committing too much to other things, and not going for Track even if I could.
But it's too late for regrets now. I'll just be down tomorrow and cheer them on, as they have done for me.
TJC Track and Field - we may not be the best, but the best isn't always what we remember, and this certainly is. This is one thing worth staying for, amidsts all the chaos, confusion and conflict in the institution...
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Connections
Globalisation makes the world a more connected place, or so they say. We form links wherever we go in life. We leave traces of ourselves in other people's lives as well. Like it or not, we have become a part of an environment, one in which we no longer exist as independent entities, and where choices made affect many different people - directly or indirectly.
But really, one does wonder if connections are really to be taken seriously. It's just like playing the blame game. Take for example the haze situation that happens here every now and then. Who do we blame? The Indonesian government for not controlling their farmers? Do we blame the farmers instead for not taking into consideration the people of neighbouring countries that are affected by it?
To what extent are we allowed to meddle and interfere in the issues of others? If the trees are found on Indonesian land, why can't the farmers burn them? Isn't it their right to? What can the Singaporean government do? Can we prevent them from doing so? Are we allowed to take action against them for burning trees in their land even though it affects us?
Similarly, this applies for relationships. When will we learn to consider events and people separate from each other? If John and Sally are best friends, and Michael is on bad terms with Sally, does that mean that John would not like Michael because of his relationship with Sally? If this was actually practised by us all, we would all be in bipolar world and state of existence and we might just see a semblance of the Cold War again.
But even at a personal level, these things do exist. How many times have we heard friends arguing, and we were caught in the crossfire and issued the ultimatum to choose between them; between keeping one and losing the other? Why do such situations exist?
Some may argue, that to avoid such bipolarity, one must indeed be hypocritical and take on different persona when interacting with different people. The other alternative is for the entire world to get along fine with each other, and we'd exist as a "happy collective unit". Yes, the phrasing is meant to bring out the impossibility and child-like mindsets of those subscribing to that viewpoint. So from that, we clearly see that being hypocritical would clearly be choosing between the lesser of two evils.
Why people choose to remain interconnected and relate every single event still bewilders me. So if Paul kills Jack, Jack's family would then hate Paul, his family, his friends, his friends' families and their friends, and their friends and families, and so on, because they are related to Jack's murderer. In that case, they might as well hate God for creating Paul. Yet God created Jack, so they should hate God, and that implies they should hate themselves as God created them. That roughly portrays the whole idea behind such connections.
Yet, we cannot live and survive as independent entities without connections. And this again reflects our dual or hypocritical personality.
What we would give to find that balance in life...
But really, one does wonder if connections are really to be taken seriously. It's just like playing the blame game. Take for example the haze situation that happens here every now and then. Who do we blame? The Indonesian government for not controlling their farmers? Do we blame the farmers instead for not taking into consideration the people of neighbouring countries that are affected by it?
To what extent are we allowed to meddle and interfere in the issues of others? If the trees are found on Indonesian land, why can't the farmers burn them? Isn't it their right to? What can the Singaporean government do? Can we prevent them from doing so? Are we allowed to take action against them for burning trees in their land even though it affects us?
Similarly, this applies for relationships. When will we learn to consider events and people separate from each other? If John and Sally are best friends, and Michael is on bad terms with Sally, does that mean that John would not like Michael because of his relationship with Sally? If this was actually practised by us all, we would all be in bipolar world and state of existence and we might just see a semblance of the Cold War again.
But even at a personal level, these things do exist. How many times have we heard friends arguing, and we were caught in the crossfire and issued the ultimatum to choose between them; between keeping one and losing the other? Why do such situations exist?
Some may argue, that to avoid such bipolarity, one must indeed be hypocritical and take on different persona when interacting with different people. The other alternative is for the entire world to get along fine with each other, and we'd exist as a "happy collective unit". Yes, the phrasing is meant to bring out the impossibility and child-like mindsets of those subscribing to that viewpoint. So from that, we clearly see that being hypocritical would clearly be choosing between the lesser of two evils.
