I can't believe that in two days, school will be over. It seems absolute ages ago when we first stepped into our new sec 3 classrooms, waiting nervously for our teachers to come in and introduce ourselves and wonder, what will this year be like?
But now it's almost over. I suppose it's been a pretty reasonable year. Depends how you see it, really. Same for all things, isn't it? As long as you want it to be a good day, it will be.
The end is always sad. Because you know that all the good times that you've had (like OBS), won't ever come back again. And you might never be so close to the same people again. Or sometimes, you might almost certainly never see someone again. LIke Madam Mak, who's leaving to go to Hong Kong. She's been a great principal.
I suppose that overall, it's that feeling of loss and sentimentality. Some experiences that we've been through, together all alone, that have moulded us into who we are now, and create our thoughts; will never be ever again.
Like yesterday's Arena first round. They kept us waitng for like another one hour, and we were freaking out in that room!! WE just kept repeating our speeches and giving each other POIs. And wearing the blazer makes you feel kinda cool. Though I slipped like two or three times wearing those court shoes. But still, when it came down to the cut of it, the part that we'd all been anxiously waiting for, it was over really fast. Yes, we were nervous. But somehow we got through, and that was the coolest part.
It's like everything else. You wait and nibble on your fingernails, just for that one single moment. And whent that moment finally comes, it's over so quickly. But then you realise that it's not the moment that counts, but the time spent waiting anxiously, fretting nervously, that really makes you who you are.
I'd like to thank everyone for shaping me and shaping my memories. It may be true that we all are, in fact, alone in the world, but most of the time, we're not. So thank you, for just being you.
Oh, and happy holidays!
[ T-ray* ] blogged @ 5:03 AM
Friday, October 13, 2006
Watch this. It's beautiful.
I guess it's at times like this when you realise how truly hopeful life can be, and how miniscule and unimportant other things are. There are some things that cannot be said with words, nor written with the flair and beauty.
Sometimes we get too preoccupied with our lives and rush on like racecarts oblivious to the plants and the people and world, spinning on and hurtling on- nowhere really, we just like to feel ourselves ahead of others, to see the other stutter and lag behind. And after awhile, we lose sight of ourselves, and our purpose and the beauty that adorns the world with hope and love and faith that glimmer like diamonds against a setting sun.
And after awhile, we are simply set on autopilot, doing the things that we have been doing for the past years, because we felt we had to, because everyone else was, because if we did not we would not survive. We rush on, shrouded by the mist that engulfs us and clouds our view.
Sometimes we get too tainted and suaded by soceity and what it expects of us. Money, fame, a good degree from a top university, popularity, a high paying job, a house adorned with asturns of all sorts and paintings. The pressure is on, even when you're barely 6, there are expectations that drive us off course; that force us to be someone that we were not meant to be.
There are some things that we cannot dictate in our lives. We cannot say, for example, how lucky we will be during an exam, or how leniently our teachers will mark, or how nice our bosses will be, or how many bonuses will get.
We can dictate, however, how successful we will be in terms of work. There are those who go out of their way to please and brown nose those that stand on high pedestrials: the CEOs, the big bosses. They are the ones who win all the big salaries, who earn the high pay, who buy the big cars, who flaunt their wealth with their branded goods and glittering jewelry that hand off them like ornaments on a Christmas tree. They are also the ones who look like they have the most, but who have nothing. Because after awhile, no amount of money or materials can fill the void in your heart; because money does nothing. You buy a car, the pride of your life; you flaunt it around for awhile, but after sometime you realise that hey! other people have that car too, and after awhile, they get used to you having that sleek metal body.
Sometimes it's good if, in the midst of all the work, we just stop and try to love.
My friends who sent me this added a P.S:
Watch this if you have a spare moment...And if anyone asks, we started the Singapore "Free Hugs" movement in ACS International. :D
So worth the 3.39 mins: :D
Free Hugs Campaign. Inspiring Story! (music by sick puppies)
[ T-ray* ] blogged @ 7:23 AM
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Just to reiterate what everyone has been saying...
It's so strange to wake up and not have to study, and count the number of hours you have left to study, and how much you can stick in in that extra minute; and look at a nugget and not think white blood cell; and cut yourself on a door and look at the blood and ponder about the blood plasma and what it contains; or put on your shoe and think how Stalin's reign had no chance for consumer goods or about the American boom and bust; or lie in bed unable to sleep and think that the way to sleep is X=....
