Hey. Whats up?
Haha, since its the holidays, I've decided to post(:

stuff i've been doing since hols, week 1:
1) eat
2) sleep
3) cross training
4) watch zack and cody, suite life on deck!
5) homework :/
6) volleyballll(:
7) learning piano scores, paparazzi and the show, next up superman
8) yog stuff
9) going out. hehe
10) church.

apparently, this is my least busiest week compared to the other 3.
Sigh. This isn't a holiday anymore huh.
There's so much i want/need to do, yet so little time. ):

week 2 onwards:
7th -> training+ dentist+ sanika's birthday party
9th-11th -> combined track and field camp in school (: (: WHOO.
11th -> not sure if i should still go for the SP day camp after that. I'll be really exhausted.
12th-15th -> HONG KONG (SHOPPING) ! Can't wait for the factory outlets:D
16th -> training+ Cedar-Ortus outing (hope it'll be fun! haha)
17th-22nd -> MOUNT KINABALU CLIMB+ golf+ laguna. i don't wanna die. but the sunset and experience should be worth it(:

Yeah, my crazy schedule. These were my choices though, i can only pray that God'll bring me through safely, along with some enlightenment somewhere down the path? I'll leave it to Him[:


Okay, now today, which was kinda unexpectedly awesome..
Had training at east coast park in the morning,
i was NOT looking forward to running in the sizzling sun and i thought i would lose to all the sec1s and sec2s heh.
But hey, i managed to survive the gruelling 8km from macs to bedok jetty:D
i think my timing's about 45min?
including the toilet break, horrible horrible stomachache. pfft!
macs then home.
afternoon, friend suddenly smsed me, asking if i wanted to go watch a movie with her family.
So we went in the evening to the cathay to watch the prince of persia, not bad actually..
Quite humorous too, with the dude lamenting on tax and stuff. HAHA.


alright, see you around peeps(:

the little red flower,
oh how it pulls its strings on that little child's heart!
lovingly, longingly, respectfully
does he stare at the minute paper flower cupped in his tiny palms.
Yet, the one he held so dear was not his,
for he didn't:
dress himself today,
he peed on his bed,
he didn't wash his hands
and he peed on purpose, in his pants!
truth is, that little boy has never gotten a flower before!
No matter how hard he tried,
everything just seemed too difficult for him,
an unattainable accomplishment.
Every little child in the orphanage had at least
one little red paper flower
except him.
Alas, he has gotten his rightfully earned flower,
its petals slightly crinkled and yellowed with age.
It was not his.
Guilt gnawed endlessly at his heart,
part of him yearned for it so badly,
another part urged him mercilessly to return it.
Tears streamed down his chubby face.
Oh how he wanted it, how he wanted it!
But, he realised he did not deserve that little red flower.
So, carefully, he daintily places it back where it belongs,
to its rightful and deserving owner, such an obedient girl.
She was the blue-eyed girl of the class,
ever ready to lead her peers,
always prepared to show them
how to change into
pajamas and back into the school uniform.
This was something the boy could not do.

With much enthusiasm and determination in his beating heart,
this little boy has decided that
he will get
his own
little
red
flower.

A steaming mug of rich creamy black coffee,
what is it to us?
Nothing more than a few dollars worth of caffeine indulgence,
a daily perk i suppose.
But,
to that old man resting by the rickety table,
his styrofoam cup filled with thin, diluted black coffee
was all he could ask for.

As i watch him silently limp into the old coffee shop down the road again,
pity overcomes me
seeing how much he seemed to enjoy the day's break
of the cheap, less than a half a dollar, cup of kopi-o.
The usually exhausted, drooped shoulders
were now straight, with a slight skip in his step.
Dragging his right foot with wide left steps,
his frizzled unkempt hair bouncing along,
his delighted laughter echoes down the empty street.
Who knew how much one cup of coffee could transform a person!

Now, as he sits at his usual corner by the old radio
blaring chinese opera music loudly,
his eyes rest upon the yellowed styrofoam cup lovingly.
What he sees in it, i will never know,
however,
the tenderness he gives it as the cup is carefully lifted to his
peeling lips.
Astonishing.
As though holding his very first child,
he sips it delicately, afraid to spill even a drop of the liquid.
The steam wisps blur his vision,
perspiration starts to trickle down his shiny forehead.
He doesn't care.

Placing his finished cup of coffee onto the cold damp wooden table,
his shoulders once again slump,
his dreamy expression changes back to that unreadable gaze,
depthless glazed eyes.
Getting up from the stool with much lethargy,
the old man makes his way slowly out of the door, shoulders hunched.
He doesn't look back,
he never does.
And the old man's gone.
He's gone.

A step up, followed by another.
The sudden blast of icy cold wind greets you,
sending a chill down your spine in a second, no wait, a nanosecond.
As you stretch out your hand towards the awaiting "money-eater",
the indifferent look on the bus captain's face causes you to stare
at your feet, whether nonchalantly or shyly.
However, your confidence dips to the lowest as you stride along the aisle,
eyes scanning from front to back, back to front, left to right
right to left but not one eye meets your glance.
You know you are not welcomed.
Meekly, now, you totter towards the back,
passing by the hateful passengers who sit on the outer seat
in order to decrease the chances of inconvenience others might bring.
You realise that you end up standing,
knuckles white from gripping the handle or pole,
yet too afraid to put your butt on a seat.

Soon, the bus slowly begins to fill up,
throng after throng and the bold take up most of the seats.
Halt.
An old lady shuffles up the bus with difficulty.
Her innocence shines through her wrinkled smile
as she looks for a seat but to no avail.
The atmosphere turns tense,
so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Headphones begin blaring music, volumes are cranked up,
whispers and the flipping, crinkling of paper.
Only after a few stops,
does a student quietly give up his seat for the old lady,
but you could tell he was embarrassed from his reddened cheeks.

How pathetic.

"Move to the back please," the bus captain hoarsely shouts,
having done so nineteen to a dozen times already
yet the reaction is slow as feet shuffle, heels click, flip flops, flop.
Turning your head, you see the repeated pattern which you witness
everyday without change; passengers clumped at the front
while the rest are spaced out perfectly a few inches apart.
But don't we advocate change? For the better of the world?


Michael Jackson was right,
we need to heal the world.

so long, goodbye (sum 41)
3A's OAC performance song(:



A time passes by, direction unknown
You've left us now but we're not alone
Before you know it your cups overflown
You measured no one that I've ever known

And it's quite alright
And goodbye for now
Just look up to the stars
And believe who you are
Cause it's quite alright
And so long, goodbye

We always knew that it'd come to this
It's times like these i forget what i miss
Matters of heart are hard to address
Especially when yours is full of emptiness

And it's quite alright
And goodbye for now
Just look up to the stars
And believe who you are
Cause it's quite alright
And so long, goodbye


OAC passed by in a whirlwind!
And although i was deprived of food, bathing time, sleep and a proper bed,
all the classes really bonded,
and I have to thank the OAIs and OALs for all the sweat and grit they put in(:

i will not be afraid.
of whatever the future beholds,
of wherever life takes me to,
of what God's purpose for me is.

i will not cringe and wave my white flag,
when i go through turmoil and problems,
when i'm in a tense race or situation,
when i have to suffer pain of my own partaking.

for he has been good,
and i've truly been blessed to be a blessing(:



bio was so much easier than i thought,
except for a fewwww careless mistakes haha!
and imma 3rd runner for 4x200m SPH relays this sat!
Shoot me down man(: