dated 2/5/2005. 10:13:24 PM, my message history
a spoonful of sugar: hey hey!
mark: lets all pon sch on FRIDAY TO GO SENTOSA!!!!!!
night has fallen: haha
night has fallen: eff..
night has fallen: i got half day
a spoonful of sugar: *falls down* cannot la.. i haven't been in sch for abt 2wks liao, lol
that was definitely a t7 conversation.
and mark, yes, i'm the best right. fixed your archives. under the tagboard k, so it won't be in the way.. AND you threw away sth with my handwriting on it?? ok haha but I understand sigh.
guys, take care in NS :/
a spoonful of sugar: hey hey!
mark: lets all pon sch on FRIDAY TO GO SENTOSA!!!!!!
night has fallen: haha
night has fallen: eff..
night has fallen: i got half day
a spoonful of sugar: *falls down* cannot la.. i haven't been in sch for abt 2wks liao, lol
that was definitely a t7 conversation.
and mark, yes, i'm the best right. fixed your archives. under the tagboard k, so it won't be in the way.. AND you threw away sth with my handwriting on it?? ok haha but I understand sigh.
guys, take care in NS :/
said xiu * at 12:33 AM
Looking at these photographs,
everytime i see it makes me laugh,
everytime i see it makes me.....
or do they really?
LETTERBOXes. the flow with springcleaning.
i was cleaning my room just earlier. going through a plastic bag of things inside. and then as usual in spring cleaning, you come across many many old things, and then you decide whether to throw it away or not. LETTERBOX, if you can remember, appeared in that pile. it wrote on it, marksae, and with somevery familiar handwriting, please write me notes! it wasnt my handwriting, it was xiuf, cos i made someone else do it, and it always has to be xiuf. thats why i appreciate her soooo much.
LETTERBOX was something that was created only in that class, and distinctly ours to share. it was to write to each other things, saying nice things about everyone else. reminding each other how great they have been, thanking them for the every little thing that they did, just nice things. there wasnt a bad note that anyone found in their letter box. i can still remember it very clearly, each time we walked into class, the first time we'd do is check it, and it does brighten up our day.
childish acts, you may say, or so gay to some guys, but i beg to differ. i guess its with compliments and praises and appreication that we are able to live pass each day, humanly, happily, fully. and for a person who only hears abuses or nagative remarks will grow to become bitter and sad in life. people say a smile would brighten people's life, maybe so, but i guess a nice THANK YOU would really bring about a huge smile in a person's heart. i guess people say that praising would make a person's ego swell, but its moderation practiced. the ego only swells when praise is given out of proportion. yesh, i do agree that many people do things for the praise, but when they do not get the attention when they do something good to get the praise, it will have an adverse effect. you'd know what would happen. think about it. look at delinquents.
and as we grow, we have to grow out into reality, into the world of schemes and politics, of complications. if only the world was that simple, you say, i'd say so with you. but we never do realise that we were the ones who made it complicating? weren't we the ones who actually CONTINUED the tradition of politiking? weren't we as guilty as the other party that we are pointing our fingers at? weren't we making things complicated too? my mum used to tell me to be street wise. i hella got damn street wise, too streetwise for me own good. i'd read between the lines of what people say, i read into the intentions of every single thing, i'd size a person up with what he says. but life then started to get really complicating, really tiring. and i learnt one precious thing, why dont we just go back to the source? why don't we just go back to the whole start of things? well, simple, not that long ago, when we were born, CHILDISHLY we played with toys that could statisfy us, we'd play with a weasle that pops and makes us laugh, we'd play with our mother's fingers and laugh at the faces of some grown ups makin stupid faces at us. we didnt learn that these grown ups had motives for us when they made funny faces, there wasnt any intentions when we played masak masak with our bestfriends. there wasnt no complications.
it wasn't my mum's fault for teaching me the ways of this world early. human just began to become ugly. yesh, you may say that im shallow, you may say that just dreaming, im innocent, or even childish. but have you ever wondered how life would be like, not fearing someone would stab you in the back? how life would be like if you'd be appreciated for every single thing that you do? how life would be like, not worrying if the person beside you was to snatch your life, your wife, your money, your credits, your anything from you? and how life would also be like giving and taking and sharing and just loving? utopia, you'd say, a dreamland, something that i should actually stop thinking about now and getting on with life, with REALITY. the thing is that, people, they dream, they listen, they even long for it, but guess what? THEY DONT EVEN TRY.
