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Woah, holidays has been quite awesome for me these two days (not really including training, where I took a few knocks here and the and everywhere and sprained my abysmally idiotic ankle, leading to me having to sit out of training), considering the fact that I watched two awesome movies within the span of a miserly two days (and also considering the fact that the previous movie I watched was "Blood Diamond" at the beginning of the year, and that the movie before that was "Superman Returns" at around June 2006).
I did learn quite a bit from the movie "The History Boys", and not so much from the movie "300" (which was probably aimed at getting hot-blooded passionate young men to go to fight for their country), but all in all it was awesome all the same.
Watching "The History Boys" made me totally regret not offering H2 History as a subject for A-levels. It portrays history in such a manner that it was no longer a subject, but something alive and kicking within the boys who studied it. Hmm, maybe not taking history would not be so bad, since the chances of finding classmates as unique, open and sophisticated as such in dear Singapore would certainly be like asking for gold in the middle of the Sahara Desert. Not trying to offend anyone, but that is just the way things are. From today on I shall make use of compound adjectives and subjunctives to counter everyday happenings. This is so unboring.
"300", meanwhile, was a movie filled with 300 mighty 8-packed men cutting down entire armies of Persian losers. Period.
Oh, yeah I went out yesterday with 3 of my primary school classmates. I never really realized how much I missed them until yesterday! I wonder why the past is slowly integrating itself into the present for me. Primary school classmates, secondary school classmates, team CH softball, I do miss them loads. I wonder when would be the next time I see these people?
The juniors had a great game against OPS today in which they knocked down a pillar and bulldozed the building standing so tall right before them. Simple, sweet.
I wonder what will happen for the rest of my SRC matches, I happen to have four more in the coming two days and I'm dying to kick some ass. Ahhhhh why can't time go faster now.
17th March 2007
HCI v TPJC
HCI v ACS(I)
18th March 2007
HCI v NJC
HCI v VJC (omgomgomg :D)
Friday, March 16, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Short story..
Rain pummelled the windscreen as he drove down the winding mountain roads at deadly speed. The trees at the roadside were trees no more, but a dizzying blur of green lining his peripheral vision. Occasional fleeting glances of passing cars were often accompanied by a muffled sound of car horns. He certainly was going too fast, and probably putting other people at risk, but time was of essence.
"Oh Lord, please. Please let me get there in time, Lord. Please. I need to be there with her." He repeated inaudibly under his breath, silently hoping for a miracle from God above. He knew there was little hope for him to get there in time, but what was he to do? He could only do his best and nothing else, and he felt entirely helpless then. He stepped on the gas pedal as hard as he could and sped on, the roar of the car's engine filling his ears.
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Somewhere not too far away, a woman lay on a hospital bed, suffering from severe injuries inherited from a traffic accident not too long ago. Her family gathered around her, positively emanating sorrow and noisy with the sound of weeping. Her mother wailed endlessly, blaming every single thing possible for her plight, even God.
She knew they loved her, yes, but no one in that room loved her enough and she was sure of it. They would forget her existence after some time. The pain, both physically and spiritually, was unbearable. Maybe it would not be such a bad thing to die after all. She would be in heaven. She would be in Paradise.
There was one person she wanted to see for one last time though...
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His thoughts ran astray as he continued speeding down the road. What if he wasn't there when she needed it most? What if he was too late? The thoughts came in a flurry, giving him no rest from perpetual worry. What would life be like without her around? Would he still be able to carry on?
He snaked through the mild traffic and blazed past every single vehicle on the road. There still was some hope left.
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She could feel the end coming. Death was so near she could feel Him somewhere around in the room; trudging warily about and getting ready to pounce when the time came. Fear gripped her like an iron vice. No, please, no. I want to see him again before I die. God, please.
For a moment it felt like heaven was so near. All the pain was gone, and Death was there no more. Evil thoughts ceased to exist within her, and she suddenly felt so...
Alive.
A jolt of pain brought her back into the room filled with the sounds of sorrow and the moans of melancholy. She began gasping in pain, and the people around cringed in fear. Every gasp cut them in the heart and every jerk in pain scarred them emotionally.
She could feel that pain, and how she wished that he would never see her in such a pathetic state.
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The hospital was not too far away now. No one had called with bad news so there was still hope. Things looked much more hopeful now that he was getting closer to his destination, and he proceeded to speed up further.