Why people choose to remain interconnected and relate every single event still bewilders me. So if Paul kills Jack, Jack's family would then hate Paul, his family, his friends, his friends' families and their friends, and their friends and families, and so on, because they are related to Jack's murderer. In that case, they might as well hate God for creating Paul. Yet God created Jack, so they should hate God, and that implies they should hate themselves as God created them. That roughly portrays the whole idea behind such connections.
Yet, we cannot live and survive as independent entities without connections. And this again reflects our dual or hypocritical personality.
What we would give to find that balance in life...
New Centuries
Maybe I should start a public blog and blog about sexuality and all.
Maybe then my teachers will send me for counselling.
Maybe they'll also think I had sex.
Maybe the system is just too rigid.
Maybe... maybe...
******
For those who get it, good. If you don't get the references, well, too bad.
Maybe then my teachers will send me for counselling.
Maybe they'll also think I had sex.
Maybe the system is just too rigid.
Maybe... maybe...
******
For those who get it, good. If you don't get the references, well, too bad.
Two Hundred
That's the number of posts so far.
LCE tomorrow. Don't even know if I want to go.
There's just this innate desire to be alone. I guess I'm annoyed by certain people. I don't know. I've been rather annoyed today. I see ______, and I feel annoyed. I turn around and see ______ and I'm annoyed again. (blanks do not equate the number of letters.)
Reading the Singapore Trilogy now for my Lang Arts project.
I need to call Alex soon with regards to the Math project.
Hopefully, it's two more terms till I leave this god forsaken place. My future is not in such an institution that advocates such an ammoral environment.
LCE tomorrow. Don't even know if I want to go.
There's just this innate desire to be alone. I guess I'm annoyed by certain people. I don't know. I've been rather annoyed today. I see ______, and I feel annoyed. I turn around and see ______ and I'm annoyed again. (blanks do not equate the number of letters.)
Reading the Singapore Trilogy now for my Lang Arts project.
I need to call Alex soon with regards to the Math project.
Hopefully, it's two more terms till I leave this god forsaken place. My future is not in such an institution that advocates such an ammoral environment.
the ultimate freedom is the freedom to leave
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Track
Okay, I have to confess, I miss Track and Field.
So maybe I'm not running Nationals with the injuries and all, and lately I've realised I'm using those injuries as excuses not to run. I suppose it's a way of hiding from the dreams that you had set out to accomplish but failed. The 1500m heats are tomorrow, and Khing's still doing B Div. The scary thing is that two Sec 3s these year - one from Sports School and the other from VS (hurrah?) - beat Ronghua's timing when he got first last year. That is just scary. 4.07 minutes?! My PB was around 4.30 minutes. How I ran 6 minutes last year astounds me. I think it's due to the lack of training in the June holidays. Come to think of it, I did a 6 minutes too for Sports Day this year. Then again, that wasn't a competitive one, and I hadn't been training either. PB came last May when I was training really hard.
I miss the trainings. I miss the warm ups around the track. I miss the runs to East Coast and back with Yan Liang, Yew Boon, Yong Qi, Arvin and Alvin. I miss that adrenaline rush and determination that let me run around 55 seconds for the last of a 8 x 400m training session, beating the seniors and all. No, I'm not bragging that I did that. I'm proud I did that, but only because it goes to show how far determination gets you in Track. Half the battle's in the mind.
During PE on Tuesday, we basically ran 2.4km for our NAPFA practice, and I ended up running with Mr Fung and getting my 9 minutes. That's about 1.30 minutes per lap if you don't know. I'm aiming for an 8.30 if I run. I don't even know if I'm supposed to. I'm worried that it'll affect me in the long term, as most injuries do. And then P Gary's worried about playing me in soccer for the same reason.
Anyway, back to Track. I guess what I miss most is the spirit and teamwork within the team. Granted, the team isn't as good as other JCs like VJ or RJ, yet the unity pulls us through to do the best we can, for ourselves and for the team. I remember the shouting and "faster! you can do its" from last year's Nationals. No other guys did that. Girls cheer for each other most of the time anyway... I suppose it's what makes TJ Track different.
