lol. too bored. went to check this blog. seems that nobodys posting anymore. >_<
Hence, im here to grab the 1st post of 2006. wahahahahahahaha!!! IM LAME!
Todays new year concert was a flop. all the performance were ghijshgjbbksbg! the dancers lack coordination. everything lacks coordination. the dikir barat is extremely long. zzz! got more comments but lazy to type out. zzz!
Friday, January 27, 2006
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
PEACE TO EARTH, GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN
i extracted this from the mountainwing.... well.. they send me mail everyday... i thot this is a nice story dat i can share wif every single one of u..... esp when the x mas season is here...
Pa and The Rifle
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Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those whosquandered their means and then never had enough for thenecessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, hisheart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that Ilearned the greatest joy in life comes from giving,not from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feelinglike the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't beenenough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas.We did the chores early that night for some reason. I justfigured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in theBible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out infront of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the oldBible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest,I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn'tget the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside.I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all thechores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busywallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and therewas ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle upgood, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not onlywasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging meout in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see.We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anythingelse that needed doing, especially not on a night like this.
But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feetwhen he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put myboots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me amysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house.Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of thehouse was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short,quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sledunless we were going to haul a big load.
Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantlyclimbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me.I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around thehouse and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and Ifollowed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said."Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger jobthan I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, butwhatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger withthe high sideboards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshedand came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent allsummer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawinginto blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I saidsomething. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" You been by theWidow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived abouttwo miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or sobefore and left her with three children, the oldest being eight.Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rodeby just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging aroundin the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out ofwood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into thewoodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. Weloaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horseswould be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to ourloading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a bigham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me toput them in the sled and wait.
When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his rightshoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand."What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out ofshoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around hisfeet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got thechildren a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmaswithout a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence.I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have muchby worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile,though most of what was left now was still in the form of logsthat I would have to saw into blocks and split before we coulduse it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, butI knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoesand candy?
Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closerneighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We camein from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the woodas quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour andshoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and atimid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son,Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanketwrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped inanother and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a verysmall fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensenfumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought youa few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. Iput the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that hadthe shoes in it.
She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at atime. There was a pair for her and one for each of thechildren---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. Iwatched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it fromtrembling and then tears filled her eyes and started runningdown her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to saysomething, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned tome and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let'sget that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't thesame person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had abig lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, therewere tears in my eyes too.
In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around thefireplace and their mother standing there with tears runningdown her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that shecouldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'dnever known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmasmany times before, but never when it had made so much difference.I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared.The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candyand Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn'tcrossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us."God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you.The children and I have been praying that he would send one of hisangels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tearswelled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in thoseexact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I couldsee that it was probably true. I was sure that a better manthan Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering allthe times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and manyothers. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left.I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had knownwhat sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errandfor the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stoodup to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gavethem a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go.I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that Istill had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs.wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmasdinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of uscan eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkeyfor too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'llbe nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here,hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest.My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles.I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certainthat He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and Ididn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turnedto me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your maand me have been tucking a little money away here and there allyear so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't havequite enough.
Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years backcame by to make things square. Your ma and me were realexcited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and Istarted into town this morning to do just that. But on the wayI saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feetwrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do.Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for thosechildren. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again.I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it.Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa hadgiven me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen'sface and the radiant smiles of her three children.
For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensen's, orsplit a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering broughtback that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night.Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had givenme the best Christmas of my life.
~by Rian B. Anderson~
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ppl... remember the motto of dis season
*PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TOWARDS MEN.*
Pa and The Rifle
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Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those whosquandered their means and then never had enough for thenecessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, hisheart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that Ilearned the greatest joy in life comes from giving,not from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feelinglike the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't beenenough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas.We did the chores early that night for some reason. I justfigured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in theBible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out infront of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the oldBible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest,I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn'tget the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside.I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all thechores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busywallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and therewas ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle upgood, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not onlywasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging meout in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see.We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anythingelse that needed doing, especially not on a night like this.
But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feetwhen he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put myboots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me amysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house.Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of thehouse was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short,quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sledunless we were going to haul a big load.
Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantlyclimbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me.I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around thehouse and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and Ifollowed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said."Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger jobthan I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, butwhatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger withthe high sideboards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshedand came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent allsummer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawinginto blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I saidsomething. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" You been by theWidow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived abouttwo miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or sobefore and left her with three children, the oldest being eight.Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rodeby just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging aroundin the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out ofwood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into thewoodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. Weloaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horseswould be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to ourloading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a bigham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me toput them in the sled and wait.
When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his rightshoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand."What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out ofshoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around hisfeet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got thechildren a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmaswithout a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence.I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have muchby worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile,though most of what was left now was still in the form of logsthat I would have to saw into blocks and split before we coulduse it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, butI knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoesand candy?
Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closerneighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We camein from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the woodas quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour andshoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and atimid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son,Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanketwrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped inanother and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a verysmall fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensenfumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought youa few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. Iput the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that hadthe shoes in it.
She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at atime. There was a pair for her and one for each of thechildren---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. Iwatched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it fromtrembling and then tears filled her eyes and started runningdown her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to saysomething, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned tome and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let'sget that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't thesame person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had abig lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, therewere tears in my eyes too.
In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around thefireplace and their mother standing there with tears runningdown her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that shecouldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'dnever known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmasmany times before, but never when it had made so much difference.I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared.The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candyand Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn'tcrossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us."God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you.The children and I have been praying that he would send one of hisangels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tearswelled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in thoseexact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I couldsee that it was probably true. I was sure that a better manthan Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering allthe times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and manyothers. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left.I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had knownwhat sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errandfor the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stoodup to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gavethem a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go.I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that Istill had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs.wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmasdinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of uscan eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkeyfor too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'llbe nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here,hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest.My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles.I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certainthat He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and Ididn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turnedto me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your maand me have been tucking a little money away here and there allyear so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't havequite enough.
Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years backcame by to make things square. Your ma and me were realexcited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and Istarted into town this morning to do just that. But on the wayI saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feetwrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do.Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for thosechildren. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again.I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it.Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa hadgiven me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen'sface and the radiant smiles of her three children.
For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensen's, orsplit a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering broughtback that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night.Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had givenme the best Christmas of my life.
~by Rian B. Anderson~
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ppl... remember the motto of dis season
*PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TOWARDS MEN.*
Thursday, December 08, 2005
void?
hieee ppl!!
sigh... guess mani ppl r suffering frm post travel depression(if there such a thing)...
well, i'm... i'm still suffering frm it... i dun wish to return to sg... i mean.. the trip to teman negara really help me escape frm all the stress and problems i'm facing in sg.. i have fun... dat i tossed all those stuff dat r troubling back in sg... now i'm back, i hav to pick them up again...
I DUN WAN TO!
i wan to be back in dat stress free envt!! i wanna hav fun!! i wanna try out new stuff!! i wan to be back, close to nature!
i love nature...
i reallie do...
i knew it when i was in sec2... dat i reallie do love nature... dat i hav the urge to be a botanist or environmentalist so my career'll be close connected to nature.. as in the greens...
but, wad heck... i'll starve to death in sg if i take such course... how mani jungle or forest can u find in sg???!!
maybe i can work in pacwest as partimer??? i dunno... my body is failing me...
LET US HAV MORE OVERSEA TRIPS!!! I WAN MORE!!!!
sigh... guess mani ppl r suffering frm post travel depression(if there such a thing)...
well, i'm... i'm still suffering frm it... i dun wish to return to sg... i mean.. the trip to teman negara really help me escape frm all the stress and problems i'm facing in sg.. i have fun... dat i tossed all those stuff dat r troubling back in sg... now i'm back, i hav to pick them up again...
I DUN WAN TO!
i wan to be back in dat stress free envt!! i wanna hav fun!! i wanna try out new stuff!! i wan to be back, close to nature!
i love nature...
i reallie do...
i knew it when i was in sec2... dat i reallie do love nature... dat i hav the urge to be a botanist or environmentalist so my career'll be close connected to nature.. as in the greens...
but, wad heck... i'll starve to death in sg if i take such course... how mani jungle or forest can u find in sg???!!
maybe i can work in pacwest as partimer??? i dunno... my body is failing me...
