A New Discovery

Here are the words of a poet who means a lot to me. I know that poet personally, but as for why I know that poet and why that poet means so much to me, I'll let you figure it out. I selected two of the poet's poems to put up here, which have the greatest hints to finding out the answers to the above two questions. Happy reading!!!

Oh, just so you know, the poet hates rhyming. But the poet's works DO have a certain form (Lit student Lit student...). See if you can figure out what it is.

Life isn't that screwed up after all...

Well, it's Day 6 since my computer died on me, and despite all the setbacks, I have a lot to be thankful for.


Firstly, for the fact that I managed to salvage most of the crucial data from my hard disk, which means I can still operate somewhat. Secondly, my DS, which means I can listen to music anyway even with my laptop out of commission. Thirdly, my pen and pencil, which means I can still entertain myself by writing myself stories. Fourthly, that my life got brightened up somewhat when I found out I got shortlisted for Outward Bound Korea! It'll be a wonderful experience, and I hope I can make it through the last stage by successfully getting top 15% of the level for promos. Which brings me to the fifth thing I can be thankful for, God, who has helped me be resourceful enough to do stuff without electronic help (primarily PW!!!) and also for the sixth thing I can be thankful for: FRIENDS, who make my days fun to live out, all the time and everyday.


Heh. I'm still humming the song. I wouldn't even have started humming it 24/7 if SOMEBODY *sarcastic hint hint...I know you'll read this eventually...* hadn't been grabbing my DS at every oppurtunity to listen to it and then go on and on about what a nice song it is. But I don't mind, really. It IS a nice song... Catchy tune, too...

Electronic Wonders

I realised the reason why you can't rely totally on electronic advances to get stuff done. It's because when you most need it, it betrays you. Complete Murphy's Law style.


My laptop 'blue-screen of death' ed me today, and I had all three TMUN articles to email (SEE how much we rely on technology?!?) to my chief editor before tomorrow. Imagine my chagrin, fear, depression and how much I just wanted to cry right there and then in McD once I realised that all my data could be lost in...... wherever deleted data goes.


And so I consulted our Student Council's resident IT Architect and Secretary General of TMUN to try get his help for extracting my data from my hard disk, if possible. Even with all his legendary skills, he could not do it, but recommended a place to me in Sim Lim Square.


So, in five hours, I went to Sim Lim Square, bought all the equipment I needed to extract the data from my hard drive, and did the TMUN stuff and sent it off. And until I confirmed that my data was indeed uncorrupted and could be extracted, I was freaking scared all the way.


Another piece of evidence that I myself, at least, rely a lot on technology. I met the ZAP people on the bus to Sim Lim Square today, and it seems that I require printing so many times that they know my face already... How remarkable...

What A Relief

I finally managed to do it. All of a sudden, inspiration flowed, and my fingers transferred thoughts, words, pictures and scenarios onto the virtual paper that is Microsoft Word.


All that remains is for me to edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit and edit. Then I print it out on real paper, package it into a huge envelope three times my weight along with the contest entry form, and then send it off and leave the rest in God's hands.


I would be stupid not to, really. It's just that some people are wise, and the rest are *other*wise. And clearly, I'm not one of the wise ones. Thus prompting me to count on the assistance of the omniscient one.

The United Nations

Many bodies have had the wonderful idea of initiating an event called the Model United Nations where the 'common man' can be exposed to the inner workings of the United Nations' assembly, as well as form their own opinions on world issues and try to understand the different countries' perspective on it all.


TJC was no different, setting up the inaugural Temasek Model United Nations just yesterday, which will end today.


But seriously, if the United Nations really operated like the one in TJ now, World War 3 would have started already.


Arguably, the organisers find it a good sign that the delegates are all immersing themselves so much into their roles as representatives of their own countries, but until the point where undiplomatic hints, sarcasm and insults start flying left, right and centre? As the editor of the Press Corps, yours truly was deeply amused at the debate going on during the mock assembly of the United Nations, but was also very impressed at the depth of knowledge and understanding of the countries' stands that they all had at their fingertips, with a few *notable* exceptions... But anyway, the event is proving to be a success, if censored appropriately, and everyone is having fun.


Me? I got me some articles to write mwahahahahahahaha...

What Could Have Been

I was ready to post an emo post here. I'm serious. I even had it all typed out on notepad, ready to copy and paste into Blogger as soon as I got on the Internet. It was all about how I'm not sure I can do well for promos and how I'm not totally sure I left my dark past and yada yada yada...


But just after I typed it out, before I could get on the Net, I felt a great urge to pray, and pour out my troubles to the one other Person who totally understands me, that is, God. And I did. For a good 45 minutes. And as I talked and talked and talked, I felt Him there. He was listening, and listening, and listening, patiently and lovingly as only the Heavenly Father can.


To end my session, I asked that as I went through the 42 days left before promos, I asked that as I studied and worked, that He give me His peace that I would not be stressed, His wisdom so I would understand everything I was learning, His joy that I might be able to smile through my troubles, and His assurance that He would always be beside me through it all. And just like always, I got what I asked for, exceedingly abundantly provided to me.


And as I prepared to go back to my room, He asked me to refer to His Book. And as He asked, I followed, and I found a nugget of gold.


"For the hearts of these people are hardened,
and their ears cannot hear,
and they have closed their eyes—
so their eyes cannot see,
and their ears cannot hear,
and their hearts cannot understand,
and they cannot turn to Me
and let Me heal them." - Matthew 13:15, The Holy Bible


This was a flaw of humanity identified by Jesus one day, that humans just refused to turn to the one Person who would always be able to help them, whenever they needed help. But in the criticism lies a promise, that the reverse is true: That if only we can soften our hearts, learn to listen, and open our eyes, we can turn to Him, and He, without any doubt whatsoever, WILL heal and support us.


