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School is sliding into craziness. (But it's not so bad when you've great companions who crack you up over a yummy nasi lemak supper at ulu sembawang. It's a die die must try. Happy Birthday Rah Rah!)
Anyway 1 presentation and 1 assignment to submit EVERY week plus a ton of media law readings and FYP philipines trip planning/contact sourcing is driving me slightly bonkers.
kind of overwhelming, yet kind of thrilling all at once, especially after finally getting some positive feedback from overseas contacts today! :) yay.
it is a relief that things are beginning to take shape slowly but steadily. At least i can see our project heading somewhere now :)
The cloud of gloom will soon go AND things will look better!
have i not mentioned that i hope we don't get lost in phiphi?
3 girls lost in an ulu village doesn't sound like anything to smile or laugh about when we don't speak tagalog. More maps to print and reading up to do!
This is an excerpt from the film, Smoke, directed by Wayne Wang, which i watched in class last week and like very much :)
Sometimes the lens captures things we don't even pay attention to.
Slowing down opens our eyes to see beautiful things.
#1: And alas, i fell to the floor with a crash..because my chair leg broke, smack in the middle of canteen B, with a thousand pair of eyes staring at me in disbelief.
A historical moment of my NTU life and a testament of the cui-ness of canteen chairs.
Today's classic embarassment has left me deeply grieved that my companions were completely indifferent to my leaning over...just because they thought i was just being clumsy again.
And when they realise the existence of Mr shaky chair legs, they roll on the floor and laugh along!!!!! Sigh...what friends have i made.
#2: My forehead zit burst today and evolved into a red little dried up dot! (if it's not too small to see below) I call this Natural Bindi. Just too bad it's probably going to drop off when Sarah's North Indian party comes along. Welcome to Bollywood!
我竟然沒有調頭 最殘忍那一刻
靜靜看你走 一點都不像我
原來人會變得溫柔 是透澈的懂了
愛情是流動的 不由人的
何必激動著要理由
相信你只是怕傷害我
不是騙我 很愛過誰會捨得
把我的夢搖醒了 宣布幸福不會來了
用心酸微笑去原諒了
也翻越了 有昨天還是好的
但明天是自己的 開始懂了
快樂是選擇
:P
靜靜看你走 一點都不像我
原來人會變得溫柔 是透澈的懂了
愛情是流動的 不由人的
何必激動著要理由
相信你只是怕傷害我
不是騙我 很愛過誰會捨得
把我的夢搖醒了 宣布幸福不會來了
用心酸微笑去原諒了
也翻越了 有昨天還是好的
但明天是自己的 開始懂了
快樂是選擇
:P
it's been a long while.
since pictures went to flames.
a teary-eyed familiar face came close.
eyes sunken with remorse and pain.
i stood still and held my breath
heart heavier than before
watching your silhouette drift away
love called to me once more
"run along now, run along free
don't look back at this mad lad you see"
has courage found you on the road home?
since pictures went to flames.
a teary-eyed familiar face came close.
eyes sunken with remorse and pain.
i stood still and held my breath
heart heavier than before
watching your silhouette drift away
love called to me once more
"run along now, run along free
don't look back at this mad lad you see"
has courage found you on the road home?
My brain is crawling. I think i haven't studied for way too long and my engine hasn't quite started after 8 months. (6 months on attachment and 2 months vacation--december and july) Media law readings look alien, and the way i'm processing information is super duper tortoise SLOW.
Anyway school has started and the only exciting thing about this semester is photojournalism. (YES i got into the class *grins*)
A fantastic excuse to spend time playing with my school borrowed DSLR and exploring all the camera functions. I'm not that sure about assignment grades, but I am a HAPPY student learning to take talking pictures for now.
"Life is transient isn't it?" she said.
"It's just been a month and i've attended one wedding and two funerals." I couldn't agree more with her.
I was shopping with a good friend today when we started having a conversation about how terribly fragile life is.
At the same moment a baby is being born to parents with beaming faces, another person breathes his last.
Just a few hours ago i was planning to do this and that today and the next minute i find myself driving my gong gong (grandfather)to A&E at Changi General Hospital. A few hours later, i realise that the doctors suspect he may have a minor stroke and has to be warded.
The days i have left with him are numbered, simply because he's getting on with age.(he's close to 90-years-old already)
Simple health problems are magnified greatly when one is aged. Moreover, my grandmother passed on some three years ago and he really misses life without her.
The Beatles has this very old song called "we can work it out" in which John Lennon and Paul McCartney croon "Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend".
Time is fleeting, life is transient and sometimes we never know when we'll next see someone.
Too often, i forget to resolve issues, simply because i assume i'll still see whoever anyway. (my brother will probably laugh if he sees this)
But no matter how many TOUCHWOODS are said, that doesn't change the fact that life is not really in our control.
Someone i know has just lost her 23-year-old friend to a sudden illness, which was realised way too late, and took everyone around her by shock.
At her funeral, her schoolmates were all saying how they wished they had the time to make up for certain things they should have done and said. And if only they had known, they would have done so. :(
A forgetful human being like me has to learn and relearn how to treasure others before it's too late. Let's begin with my grandfather.