Which was a bad move on his part.
He had to swerve suddenly to avoid crashing into a couple of jaywalkers, which led to him crashing his car on a nearby tree. He was not seriously injured, but suddenly all hope had evaporated. How was he going to get to the hospital?
"Certainly not by ambulance." He muttered, and proceeded to run in the direction of the hospital.
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There she lay, breathless and in pain, just wishing that she would die there and then. The pain was unbearable, and all the weeping around her did not do much help.
"God, please take me home. Please. Let me leave this place of suffering. Take me into Your arms and hold me." She whispered in silent prayer.
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The hospital was now in sight, and he continued sprinting towards it, ignoring all physical fatigue. He was going to see her, and that was all that mattered. He literally crashed into the counter and asked for directions to Ward 508, after which he hurriedly sped up the emergency staircase. He did not have time for the lift.
After some grueling physical torture on his part, he finally reached the fifth floor.
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She could feel Death standing beside her now, His icy breath stung her skin as He bent over her, ready to take her life. She braced herself and said a final prayer.
"Now take me."
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He burst through the door of the ward and found despair.
"Oh Lord, please. Please let me get there in time, Lord. Please. I need to be there with her." He repeated inaudibly under his breath, silently hoping for a miracle from God above. He knew there was little hope for him to get there in time, but what was he to do? He could only do his best and nothing else, and he felt entirely helpless then. He stepped on the gas pedal as hard as he could and sped on, the roar of the car's engine filling his ears.
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Somewhere not too far away, a woman lay on a hospital bed, suffering from severe injuries inherited from a traffic accident not too long ago. Her family gathered around her, positively emanating sorrow and noisy with the sound of weeping. Her mother wailed endlessly, blaming every single thing possible for her plight, even God.
She knew they loved her, yes, but no one in that room loved her enough and she was sure of it. They would forget her existence after some time. The pain, both physically and spiritually, was unbearable. Maybe it would not be such a bad thing to die after all. She would be in heaven. She would be in Paradise.
There was one person she wanted to see for one last time though...
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His thoughts ran astray as he continued speeding down the road. What if he wasn't there when she needed it most? What if he was too late? The thoughts came in a flurry, giving him no rest from perpetual worry. What would life be like without her around? Would he still be able to carry on?
He snaked through the mild traffic and blazed past every single vehicle on the road. There still was some hope left.
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She could feel the end coming. Death was so near she could feel Him somewhere around in the room; trudging warily about and getting ready to pounce when the time came. Fear gripped her like an iron vice. No, please, no. I want to see him again before I die. God, please.
For a moment it felt like heaven was so near. All the pain was gone, and Death was there no more. Evil thoughts ceased to exist within her, and she suddenly felt so...
Alive.
A jolt of pain brought her back into the room filled with the sounds of sorrow and the moans of melancholy. She began gasping in pain, and the people around cringed in fear. Every gasp cut them in the heart and every jerk in pain scarred them emotionally.
She could feel that pain, and how she wished that he would never see her in such a pathetic state.
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The hospital was not too far away now. No one had called with bad news so there was still hope. Things looked much more hopeful now that he was getting closer to his destination, and he proceeded to speed up further.
Which was a bad move on his part.
He had to swerve suddenly to avoid crashing into a couple of jaywalkers, which led to him crashing his car on a nearby tree. He was not seriously injured, but suddenly all hope had evaporated. How was he going to get to the hospital?
"Certainly not by ambulance." He muttered, and proceeded to run in the direction of the hospital.
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There she lay, breathless and in pain, just wishing that she would die there and then. The pain was unbearable, and all the weeping around her did not do much help.
"God, please take me home. Please. Let me leave this place of suffering. Take me into Your arms and hold me." She whispered in silent prayer.
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The hospital was now in sight, and he continued sprinting towards it, ignoring all physical fatigue. He was going to see her, and that was all that mattered. He literally crashed into the counter and asked for directions to Ward 508, after which he hurriedly sped up the emergency staircase. He did not have time for the lift.
After some grueling physical torture on his part, he finally reached the fifth floor.
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She could feel Death standing beside her now, His icy breath stung her skin as He bent over her, ready to take her life. She braced herself and said a final prayer.
"Now take me."
