I need a good long sleep.

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I love my epigrams.
I said this some time last year.

Your


calling


is


calling.

Inundated.
Flooded, and drowning in work.
The remedy?
As wayne says, some days you just need to sleep and do no work.
Never seemed like an option to those who care to strive for good grades?
It is starting to appear to me as an option.

Miss yao lamented how we still have 4 - 5 more weeks to face before the end of school term.
As much as i share her sentiments, i would not like to live life that way. Rushing into the end of the suffering.
Suffering can be sweet, it is just a matter of perspective.
It does not need to be self deluding, it just needs a choice to have a positive attitude.
32.5 marks for a GP test that i wrote...JOEY just wants to get this done and over with.
Yes it was supposed to be over and done with, i was that beat.
Honestly thank God for this shocking result.
AQ hit 6, breakthrough.
Summary for the 8th time in a role 3.5 marks.

START
STAR

I want to enjoy JC life, yet the work makes it barely survivable.
For those who are sleep deprived, you are not alone.


--

Bringing delight to Him.

One Step At A time.

--

My head is starting to get fried.




Soon i do crazy things like the following.




And any further agitation would result in such an expression.




Oh...



Whatever.

On the way home, i met Nah at the bus stop.
Me, "How was it like when you were J2?"
Nah, "It was both fun and Hell."

Who couldn't agree more.
I will one day step out of IJ and not be able to have so many friends in one designated location, hoping from one clique to another, and on that same day, no more insane workloads.

Soon...
Soon...
In the meantime
Savour...
Savour...

Some words ring louder than others.
And those words usually hurt.

Careful...words cut.

--

I wonder if i am better at bearing grudges now.
There are many checks i should conduct within but i don't have the time...
Not yet...
Bible reading plan is starting to prove to be quite a challenge.


I want to thank God for allowing me to get to the bus stop before it poured.

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11.47

I read these two poems for PC lit essay and got rather disturbed...

Elegy for My Father, Who is Not Yet Dead - Andrew Hudgins

One day I’ll lift the telephone
and be told my father’s dead. He’s ready.
In the sureness of his faith, he talks
about the world beyond this world
as though his reservations have
been made. I think he wants to go,
a little bit - a new desire
to travel building up, an itch
to see fresh worlds. Or older ones.
He thinks that when I follow him
he’ll wrap me in his arms and laugh,
they way he did when I arrived
on earth. I do not think he’s right.
He’s ready. I am not. I can’t
just say goodbye as cheerfully
as if he were embarking on a trip
to make my later trip go well.
I see myself on deck, convinced
his ship’s gone down, while he’s convinces
I’ll see him standing on the dock
and waving, shouting, Welcome back.
.

.

The following poem is actually 4 stanzas, with 4 lines each.

Long Distance - Tony Harrison

Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.

You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.

He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon he'd hear her key
scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.

I believe life ends with death, and that is all.
You haven't both gone shopping; just the same,
in my new black leather phone book there's your name
and the disconnected number I still call.

.

.

I was wondering why was it so difficult to understand, and then i realised it was RJC prelim 2007.

I still dont catch the 2nd poem's last stanza.

The only conclusive inference i made thus far, is that both personas are insane.

And i love the ending of both poems, or at least poem A.

I favour cyclical poems, most of the time.

It is still possible to write out an A essay, in fact not too difficult once i understood both poems.

--

I thought our lives would be rather peaceful when alarm clocks lose its rightful place, yet at the same time, chaos would ensue.

--

Sleeping early seems a near impossibility nowadays.

And why did the pencil and stapler not come home to its pencil box?

Just because i forgot to ask them back...I am for once getting irritated in quite a long time.\

No, it is confirmed, i am annoyed.

Is there a Lost and Found for a lost friend?

I done something 'brave'
I closed two tabs on firefox...
Facebook, and blogspot.
From today onwards i shall discipline myself to stop using the com so often.
Once a week!

--

Yes is the answer to the question.

I am still human,
but
He is always God.

Mistreated.
Some girls in my life should really be more appreciative.