And it's sad to think I might be leaving next year. Do I want to leave? That's a whole different story.
So maybe I'm not running Nationals with the injuries and all, and lately I've realised I'm using those injuries as excuses not to run. I suppose it's a way of hiding from the dreams that you had set out to accomplish but failed. The 1500m heats are tomorrow, and Khing's still doing B Div. The scary thing is that two Sec 3s these year - one from Sports School and the other from VS (hurrah?) - beat Ronghua's timing when he got first last year. That is just scary. 4.07 minutes?! My PB was around 4.30 minutes. How I ran 6 minutes last year astounds me. I think it's due to the lack of training in the June holidays. Come to think of it, I did a 6 minutes too for Sports Day this year. Then again, that wasn't a competitive one, and I hadn't been training either. PB came last May when I was training really hard.
I miss the trainings. I miss the warm ups around the track. I miss the runs to East Coast and back with Yan Liang, Yew Boon, Yong Qi, Arvin and Alvin. I miss that adrenaline rush and determination that let me run around 55 seconds for the last of a 8 x 400m training session, beating the seniors and all. No, I'm not bragging that I did that. I'm proud I did that, but only because it goes to show how far determination gets you in Track. Half the battle's in the mind.
During PE on Tuesday, we basically ran 2.4km for our NAPFA practice, and I ended up running with Mr Fung and getting my 9 minutes. That's about 1.30 minutes per lap if you don't know. I'm aiming for an 8.30 if I run. I don't even know if I'm supposed to. I'm worried that it'll affect me in the long term, as most injuries do. And then P Gary's worried about playing me in soccer for the same reason.
Anyway, back to Track. I guess what I miss most is the spirit and teamwork within the team. Granted, the team isn't as good as other JCs like VJ or RJ, yet the unity pulls us through to do the best we can, for ourselves and for the team. I remember the shouting and "faster! you can do its" from last year's Nationals. No other guys did that. Girls cheer for each other most of the time anyway... I suppose it's what makes TJ Track different.
And it's sad to think I might be leaving next year. Do I want to leave? That's a whole different story.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Incomplete Work
I still have not thought of what I'll be doing for my Lang Arts project. There's... 5 weeks left? I think it's time I started panicking. I can't seem to settle down on any particular choice of topic? My interests are quite diverse and all.
I really should get started on Math. I don't even know what I want to do.
I think I should start using my brain more and stop counting on that emotional impulse to get me through. I need to start doing what I want, as selfish as it sounds. I'm sick of holding on already. I'll leave, and come back if I want. I'm not going to let the emotional attachment tie me down.
Bas said that ultimately what matters most is your relationship with God. There's too much fuss kicked up nowadays about anything other than that. But really, that's the crux of it - it's what matters most. Who cares if I walk out just because I don't like the whole system and feel it's one messed up one? I've nothing against the system; I have issues with those running it. I'm just caught in the maelstrom of emotions - on one hand, I feel that I should forgive and let go of it, yet the issue constantly resurfaces in other forms and I can't help but feel it's impossible to forgive such people.
Yet someone once told me, (and how we all so easily forget) that He died for those who crucified Him. What could compare to that?
I really should get started on Math. I don't even know what I want to do.
I think I should start using my brain more and stop counting on that emotional impulse to get me through. I need to start doing what I want, as selfish as it sounds. I'm sick of holding on already. I'll leave, and come back if I want. I'm not going to let the emotional attachment tie me down.
Bas said that ultimately what matters most is your relationship with God. There's too much fuss kicked up nowadays about anything other than that. But really, that's the crux of it - it's what matters most. Who cares if I walk out just because I don't like the whole system and feel it's one messed up one? I've nothing against the system; I have issues with those running it. I'm just caught in the maelstrom of emotions - on one hand, I feel that I should forgive and let go of it, yet the issue constantly resurfaces in other forms and I can't help but feel it's impossible to forgive such people.