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He burst through the door of the ward and found despair.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
I really do not know what to type, considering the fact that I have just had two matches today and that my brain feels like its been fried a hundred times over. The first two days of SRC has passed and I guess there's nothing much to write about it. Its held in the Kallang field beside the National Stadium, instead of the usual Padang (>.< I'm not really a fan of kallang field and a TOTAL fan of padang)
I guess I did not do as well as I was capable of in the match against RJ, sadly, but now I have a rough gauge of what to expect. Defense-wise, I have almost everything under control so far, and we will be able to control their offense, given that stupid errors aren't made. Against OFS, let's just say I kinda screwed up.
It is the offense that I'm worried about, and my batting totally sucked today. Seems like there's this mental barrier when we go up to bat. I have to learn how to cross it. We, have to learn how to cross it.
3 full-day trainings await me. My mattress beckons with such alluring beauty, oh. Sleep awaits. I have to wake up at 6 for 3 days >.<
What difference is this from normal school, I ask you.
I guess I did not do as well as I was capable of in the match against RJ, sadly, but now I have a rough gauge of what to expect. Defense-wise, I have almost everything under control so far, and we will be able to control their offense, given that stupid errors aren't made. Against OFS, let's just say I kinda screwed up.
It is the offense that I'm worried about, and my batting totally sucked today. Seems like there's this mental barrier when we go up to bat. I have to learn how to cross it. We, have to learn how to cross it.
3 full-day trainings await me. My mattress beckons with such alluring beauty, oh. Sleep awaits. I have to wake up at 6 for 3 days >.<
What difference is this from normal school, I ask you.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Today..
I'm in an almost perpetual state of hiatus from my blog, considering the fact that I post about once a week (for my case, its either I post a quality post or nothing at all) and I rarely do post proper quality posts. Sigh, standard's going down the drain, as can be seen from my pathetic (but 110% true) 24/50 for my first GP essay. I don't know what to do with my English writings, because apparently I have no aptitude at writing expository and argumentative essays. None at all.
I totally miss narrative essays.
I miss the freedom of thought brought along by the "one-word topic" in O levels, and the unrestricted style of writing so unique to the question type.
So much for a high standard of English. I can't even be flexible with my language.
Anyway, as you guys may know today's the last day of school for Term 1. One word to describe term 1? Flash. Its the March holidays already and it feels like yesterday that I was playing ball in Chiang Mai. I wonder if that's good or bad? Realization has dawned upon me, (I'm pretty sure it dawned upon lots of people) and wow, 1/8 of my JC life gone and I haven't really done much. Awesome.
Today has really been a fruitful day for me, and I learnt so much. Totally cool la, and now I have gained a 'brother'! Haha and I officially got my friend back! You never know what the tide might bring in with the coming of each day :D
Sunday's RJ match. I don't know what to expect, really. All I know, though, is that I'll do my best for the team. No compromise.
HWACHONG!!!
I totally miss narrative essays.
I miss the freedom of thought brought along by the "one-word topic" in O levels, and the unrestricted style of writing so unique to the question type.
So much for a high standard of English. I can't even be flexible with my language.
Anyway, as you guys may know today's the last day of school for Term 1. One word to describe term 1? Flash. Its the March holidays already and it feels like yesterday that I was playing ball in Chiang Mai. I wonder if that's good or bad? Realization has dawned upon me, (I'm pretty sure it dawned upon lots of people) and wow, 1/8 of my JC life gone and I haven't really done much. Awesome.
Today has really been a fruitful day for me, and I learnt so much. Totally cool la, and now I have gained a 'brother'! Haha and I officially got my friend back! You never know what the tide might bring in with the coming of each day :D
Sunday's RJ match. I don't know what to expect, really. All I know, though, is that I'll do my best for the team. No compromise.
HWACHONG!!!
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Who's the murderer? Murder redefined.
The word murder, as seen by the common man, might be defined as the intentional, or maybe even purposeful act of taking away someone else's life.
Matthew 5:21-22
"You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, 'Do not murder, and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment.' But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to his brother, 'Raca,' is answerable to the Sanhedrin. But anyone who says, 'You fool!' will be in danger of the fire of hell. (Raca: An Aramaic term for expressing contempt.)