"It's just been a month and i've attended one wedding and two funerals." I couldn't agree more with her.
I was shopping with a good friend today when we started having a conversation about how terribly fragile life is.
At the same moment a baby is being born to parents with beaming faces, another person breathes his last.
Just a few hours ago i was planning to do this and that today and the next minute i find myself driving my gong gong (grandfather)to A&E at Changi General Hospital. A few hours later, i realise that the doctors suspect he may have a minor stroke and has to be warded.
The days i have left with him are numbered, simply because he's getting on with age.(he's close to 90-years-old already)
Simple health problems are magnified greatly when one is aged. Moreover, my grandmother passed on some three years ago and he really misses life without her.
The Beatles has this very old song called "we can work it out" in which John Lennon and Paul McCartney croon "Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend".
Time is fleeting, life is transient and sometimes we never know when we'll next see someone.
Too often, i forget to resolve issues, simply because i assume i'll still see whoever anyway. (my brother will probably laugh if he sees this)
But no matter how many TOUCHWOODS are said, that doesn't change the fact that life is not really in our control.
Someone i know has just lost her 23-year-old friend to a sudden illness, which was realised way too late, and took everyone around her by shock.
At her funeral, her schoolmates were all saying how they wished they had the time to make up for certain things they should have done and said. And if only they had known, they would have done so. :(
A forgetful human being like me has to learn and relearn how to treasure others before it's too late. Let's begin with my grandfather.
This is my all time favourite national day song!
Home reminds me of my primary five days, ever enthusiastic about waving my flag with my friends and singing my lungs out to everything from Singapura O Singapura sunny island set in the sea to stand up for singapore during national day celebrations. What fond memories.
NDP preview back then was an unforgettable experience that i will love to revisit, albeit the blistering heat endured under the afternoon sun at kallang stadium.
The fireworks, colourful balloons and the cheery atmosphere of singaporeans in RED gathering to celebrate the nation's birthday made up for everything else. The sight of people digging their goodie bags and complaining about what was or wasn't inside also made me laugh at how SINGAPOREAN that was.
Funny how we crack jokes about the most amusing yet malu (embarassing) bits of our own identities all the time--tissue seat chopping, free gift must take and phua chu kang MRT campaigns. Yet these little things just put a smile on my face and makes me feel extra unique to call the little red dot my home.
Happy 44th Birthday Singapore! This is home truly!
Ok maybe i should really start blogging again.
It's been a very very long time and i was going to close this down when someone inspired me to carry on writing. my sincere apologies for my absence readers! hmmm. anyway... i never knew i had a bunch of superstar friends....
check out their stunning shades!
created by me and rachel
FAVOURITE!
Congrats graduates! :)
It's been a very very long time and i was going to close this down when someone inspired me to carry on writing. my sincere apologies for my absence readers! hmmm. anyway... i never knew i had a bunch of superstar friends....
check out their stunning shades!
created by me and rachel
FAVOURITE!
Congrats graduates! :)
This little film struck a chord in me. Caught up in our comfortable lives, it becomes so easy to forget about the poor and less fortunate in our communities and all around our region.
I realise i take it for granted that i never have to worry about food or shelter, when about 25,000 people die every day of hunger or hunger-related causes.
A vivid picture of a place i once visited comes to mind. Huts without doors, insufficient electricity, barefooted children and poorly ventilated classrooms that have never been cleaned. I remember thinking to myself, Singapore is just VERY privileged and blessed.
Matthew 25: 35-36 "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in,I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'
Matthew 24:40 The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'
Will we break the boundaries of comfort and go the extra mile when it calls for us? Hmm.
My cell leader shared the starfish story with us yesterday, and though i've heard it a dozen times, it seemed to make greater sense to what i have been thinking about lately.
The Starfish Story---adapted from The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley (1907 - 1977)
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"
The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."
"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one."
Learning to lay all my ideals down and let change start with myself. Even if my hands can only do this much, it's still worth it because a little bit goes a long way wherever i am. Seek the right approval! (Gal 1:10)
Every baby step makes a difference!
The Starfish Story---adapted from The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley (1907 - 1977)
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"
The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."
"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one."
Learning to lay all my ideals down and let change start with myself. Even if my hands can only do this much, it's still worth it because a little bit goes a long way wherever i am. Seek the right approval! (Gal 1:10)
Every baby step makes a difference!
Got this off a link a friend posted on facebook. Beautiful!
In the bleak midwinter
Frost wind made moan
Earth stood
Hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen
Snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long ago
Our god
Heaven cannot hold him
Nor earth sustain
Heaven and Earth
Shall flee away
When he comes to reign
In the bleak midwinter
A stable place sufficed
The lord God almighty
Jesus Christ
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air
But his mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved
With a kiss
What can I give him
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet
What I can I give him
Give my heart
In the bleak midwinter
Frost wind made moan
Earth stood
Hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen
Snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long ago
Our god
Heaven cannot hold him
Nor earth sustain
Heaven and Earth
Shall flee away
When he comes to reign
In the bleak midwinter
A stable place sufficed
The lord God almighty
Jesus Christ
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air
But his mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved
With a kiss
What can I give him
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet
What I can I give him
Give my heart
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