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
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yet more thoughts
Pua is so inspiring! Can u see the glint of admiration in my eyes? Serious! However, for the more weak-hearted like me, maybe it might be better to cultivate an inner calm through uncertainty and instability. Here are 5 suggestions you can consider.
1) Don't agonize. Organize.
2) Live in this moment and treasure it, especially the people part of it. It will be gone before you know it. Be here NOW!
3) In acceptance, there is peace. However, acceptance does not mean being passive!
4) Learn to appreciate every little joy and see through failures. Let go of jealousy and hate.
5) Most importantly, let loose of what you can't control. Serenity will be yours.
[Yea, I just had to add this pardon me :) ]
May you find serenity and tranquility,
in a world you may not always comprehend.
Leave plenty of room for serendipity,
for you never know when you come across the right friend.
A peace above all earthly dignities,
a still and quiet conscience.
如果我 不曾走过这一遍,
生命中 还有多少苦 和甜美?
那风中的歌声 孤单哽咽的声音是谁?
回忆中 那个少年 为何依然不停的追...
黑暗中期待光线 生命有一种绝对.
等待我 请等待我,
直到我看見 生命的绝对.
ryaniq lived on 9:25 PM
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a few quantum of thoughts
Rereading blog entries? Either you are a blog addict or you have too much time.
The earlier entry sure sounded like one coming from the Age of Enlightenment and nearly echoed something from the mouth of a rationalist. I will highlight a pseudo taoist view. If life is plain sailing, will there be fun? It's precisely the ups and downs that inject enjoyment, unless of course one craves absolute certainty and stability. Set sail and let the emotions take charge. After each crisis comes a new equilibrium (think Le Chatelier's); after each storm comes a new calm enveloping the sea.
Yeong Heng lived on 1:34 AM
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more thoughts
hello everybody..
after re-reading some of the posts in the class blog i felt like posting sth. wait, i mean, after reading some juniors and random people's comments abt our class blog & how we have problems that couldn't have been observed by an outsider.. etc.
i feel that we really have to control our lives properly. take everything in the right perspective. our environment is something that at times (or most of the time) we cannot change. when things are not going right, there is a tendency for us to feel frustrated, upset or to complain. mostly this results in us succumbing to or collapsing under pressure.
one way to handle unpleasant environments or obstacles to our paths is to detach ourselves from the problems and issues. firstly, of course we need to know which direction we're heading towards. perhaps not in terms of long-term goals, but rather what kind of attitude we want to adopt in the face of all the circumstances. then we must not falter no matter what happens. if people happen to be too competitive, we can always maintain a controlled yet relaxed attitude. if people think we're not good enough for sth, and we know that we are able to achieve it, well then by all means we shd continue working towards it.
many of us have different goals in life. we're not working against others in order to reach our goals, nor do we have to compare with others at many intervals to see how well we've done. its all within ourselves.
all that above is rather disjointed, and i must apologise. however thats what i wish to say to people feeling or who have felt miserable about things they cannot change in their lives. dont torture yourselves! be happy! :)
and everybody who has sth to add on or refute or whatever pls post! let this blog not stagnate!
xiz lived on 7:59 PM
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enthu-ness
hmm..i haven blogged for ages le..but nvm..haha..i was taking bus home with xiaoke our snr todae after doing some float thingy at nus..then he was telling me wads happening recently in his cls..er..basically we were jus gossiping lah..haha..me feeding him with our cls n he telling me their cls..then he mentioned to me tt his cls had a chalet in june this yr..n i was like "wow"..haha..then 20+ pple went lorh..ohwell..they had it in a wkend lah..so the ns pple can come..hmm..mebbe its harder for our cls..cos many r going overseas..but ohwell..hope tt our cls will remain active!..
as abt the title enthu-ness..i think i jus wan to say tt gam3-ness is an effort from all parties lorh..n the energy shld jus start from u..
Cheers!
Yang
yang lived on 11:55 PM
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in a valiant attempt not to let our blog become stagnant again... i dug this story out from the depths of my mailbox. quite a feat, dont u doubt.
> > I cried for my brother 6 times.
> > I was born in a secluded village of a mountain.
> Days by days my parents plowed the yellow dry soil > with their backs facing the sky.
> > I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than me.
> Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around
> me seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father's
> drawer. Father knew about it right away.
> > He made my younger brother and me kneeled against
> the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand.
> Who stole the money?" he asked.
> > I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't > hear any of us admit, so he said,
> "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be > beaten!"
> > He lifted up the bamboo stick.
> > Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand > and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" > The long stick smacked on my brother's back > repeatedly.
> > Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my > brother until he lost his breath.
> > After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded > my brother, "You have learnt to steal from your own > house now, what other embarrassing things you will > do in the future?? You should be beaten to death! > You a shameless thief!"