Ever heard of the phrase, "It's the thought that counts"? Indeed it is. Murder, in fact, is not defined by the taking of a life. To even think about killing someone is already a form of murder. Anger and conceitedness will result in equal punishment as murder, and so will the hurting of somebody's soul. One is able to murder another person's heart and soul intentionally, and maybe even rob him of all hope. To drive another person into such a state would be an act of blatant disregard to the other party, and to God. Never forget, Man was made in the image of God, and no person has the right to hurt or insult others.
No person living on the face of this Earth has the right to label others as fools, or anything else, for what rights do we possess? We are all equal, and no matter how much I hate the other party, I have no right to insult that person.
Matthew 5:23-24
"Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to your brother; then come and offer your gift.
When you have been offended, please. Do not react as if everyone owed you a living. Let not the words of contempt enter your head, for calling someone else an idiot is calling God an idiot, for Man was made in His image. Have you not ever offended enyone in your entire lifetime? Live and let live, forgive and forget. Do not succumb to even the slightest bit of anger, and treat everyone else as you would treat the Lord in person.
I seriously need to print this post out and paste it in my heart.
Do not be quick to judge, or rather, do not judge at all. You have no right to, and you have no power over others. Humans love to assume power over others, but no. It is a sin and it breeds based upon the animal instincts intrinsic in human nature. We have to fight it. Unconditional love is key, and I certainly do hope that more people will join me in this fight. I am strong when God is with me, but I would certainly be stronger with people around to support me.
I realize that I have matured much over these two months. I think more, I love God more, I devote more of my time to Him. I still have lots of room for improvement, and I will continue to improve. I have to learn to be happy in solitude and loneliness, for He is there when nobody else is, and He will definitely bring me out of the ordeal.
I am eternally grateful to Him for being there, and also to those who are there for me presently. It is truly a blessing, and I treasure it very much.
Now's the time for me to rock the house, with God of course. :)
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Fall apart! I want to build a new one with God!
I guess the new chapter hasn't really begun yet. I am still in the process of crushing this stupid structure into a million little pieces, and I am making good progress. I certainly will defenestrate a piece of it when I'm done, for this ultimate buffoon of a structure has caused me enough trouble already.
It is the start of something totally new, and I picked this path. Its feels surreal, almost like I'm being born again as a totally different person. I know I can do it, and I will do it. It is such a beautiful thing, to be able to utilize this newfound confidence in God and myself. For why should I suffer silently? It was killing me, and yet I was doing nothing about it.
I read from "Our Journey" (Mar.Apr.May 2007 March 2nd "driving over a cliff") about dealing with the problems in life. I realized how true it was, and how important it was for me to take hold of life's steering wheel. I thank God that I am holding that steering wheel right now and driving myself away from the edge of that cliff which I so nearly drove into.
Feeling especially peaceful and accomplished now. I have done something for myself. I have achieved. I will do my best, and God will do the rest, whatever it may be.
And if I stand,
Firm to this day,
Nay it is by my strength,
Nor it is by my greatness.
Its all because of Love,
Its all because of You.
Helpless would I be,
Unable to stand firm,
Thank you, Love.
It is the start of something totally new, and I picked this path. Its feels surreal, almost like I'm being born again as a totally different person. I know I can do it, and I will do it. It is such a beautiful thing, to be able to utilize this newfound confidence in God and myself. For why should I suffer silently? It was killing me, and yet I was doing nothing about it.
I read from "Our Journey" (Mar.Apr.May 2007 March 2nd "driving over a cliff") about dealing with the problems in life. I realized how true it was, and how important it was for me to take hold of life's steering wheel. I thank God that I am holding that steering wheel right now and driving myself away from the edge of that cliff which I so nearly drove into.
Feeling especially peaceful and accomplished now. I have done something for myself. I have achieved. I will do my best, and God will do the rest, whatever it may be.
And if I stand,
Firm to this day,
Nay it is by my strength,
Nor it is by my greatness.
Its all because of Love,
Its all because of You.
Helpless would I be,
Unable to stand firm,
Thank you, Love.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Let it fall, I'll build another one with God.
Talk about things falling apart and me trying to return them to their rightful places, I have been trying to pass that test since donkey years ago. No, this time I'm taking action, and I can totally feel that it is the best decision I can really make. Awesome decision, in fact, albeit one which involves letting everything fall apart. Maybe I'll pick up one of the pieces and defenestrate it.