for a while back then, i thought i had found my utopia. well, to me something quite close to it, if it wasnt. well, yesh we started trying to impress each other, but as time went by, things only seemed more clear, and the judging stopped, there wasn't any politiking, there was just one big clique. sounds familiar doesnt it? it sure does. there wasnt any complications, we just opened our hearts to each other, ourselves as well. WELL, WE LOST IT.
the LETTERBOXes were a good example of my utopian-ic world. there want a reason why something like that was there but just to encourage, just to show concern, even if it was an anonymous drop with 'are you ok?' and no one to tell NO IM NOT, it still made you realise that someone CARES, and someone actually notices that you aren't ok. with Love comes care, and with Love comes openness, with Love comes a hell lot of things that we could share together. even a friend Loves, and if everyone Loves, there would be an equal amount of giving and taking.
if we knew contentment, if we knew selflessness, if we knew Love, if we knew who God really was, Heaven would be in our midst. Utopia is even less than Heaven. Carl Marx had a great ambition, he had the dream of utopianism, he lacked an important factor, Love.
at the end. i accidentally tossed the LETTERBOX with the rest of the trash. it wasnt actually part of the trash, but something dropped on my leg and i got flustered as it messed my room i trashed everything into the plastic bag and tossed it. it hurts my heart, but thats the last of my dream of utopia. the representation of such a culture that was shared, if only the people were willing to keep things simple, if only they didnt want to complicate things, if only they'd want it so strongly still, the LETTERBOX wouldn't even be put in such high regard. its like a late loved one's belongings. it only gains sentimental value after the owner has passed.
still, IF ONLY, and what can be done about it? and what can be resurrected? something thats a Once Was will never be the same ever. even a replica is only a replica. fabricated to LOOK like the same. we all know, it'll never the same.
sorry i may sound a lil' harsh. but these are a words of me at 3 am in the morning. take some time the think about it.
when i said i gave up, and when did you ever know me as a quitter?
.Sensitive.Addictive.Emotions.
everytime i see it makes me laugh,
everytime i see it makes me.....
or do they really?
LETTERBOXes. the flow with springcleaning.
i was cleaning my room just earlier. going through a plastic bag of things inside. and then as usual in spring cleaning, you come across many many old things, and then you decide whether to throw it away or not. LETTERBOX, if you can remember, appeared in that pile. it wrote on it, marksae, and with somevery familiar handwriting, please write me notes! it wasnt my handwriting, it was xiuf, cos i made someone else do it, and it always has to be xiuf. thats why i appreciate her soooo much.
LETTERBOX was something that was created only in that class, and distinctly ours to share. it was to write to each other things, saying nice things about everyone else. reminding each other how great they have been, thanking them for the every little thing that they did, just nice things. there wasnt a bad note that anyone found in their letter box. i can still remember it very clearly, each time we walked into class, the first time we'd do is check it, and it does brighten up our day.
childish acts, you may say, or so gay to some guys, but i beg to differ. i guess its with compliments and praises and appreication that we are able to live pass each day, humanly, happily, fully. and for a person who only hears abuses or nagative remarks will grow to become bitter and sad in life. people say a smile would brighten people's life, maybe so, but i guess a nice THANK YOU would really bring about a huge smile in a person's heart. i guess people say that praising would make a person's ego swell, but its moderation practiced. the ego only swells when praise is given out of proportion. yesh, i do agree that many people do things for the praise, but when they do not get the attention when they do something good to get the praise, it will have an adverse effect. you'd know what would happen. think about it. look at delinquents.