> > That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His body > full of injuries, but he didn't shed a single tear. > In the middle of the night, all of sudden I cried > out loudly.
> > My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and > said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has > happened."
> > I still hate myself for not having enough courage > to admit what I had done.
> > Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it > just happened yesterday.
> > I will never forget my brother's _expression when he > protected me. > > That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11 > years old.
> > When my brother was in his last year of his lower > secondary school, he was accepted in an upper > secondary school in the central. At the same time, I > was accepted into a province's university.
> > That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, > packet by packet. > > I could hear him say, "Both our children have good > results? very good results?"
> > Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the > use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"
> > At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in > front of father and said, "Dad, I don't want to > continue my study anymore, I have read enough > books."
> > Father swung his hand and slapped brother on his > face.
> > "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it > means that I have to beg for money on the streets, I will > send you two to school until you both finish your > study!"
> > And then, he started to knock on every house in the > village to borrow money.
> > I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brother's > swollen face, and said, "A boy has to continue his > study; If not, he will not be able to leave this > depths of poverty."
> > Me, on the other hand, had decided not to further my > study to university.
> > Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my brother > left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes > and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the side of my > bed and left a note on my pillow;
> > "Sis, get into an university is not easy. I will go > find a job and send money to you."
> > I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried > until I lost my voice.
> > That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 > years old. With the money father borrowed from the > whole village, and money my brother earned from > carrying cement on his back at construction site, > finally, I managed to get to the third year of my > study in the university.
> > One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate > came in and told me, "There's a villager wait for > you outside!"
> > Why was there a villager looking for me? I walked > out, and saw my brother from afar, His whole body was > dirty, covered by dust, cement and sands. I asked > him, "Why don't you tell my roommate that you are my > brother?"
> > He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. > What will they think if they know that I am your > brother? Don't they laugh at you?" > > I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept > away dusts from my brother's body. And said with a > lump in my throat, " I don't care of what people > say! You are my brother no matter what your > appearance is?"
> > From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. > He wore it on me, and said, "I saw all the girls in > town are wearing it. So, I think you should also > have one."
> > I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my > brother into my arms and cried and cried.
> > That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 > years old. > > The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the > broken window had been repaired.
> > And it looked so clean inside the house. > > After, my boyfriend went home, I danced like a small > girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you don't have to > spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she said > with a smile," It was your brother who went home > early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound > on his hand? He was injured while replacing the > window."
> > I went into my brother's small bedroom. Looking at > his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of > needle pricked in my heart. > > I put some ointment on his wound and bandaged it, > "Does it hurt? " I asked him. > "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when I was working > in the construction site, stones falling on my feet > all the time. Even that could not stop me from > working?"
> > In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned > my back on him and tears rolling down my face. > That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 > years old. > > After I got married, I lived in the city. Very often, my husband > invited > my parents to come and live > with us, but they didn't want.
> > They said, once they left the village,they didn't > know what to do. > > My brother also didn't agree, he said, "Sis, you > just taking care of your parents-in-law. I will take > care of mum and dad here." > My husband became the director of his factory. We > wanted my brother to get the job as the manager in > the department of maintenance. But, my brother > rejected the offer. He insisted on starting to work > as a repair worker.
> > One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder > repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was > sent to the hospital. >
> My husband and I visited him. Looked at the white > gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, > "Why did you reject to be a manager? Manager will > not do something dangerous like this. Look at you > now, such a serious injury. Why you didn't want to > listen to us?"
> > With a serious _expression on his face, he defended > on his decision, "Think of brother-in-law? He just > became the director, and I almost uneducated. If I > became the manager, what kind of rumors will fly > around?"
> > My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I > said, "But you lack in education also because of > me!" > > "Why talking about the past?" My brother held my > hand.
> > That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years > old.
> > My brother was 30 years old when he married a farm > girl from the village. > > In his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies > asked him, "Who is the one you respect and love the > most?"
> > Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He > continued by telling a story I could not even > remember.
> > "When I was in primary school, the school was in > different village. Everyday, my sister and I walked > for 2 hours to go school and go home. One day, I > lost one of my pair of gloves. My sister gave me one > of hers. She only wore one glove and walked for so > far. When we got home, her hand was so trembled > because of the weather that was so cold that she > could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day > on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take > care of my sister and be good to her."
> > Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their > attentions to me. > > Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my > whole life, the one I would like to thank the most > is my brother," > > And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, > tears rolled down my face again. > > Love and care for the one you love every single day > of your life. You may think that what you did is just a > small deed, but to that someone, it means a lot.