LET US HAV MORE OVERSEA TRIPS!!! I WAN MORE!!!!
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
wow.. time flies, really fast. i enjoyed myself very much today. Adeline, Michelle, Nadia, Swee San, Wei Tian, Yue Zhi, SHARON, Zhi Yuan, Darren, Bryan, Wai Ka and Me of cos went to Hans to enjoy our breakfast after we saw how pathetic the breakfast buffet at Delifrance was. Anyway, just as i was biting my toast, "happy birthday to you!''... wah totally stunned. when i most unglam they prepared a birthday cake for me cos my birthday is on 19th nov (the next day). i was REALLY REALLY really really touched. it was definitely a pleasant surprise!! :D::D:D:D thanks so much for the cake and everything and thanks Nadia and Swee San for the cute slices of cake u gave me. and sorry for pulling u to play pool with us after that.. i din noe u all really hated pool that much. i only wanted u all to try.. at least wei tian is also learning now.. lol sorry!! this was the best birthday i ever had.. seriously!! thanks!! :D::D:D:D:D:D:D::D:D::D:D:D::D:D::D:D
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
yo!
i dunno y dis post become blank one... so here it goes..
PPL!! anyone wanna mke t shirt, cap, jersey, mug blah blah blah.. find me okie... i gt good lobang... lolx
PPL!! anyone wanna mke t shirt, cap, jersey, mug blah blah blah.. find me okie... i gt good lobang... lolx
hey... as most of u noe, me and eric leaving for thailand tmr. so well, since he not online now, i'll help him and myself wish u all happy birthdays to all hu's bdays r comin, and BON VOYAGE to all hu's goin overseas dis holiday: weishun, bryan, weitian(i heard so), patrick(goin back to indonesia), yuezhi (goin for odac trip) and the rest of u hu's not mentioned as well. i tink desiree oso rite? she goin to europe. yea! so gd luck and enjoy ur trips!
look 4ward to seeing u ppl at the class chalet!
look 4ward to seeing u ppl at the class chalet!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Let us have a moment of silence... and pray for their safe journey...
Now, as the time of departure nears, let us wish the two young brave, kind, helpful souls known as Eric Tan Jia Hao and Eugene Kheng Wei Long, who are leaving their warm, cozzy and familiar home known as Singapore on this Thursday, 17th November, to travel to Kaolak, Thailand to help those less fortunate, those who are caught within the onslaught of the tsunami that occured almost a year ago (in a magnificent project known to us as Overseas Community Involvement Programme), a heartfelt Bon Voyage.
Wish they do not catch avian flu from Thailand and bring it back to Singapore. :P
Just kidding.
Remember to get us some sovernirs!! :D
Just kidding again.
Come back in one piece for the chalet, okay? LOL.
Wish they do not catch avian flu from Thailand and bring it back to Singapore. :P
Just kidding.
Remember to get us some sovernirs!! :D
Just kidding again.
Come back in one piece for the chalet, okay? LOL.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Jus finish reading the novel dat I borrowed frm the library today..
Nice book.. it depicts the relationship between me and him.. maybe the author actually spy on us?
My face was wet most of the time... maybe raining in my room?
Jus becuz of one betrayal, I have lost faith and trust in him.. maybe its like wad its written, we r not mature enough to handle a relationship..
Maybe we'll be alright after some time.. maybe onli after some separation.. I dunno.. dun wish no tink bout it..
He's the sweetest guy ever.. serious..
Maybe we can onli mke do wif wad we hav now and not lose anymore..
No comment pls.. it’ll onli mke u puke blood and feel helpless..
The fact is u all r not helpless at all..
it's I'm hopeless...
