back from Cebu i learnt a lot there, forged new friendships too. grew a tiny step closer to God too. its tiny, but its still a step, and im glad (:
heress a quote from marvin. be honoured!
Everyone of us has battle to fight for. It may not be too easy to win it but the moment you're on His side. You will always know that you're winning. -Marvin Marabulas
-clara! (more to come)
Jesus, You love me.
6:46 AM
Friday, November 27, 2009
go
bye Singapore.
hello lost souls, Dad's waiting.
Jesus, You love me.
2:42 AM
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Pests
everytime i write a compo, i end up losing it. haha. and when the time comes when i want to read it again, i cant find it, or i've thrown it away, or it got lost somewhere in the mountain of papers in my cabinet. but whatever. the next time i write a compo, im gonna post it here, where the only change of it getting lost is when i delete this blog. okay but whatever thats not the point. well but im starting with this one. not gonna post my marks, lest some people say im showing off. but heck with you guys.
here goes.
Pests “Pest. A word commonly used to describe someone who is irritating or bothersome ; An insect or creature that causes disturbance to a person’s life. Plural for pest, pests. “ I closed the Oxford dictionary, wondering to myself. I did not look like an insect or a creature, and neither was I irritating. Why then did ‘kor’ refer to me as a pest? I was just trying to show him the picture I had drawn of him in school today. Pest. Pest. Pests. I rolled the word around in my head. I did not understand. Approaching my father, I asked him, “Dad, what is a pest?”. Without shifting his gaze from the newspaper, he said, “You. So irritating. Can’t you act a little more like your age?”. Confused and puzzled, I shuffled back to my room. The dictionary never mentioned that pests did not act their age. Pest. I sat at the kitchen table, once again doodling with my ‘Crayola’ crayons. I was happy. I had found a pretty yellow book with rectangular pages. There seemed to be some writing on it, but that did not matter. It was yellow. I continued drawing pictures on the rectangular pages, until every single page was filled. Feeling extremely proud of my handiwork, I trooped to the kitchen and shoed my drawings to my mother. “You pest! How could you draw on the chequebook!”, she screamed. I did not understand. The dictionary never mentioned that pests drew on chequebooks. But what was a chequebook anyway? Pest. My mother signed me up from a new course. I wonder why she even bothered to. All the past courses I had attended never wanted me back again. They called me a pest too. “ Mr Collins is different”, my mother had said. Then again, didn’t she say that everytime? I sat on a beautiful cream cololured carpet, staring at a few colourful blocks on the ground. I was bored. Mr Collins was trying to explain some sort of theory to me. I did not understand. The doorbell rang, and he got up to answer it. I returned my gaze to the pretty carpet I was sitting on. It looked rather plain, I decided, and took out my box of paints. Ten minutes passed. Smiling widely, I sat back and admired my work of art. I bet even Leonardo Da Vinci could not paint something as beautiful as that. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a shout from Mr Collins. “You horrible pest! How dare you paint on my expensive carpet! It’s Tunisan! Get out of here you pest! Get out! “ he was hysterical. Gripped with fear, I ran out of the open door, away from the painted carpet, the colourful bocks, away from Mr Collins. Pest. Back home, my mother had just got off the telephone. She gave me a weary look, and left me standing in the doorway. I had wanted so much to tell her all about the pretty cream coloured carpet. Maybe next time. The next day, my dad decided to send me to a new school. I think it is called, “School For The Mentally Retarded”. It was really small and cosy. The walls were painted a pretty colour too. There I met many new people. I liked them. We painted walls, drew pictures and sang songs all day long. I loved my new school. One day, my new friend and I were wandering around the school. We found a beautifully furnished room, with a white leather sofa, a wooden table and a huge grandfather clock. But it looked so dull. My friend and I decided to add some colour to the room. Halfway through, the door opened and in stepped the headmistress. Her mouth opened. I shut my eyes tight. I knew what was coming. “You pests!” We turned to look at each other. I smiled. It felt good hearing the word ‘Pests’. I was not alone anymore. “Pests. Plural for Pest.” Oxford dictionary.
there.
-clara
Jesus, You love me.
9:24 PM
vanilla twillight
The stars lean down to kiss you, And I lie awake I miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere. 'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly, But I'll miss your arms around me. I'd send a postcard to you dear, 'Cause I wish you were here.
I watch the night turn light blue. But it's not the same without you, Because it takes two to whisper quietly, The silence isn't so bad, Till I look at my hands and feel sad, 'Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly.
I'll find repose in new ways, Though I haven't slept in two days, 'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone. But drenched in Vanilla twilight, I'll sit on the front porch all night, Waist deep in thought because when I think of you. I don't feel so alone. I don't feel so alone. I don't feel so alone.
As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight. I'll think of you tonight.
When violet eyes get brighter, And heavy wings grow lighter, I'll taste the sky and feel alive again. And I'll forget the world that I knew, But I swear I won't forget you, Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh darling I wish you were here.
Jesus, You love me.