> > Does this story tinkle some sweet childhood memories on you? Have a > nice > day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!> >
ningky lived on 10:44 PM
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thoughts
hi samuel welcome! :) havent heard fr you in a long time. good that everyone's talking more post-hwachong days and reflecting. i suppose any experience is worthless if one does not sit back and think abt what has been learnt or understood from it.
everyone has different abilities to manage stress. i think the best way to remove stress as much as possible from one's life is to live your own life, without considering too much or even at all, what others think. ok if we talk abt education, we cant help it that the singapore society places heavy emphasis on results, certificates, blah. for someone who's interested in art, for example, he would probably feel like shit if he has to go thru the conventional route thru JC & uni.. but what he can do is actually to make a decision to go to lasalle college of the arts & enjoy what he does. obviously situations are usually more complicated than that but you know what i mean? its a decision we have to make to decide how to live our lives rather than follow what pple think. we can choose to ignore people's opinions abt how hard we shd study & what results we shd get. its our own lives!! :)
yup lucks to all in life. dont care abt what other pple think okay! pursue your passions and stick to your beliefs with all your heart, mind and soul!! :)
xiz lived on 10:52 PM
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a reply to the first step
This certainly does add to drama on our very lively class blog. I feel almost certain the previous post had with it much controversy and ruffled a few feathers. As a good friend I would like to say a few words that, hopefully, would serve to elucidate and moderate some vague or rather, esoteric, points of contention.
First and foremost, I would be the last to say that our class was bereft of academic competition and pressure. And certainly, there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing well simply because you can. And without doubt, our class certainly had its fair share of achievements. Unfortunately, this may have led some pressure on everyone in class to do well simply because they were part of 78.
But I'd like to say, looking back. Indeed, its very much your own life you have to manage. JC life was pretty much like a peaceful bubble compared to what we'll get in the real world I guess: cut-throat competition. It's just something we have to get used to and grow up to face. Comparisons are tempting but its all about perspective.
I quote sam, "but a person's worth is not judged based on his scholarship potentials, grades, but for who he/she really is."
And the reason why I'm thankful to have met you all is not because I'm going to have many capable friends in influential positions so I can bribe my way to power or, for that matter, get free flights on SIA for the rest of my life :) Its simply because you all have indeed coloured
my life with many crazy yet touching moments and made it the best 2 year experience I could have gotten.
And as we walk on to the new exciting phase of life, i guess its only natural that with different experiences and all it'll be harder to keep in contact. And even when we do meet up, we'll might feel a little 尷尬 given the differing interests and hardly any common topic that has 親切感 save talking about old times.
But though I guess what makes a friendship fun is that we can relate and talk to one another. What really makes a friendship lasting is knowing that the other guy or gal is trustworthy and is genuinely concerned about me. I believe we've made many friends here who really do 講義氣. I sincerely do wish you all well.
My, this blog really is getting rather mushy. We need some crappy witty entry soon!
shea
ryaniq lived on 10:48 PM
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Good news
Good news! qy got into med!
Weixin lived on 8:07 PM
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on that note, i'd just like to add a few words myself. i remember very clearly something mrs foo told our class in the beginning of j1... she said that ours was a class of brilliant minds and diverse talents and that can either make or break our class. she said that she'd seen classes break and that her hope was that we would use our circumstance to each and every person's benefit. i truly feel that we have achieved that, build each other up, that is. i could not have asked for any better companionship for my 2 years in hc.
xuan lived on 11:46 PM
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yay... at last i've learnt how to blog.... cheers to my intellect...
just felt like typing something...
talked to a few friends, outside of class, and somehow the conversation drifted to our class.
yea tts right...78...
was quite pleasantly surprised when i heard things like "haiz ur class very united, unlike my class..." kind of thing...
agree or not, i dunno, but i think it's kinda true...at least i feel real comfy together with the class.
doing small favours for one another... i guess it just comes naturally with the firendship and unity...
yup so really hope we will still remain in contact after everybody fly off to everywhere or stay in singapore...
ningky
ningky lived on 10:39 PM
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thank you
i came home tired last nite after sending ming jing home and konked off almost immediately. when i woke up at 0130 i went through my letters and this is what one of them read:
"It is with great interest that I read the letter from your friends, dated 18th June 05, appealing for your admission to the Faculty of Medicine.
I read the appeal with particular attention, as it is not often that we receive letters written on behalf on an applicant by a group of friends. They speak hihgly of your moral courage and your helpful nature. Indeed, it is not easy to own up when one misfires during training at OCS, knowing full well of the punishment that will be meted out. Your are able to command respect and admiration among your peers at such an early age. These are significant qualities and I am truly impressed.
It is with much regret, therefore, that I wish to convey to you that I remain unable to offer you a place in Medicine. As you may know, with a limited number of places, we must make difficult decisions and choose from among many outstanding and promising candidates. This year, as in past years, we have to turn away many talented applicants such as you.