I shall start building everything up again from scratch, brick by brick, layer by layer, and I shall build my life up on stronger foundations this time. It might not be able to withstand the forces of nature, even if its a lot stronger, but at least next time I will know what things I should not build my life upon. God is teaching me a lesson, and I will do my best.
I trust people, and I don't ever want to lose this trust. It might bring about pain and suffering, I might end up getting hurt so deeply inside, but I will not lose my trust in people. Stupid? Let me be. Disappointments will come, but love will pay off in the end, and I truly mean the freaking end when I die.
Loving unconditionally is the true goal of the Christian, and I will embark on this journey. Alone? Let it be. I will continue to love, I will continue on this road that I am on, and if anyone were to hurt me, I'll forge on for I know that God is there with me. If God's will is such, I will. Away from sins, away from that selfish love that used to be. Overambitious? Let me be.
Melancholy has done its part. Now it is time for me to take control over things, time for me to remove these things from my life and time to reorganize myself. Running for council will be my first big step in this new life I'm starting. The previous chapter had come to an immature end, but I shall let it be. No point crying over spilled milk, I'll go get the cow to give me another cup. I shall begin an entirely new chapter now, and I will make it a much more colourful chapter.
I shall work hard towards that goal of mine and I shall not relent. Empty promises shall not disappoint me, and neither loving friends nor foes can hurt me. I wrote this poem, hope it will be of help to you guys reading this.
Oh wonder,
This thing called love.
It binds your arms,
It pins you down.
It seizes your heart,
It steals your mind.
It throws you down,
Down into the pit of gloom.
Oh wonder,
This thing called love.
It clears your burdens,
It frees your soul.
It lightens your heart,
It gives you hope.
It lifts you up,
Up into the wondrous havens.
Oh wonder,
This thing called love.
Two extremes it holds,
Bane and boon of Man.
Impossible it may seem in times of need,
That love can help with all your cares.
Difficult, you may find it to believe,
In the love that resolves all your woes.
Believe, my friend, for you will see,
The wonders that love will reveal to thee.
Strong, you'll be, and you will find,
The power within that'll take you far.
So love, my friend, without restraint,
And you'll have victory in your hand.
I shall start building everything up again from scratch, brick by brick, layer by layer, and I shall build my life up on stronger foundations this time. It might not be able to withstand the forces of nature, even if its a lot stronger, but at least next time I will know what things I should not build my life upon. God is teaching me a lesson, and I will do my best.
I trust people, and I don't ever want to lose this trust. It might bring about pain and suffering, I might end up getting hurt so deeply inside, but I will not lose my trust in people. Stupid? Let me be. Disappointments will come, but love will pay off in the end, and I truly mean the freaking end when I die.
Loving unconditionally is the true goal of the Christian, and I will embark on this journey. Alone? Let it be. I will continue to love, I will continue on this road that I am on, and if anyone were to hurt me, I'll forge on for I know that God is there with me. If God's will is such, I will. Away from sins, away from that selfish love that used to be. Overambitious? Let me be.
Melancholy has done its part. Now it is time for me to take control over things, time for me to remove these things from my life and time to reorganize myself. Running for council will be my first big step in this new life I'm starting. The previous chapter had come to an immature end, but I shall let it be. No point crying over spilled milk, I'll go get the cow to give me another cup. I shall begin an entirely new chapter now, and I will make it a much more colourful chapter.
I shall work hard towards that goal of mine and I shall not relent. Empty promises shall not disappoint me, and neither loving friends nor foes can hurt me. I wrote this poem, hope it will be of help to you guys reading this.
Oh wonder,
This thing called love.
It binds your arms,
It pins you down.
It seizes your heart,
It steals your mind.
It throws you down,
Down into the pit of gloom.
Oh wonder,
This thing called love.
It clears your burdens,
It frees your soul.
It lightens your heart,
It gives you hope.
It lifts you up,
Up into the wondrous havens.
Oh wonder,
This thing called love.
Two extremes it holds,
Bane and boon of Man.
Impossible it may seem in times of need,
That love can help with all your cares.
Difficult, you may find it to believe,
In the love that resolves all your woes.
Believe, my friend, for you will see,
The wonders that love will reveal to thee.
Strong, you'll be, and you will find,
The power within that'll take you far.
So love, my friend, without restraint,
And you'll have victory in your hand.
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