Yet someone once told me, (and how we all so easily forget) that He died for those who crucified Him. What could compare to that?
Updates
Germany won.
Federer won.
Italy won.
And we all know that in history, no one remembers the losers.
Federer won.
Italy won.
And we all know that in history, no one remembers the losers.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
What Lies Before Me
And as I sit here staring into eternity, not comprehending what stares back at me, I ponder upon the choices I make in my life. Just hours ago, I was made to choose between two paths. The choice was a tough one, and it's one of those you would immediately take a stand verbally, but when it comes to actually choosing it, your confidence falters.
Choosing between a worn out path and the unknown one; choosing between familiarity, yet staleness, discontentment, disillusionment, and absolute freedom (and destruction?) isn't always easy.
Despite my desire to fly away, I felt the call to stay. I chooe to give of myself again, to take the hard way out, and do what's (supposedly) best for me. I chose this at a price. I could have easily walked free, said goodbye to the weekend life of the past 16 years, and freed more time to enjoy myself.
It's laying down my pride and all. It's not easy, and I'm still not convinced I've made the right choice for me, which people claim is a selfish thing to do, and stems from pride as well. How absolutely brilliant.
Someone, anyone, tell me why I should stay. It's not to make you beg me to; I just need to hear it and believe it...I hope.
Choosing between a worn out path and the unknown one; choosing between familiarity, yet staleness, discontentment, disillusionment, and absolute freedom (and destruction?) isn't always easy.
Despite my desire to fly away, I felt the call to stay. I chooe to give of myself again, to take the hard way out, and do what's (supposedly) best for me. I chose this at a price. I could have easily walked free, said goodbye to the weekend life of the past 16 years, and freed more time to enjoy myself.
It's laying down my pride and all. It's not easy, and I'm still not convinced I've made the right choice for me, which people claim is a selfish thing to do, and stems from pride as well. How absolutely brilliant.
Someone, anyone, tell me why I should stay. It's not to make you beg me to; I just need to hear it and believe it...I hope.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
She Said, She Said, She Said Why Don't You Just Drop Dead
Goodness. This is not good. I'm getting as emotional as the pms-ing population of the world. Okay, that was mean. But I'm sure I've made my point.
Despite the supposed light-heartedness of it all, I find myself getting increasingly affected and disturbed by certain...individuals. I don't even know why. It's just the mention of them or their presence that makes me really uncomfortable. It somehow just ticks me off.
I know we're supposed to be forgiving and all, but that has never really been my strong point. But looking back, I am reminded of the pride someone laid down to apologise for my sake (not to me), and I'm wondering why can't I do the same. It's not nice when you bottle up too much. You end up cracking and that's not really a good thing now, is it?
I think my vocabulary has been severely affected by Math. I'm typing like... a kid of sorts? Oh nevermind. I suppose kids are more innocent than we all are, and innocence is such an attractive quality, especially in a world so perverse and corrupt.
But really, I've found it an increasing struggle of late to make a stand for what I believe in. I'm not acting like I should be, and it's unknowingly become a part of me. I guess there are things that I need to change. If you told me I would be like this one year ago, I'd tell you you're insane. That's how much I've changed, and it's been oh-so-subtle.
And yes, there's the growing discontentment with regard to a specific area of my life which I appear highly involved in. It seems I'm perennially at odds with those people. I sense, somewhat, a prejudice starting to build up. It only happens to me, and not other people who go through the same thing. Someone once told me there are always two viewpoints to a matter - you can take it positively, or negatively. By natural instinct, I would react negatively and get all worked up about the whole issue. Yet, something deep down tells me to hang on, as there's more that's worth staying on for.
And the inner conflict ensues...
Despite the supposed light-heartedness of it all, I find myself getting increasingly affected and disturbed by certain...individuals. I don't even know why. It's just the mention of them or their presence that makes me really uncomfortable. It somehow just ticks me off.
