Wednesday, December 13, 2006
It has been years of perseverance,
and yet,
when one looks back,
we ask ourselves: how had I lived?
How had I lived?
Do you consider being happy as living?
Do you consider success as living?
My days are spent on aimless moves,
that eventually lead me to nowhere.
Is this living?
Days spent in routine,
with slight burps when term ends.
Is this living?
I had not been successful,
on the other hand not compromising my principles,
yet, I was able to turn around,
and say that I have lived.
They say: Live live with no regrets.
Yet, who could acclaim that they had done so?
Only after bouts of regrets,
can one realise they should have done otherwise.
Only now, I know,
the people I have not cherished, are eventually,
the ones I cherish most.
Only now, I know,
things I've put off doing, are eventually,
the ones I will end up doing willingly.
Only now, I know,
thoughts I've always wanted to keep silent, are eventually,
the ones I wanted so badly to voice.
Only now, I know,
how important it is to follow your dreams, and
not worry about bread-and-butter issues.
Only now, I know,
the only way to subjugate your dreams, is to
know what your dream is.
Only now, I know,
how the important things and people,
have always been there.
Yet,
only now, I know,
I should cherish them.
Only now, I know,
the battle of the best always exist,
and it's not up to you,
not to take part in it.
Only now, I know,
I should do everything,
that I've always wanted to do,
come the day when I choose to do it,
but I can't, anymore.
Only now, I know,
how a piece of priceless memory,
makes me laugh out loud in the middle of the night,
and yet,
I could sleep on diamonds,
and not feel a tinge of happiness.
Only now, I know,
that,
only now, I know.
and yet,
when one looks back,
we ask ourselves: how had I lived?
How had I lived?
Do you consider being happy as living?
Do you consider success as living?
My days are spent on aimless moves,
that eventually lead me to nowhere.
Is this living?
Days spent in routine,
with slight burps when term ends.
Is this living?
I had not been successful,
on the other hand not compromising my principles,
yet, I was able to turn around,
and say that I have lived.
They say: Live live with no regrets.
Yet, who could acclaim that they had done so?
Only after bouts of regrets,
can one realise they should have done otherwise.
Only now, I know,
the people I have not cherished, are eventually,
the ones I cherish most.
Only now, I know,
things I've put off doing, are eventually,
the ones I will end up doing willingly.
Only now, I know,
thoughts I've always wanted to keep silent, are eventually,
the ones I wanted so badly to voice.
Only now, I know,
how important it is to follow your dreams, and
not worry about bread-and-butter issues.
Only now, I know,
the only way to subjugate your dreams, is to
know what your dream is.
Only now, I know,
how the important things and people,
have always been there.
Yet,
only now, I know,
I should cherish them.
Only now, I know,
the battle of the best always exist,
and it's not up to you,
not to take part in it.
Only now, I know,
I should do everything,
that I've always wanted to do,
come the day when I choose to do it,
but I can't, anymore.
Only now, I know,
how a piece of priceless memory,
makes me laugh out loud in the middle of the night,
and yet,
I could sleep on diamonds,
and not feel a tinge of happiness.
Only now, I know,
that,
only now, I know.
what we could have been, 7:27 PM.
Saturday, December 9, 2006
CCHMS school song recorded on Graduation Day 2006: the audio is good, but the visual is not appealing. :)
what we could have been, 12:01 AM.
Friday, December 8, 2006
I bet the night of 29th November 2006 was the first time my schoolmates saw me in a dress, definitely. On the other hand, i wasn't really in a dress, its a piece of clothing with the upper portion sewed to the lower part made of different materials, and a little stripy column down my right arm. It was supposed to look, erm..cool? Here's a little look at it --
However, on arrival at Hilton Hotel, Singapore, I thought I saw a grown up's party? Girls dressed in night dress looked so matured, clad with mini hand pouches and cameras, snapping away at anything from their group of friends to the lighting along Orchard Road. Guys, most of them, looked suave, and adult. Needless to say, I was grabbing anyone I know to take a photo with them. Mind you, it may be the last time we'll attend such a function together. Even the restrained Miss Teo was dressed in a dress and waved with fly kisses during the dressing up parade.
My first introduction to contact lenses was, all I can say, horrible, but at least its worth a try. The lens just irritates your eye. After all, I feel I look better in my specs.
After the dinner, we didn't do anything much, we didn't dance or take class photos, just sat around and took individual photos. It was uncomfortable in boots, but it matched the dress, so I think its worth the wear.
Prom night was fun, but the preparation for it was hectic. It was a chance that we finally got to get out of our schoolgirl or schoolboy 'skins' and dress ourselves up. Pretty or not, who cares? Just enjoy yourself!
Labels: Prom
what we could have been, 10:57 PM.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Now, I am currently struggling with how to get my template up. So I guess the template won't work unless I have at least a post, so here I am...
Even so, with the O levels exams over and having enjoyed myself thoroughly for one month, I am getting bored with the slackey life I am living now. Gotta get something to do. So when I do get my blogskin up ready, I will most probably upload some school notes which I like but am going to throw away because of the limited space in my room.
Even so, with the O levels exams over and having enjoyed myself thoroughly for one month, I am getting bored with the slackey life I am living now. Gotta get something to do. So when I do get my blogskin up ready, I will most probably upload some school notes which I like but am going to throw away because of the limited space in my room.
what we could have been, 6:17 PM.
