Today.

"Seeing a canal, imagining a grand canyon, a mighty river."

Revelation.

Hmm. Just realised something while wishing a few people happy birthday on Facebook... Even thou it's only Facebook and hence isn't very sincere >.<

Anyway, so I looked at the profile picture of my junior, now just in sec 3. Which means only one year plus has passed since I left school, and last seen him. He's 179cm now, and I totally couldn't recognise him from the profile picture. People really do change so quickly... I must be getting old to say this sort of thing. And I suppose boys will become men one day, and girls women, for this is inevitable. But it makes me a little sad to not witness this beautiful transformation from child to maturity. That I see my soccer-playing, occasionally foul-mouthed classmate posing with little children in what is evidently an overseas CIP trip, and think "wow!" because I never knew that side of him, or maybe it had developed after we went out separate ways after graduating from VS, or that I regret or having spoken to him a little more often.
And I suppose this is one of the chief reasons why people become teachers - for a few years, you get to touch someone else's life; you get to nurture and groom him or her, and when you see the transformation that has taken place, the road that they have embarked upon, the rewards are immensely gratifying; especially so when students come back and visit you and don't forget about you after they leave school, or change classes. Teaching is, truly, a noble profession.
And perhaps, the moral of this little anecdote is to teach me that I should treasure life more, and live it to the fullest, for every little bit counts. Why spend your time doing nonsense when you can be doing something so much more meaningful?

Confessions of a slacker

No surprise that I haven't done much. I went to Chinatown the night before to see the lights and soak in the crowd. And obviously, didn't do a single piece of homework in the entire day... Chinatown was fascinating, because I haven't been there for several years already. So many new eateries have sprung up. There are modern pubs and shops catering to tourists, and a very expensive Tintin shop. Yet underneath Ll the glitz and glamour of the new year, Chinatown remains unchanged - people hawking, both the old ones remaining and the new immigrants from China and the young twentysomething's. Litter underfoot as people accept or casually flich melon seeds, peanuts, roasted chestnuts, eat, and throw them on the floor. But overall, the experience was a good one. I haven't had much time with my parents, so this was a good opportunity to take part in something with them.

I also learnt how to sympathise with ezema sufferers. Lately, there's been a really itchy spot on the back of my right knee, nd I've been scratching at it. There were warming signs, all of which I ignored. The skin turned an ugly shade of grey. Then a line of red appeared. Then ugly red welts suddenly came out, like miniature volcanoes in a sea of desolation. They oozed, with pus for magma, and new ones were threatening to erupt. The alarm bells finally started ringing, and I have to control my desire to scratch the area. It's not as easy as it sounds.

I've also just listened to [那些年] a few times through, and I see why people are so in love with the song and the movie. Somehow, the song resonates with me too... I sort of understand what the story is trying to say even though I didn't watch the movie. And I feel like watching the movie now..
好想想象的是在现在，因为不想错过。

New, yet old.

It seems so long mince I last posted... I think the habit of blogging is fast slipping out of my grasp. First time using my iPad to type a blog post... It seems a little strange somehow, and my laptop is languishing somewhere, left untouched. Even though I have a lot of homework to clear, yet I'm not really doing much at all. Life has changed, yet it remains the same in so many ways.

My class now has a homeroom.

The class is still segregated into boys versus girls.

The GP, economomics and chemistry teacher changed.

The DSA people and RGS/RI people have a
Ready joined Chorale.

I'm a J2 now.

There's no more CIP to look forward to.

I'm still not giving my best for homework.

I suppose change comes inevitably, yet it seems perfectly reasonable to want to freeze time at this moment, let things remain forever the same, let us bask in the familiarity of each other.

So many things to do, so little time... How do people go about doing the best they can?

Belated greetings: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Well, apologies for the extremely long delay in typing this blogpost. Actually, I should be doing my homework and not blogging, but I figured that a New Year greeting was in order. Even though I'm four days late.

I actually celebrated Christmas last year (since it's technically a new year already). Well, actually I celebrated quite alot last year, which is unconventional for me. I went bowling with two dear JC friends and went to catch a show at Resorts World Sentosa, even though I dozed off a little bit halfway >.<

To recap the whole year seems sort of surprising. I myself am mildly surprised at just how much took place last year: Orientation, Chorale, Biosoc, homework, new friends, new everything; countdown too, at the end of the year. So much has been experienced. A few regrets, chiefly being unable to revisit VS as many times as I would have liked to. And this year marks a new beginning (Time magazine says it's the start of something new) - being a senior, taking the A levels, Chorale tour in May-June. I guess when I look back and reflect a few years for now I'll see JC life as being the busiest of my schooling life (thus far, at least) and one of the most fulfilling. I probably grew up, opened up, became more social... and had a very important person step into my life.

Anyway, countdown was deeply rewarding in a sense. I had to dance in order to try and engage those who came along for the event (party rock anthem helped quite alot); I got to act like a kid once more, throwing confetti at people, as though it was snow (I still haven't seen snow yet -.-), lugging stuff aorund, painting, doing brainless jobs and getting really good at them - a little too good - organised a game; taught others; did something for the community. And of course I hope the waka waka dance from Shakira's song for the African World Cup would stick with me forever.

The party has ended, though, and it has been sobering to see stacks upon stacks of undone homework... Reality hits pretty hard. So IT'S ABOUT TIME (heh) to start on homework and hope against hope that I can catch up!

And I've made a few New Year resolutions, though I've probably violated them already by procrastinating for this blogpost...

I resolve to do something about my dismal NAPFA scores and academics by working hard and fnding determination. Procrastination remains one of my biggest evils. Sloth is one of the seven deadly sins.

I want to continue giving back to the community, though in smaller, less time-consuming ways than countdown and maybe Carebears... I might start again next year.

And I want to give more care and love to those dear to me.

Oh well.. That's about it, I guess? Once again, have a very happy new year, but don't indulge in only play or work; a healthy balance is needed :D Let's race towards our own finishing lines. There is an entire year ahead of us, and the early bird catches the worm... so, gear up your engines, and get ready for the hectic times ahead! There'll be challenges and onbstacles, but we will survive, and it'll all become sweet memories with time to come.

Till the next post (:

- The Author.