I will spend one hour,
One precious and irreversible hour,
Doing something important
Something i have not done for a
really
really
really,
long time.

I want to do nothing.

--

I thought of setting up a shop for people to sleep in, i will charge them 2 dollars per hour just to sleep on the beds in my shop.

To a certain extent, i would be very rich.
However, i guess the very reason why this would work is simply because everyone is deprived of sleep, then again, they are too busy to sleep even though the demand is there.

How can i consider sleep as an intangible luxury good, i am deprived.

--

Imagine, if you are disillusioned with the belief that impossible is nothing,
nothing is impossible,
and everything that you imagine as possible,
is possible.

--

God is still holding my hand. In that i lay my assurance.

--



I so want to do this one day.

Joey concluded, if he is to take A levels tmr, he is going to fail miserably.

At least he is aware.

--

If we take our JC2 life and measure the amount of leisure time we have, i guess our standard of living is miserably low. Sometimes i wonder if we are really better off than those trapped in poverty, in many ways yes, but in one significant way, no.

--

I guess Innovians are people who keep our threshold for laughter low. Really low.

IJC (Insane Junior College). We made this up some time back last year.

--

One day JC life will end, and i wont get to greet people wherever i go.
It doesnt matter where you come from, what matters is that you are wearing the school uniform, and as long as that applies, nothing much is hindering the acquaintanceship from taking flight.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Life goes on.
Life will go on.


Imagination

Let me be reminded



And for some of us out there



I dream about other parts of the world
How would it be like sitting somewhere else instead of, here



And when i cant sleep
I look at such bewildering pictures




And how often my thoughts lead me far away



To such a beautiful sky
Such a bold tree



To the language of the oceans
And the writings of the waves


Sometimes i might cry



Over the most trivial and frivolous



Matters

Sometimes i like surprises



And here s a face of mine in return


Sometimes i just
Need people around me



If not i did lend up like her



Thinking
Accompanied by a cup of coffee




I asked myself
If my eyes shone like hers
And if i
Smile just like her



If i ever felt those waters
And seen those trees



Felt the green pasture
Beneath my feet


I will take myself to the skies


And stay close to the clouds

I will




Now if you would just



Imagine
Beyond the realms of your imagination
Imagine how much more
You can achieve




--




Expand your dream.

Contemplative. Diving deep into my ocean of thoughts.
Shivering. I see flickers of ray shining in.
Wonder. The beauty surrounds me.
Amazement. I have only One person to share this with.

--

I wonder if we lose our friends as we grow older.
We lose them because we simply stop seeing each other in a structural context.
And we never dared to make that first phone call, we never broke out of that shyness, and none of us dared to take the step of asking the other out.
Or maybe, we never had enough time, rushing off into our daily lives.
Living life as if we are its slave, to meet up to the daily quota life imposes on us.
Since the consequences gives us so much trepidation.
Yet the consequences of losing a friend seems more immense, to some of us.
When the courage has been kept aside for long enough, now taken out of the nostalgic freezer, we find that everything is so fragile, we are afraid of being turned down, we are afraid that it might be awkward.
And just like a story which has no ending, so is the friendship.
Like a piece of music, there is no...distinct last note, it just abruptly
Stops
.
We may argue that all friendships has no proper last note, but at least the music plays on, the story goes on.


I wish i could shrink all my precious and treasured friends down to little gems. Bring them along with me to wherever i venture and whatever i endeavor in this life. Yet, i guess most stories i set out to write, will be left incomplete, and i would have to part with them eventually.

However, i had the chance to hold my pen, and craft these precious stories.
Some lines might be regrettable, lessons to learn at those points.
And other lines, will simply make me beam with smiles.
One thing is final, i hold my pen, and i choose to write lines, that makes people smile.

--

In a few years to come, i will not study anymore, i will be off fighting for a greater cause in this world.
I will feed the hungry!

I showered. I thought. How would it be when i die, and at my funeral, who would turn up?
For those whom i wish to see, will they be there? Will they be informed?
My greatest victory in life, is not how much i earn, but how many turns up for my funeral.
They may cry, but their faces will be lit with smiles.
Because i made that difference in their lives.

--

Conviction grips me,
I know
I am
So much more than this.

And you can be,
No you will be,
If you just,
Just
Use your imagination,
And
Let your imagination beget
Your conviction.

--

One day after i get out of this routine life, i will start describing each day, with either 3 words, or 3 lines. The arrangement is worth noting.

--

I found this on my childhood friend's blog.


--

Captivated. At the heart of the ocean, lies this seashell.
Mesmerized. I found what i was searching for.

I am contemplating.
Not of suicide but on humanity.

The two general reasons i can conclude why people divorce, is first, failure to accept flaws, and failure to change for the better. Usually, it is a combination of both.

The closer i get to my friends, the more evident their flaws are. I don't blame God that i am observant by nature, when it comes to this aspect. I am still thankful for this though.
But i find it frightening, that all these flaws i see, creates repulsion between me and people. The more flaws i see, the less i value my friends, and eventually they would become less than strangers if i do not do anything about this.