If he ever gonna see this entry(veri unlikely unless the spy in our class tell him... u noe hu u r), I wanna let him noe dat
"I nv regret loving u"
Monday, November 07, 2005
hey 01ers! (read as O-one-ners, sounds lik o-wannas)
guess dis blog is dying down, and i hope it doesnt! so now mr blogmaster's here to give a little encouragement to all of ya out there!
its alrite to b bz wif the OP and i&r, and hence dis blog's bcum dull and dry, but let tt b onli MOMENTARILY! lets all get back and start posting again aft it k? lets voice it all out! can discuss everything under the sun here! yea! voice ur feelings... for those of u wif more guts, can even make confessions her to gals etc etc. hiak hiak hiak hiak...
ok. anyways, OP's 1 or 2 days away for us, so juz wanna giv u all a boost of morale! JIAYOU! best if everyone can do tings they'd love to do, make urself happy, tt way, u'll brim wif confidence on the OP day. yea~ look radiant, well prepared and the "torment" will actually b a pleasant bitter-sweet experience. for those of u lacking confidence, nvm... juz noe tt all of 01 is behind u, pushing u all the way. not enuf? i'm behind u to push u all the way!
okie. shl end here. gettin weary eyes... tata~
guess dis blog is dying down, and i hope it doesnt! so now mr blogmaster's here to give a little encouragement to all of ya out there!
its alrite to b bz wif the OP and i&r, and hence dis blog's bcum dull and dry, but let tt b onli MOMENTARILY! lets all get back and start posting again aft it k? lets voice it all out! can discuss everything under the sun here! yea! voice ur feelings... for those of u wif more guts, can even make confessions her to gals etc etc. hiak hiak hiak hiak...
ok. anyways, OP's 1 or 2 days away for us, so juz wanna giv u all a boost of morale! JIAYOU! best if everyone can do tings they'd love to do, make urself happy, tt way, u'll brim wif confidence on the OP day. yea~ look radiant, well prepared and the "torment" will actually b a pleasant bitter-sweet experience. for those of u lacking confidence, nvm... juz noe tt all of 01 is behind u, pushing u all the way. not enuf? i'm behind u to push u all the way!
okie. shl end here. gettin weary eyes... tata~
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
This is the 3rd time I type this blog...
I HATE MY COM! STOP CRUSHING!
While I was on my way home, I saw this guy chewing fishbal... remind me of something...
Nono... not someone choked while eating the fishball...
This’ll be a pretty long blog... so, wanna hear???
Heck u... I wanna say...
29th May 2005
*whenever there a food fair, my parents and I’ll nv miss it... and u can always find dis stall selling fish products... Big tasty fresh fishballs, both cooked and uncooked... daddy loves it*
well, some of u may noe dat daddy was veri ill… the doc discharged him as his condition was pretty stable... “stable”... but, he was not allowed to leave the hse, except to the hospital for check up... so, instead of being jailed in the hospital, he was being jailed at home...
well... expo was having food fair again... daddy knew I was going out on this faithful day... so he asked me his I could mke a trip to expo and get him some fishball... of coz I agreed... how could I reject him...
left to meet dada at 10.30am... went out and onli arrived expo at 9plus pm... was shopping and eating wif da... okie... entered expo... searching high and low for that fishball stall... couldn’t find it... but da managed to find it in the end...
“ni hai you mai yu yuan ma? Na zong yi tong de...” i asked
“mai wan le,” the stall-holder replied.
-_-“ and guess wad, when I walked to the other end of the stall(it takes up the space of 3 normal stall), I saw buckets of fishball in a pool of ice...abash...
of coz in the end, I bought one bucket...
reach home at bout 11... daddy was aslp... but mum told me daddy cried earlier... y??? cuz he thot I forget to but that fishball...
daddy nv cried b4 b4 the operation... he was a tough guy... both mentally and physically... but his illness mkes him weak both mentally and physically... yet, he’s still a loving family man...
it mke me feel extrememly guilty... b4 he was discharged, I didn’t visit him everyday as I need to work in kumon... traveling after sch to work as well as SGH wore me out... totally...but I noe I still mke an effort to visit him as often as possible... but after that vamp interferes wif my life, my energy exhaust at a faster rate... I didn’t mke an effort to rush down to spend time wif him anymore...
when he was discharged, I didn’t mke an effort to stay home accompany him as much as possible...
worst still, when he was readmitted to hosp, I didn’t mke an effort to go down everyday and even I do, I didn’t mke an effort to go down b4 dinner time so as to feed him(he was too weak to even hold the spoon)
3 weeks later, on his birthday, he was gone... every single family member was ard b4 he left everyone of us...