I realise that the outcome will be a disappointment. I am, however, convinced that you have the qualities to overcome this setback. Above all, you have good friends. With their support, I am convinced you will succeed in your endeavours.
Do convey my best wishes to your friends who had taken the effort to write on your behalf.
With best wishes,
Your sincerely
Assoc Prof Tan Thiam Soon
Dean of Admissions
cc Mr Pang Ning Qi....."
thank you 03s78.
thank you for not giving up even when I have given up.
thank you so much.
qy lived on 8:35 AM
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college day
xuan lived on 12:37 AM
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announcement - help needed!
yoohoo!
i'll keep this short. on 23rd july (hurhur, paiseh for the previous mistake!) some of the class pple are going cycling in a cip project called project sunrise, where the more we cycle, the more we raise for the dover park hospice. its overnight at East coast part, 10pm to 6am.
now, why am i saying all this? basically more road marshals are needed! like, nobody really wants to do it since its kinda like boring and lonely right. but but but its essential tt we haf them for the event to proceed smoothly & safely! ive volunteered to not cycle & marshal, so if u sign up for this u'll haf some company! we can play music, talk and wadeva the whole night + see the sunrise properly. :) hopefully.
pls email or sms me if ure willing to help out for this great cause. strangers and friends who read this blog can sms me or email me too, the email's xizkeung@gmail.com ;) thanks!
PS : students! if u all cant stay overnight, help during the day is also needed. in the afternoon, i think, and you'll be helping to set up the rest, food and drink stations. :) as a sidenote, cip hours will be awarded. hope that u will help out even without that bonus tho :)
xiz lived on 12:33 AM
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A story
A boy, having grown up and gone to the city to work for a year, came back to his hometown to visit his family over the year end. Thinking he'd seen much of what people and human relationships were like, he began to wonder if his life ideals were still plausible.
As the world goes, right is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must. Fate is unfair and fortune does not necessarily favour the brave. Love is blind and trust is not always rewarding. The rich get richer the poor get poorer. The more he thought of how bitter the world was, the sadder and angrier he became. What purpose and drive remains? Where was the beauty he dreamt he would live to see in life?
He thought of his friends. He thought of sacrifice. He thought of the experiences and memories that he considered noble. Yet they seemed fleeting, only to flash in and out occasionally in his life when the opportunity for such arose. Yet the pain of the bitterness of the world was everywhere everday, gone only when one turned a blind eye. Ignorance is bliss he thought. The more he thought, the more confused he became. Suddenly, he was in the doldrums yet again. His views of life were in a whirl.
So it was then, he found it apropos that he was to see his grandfather at home. Sitting at the fireplace, his grandfather sat in his rocking chair, as if watching the world pass by in the flames. Time seemed to freeze for him. Carefree and seemingly enlightened of the ways of the world. Anticipating this was where his answer to all those questions lay, the boy walked up to and sat next to his grandfather. His heart started pumping faster, suddenly unsure of how to phrase his question. With so much to ask, to find out, the words were choking up his throat and just couldnt come out. Here sat his epitomy of all that was righteous and honest in the world.
He finally said, "Grandpa, I've seen much of the tragedies in the world the past year. And now I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is vengeful and angry. The other is loving, forgiving and compassionate. Which one will eventually win the fight in my heart?"
His grandfather took and sip of his tea and placed the cup down on the table gently. Thinking for a while, he turned around and answered, "The one you choose to feed."
------the end-------
Time is slow for the waiting, swift for the fearing, long for the grieving, short for the rejoicing. But for those with faith, time is eternity. What do you believe in? [fill in product name here]
Be happy :)
ryaniq lived on 12:01 AM
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ADVERTISEMENT for MAF :D well this year it's on 10 September Saturday! I'll be going hope to see many many pple! :)
Pics are of MAF 04 (top 3 pics) and MAF 03 (bottom 2 rows) - lovely Hwachongian affair, chance to meet up with friends, teachers and juniors and to have a hell lot of fun singing and dancing (or twisting ur body abt half a beat slower than everyone else) ! :D
xiz lived on 9:43 PM
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pics of sch interspersed among pics of us :) cute one of yibun and ningqi sleeping :D and of our lovely class tee! it was MAF 04 i think. :)
xiz lived on 9:38 PM
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pics of our hwachong :) no special occasion, just thot it'd be nice :) could've been my visit to hwachong today that made me miss it muchly :)
the name may change but the building, teachers and memories remain, no? everything looked and felt familiar - students in khaki coloured uniforms, the council room, our class bench, the staff room, teachers, canteen uncles & aunties.. and the list goes on. hmm. :)
xiz lived on 9:36 PM
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