ramblings of 03S78

03S78. HCJC.

27 of us make up the lovely class of 03S78 :)

it was a year and 6 mths ago that we graduated from hwachong, nothing much has
changed since then - we still have the good old class outings when we spend most
of the time walking around (+ extended one in europe recently), we still play
mahjong, watch movies, go æçå¦! together (at nwxiang's request of course)..

to many more years of friendship!

teddy! :)

our beloved school :)

our lovely flag.

outside canteen.

chalet in ubin.

'A' lvls results '05

Chao recruits!! '05

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ramblings~

Yijin + girls! '05

Xiz, Ms Wang + guys! '04

* 03S78
* hwachong junior college

* candice
* lifang
* yang
* xiaoxuan
* hilda
* quanyao
* xizhen
* sharon
* huiqi
* meiyin
* yijin
* yifan
* pear
* nwxiang
* weixin
* samuel
* ningqi
* pua
* yilin
* eliza
* wijaya
* ronnie
* weilei
* bong
* ryan shea
* wuwei
* r~linz

* hwachong!
* IVLE :)
* 30th Anniversary!
* HJC Council! :)
* our funky yahoogroups! :)
* winning thinkquest entry - i-Matrix
* blogger
* blogskins

* junior class!
* grandjuniors!
* 06s78
* 07s78
* 08s78

* dearly beloved ms wang!
* 03S77
* 03S75
* 03S71
* 03S7A
* 03A11
* 03A12
* 03S62
* 03S69

* 04S68
* 04S62

heyhey. i'm finally getting down to writing my personal reflection for mr thomas. yay. got inspired to do so by candice's 5 page long reflections. whew. it feels really weird to be on the computer before nightfall. these days, if i want to do anything important on the computer, i hafta do it before 10 cos after that my computer goes completely berserk. its like a ticking timebomb that takes a reaallly long time to start up, then suddenly blows up at the designated time. sigh...

seems like everyone's feeling pretty intense these days. i myself am uncharateristically volatile and it scares me. anyway, in one of my particularly low moods over the weekend, i was feeling especially melancholic and subdued. that was the only response i could place cos shouting "shut the *&#^ up" at all the noise around me is, firstly, something i'd rather not do, and secondly, not highly regarded in my household. my second option was to pen some verses, a rather therapeutic outlet if the year was 2003. unfortunately, the key to that door through which i could shove all my excess baggage into has long been lost beneath the stacks of notes, textbooks and tys' and what resulted on my paper is a hybrid that bears poor testimony to my literary and scientific upbringing. i just want to share with you guys this little story that suddenly popped into my mind. i don't remember if it was something i've read before or something i've written before, but anyhow, i hope it speaks to you in one way or another. please overlook the biological accuracy and enjoy the humour in it. cheers.

two seeds once found themselves planted next to each other in a bed of earth.

the first seed said to the second, "i can't wait to grow up! i want to stretch my roots deep down into the soil where the water is cool. i want to reach my leaves out to the sun and bathe in its warmth. i want to be up there where all the big plants are and do all the things the big plants do."

in the dampness of the soil, the second seed thought about the darkness looming below and the scorching sun somewhere above him. he shuddered. "aren't you afraid of the unseen dangers below? are't you scared that your young leaves may be crushed as you push out of the earth? and what about the sun? i've heard that they kill! even the big plants are not spared. they wither and die and return to dust!" the second seed was close to tears.

the first seed frowned and pondered a moment. he finally said, "well, i've never thought about that before." however, he quickly brightened up and began excitedly, "but if the other plants can do it, so can i. i want to grow up tall, strong and straight as an arrow pointing to the sun. my roots will ocnquer the darkness and the depth and my leaves will embrace the glorious sunshine. i'll be shade for weary travellers from the hot summer sundown and i'll be a nest for the birds that flock the heavens. my flowers shall herald the arrival of spring and the fruit that i bear will be nourishment to those who need it." the first seed beamed triumphantly.

the second seed, however, shook his head and sighed, "how foolish you are my friend, to throw yourself into such peril. you go ahead and do what you want. i'm staying here in the soil where its cool and comfortable."

and so the first seed grew and grew, his roots reaching deep into the bed of earth as his shoots burst out of the soil. soon, the birds arrived and nestled in its branches, savoured the sweet nectar of its flower and tore at the juicy pulp of the fruits that had fallen from the tree.

just then, a young bird scavaging the soil found a tiny, withered, brown seed near the roots of the tree, and promptly swallowed it whole.

xuan lived on 6:45 PM

- 03S78 forever -

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