I actuallie did mke an effort to arrive b4 5, the normal visiting hr... but on my way mum asked me go home and pray as she forgot(earlier at bout 2 dad was admitted into icu again) I took the stupid 12 which was stuck in the stupid traffic jam, making me arrived onli at 7pm...
B4 I reach, his condition became critical... mum rushed to jurong to look for the priest to pray for dad...
Of coz, I was reprimanded by everyone for being so late... (no one listen to my explanation)
When I entered the icu, he was relying on the machine to breathe.... he was struggling... he was trying to force himself to open his eyes when he noe I arrived...
my aunt and uncle was praying, chanting for him...
all I can say is,” daddy, wake up... “
the doc mke us call mum back...
but jus when mum arrived, the doc mke everyone leave the room... so in the end, mum didn’t get to see him for the last time...
I prayed to god,” dun take him away… he did so much for everyone of us and I haven even repay him…”
soon, his lung failed, rely totally on the machine to breathe... cpr was no use... I broke down... cuz I knew it was over…
the doctors gav up saving him...
his heart finally stop at 8.08pm...
everyone, even my aunt hu jus gt back frm texas, was there...
everyone cried
my godma said daddy was brave... he waited for everyone b4 he leaves...
yes... daddy u r brave... u sacrifice for the whole family... u r the one hu gav up ur edu and worked to support aunts and little uncle edu... u r the one hu risk ur life working at offshore island so as to giv me a better life...
and u left b4 we could repay u....
I was forced to pick up myself immediately for the preparation of the funeral... mum was too lost and devastated to do anything...
Plus, instead of being choked by fishball, the hosp bill choked up to $50,000(phew, luckily there subsidies and could be deducted from medisave)
For those hu helped me out for the funeral (namely my uncles and aunts), thank you...
For those hu came for the funeral, I thank you too...
Ppl... cherish everyone ard u... u’ll nv realise how impt they might be to u... knowing it after losing them’ll be too late ya?
Ps: tian, thanks for sharing ur story wif me too to comfort me.... thanks for crying wif me too(recall the call at void deck & mac)
Well... wanna noe more bout wad happened, u can go my blog if u happened to noe it ever exist... but, I dun blog anymore after daddy passed away…cuz I dun wan that vamp to see...
And sHhHHh~
It’ll be Jus between us rite?
HEY PPL! Blog more ya!!!
05s01 rOx!
I HATE MY COM! STOP CRUSHING!
While I was on my way home, I saw this guy chewing fishbal... remind me of something...
Nono... not someone choked while eating the fishball...
This’ll be a pretty long blog... so, wanna hear???
Heck u... I wanna say...
29th May 2005
*whenever there a food fair, my parents and I’ll nv miss it... and u can always find dis stall selling fish products... Big tasty fresh fishballs, both cooked and uncooked... daddy loves it*
well, some of u may noe dat daddy was veri ill… the doc discharged him as his condition was pretty stable... “stable”... but, he was not allowed to leave the hse, except to the hospital for check up... so, instead of being jailed in the hospital, he was being jailed at home...
well... expo was having food fair again... daddy knew I was going out on this faithful day... so he asked me his I could mke a trip to expo and get him some fishball... of coz I agreed... how could I reject him...
left to meet dada at 10.30am... went out and onli arrived expo at 9plus pm... was shopping and eating wif da... okie... entered expo... searching high and low for that fishball stall... couldn’t find it... but da managed to find it in the end...
“ni hai you mai yu yuan ma? Na zong yi tong de...” i asked
“mai wan le,” the stall-holder replied.
-_-“ and guess wad, when I walked to the other end of the stall(it takes up the space of 3 normal stall), I saw buckets of fishball in a pool of ice...abash...
of coz in the end, I bought one bucket...
reach home at bout 11... daddy was aslp... but mum told me daddy cried earlier... y??? cuz he thot I forget to but that fishball...
daddy nv cried b4 b4 the operation... he was a tough guy... both mentally and physically... but his illness mkes him weak both mentally and physically... yet, he’s still a loving family man...
it mke me feel extrememly guilty... b4 he was discharged, I didn’t visit him everyday as I need to work in kumon... traveling after sch to work as well as SGH wore me out... totally...but I noe I still mke an effort to visit him as often as possible... but after that vamp interferes wif my life, my energy exhaust at a faster rate... I didn’t mke an effort to rush down to spend time wif him anymore...
when he was discharged, I didn’t mke an effort to stay home accompany him as much as possible...
worst still, when he was readmitted to hosp, I didn’t mke an effort to go down everyday and even I do, I didn’t mke an effort to go down b4 dinner time so as to feed him(he was too weak to even hold the spoon)
3 weeks later, on his birthday, he was gone... every single family member was ard b4 he left everyone of us...