Clearing plates.
Making the effort to talk to you nicely.
(You are the only person whom i make the effort to talk nicely to)
And helping you take your stuff.
For that i am evil.
It has been some months...


If this friendship is too hard to keep, i am prepared to let go of it.

When one is not appreciated enough, depreciation occurs.


It pales in comparison to Jesus...i am making progress though.

--

Joey has two statements on his mind now...
Where is dinner?
(Its 8.09, mum promised to buy back dinner)
And
Modern life is rubbish. Discuss.
(Promo essay he did and got 30)

Does our lives change us?
Or we change our lives, like we simply change how we live?

I did like to believe it is the first statement that is the primary source of change.
Why change your life when it is nice and comfortable.
Humans are usually not fond of change, since it encapsulates uncertainty and discomfort.

Over time we just get so used to change, that we might have forgot who we are.
Even if we remember, we might have forgotten those who used to be around us.

Today i looked at my friends, and for a few seconds i unconsciously compared myself to them.
I did not feel inferior, i just felt different.
A whisper hints, "Don't use your friends to define yourself. You are a child of God. And God will be the only person to define you."

I guess i am now struggling with humanity as a whole.
How our traits, flaws, character, and talents can so easily morph without us knowing or noticing.

--

Truth be said, i miss a lot of people. In fact tons.
I miss everyone i see.

I wonder how it feels like to see a friend slip by your hands, beyond your reach, and change beyond recognition.
Or simply they changed so much, we are too afraif to face up to it all.
It is as if, someone decide to 'mechanically agitate' the friendship till it is left in shreds, a distorted fashion.
I miss my classmate.
I miss those whom i used to think of.

I dont really miss myself, as in, my old self.
I am extremely contented with my growth, and i did love to live with the growth.
And till this point, i did like to say, i think i changed the most.

--

I am here.

--

At the end of the day...
I am simply reminded...two thing remains constant in every human,
Our need to be loved,
And Our ability to love.

I was hence reduced to this ONE line...
We are all different, yet similar, unique yet identical.

Thanks a million to Wayne and his cake.
Was kinda shock that he actually brought an entire cake to class and everyone celebrated my birthday during GP lesson.

Later on we generated positive externalities to our teachers and went to find mr cho, who was absent.
Wayne said he had an extended weekend.
We called Mr Lin out and gave him our cake.
He was shocked since his real birthday was last Thursday when we receive PW results.
So it was rather coincidental.
It was as if we stalked him.

Thanks Diyana for the breadtalk cake, which was really nice of you :D

Facebook does wonders.

I have to admit i feel pressured that so many people remembered my birthday, now I have to remember theirs.
And i am bad at remembering birthdays, really bad.
Chai is testament.
Only if you are...the conditions are too many.
Hee.

This was cell ice breaker s on saturday.



Notice Xiao Ye was not blind folded.
Xing Yu and Edwin Chia are april birthday boys too :D




Sangeek made this for me :D
Which i think totally rocks!




I was really feeling that way, after they spun us so many times around the spinning thing in the playground.
Was extremely giddy.




Group shot 1




Group shot 2




They are praying that i work harder.
Jill i wore the shirt you gave me :D
But it was so freaking comfortable in such a hot day, and i sweat like a pig.




Mu xin and his extra fingers.
Thanks Elvin for the shots.
Designed by Sangeek, not a style i fancy, but i really really appreciate it so much.




Mu Xin and his extra leg!
I may look that way, but my stomach was still hurting from the spinning.
I had laksa and ice milo for lunch less than an hour before i experience the spinning.

--

I just found out that Gabriel, my new classmate knows Edwin Thia personally.

--

For one day, I am led to believe that I can wish for anything, and it will come true.


Orange Pla Card
Nike Green Translucent bottle
Encouragement cards

Hopefully more to come :D

Wake up.
Read lots of bible.
Mug at City Hall's starbucks.
Ugly Chic Puff.
Used Mac's toilet.
.
.
.
The Orange Pencil disturbed me.
A Caucasian stranger conversed with me, Rachel Chong saw my face, and decided to come over and say hi.
A precise moment.
It really seemed like God planned for it.
We chat for a good 20 minutes, and i decided i shall mug no more and go shopping with her.
INTP.
Loud introvert, she is more interesting than i thought.

