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underneath the stars
looking into the past.

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Sunday, July 08, 2007
5:59 PM

was reading CIP partner in crime aka milmil's blog.
girl, you couldn't be more right. time does fly - even without wings.
once upon a time, not too long ago, i was but another face in that unfamiliar sea of blue.
but time changed all that.
and fate brought us together.
im proud to call myself a cedar guide, an oriolean (or oreolean).
haha.
twist, lick and dunk + MILK!
i can still rmb the stupid face i gave the snrs when i found out that the patrol i was assigned to was called oriole (oreo at first thought).
and one of our patrol cheers went like this "Oriole, oriole, oriole!"
and for special events like promotion or farewell, that cookie never failed to make its presence.
this is one classic example:




















we shld have our very own "hidden oriole" game! like disney channel's hidden mickey. -.-"
okay, i have a deprived childhood yeahh. haha.
anw, the jnrs are like all grown up now.
all taller than me. lol.
but that's really besides the point.
sharon said this to me when i was in sec 1, "Once a guide, always a guide."
I know no matter what, that will stay with me for all eternity.
to the batch of sec 3s`07
"Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
sec 4s`07: focus and keep driving yourselves ahead!
to ORIOLE PATROL: go get that cookie!


9:20 AM

thank you sining! (:
for everything and everything.





Saturday, July 07, 2007
10:43 PM

met yu rong at amk this afternoon.
she was carrying helium balloons from amk pri's open hse. haha. green and blue ones. (:
den she told me that she wanted to go release them.
her words reminded me of what i blogged abt yesterday.
and so we did. it was nice looking at them to soar into the skies. so carefree.
i did think of writing our problems on the balloons before releasing them. but that thought came a second too late. oh well.
























fly away
soar into the skies
for that is not the limit




















© courtesy of sining (before i get sued for copyright reasons)
pure nostalgia. yup. that's our flame.
and it's still burning ever so bright. (:


12:26 AM






















"im staring out into the night, trying to hide the pain. wishing to go to a place where love is and feeling good won't ever cost a thing."

i want to go home, to the place where i belong. But deep down, i know that that place is no more.

i don't want to lie about how i really feel. seriously, this sucks.

i wish for smiles to find new owners...but the truth is, i gave up on mine a long, long time ago. i remember what sining used to say, "a smile is a curve that sets everything straight." but i suppose things will never really be that straight again. i really miss the cedar spirit. I know i really shouldn't say this, but going back to the school is actually somewhat like returning to an empty shell. i hate that lingering emptiness. i hate the feeling of staring at empty corridors. i miss hugging pillars. cedar's pillars. my pillars of strength.

cedar was the best thing that happened to me - and most of us i daresay. she made feeling blue like the best thing in this world. im blue through and through. (: it's just that this time around, it's the real thing. i thought i was strong...i thought 2 years would breeze past and we would all get on with life...somehow. but then, i came to realise that i've been lingering in the past. i've always been looking back.

"home" is an amazing song and it has been ringing continuously in my head for the past few days. time really flies...faces that were once familiar are now faded; but that's not the way i want things to be. i wish i could hold on to every single friend. imagine standing in an open field, watching balloons being released into the air, one after the other. that's something like graduation. we are the balloons. 4 years of holding on...and then came the letting go. and i recall the message marcus wanted to convey to verena. he said that "at times, the most difficult thing to do in life is not the holding on, but the letting go." 4 years flew by with the blink of an eye...and 4 years later, we knew from the bottom of our hearts that we would have wanted it no other way. cedar's way. (:


Thursday, July 05, 2007
10:38 PM

just felt like playing arnd with adobe.
and since i added a blue hand yesterday, i shall complement it by uploading a red one!
haha. i like this one in particular and it's in the shape of a chair in some hotel in malacca :D
and the food was also from there. yum.
























lend a helping hand! (:



















food for the soul.