7:44 PM
Sunday, November 8, 2009
:D
after not blogging for so long. i have forgotten how to start. haha i was like deciding between a: hello world. or a hey. or a aha! but never mind. haha you didnt need to know that. or rather, you guys, whoever is reading this, didnt need to know that. okay im going in circles and making myself sound retarded.
hmm.
okay. its been a really busy week. horrible man. but that aside, yesterday was pretty fun. and so was the day before yesterday. okay fine. friday and saturday was pretty fun. haha
on friday we went to some china teahouse in uh. chinatown i think. isit. and yes i was being excited the whole week about the free cha ye dans we'd be getting and the RUMOURED fried ice cream! haha. note rumoured. the thing is, it wasnt even fried ice cream! its. ice cream in a cream puff. -.- and its tiny. ):
but anyway thats not the point. haha. okay well i mean, it IS the point, since the food and the tea was the main highlight...
but that aside, lest saw and lammy claim im a glutton..
the guy at the teahouse was super angsty, cause before my class, some childish teenagers intelligently put their hands into the super hot, boiling water of a glass teapot, claiming that it wasnt hot and did it just to prove the angsty man that it wasnt, thus boling their pudgy little hands. HA.
and yes, because the man was angsty, he warned us in a unfriendly tone, to not repeat the same thing and also told us that for each cup broken, we would have to pay for the whole set, which is 450 dollars, and that the glass teapot is worth 200 bucks.
and guess what?
okay you've probably guessed it. yes i ALMOST broke both. zai right.
and you know, all i was doing was innocently pouring tea. its almost exactly like, tripping over nothing, which im capable of, so i suppose that explains it all.
haha. I REALLY DIDNT MEAN IT. ):
and the teahouse guy was sooooooooo disappointed that nothing broke. like, the lid of the glass teapot dropped onto one cup and they both crashed onto each other, creating some. ting a ling a ling sound, except it doesnt sound as pleasant when you know that if it breaks you gotta pay 700 bucks.
gay much. haha. but thank God nothing broke (:
so that was pretty eventful. haha a day at the teahouse. sounds so innocent. HAHA.
then on sat we had missions training and i skipped annual hike recee to go for that. leaving poor nana to walk 21km with a piece of wood(deon) shh. hahha and now i owe her cheese ruffles ): but anyway im glad i went for training. it was good.. had fun during lunch and yeahh. God spoke and it was just whoa mmmm. oh and at night there was some galatians bible study. i badly wanted to go. haiz. but my mom didn't let. so oh well. but i did do some reading at home...
oh and as a side note, olevel chinese is 2 days away. thats horrible. bleagh.
weeeelll thats all i guess. haha.
and i'd bet you 10 that friends like you arent forever.
-clara
Jesus, You love me.
3:18 AM
Friday, November 6, 2009
kite runner
For you, a thousand times over.
Jesus, You love me.
5:31 AM
Friday, October 23, 2009
42nd student council
wello.
i was looking around youtube when i stumbed(sorta) upon the video of the 39th student council's investiture.
i really liked that dance. haha
anyway. my point.
as i watched this video, it got me thinking.
okay my points here may be a lil jumbled cause i cant phrase my thoughts properly right now.
in sec 1 my sis told me not to join council. she told me to reject the form. or whatsoever thingy. well. i was kinda doubtful. and i did want to know what council was like. it looked fun. haha. (it used to be fun. trust me) and i actually thought to myself that if i didnt like it i could always quit or something(sorry la sec1 still stupid)
well.
i got sent to RNE. okay i secretly didnt like rne. i mean. i always wanted to join pub. but that aside. yea well. i thought my comm was awesome. we were secretly the most fun. kapoking ice cream catching cockroaches hiding minle's stuff fooling around in the stall
and all that. i loved it.
well that was sec 1.
then in sec 2. things changed. main reason? mr chua left. when he left, everything just became screwed. comms merged. a new commitee which didnt last for more than 3 months collapsed. our aircon got removed. )):
it was just really sad and just a screwed up year for council.
but like all the batches that were in charge, they always were pretty bonded. okay fine. maybe i dont know much. there must have been plenty of internal conflict and lots of SMs were left out. but when they decided to come together as one batch. they did. the people were commited. well at least 99.9 percent of them. and. comparing that to our batch this year. i really dont know what to say.
im not saying that our pres and vice pres are doing a bad job. in fact their really doing great. its not easy being in charge too.
but what bothers me is how closely knit our batch people are. its obvious that theres a seperation between the exco and the SMs.
many SMs are still unhappy about not being told the council room code. i know you guys have your reasons. but at least you could have explained them on hand. and none of the other batches ever did this before. this makes us no different from the sec2s and the sec1s. well. maybe the only difference is that we have a more professional looking badge or something. but heck with that. whats the point of calling ourselves a batch, of coming together only when we NEED to, and just throwing those less popular councillors aside while the greater ones step in and bask in whatever glory thats left of student council. (this sentence sounds weird)
think about it.
(no hard feelings to any of the names mentioned)
ever seen wendy step up to do anything? why do you think i suddenly slackened and started skipping morning meetings, late for meetings, no enthusiasm at all? (not like im a big shot but its just an example)
its just dead la. okay maybe not to some of you guys. but. to me i feel that its dead. i dont feel a point in carrying on in council. sure i love my comm. the fun in it, the people in it. but im just tired.
i could go on all day.
but even so it wouldnt change anything. maybe make some people feel a twinge of guilt here and there. but its not like i gain any pleasure out of doing so. im just. ranting my thoughts here.
so back to the video. i never see my batch do stuff like that. its always splitted up into comms. we never have full attendence for meetings or anything well maybe we do. but its only after their threatened or something. wheres the 'spirit of council' man?
now when we do things for council is it only because we HAVE to do it? because yu ping said so? because pris said so? because i'll get fired if i dont do so? because i'll get a yellow form/see teacher if i dont do so?
is this the motivation behind out works?
i think it is.
is it supposed to be this way?
no.
our work is supposed to be based on our commitment towards council. and where does that commitment come from?