I actuallie did mke an effort to arrive b4 5, the normal visiting hr... but on my way mum asked me go home and pray as she forgot(earlier at bout 2 dad was admitted into icu again) I took the stupid 12 which was stuck in the stupid traffic jam, making me arrived onli at 7pm...
B4 I reach, his condition became critical... mum rushed to jurong to look for the priest to pray for dad...
Of coz, I was reprimanded by everyone for being so late... (no one listen to my explanation)
When I entered the icu, he was relying on the machine to breathe.... he was struggling... he was trying to force himself to open his eyes when he noe I arrived...
my aunt and uncle was praying, chanting for him...
all I can say is,” daddy, wake up... “
the doc mke us call mum back...
but jus when mum arrived, the doc mke everyone leave the room... so in the end, mum didn’t get to see him for the last time...
I prayed to god,” dun take him away… he did so much for everyone of us and I haven even repay him…”
soon, his lung failed, rely totally on the machine to breathe... cpr was no use... I broke down... cuz I knew it was over…
the doctors gav up saving him...
his heart finally stop at 8.08pm...
everyone, even my aunt hu jus gt back frm texas, was there...
everyone cried
my godma said daddy was brave... he waited for everyone b4 he leaves...
yes... daddy u r brave... u sacrifice for the whole family... u r the one hu gav up ur edu and worked to support aunts and little uncle edu... u r the one hu risk ur life working at offshore island so as to giv me a better life...
and u left b4 we could repay u....
I was forced to pick up myself immediately for the preparation of the funeral... mum was too lost and devastated to do anything...
Plus, instead of being choked by fishball, the hosp bill choked up to $50,000(phew, luckily there subsidies and could be deducted from medisave)
For those hu helped me out for the funeral (namely my uncles and aunts), thank you...
For those hu came for the funeral, I thank you too...
Ppl... cherish everyone ard u... u’ll nv realise how impt they might be to u... knowing it after losing them’ll be too late ya?
Ps: tian, thanks for sharing ur story wif me too to comfort me.... thanks for crying wif me too(recall the call at void deck & mac)
Well... wanna noe more bout wad happened, u can go my blog if u happened to noe it ever exist... but, I dun blog anymore after daddy passed away…cuz I dun wan that vamp to see...
And sHhHHh~
It’ll be Jus between us rite?
HEY PPL! Blog more ya!!!
05s01 rOx!
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
yo! ppl... under the link MATH is ano/r link to our VERY OWN 05S01 FOTO COLLAGE!!! PLS PLS PLS make use of it by posting fotoes there k? can b any foto. ur very own personal foto, a grp foto taken, candid shots, secret shots and everything else! hahas... so yea! pls make us of it. presently, our class foto is uploaded to it. so huever wans to get it can oways "save picture as" and den save it onto ur own com!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Ya… let's treasure every single moment we have from now till next year, before each and everyone of us went on to pursue our dreams or to fulfill any required duties. Who knows?! Ten years from now… will we still have the chance to play volleyball as a class like today? 'll we still remain in contact? Hope so… but by then, all of us will be real busy with our life… Although fate and time has brought all of us together and closer respectively, it is up to us to maintain the relationship. S01 will always be S01 de right?
~~~05s01 rulz~~~
~~~05s01 rulz~~~
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
it has hit me realli hard today, tt some ppl arnd me were leavin... as in... transferring to a poly, or is being retained... din realised tt so many were goin... and wif dis, i'm realli grateful tt all of us are where we are 2day.
it seems weird to how ppl take tings for granted til its gone. well... the yrs ending in 2 days? not literal, but u get wad i mean, and b4 u noe it, its a brand new yr 2006 with fresh new faces in school, new tutors for some, and well, new environment once again... and tt signifies a brand new start for some of us, to 4get all the unhappy past this yr, and to let bygones be bygones... but well, juz note, we onli hav 1 yr left as a class, as classmates, as people whom we meet everyday and sometimes, take for granted. so, guess we should all start treasuring every moment we have as a class now, bcos in a blink of an eye, all will b taken away. the guys, off to NS we go, the gals, jia you and make it into the university. from there on, we all start brand new lives with a brand new page of a brand new chpt in our book called life.
so yea... treasure every moment... may S01 be as it's called, "One as a class, One with all, One and only One in a memory tt will soon become"
it seems weird to how ppl take tings for granted til its gone. well... the yrs ending in 2 days? not literal, but u get wad i mean, and b4 u noe it, its a brand new yr 2006 with fresh new faces in school, new tutors for some, and well, new environment once again... and tt signifies a brand new start for some of us, to 4get all the unhappy past this yr, and to let bygones be bygones... but well, juz note, we onli hav 1 yr left as a class, as classmates, as people whom we meet everyday and sometimes, take for granted. so, guess we should all start treasuring every moment we have as a class now, bcos in a blink of an eye, all will b taken away. the guys, off to NS we go, the gals, jia you and make it into the university. from there on, we all start brand new lives with a brand new page of a brand new chpt in our book called life.
so yea... treasure every moment... may S01 be as it's called, "One as a class, One with all, One and only One in a memory tt will soon become"
Friday, October 21, 2005
i hav just heard from my friend about this "Great" person
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The infamous person who invented "Project Work". The one who wanted to use such a Project to teach us about life skills like erm.. Morals( I do no see the link anywhere!) She is as deadly as Lucretia Borgia the well known poisoner.And she is as proud as a Peacock in proclaiming that the "Project work" was invented by her.
Thus, we J1 students from colleges everywhere, should give her the credit for inventing such an ingenius torture chamber without walls.It is this very project that causes us more sleepless nights than EXAMs.It is also this very project that made us stare at the computer for hours straight as we struggle to meet the deadline.
From me to Mrs Kang. Thanks so much Cher.You're the best.
(in a sarcastic tone)
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MRS KANG FROM SAJC
The infamous person who invented "Project Work". The one who wanted to use such a Project to teach us about life skills like erm.. Morals( I do no see the link anywhere!) She is as deadly as Lucretia Borgia the well known poisoner.And she is as proud as a Peacock in proclaiming that the "Project work" was invented by her.
Thus, we J1 students from colleges everywhere, should give her the credit for inventing such an ingenius torture chamber without walls.It is this very project that causes us more sleepless nights than EXAMs.It is also this very project that made us stare at the computer for hours straight as we struggle to meet the deadline.
From me to Mrs Kang. Thanks so much Cher.You're the best.
(in a sarcastic tone)
XD u hav invited a crapper!
A craPPer has been spawned for Ze 05so1 blog
for starters if a^1/3 + b^1/3 + c^1/3 = 0,
SHOW THAT ( a+b+c)^3=27abc
^ this means to the power of
HAVE FUN!!!
SO LONG!!!
for starters if a^1/3 + b^1/3 + c^1/3 = 0,
SHOW THAT ( a+b+c)^3=27abc
^ this means to the power of
HAVE FUN!!!
SO LONG!!!
Thursday, October 20, 2005
i believe most pple are sensitive at different times. for example. one may not like it when another person scolds you "go and die". well, for me, i feel that these words are just as common as "eat", "sleep", "walk". there is really no need to kick up a big fuss over something that is already a norm. (THATS JUST MY OWN OPINION). i agree that every person has their own temper. they can flare up anytime. this person, C, quit being hypersensitive. period. you are driving pple nuts. you are getting on our nerves. constantly irritating us by ur actions, which you think that are rightful.. but they are not. just behave like a normal person? mininum expectation from you. You think that you are right. but you are not. you are just living life ur own way. without concerning about other's feelings! this is SELFISH! i think you had a great time pissing pple off, we had a hard time dealing with u. dont force us to the extent that we treat u, just like a piece of glass.
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