A 3 hour Lan plan turned down to 1 hour, thanks to Good Friday and poor planning.
My one hour went up at the most exciting moment...

Dinner with josh, chai, 2 Cheryls' and 1 camera.

--

I am glad i listened to God today and yesterday :D
He told me i would get A for PW.
Even though my faith was still tested when Mr lim was about to tell us the results.
I asked Him if my parents would give me additional 20 dollars because i treated chai and josh a little for cafe cartel.
My father pulled out 20 bucks from his wallet without any questions, it was as if God told him this would happen.
So both came to pass :D
My faith is built bit by bit, just like this.

"I dont have to be loud in volume, I just have to be Me."
Well said Daddy :D

I met my brother on the bus, Somerset.

--

Jill, you are missed, even though i talk to you quite often online.
I never really missed you when you're in Singapore, but mm...
I have no further comments.
I hope i will be able to churn out something nice and fast enough for your bday present.
Be sure to do it.
And i want mute math Spotlight EP! :D

--

Should i join media ministry?
They need a guy who would do sound, and i want to do sound.
.
.
.
Why not?


"I dont have to be loud in volume, I just have to be Me."

VALIDATION


Awesome video.


You are great! You are aaamazing!

--

The use of black and white brings out the simplest of emotions.
In a black and white world, smiles can still exist.

I absolutely love his intonation.
All of his sincerity is placed into it, and imagine you were the person listening to what he said to you, you did indeed feel great.
The first person point of view approach to the film makes it extremely personal.
However, i found a few parts a little confusing.
The continuity was not at its best, but still.
You are awesome!

Sports day.
My class girls ran for 8 X 50m.
4 out of the 8 were from my class.
They came in first with considerable distance from the runner up.

I have 6 maths questions which i shall do early in the morning.
I slack through my night, and i happen to stumbleupon this anime.

Onegai twins.
I am already falling in love with it, and for me to fall in love with anything, it aint that easy, the criterias are high and many.

Some of the epigrams used,
"But you had a reason to come here. Even if you knew it would be like this, you had your reasons to do it.
"We have to look carefully. Leave the scenery in our eyes, keep them as memories.

"If I am related to you, I dont want to leave you behind. I dont want to leave a relative behind.
"Even though we might be strangers?
"We might be relatives too.

More than that, the composition of each frame, themes, music accompaniment, introduction of each main character, the main plot outline, and use of colours at certain scenes, is absolutely stunning.

It is simple, yet so apt and concise.

--

You are missed.

I miss my classmate.

I did not blog for 7 days.
Interesting.

--

God has been teaching me how to appreciate His art this week.
It is true we take so little time, to appreciate the ever changing art of His.

One thing He has been emphasising, there is no need to rush.
Life loses its purpose when you rush.

--

I met up with Audrey.
After close to one year of supposed appointments that got canceled.

Went to Eighteen Chefs.
They now have a queue.
AD shifts right, but a time lag has caused AS to shift less than AD.
[Zwitterion]
We actually sat with two 'couples', one married, and one just plain friends.
We were wedged between both groups.

6 chairs, 3 tables, 3 sets of people.
PNC [How many ways can these 6 individuals sit with no restriction?]
We were sitting side by side, so we could hear each other's conversations, while enjoying our dinner.
Thoroughly interesting.

--

Candice, if you happen to read this...
I believe what mr lim says, and anyway his point is to make us mug, even though he employs subtle reverse psychology on us.
I believe what Jill says too, about her classmate, who got USS for block test, and AAA for prelim 1 all the way through A levels.
I believe this is still possible, the school culture does play a part, but in the end, the one who runs on this race, is yourself.
So we still can do this.

It is okay to be real.
Stay real.

--

Joey has to keep running, just like 2.4, when your mind fails you, the only way to reach the finish line, is to discipline the mind.
Run on!
I use to tell myself, the only reason for you to stop running, is when your femurs break.
This is the final lap, no matter how hard your breathing gets, it will end very soon.

Give everything.
Everything.
Nothing less.
Only more.