and as we grow, we have to grow out into reality, into the world of schemes and politics, of complications. if only the world was that simple, you say, i'd say so with you. but we never do realise that we were the ones who made it complicating? weren't we the ones who actually CONTINUED the tradition of politiking? weren't we as guilty as the other party that we are pointing our fingers at? weren't we making things complicated too? my mum used to tell me to be street wise. i hella got damn street wise, too streetwise for me own good. i'd read between the lines of what people say, i read into the intentions of every single thing, i'd size a person up with what he says. but life then started to get really complicating, really tiring. and i learnt one precious thing, why dont we just go back to the source? why don't we just go back to the whole start of things? well, simple, not that long ago, when we were born, CHILDISHLY we played with toys that could statisfy us, we'd play with a weasle that pops and makes us laugh, we'd play with our mother's fingers and laugh at the faces of some grown ups makin stupid faces at us. we didnt learn that these grown ups had motives for us when they made funny faces, there wasnt any intentions when we played masak masak with our bestfriends. there wasnt no complications.
it wasn't my mum's fault for teaching me the ways of this world early. human just began to become ugly. yesh, you may say that im shallow, you may say that just dreaming, im innocent, or even childish. but have you ever wondered how life would be like, not fearing someone would stab you in the back? how life would be like if you'd be appreciated for every single thing that you do? how life would be like, not worrying if the person beside you was to snatch your life, your wife, your money, your credits, your anything from you? and how life would also be like giving and taking and sharing and just loving? utopia, you'd say, a dreamland, something that i should actually stop thinking about now and getting on with life, with REALITY. the thing is that, people, they dream, they listen, they even long for it, but guess what? THEY DONT EVEN TRY.
for a while back then, i thought i had found my utopia. well, to me something quite close to it, if it wasnt. well, yesh we started trying to impress each other, but as time went by, things only seemed more clear, and the judging stopped, there wasn't any politiking, there was just one big clique. sounds familiar doesnt it? it sure does. there wasnt any complications, we just opened our hearts to each other, ourselves as well. WELL, WE LOST IT.
the LETTERBOXes were a good example of my utopian-ic world. there want a reason why something like that was there but just to encourage, just to show concern, even if it was an anonymous drop with 'are you ok?' and no one to tell NO IM NOT, it still made you realise that someone CARES, and someone actually notices that you aren't ok. with Love comes care, and with Love comes openness, with Love comes a hell lot of things that we could share together. even a friend Loves, and if everyone Loves, there would be an equal amount of giving and taking.
if we knew contentment, if we knew selflessness, if we knew Love, if we knew who God really was, Heaven would be in our midst. Utopia is even less than Heaven. Carl Marx had a great ambition, he had the dream of utopianism, he lacked an important factor, Love.
at the end. i accidentally tossed the LETTERBOX with the rest of the trash. it wasnt actually part of the trash, but something dropped on my leg and i got flustered as it messed my room i trashed everything into the plastic bag and tossed it. it hurts my heart, but thats the last of my dream of utopia. the representation of such a culture that was shared, if only the people were willing to keep things simple, if only they didnt want to complicate things, if only they'd want it so strongly still, the LETTERBOX wouldn't even be put in such high regard. its like a late loved one's belongings. it only gains sentimental value after the owner has passed.
still, IF ONLY, and what can be done about it? and what can be resurrected? something thats a Once Was will never be the same ever. even a replica is only a replica. fabricated to LOOK like the same. we all know, it'll never the same.
sorry i may sound a lil' harsh. but these are a words of me at 3 am in the morning. take some time the think about it.
when i said i gave up, and when did you ever know me as a quitter?
.Sensitive.Addictive.Emotions.
said 1t07 at 3:01 AM
alright, wanted to post since christmas but i was always too lazy. i apologize :] anyways, it's SOOOO great to see this blog still up and running. like really heartwarming when i read all these recents posts... wow. 2 years has flown by isn't it?
today's e 13th of jan, and looking back, 2 years ago we would've just passed our first week together as a class; e start of a smashing time together! haha aHhhhHhh. i'm really excited :]
anyways, we gotta have one of our BIG gatherings again, when bing and jun and dan and all e army guys can make it, yea? in e meantime, happy working ya'll and i REALLY MISS YOU ALL!
-manda*
today's e 13th of jan, and looking back, 2 years ago we would've just passed our first week together as a class; e start of a smashing time together! haha aHhhhHhh. i'm really excited :]
anyways, we gotta have one of our BIG gatherings again, when bing and jun and dan and all e army guys can make it, yea? in e meantime, happy working ya'll and i REALLY MISS YOU ALL!
-manda*
said 1t07 at 1:20 PM