I created this small little table in my head.
Stage 1: People who Only and ONLY sees the good side of people.
Stage 2: People who Sees both the good and bad side of people. The bad side outweighs the good side.
Stage 3: People who Sees both the good and bad side of people, and yet found the grace to accept both.

I am currently parked at stage 2. I asked God why am i parked that, as it seems to me stage 1 is nicer than stage 2. Then He told me, at least you are not ignorant.

We know that God accepts us all, not simply because we are His creation by default, but because He loves, unending in His grace.
Imagine God, measures us with perfect standards, what would we look like?
Yeah, He is good God and He would not do something like this.
Then why do we expect/presume our friends to be perfect?
Okay, they aren't perfect, then why cant you accept them?
Isn't the failure to accept their imperfection an expectation that they should be perfect?
Have you forgotten, you are flawed too?

--

By human nature, we are always finding reasons to sigh over.
But let us be reminded, rejoice and rejoice always.
Find reasons to rejoice.
There will always be one.
Christ resurrected.

--

I fear that i am turning into an unloving, reptile like creature.
But i am sure God will do something to prevent that.

As can be seen from extract 1,

Candice: Joey! Eat faster! We late edi..I'm demanding you!
Joey: Oh, so I'm supplying you is it?

This is the problem of studying too much econs.
For those who didnt realise, there were innuendos in that statement, which i only realised after Wayne whacked me.
SO so wrong.

As for literature, i am currently studying a playwright who pioneered the gay movement, and caused the invention of the following word, Homosexual.
His name is Oscar Wilde.

And today i got to play Whose Line Is It Anyways foreign language game, was rather interesting.

Oh i am officially an emcee for Pre U sem this year.
=D

I am still learning God's grace this year.
Its a different volume all together, but nevertheless intriguing.
How His grace enables us to have capabilities that all began from Him.

--

And I see like it is now or never,
Can i break the spell,
Of the typical?

Joey is currently conducting a self assessment progression analysis.

Joey wonders if he has been mugging too hard.
Joey is glad that he has been able to mug rather consistently through the past 4 - 5 weeks.
Yet Joey seems to feel the need to push harder when there is lesser work at the current moment.
Higher activation energy required, no more catalyst (Homework)...

Joey takes life as it is, never fearing the mountain like workload waiting for him.
Joey learns how to mug fast, i.e 40 pages of econs notes in one hour, three chapters of organic chemistry in one bus ride.
Joey feels guilty every time he slacks, it is as if he has committed an abomination.
Joey wonders who is free on Friday to go out with him.
Joey is highly intrigued by his stomach, because he ate at 7pm, and now at 11pm he feels the hunger within.
Joey wonders why has econs permeate into every single subject, especially Gp.

Joey needs to learn how to rest.
Yet when Joey tries to learn this, he remembers what Jill said to him last year, to not lose the pace in mugging.
Ops, rest and slacking is different.
Yet in such a zzz society, how do we even find the difference between the both?


Joey envies all the sec3s whose life looks so comfortable compared to his. (Which i know is untrue, and Joey should stop comparing)
For one, Joey has been taking exams and tests at 550pm, sometimes ending at 710pm.
This is a common practice for Joey.

--

Now after some slacking / resting, (unable to distinguish difference, ironically JC caliber?)
Joey feels much better.
I think its because i decided to talk to those close to me.
And i suddenly feel human again, and not filled with economic and chemistry terms.
Like conc H2SO4, Cleavage Oxidation, Mild oxidation, gini coefficient, inordinate, sustained general increase in prices = inflation.... .... ....

Joey knows he is worth so much more than this, and can achieve so much more than this.
As thought and predicted by himself, he has been learning lessons on learning itself once again after 4 -5 weeks in school.
Life keeps changing, its evolving, or at least i choose to look at it this way.
Guess that s where Joey growth comes in? (Economic growth = national income rises, and other conditions applied)

--

Only through the grace of Christ

Keep rocking on!

You are my Daddy
It starts with Your heart.
Your heart for me.
To be the very reason
Why Your heart beats.

In the vastness
Of the entire universe,
Of Your countless thoughts
In the middle, will be where i am.

Your hands
They weigh the oceans
Your ears
Catches my deepest cry

I wish i had the answer
To this question,
Why the universe,
Just for me?

Each sunrise,
Is a kiss from You.
Each blue sky,
Is Your love to me.

Like a little child
To his loving Daddy

I held your tender hands
I whispered into Your ears
You are my Daddy.

--

I learnt that God is fastest, when it comes to forgiving.

We always think that God is one who remains calmed, composed, slow to anger.
But we never pictured Him as fast.
Lightning fast, no beyond that.
And that is how He is like when it comes to forgiveness.

Learn how to say sorry, even though it is just one word, the weight is immense.

Parametric linguistic equation.

Learn how to say sorry, even though it is just one word.

Even though sorry is just one word, the weight is immense.

Let me be once again reminded, we are all flawed.
As i grow closer to people, the more apparent each of my friend's flaws get.
Its quite bad, i can practically name at least one, but usually a couple of flaws in each of my friend.

Yet, flaws makes us unique.
The flaw itself is what makes us unique, set apart from someone else.
The scary bit is, your flaw is in your personality, it is in your character.
Till you change your character and personality, the flaw will stay, and most probably you are blinded to it, because it is just part of you, and you see no need to discard that flaw and exchange it for room for Christ to work in.

However, the rationale that flaws justify our consistent mistakes and refusal to change, in my opinion should not be established.

Remembering that we are all flawed serves as a reminder that we should not judge, be quick to forgive, and always show grace.
But there still remains the spirit of excellence, which is to consistently change for the better.

Excellence does not equate to perfection or ideality.
Excellence equates to making the right choice at every single turning point.

--


Cheese baked rice please do not make me fat!

Drawing on my fine command of the English Language, I said nothing.

Robert Benchley

- Silence is speech.



"I am" is reportedly the shortest setence in the English Language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest sentence?

George Carlin


Marriage a lifetime commitment.

--

Starting to get the big picture.

Cheese baked rice please be my dinner today.

Kinetics is gay!!!
Why must it connect to almost everything i learnt in chemistry? Besides Chem bonding, Atomic structure and the equilibria.

Noobified.

--

They are all short videos of Mute math Vlogs.



Look carefully he is holding onto 3 sticks instead of 2.



Clapping, its interesting they can even produce something like this.



This one is real cool!




And this video is the reason why i will buy their new album.


Finally found a band worth my admiration.
:D
I have really high standards i guess?

--

Stop chasing, start running.

I miss going airport.
Going esplanade.
Sitting somewhere i can chill and look at people.

I am so looking forward to going to esplanade on 27th for West Grand Boulevard's concert with nat.
I pray all will go well.
We will both be free.
And God will take care of the tickets and everything else.
Amen!
=D

I need to get new shoes.
I need to clear up my room.
I need to finish up my Christmas letters.
I know, i know...

--


I read this on a friend's blog.
[
I adore English - the language. But I dislike literature. I don't know how that works out but maybe it's because as Ben says, I like more logical language as opposed to flowery and emotional words. Then again, I might do psych in the future, so word analysis might be useful.
]
I hereby denounce such an imposition on literature.
Nothing against personal perceptions and beliefs.
But literature is the only subject that contains so much logic backed by emotional.
And not emotions backed by logic.

The literature lessons I've sat through last year and this year, has taught me one thing, the basis of literal argument, will never stand on emotional grounds.
I've read poems that are so ingenious in its crafting that it totally blown me away.
There were more than undertones to what was written.
I was practically shocked, reduced to a state of awe and amazement, that something so witty could even be penned.

Emotional literature has always turned me off, its the easiest to understand, and requires a slight fraction of your brain. Any goon can write an emotional poem.
But the poems that i will never forget, brings you to face life in its barest form, brings you to a scene played over and over again in so many different angles.

Each poem stand at its pinnacle when it is penned in such a way to evoke you to take action towards a certain issue.
Words impact and move people.
Anything less than taking an action, is an infringement of your personal belief.
This is the power of literature.

Lit is life.
No other subject on the curriculum, makes you look at life and death, side by side, and to value life while it last.

The capacity of literature reaches far beyond words...
sadly few are aware of its potential.
Even fewer knows how to wield it.

--

Spotlight by Mutemath has chilled the burnout.
makes me think i can fly!

--

I am so much more than who i think i am.
So
Much
More

First burnout of the year.

I will keep count how many times i reach this state.
Its only the beginning of February.

The year 1s are coming in.
This means:
Canteen will be crowded, our space is compromised.
More EYE candies, even though Joey has countless eye candies already. [Its good to have eye candies, life becomes much more enjoyable, school much more interesting]
More friends to be made.
Look at year 1s suffer from the atrocities PW has to offer.
One step closer to As.

Honestly i am kind of excited the year 1s are coming in. They will soon conform to INNOVA's culture!
Really wonder how they are like, and seriously hope they are more than what they seem, even though 85% will be coming from neighbourhood schools.

--

I love maths tuition.

No wonder God said have fun.
And the NJC paper, was a total killer, even the tuition teacher was like pitying his NJ students who took the paper.
We took half an hour to do 1 question.
No,the tutor was explaining 98% of the time, and the other 2% of the time was for us to read and attempt the question.

--

Maybe i should go for a mission trip with my schoolmate, for a month long next year.
If i dont get enlisted so soon.

--

I wonder how many of us keep growing each day.

I've walked through so many seasons, I've lost track of where i left off.
Even as near as 15.
For 4 years, my life changed so drastically. Interesting.
I've changed too much for 4 years.
But i know there are always cases involving greater magnitude than mine.

--

If we were all along more than who we are.

Make your life count!

I will get Mute Math's new album!!!

For the first time in my life, i am loving a band for more than a year. I think.

--

I await my new room, in heaven.
God will bring me a tour, show me the photos He taken of me when i reach heaven.
The one camera you will never run away from, God's camera.
I will await for the poems He written for me.
I will await to watch the process He took to create me in my mother's womb.
I will await the history lesson He will give.

For now, Mute Math is taking over my ears!
Spotlight!