I know we're supposed to be forgiving and all, but that has never really been my strong point. But looking back, I am reminded of the pride someone laid down to apologise for my sake (not to me), and I'm wondering why can't I do the same. It's not nice when you bottle up too much. You end up cracking and that's not really a good thing now, is it?
I think my vocabulary has been severely affected by Math. I'm typing like... a kid of sorts? Oh nevermind. I suppose kids are more innocent than we all are, and innocence is such an attractive quality, especially in a world so perverse and corrupt.
But really, I've found it an increasing struggle of late to make a stand for what I believe in. I'm not acting like I should be, and it's unknowingly become a part of me. I guess there are things that I need to change. If you told me I would be like this one year ago, I'd tell you you're insane. That's how much I've changed, and it's been oh-so-subtle.
And yes, there's the growing discontentment with regard to a specific area of my life which I appear highly involved in. It seems I'm perennially at odds with those people. I sense, somewhat, a prejudice starting to build up. It only happens to me, and not other people who go through the same thing. Someone once told me there are always two viewpoints to a matter - you can take it positively, or negatively. By natural instinct, I would react negatively and get all worked up about the whole issue. Yet, something deep down tells me to hang on, as there's more that's worth staying on for.
And the inner conflict ensues...
Leaving
"That was what gave me the impetus to do this - to do what I should have done millenia ago. Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave."
"I thought that we would fight, Prince Lucifer."
"Fight? No. No fighting. I'm tired of fighting Morpheus."
"But your responsibilities?"
"I have no responsibilities - not any more."
-- Dialogue between Dream and Lucifer, Season of Mists.
"I told him that there was always freedom. Even the ultimate freedom - the freedom to leave. You don't have to stay anywhere forever."
-- Lucifer to Delirium, The Kindly Ones.
"I thought that we would fight, Prince Lucifer."
"Fight? No. No fighting. I'm tired of fighting Morpheus."
"But your responsibilities?"
"I have no responsibilities - not any more."
-- Dialogue between Dream and Lucifer, Season of Mists.
"I told him that there was always freedom. Even the ultimate freedom - the freedom to leave. You don't have to stay anywhere forever."
-- Lucifer to Delirium, The Kindly Ones.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Slow Dance
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Shiny Happy People
And suddenly, all my problems fade into insignificance.
You know I'll be there for you, even if it kills me.
There's no hiding when it comes to you.
*****
Shout Your Fame was good. I guess they gave their all, and should be proud of themselves. I'm not disappointed that I didn't make it. The practises would have killed me with my schedule. I spent the morning studying Geog, and I'm off to Serene on Youth Day to study again. How fun.
Stuff happened later, and sometimes I ask if I expect too much of myself. Is it too much to do so, or is it just a matter of stepping out from where I am?
put it in your heart where tomorrow shines
You know I'll be there for you, even if it kills me.
There's no hiding when it comes to you.
*****
Shout Your Fame was good. I guess they gave their all, and should be proud of themselves. I'm not disappointed that I didn't make it. The practises would have killed me with my schedule. I spent the morning studying Geog, and I'm off to Serene on Youth Day to study again. How fun.
Stuff happened later, and sometimes I ask if I expect too much of myself. Is it too much to do so, or is it just a matter of stepping out from where I am?
put it in your heart where tomorrow shines
Fade Into Existence
Rather paradoxical title there. Go figure it out yourself.
And it's at times like this I re-evaluate my life; sometimes you just want to die.
There are things worth living for. I'm not some suicidal maniac. But somethings things just wear you down so bad. It's the re-emergence of issues and conditions from the past.
Those thoughts are getting more frequent now. It's only a matter of time before the string snaps on it's own; the Fates don't need to cut it for me. I'm hearing voices in my head now.
And it's at times like this I re-evaluate my life; sometimes you just want to die.
There are things worth living for. I'm not some suicidal maniac. But somethings things just wear you down so bad. It's the re-emergence of issues and conditions from the past.
Those thoughts are getting more frequent now. It's only a matter of time before the string snaps on it's own; the Fates don't need to cut it for me. I'm hearing voices in my head now.
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