Wednesday, July 04, 2007
11:19 PM

FIRST ODAC session of Term 3! :D
and it couldn't have been more fun.
as usual, i went hysterical once mr chin started to ask us about our present situation.
erhem, or should i say predicament.
we will be receiving our econs paper tmr during lecture.
and i bet the paper will have more crosses than my fingers. ( i mean when i keep my fingers
crossed. look, im no longer making sense.)
at this point in time, i haf one D and E grade.
so i was telling yu rong dat if i got the much "desired" U and S, i would be USED. too bad, keet. your brain has expired. or maybe my brain had expired, just that i was living in denial.
haha. and i made another joke out of getting 2Ds, 1 E and 1 A grade. put them together and you get DEAD. it's no laughing matter...but we still laughed all the same. haha. and when lao pa overheard what i said, he actually commented that those were pretty decent grades coz at least there was one A. haha. if only. but you see, the problem is that im far worse than DEAD. so i shall simply embrace the fact of being USED. i guess it's just a matter of time.
often, i try to laugh things off.
but seriously, who am i trying to kid?
haha. i'll probably laugh my way into my grave.














for the worst.



Tuesday, July 03, 2007
11:26 PM

GP Holiday Assignment - Blog

Singer believes that freedom of expression is essential to any democracy and therefore should not be limited. On the other hand, Szilagyi believes that more focus should be placed on social responsibility.

In the context of Singapore’s multi-racial society, where there is cultural and religious pluralism, which author’s view do you think should be adopted?

Singapore has come a long way since attaining nationhood in 1965, and it is common knowledge to all that the 1960s racial outbursts were one of the greatest obstacles we encountered in our struggle for independence. To prevent a future repeat of such events, it is a must for every Singaporean to practice sensitivity and discretion in what we write, say and do. Thus, even though, freedom of expression is highly encouraged by the government and education system, there are still laws present to enforce a certain level of restriction to this model.

In his article, Professor Singer brings in the point about every human being’s right to freedom of expression, that is, “to hold opinions and to receive and impart information and ideas without interference from public authority and regardless of frontiers”. What would everyday life be like if local society was based on the model of freedom of expression? Personally, I feel that it would be like reliving the dark days of racial and religious discord. We would speak our minds with less regard for the repercussions as compared to when we would have had in actual context.

I feel that Mr. Szilagyi’s view on social responsibility would be more applicable in the context of a multi-racial and religious society like Singapore. We need to understand that in order for our society to function efficiently, a certain level of social order has to be maintained. With free expression, it is without a doubt, that certain bold and outrageous ideas can be expressed with greater ease. Human progress can be made as a result of this freedom. However, we must also not forget the long term implications involved in the implementation of this free speech policy. Social unrest is one such example and arises when racial feelings are played up during the delivery of insensitive and discriminatory statements or speeches. This price might prove to be too heavy for Singapore to pay because we have to bear in mind that our population is our only resource. In the absence of social order, who would be left to drive our economy?

Instead, by focusing on social responsibility, the collective interests of society would be protected and people can then concentrate on the generation of new ideas to boost our country’s growth and progress. The media can be highly-manipulative and often, it either fails to disseminate accurate information or does so in an offensive and insensitive manner, i.e. the Danish journalist who made his point about self-censorship and press freedom through the publication of provocative cartoons depicting the Prophet Muhammad. The media can claim to be the watchdog of democracy, but who would be the one to hold it to task when things go awry? Hence, instead of going ahead with the adoption of the free expression policy and giving the media more excuses to misuse its power, I advocate that the government should restrain press freedom. This way, there would be a limit to what the media can make claims for and materials of provocative natures would not be subjected to different interpretations as their circulation is now prohibited.



4:43 PM

Home - Chris Daughtry

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.B
e careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.


4:02 PM

i suppose today is kind of the official start of term 3.
gosh. and i got back my bio and chinese papers.
i guess my light will be non-existent for now.
i became hysterical when i realised how badly i had fared for chinese.
yeahh, you know what people say...laugh away your sorrows.
i laughed.
but to no avail.
and now there's this feeling of regret lingering within me.
i guess i knew i was going to fail at that instant i chose my essay question.
but i chose to continue anyway.
writing that essay was somewhat like sticking one leg inside a coffin.
fyi, i was the only person in class who attempted the teng ye xian sheng question.
with no personal experience to relate to, i suppose i was headed on a journey of no return.
i dun think i can take any more blows. though i know i'll probably get one right in the face.
mr chin is gonna talk to us about our results during odac tmr.
hmm. and im in a very precarious situation.
but i'll take things as they come.
this is going to be one hard fall
and one good lesson learnt.


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