And after I read this, I closed His Book, and added something on to the prayer, that I would learn to automatically lean on Him, whatever the situation. God's help is the first thing I should ask for. And then I find out how He plans to help me help myself. Not the other way around.

Between A Rock and A Hard Place

Yes, I shall not bother to romanticize it. There's no need to. We've all faced tough choices sometime in life. If you haven't, you really need to get a life. But I digress. The choices I had to make today have led me to question what some of priorities in life really are.


Choice 1. The aftermath of our Strengths Quest testing, a purchased privilege so my batch could get a better idea of what their personality strengths were. We were tasked eons ago to do the test. After the test, we had to write a feedback/reflection at-least-100-words email to the company giving them, well, our feedback. I liked the idea of Strengths Quest, and told them as much, with a bit of elaboration. I had not the faintest idea our emails, depending on how useful our feedback was, had a chance of winning a Borders or Haagen Dasz voucher.


So imagine the shock when my name was read out this morning. The first response was shocked disbelief. I mean, my luck is such that I NEVER win lucky draws. Okay, fine, with one exception, this one. But that is precisely why I felt so shocked today. And in my shock, I never heard which of the vouchers I had won. And I think it is incredibly funny that there are those who swear on their *insert whatever here* that I won a Borders voucher, while others swear just as violently that I won Haagen Dasz. You'd think that when people stood a chance of winning ANYTHING, especially here in Singapore, they'd pay attention.


Later on, during Drama, Mr Heng (the endlessly cool teacher who set up the Strengths Quest for my batch) passed by our motley crew by chance. He asked how I felt about winning something. Kind of a no-brainer question. But I also told him I never caught the statement which would tell me what exactly I had won. He chuckled and asked me which of the two I would prefer. And that question, I could not answer.


Winning ice-cream supports everything my personality commands. Treat my friends. Celebrate. Share my blessing with those who matter much to me. But winning (in essence) a free book supports the more quiet side of my life. Books ARE my entire quiet life. And I love reading. Anyone who knows me can tell you that. Someone even said once to me she could see my eyes sparkle when I heard of a book sale down at Kallang Leisure Park.


Look at me argue with myself. I think the GP essays have gotten to me. But the question stands. Which of the two WOULD I prefer? And I still can't answer that question.


Choice 2. Drama Club meeting. Our much-loved (actually, by using this term I do it much injustice. The word isn't strong enough. In fact, none are.) Gold with Honours SYF Play will be lovingly put up again, for the final time, before we finally let go of it and turn our focus to the future. Sure, some seniors would rather be studying, and none of us can possibly blame them, and so have released them from their obligations as part of the team, leaving us with a smaller crew and a cast that has gaps that must be filled with other blood. But it's still looking good.


Our play will be shown on the 16th of August, Saturday. Which would not be a problem if I didn't have Temasek Model United Nations (which I ironically signed up for under my own free will a few months before) on the very same day. The event ends at 6, and the play starts at 7.30, meaning I can still crew, like I always have. Problem is, due to the possibility that I might be too late, understandably I cannot have any key role. And so I must be stripped of my previous role as assistant stage lights manager.


I don't suppose this is really a choice. I mean, after all, to get out of TMUN, we have to face Mr. Aziz. So really, I have no choice at all. But I ask myself: What would I rather be doing? Would I want more to see my article in the special Politics issue of the Temasek Times as a proud member of the Press Corps, or help my lighting manager flip switches just like before? What would I feel more fulfilled doing, satisfying my love for writing, or playing a more major role in helping the cast make magic for the last time? The pencil, or the stage? I guess I'll never really know.


But I do know this (or at least, I think it). Our choices change to fit our circumstances. But that is a philosophical debate for another time. Besides, the KI students would probably be more equipped to tackle this topic.

Be Careful What You Wish For...

Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. Here's a story from my roommate:


The words of my roomie (translated from Bahasa Indo):


When I was young, I would pray to God every night. And I would pray:
"God, please grant me a good life partner,
one I can love, one my parents would approve of.
Really, it's perfectly all right even if beauty is not her defining quality,
as long as she can make me happy,
as long as I can pour out my troubles to her,
as long as I can enjoy beautiful moments along with her,
as long as she would always dispel my boredom,
as long as she can put up with the shortcomings of my personality,
and shall not part with me for a long time.


Six or seven years later, I can't remember, I was brought somewhere along with my dad, and then she caught my eye. I could feel it. Well... it was... love.
My dad looked up from his business for a while, chuckled to himself and I, and said:
"Son, in my opinion, she is best suited for you.
She isn't that elegant or stylish,
but she can make you happy.
You can pour out all your troubles into her receiver,
Her camera can help you capture all those good times,
She can play music for you, and dispel your boredom.
She is tough, and will no doubt be able to withstand your roughness."


And so, with my father's blessing, I was united with her. We've been together for three years now, and I don't think we're going to part ways anytime soon.


Yup, me and my beloved Nokia 3330.


Well, who am I to complain? My prayer was answered.


God has a wonderful sense of humour, doesn't He? And as he made my roomie laugh in retrospect, I too am continuously inspired and motivated by the Creator of Laughter, to continue to find a reason to smile, everyday!!!

Um....

My blog. D'uh.

Where stray bolts(thoughts) get discharged from my head before they ionise every brain cell in my cerebral cortex.

That is... if I had one...



Name: WthameXt

Age: Septumdecim

Education Level: Jay Too

Place of Residence: A jungle with lots of lions...

Occupation: Foreign worker (here's to all you ASEAN scholars out there! ;P)

Likes: Food, Games, Sleep, Lightning

Dislikes: Nothing really...

Religion: Christian!!! And proud of it!!!





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