Short hair?

I cut my hair. Again. So sue me.

I don't know what's come over me, cutting my hair so many times. I guess its become an obsession. Haha, no lah, that's an exaggeration. But when the hairdresser was cutting my hair I just kept saying in my head, "Cut more, cut more!"

I think I'm going crazy.

Let me tell you my history with hair.

I've had long hair since I was, about, Primary 2 and never ever cut it 'cos when I was about 6 years old this person cut my hair too short and I cried for 3 days and 3 nights. (Another exaggeration.) Well, I really treasured my hair back then and then was too traumatized to cut my hair short again.

This year, I don't know what's come over me, but one day I looked at my reflection and I decided I was sick of my long hair after so many years.

So I cut it the next day. Talk about being rash.

Some people think short hair doesn't suit me, but what can I do? What's done is done. Do I miss my long hair? Sure I do. I didn't miss it the first few weeks, but now, I'm starting to miss it more and more.

I should just get a move on.

Tribute to 07A06

It's official.

And it's over.

07A06 will be no more.

I've really really really really enjoyed my time being in this class and I must say, it's one of the most nosiest, unpredictable, enjoyable, fun, LOUDest, craziest, wackiest class I've ever been in. I still can't believe the fact that 07A06 will be no more next year. This is one place where I feel belonged to. These are people with big hearts.

Sorry that I'm not there for most of the outings (like how y'all in town now but I'm at home with a sprained ankle), but know that I really do treasure you guys! It's been a really enjoyable one year in JC1, knowing how worried I was when I stepped into PJC unsure of what the future held but you guys helped in that department so so so much.

This is to us.

'Cos you guys make me happy. Lol.

Shoot my mouth off

Hello! Gonna be bloggin' about random things today.

Didya know? I have another blog! Hahah I really don't know what's up with me getting another one when I don't even update this regurly, but I'll try my best!

http://more-of-you.blogspot.com

It's my e-Spiritual Journal, I thought it'd be easier to have two separate ones instead of lumping them both together here. Just for me to share my walk with God. Comment there too if you pop by!

I realised, that I was writing more freely before I actually let people see this blog. Now, I don't really write as freely anymore 'cos I guess in my subconscious mind I know that people get to see what I'm writing and therefore am more careful. I dunno. Just something I realised.

And, I can't express how much I love Ribena! I think, that it's the greatest drink ever invented and it's just oh-so-convenient and I love the way it tastes when I drink it when I'm thirsty. I get absolutely refreshed!

That's all for now, folks.

Time = Money

Yes, it's true!

I mean, the money you spend is proportional to the time you save. In other words, the more money you spend, the more time you save! Heh.

When traveling from one place to another, taking the MRT is cheap, but takes a long time. Taking a taxi is real fast, but you spend way more.

If you want hair extentions, you need to pay more (a lot a lot more) for it. If you're going bald, you have to go to Beijing 101 and pay for it to grow back too. But, if you just let it grow, it takes very longgggg....

If a guy wants to propose to a girl, the bigger the diamond ring, the more the money spent, the faster she'll marry him. 'Nuff said.

Therefore, I conclude, time = money.

Hosanna!

Just imagine this..


The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them. They brought the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them and Jesus sat on them. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted.


"Hosanna to the Son of David!"

"Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"

"Hosanna in the highest!"


When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, "Who is this?"

The crowds answered, "This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee."

Matthew 21:6-11


Although I came across this verse many times, I read it again today and it took my breath away. Because I could imagine the glory, the triumph when Jesus entered Jerusalem. I could imagine if I were in the crowd, surely I would be ecstatic! Jesus needed no finery or trumpets or grand horses. He himself was enough, "gentle and riding on a donkey on a colt". He came in a way that was humble but yet the people shouted "Hosanna!" and blessed his name, welcoming the King of kings and Lord of lords, praising Him and exalting him.

Wow.

P.S
'Hosanna' is a Hebrew expression meaning "Save!" which became an exclaimation of praise.

Ready.. and, ACTION

"All the world’s a stage and the people are merely actors."

Shakespeare couldn't have said it better.

Ever noticed? People just go through day by day acting in their own drama serial, but it's never them. Laugh in school, cry at home. Every day, it's just a cycle that they go through for the sake of it.

And then they ask what's the meaning of life. Ha, the irony of it.

I think, sometimes, that people just enjoy fake-ness and superficiality. The drama serial at the end of the day is just, fake tears, acting and lives that are not real. And keeps us entertained -- hooked, even. We enjoy acting with each other, involved in each other's plays and sometimes go a step further into feelings. Relationships are not based on the person; they are based on popularity, on what the person can offer, they are based on money.

Maybe the fake stuff is a cover up. That would explain plastic surgery, fight between beauty and slimming centres. It's a cover up for how bad you feel inside. If you look good on the outside, maybe, just maybe, you're the same on the inside. And maybe, just maybe, you're happier. You have self confidence, you have what it takes. People look up to you. That's how you measure happiness?

We've all learnt that that's not true.

People chase after their empty dreams, wanting to be Cinderella, the swan after being the ugly duckling, being the star they always wanted to be, but in the end, these dreams are just empty. Empty, empty, empty.

And love? What is love? I'm disgusted by the way love has evolved into lust. Talk about PDA. You see it blatantly on the MRT nowadays, it's not a taboo anymore. In fact, it's a trend. I wonder, how are parents supposed to explain or protect their children anymore.

Love is supposed to be sweeter than that.

A mother giving up her job to take care of her children. A father who puts his children's photographs on his desk in his office. An elderly couple still holding hands in the park. A husband who never forgets their wedding anniversary. That is love. Sure, it isn't exciting, but it lasts.

We always think about satisfying ourselves, then others. Because of what we want, we've lowered our standards. Way, way, way low. (Ever seen those low rise jeans?)

It's all an act. Why can't we keep it real?

P.S
I'm not emo, just a passing thought. :)

Uniquely Singapore

I love the Singapore life, I can't imagine to be anywhere else on this earth.

Where else can you get hawker centres where the uncles and aunties shout across the entire place just to order some coffee? (I don't really know what they shout though.) Although sometimes it's oily and sticky, but I just love the way people gather and just have a simple lunch over good Singaporean food, the sound of frying and clattering of plates. It's just all so homely.

I love it when I feel safe in the public buses at night, when I sleep in my room and I can hear the bus just quietly drive past, and knowing that everything is still consistent and I'm safe in my bed.

I don't show it, but I love to observe the people around me on the MRT. I've always had a fascination of thinking how their lives are from the things they carry, from the way they dress, from the way they talk on the phone, and guessing if they, like me, had a late night before when they try to catch forty winks on the train. The steady train's movement is just so calming, look out and sometimes I would be able to spot a nice view of a river, look at the people walking below, just let my thoughts wander.

I love being at Choa Chu Kang Interchange and Yew Tee MRT station because that's when I know I've reached home after a long day in school or after somewhere tiring. Seeing how the busdrivers talk to each other and people young and old gathering gives a sense of familiarity. And there will always be the makeshift ice cream stall who sell ice cream super cheap.

HDB flats was where I grew up in, from two-room, to five-room, to executive and I always love how I know that I'm where I'm supposed to be no matter where I am in Singapore; they give me a sense of security.

I like the feeling where I step out on a Sunday afternoon and there are people playing in the basketball court, turn to your left and you see a small girl roller blading under the void deck, and a few kids playing badminton. It gives me assurance to know that although the education system is tough, but it's not taking a toll on students here.

Festive occassions are the best -- Christmas lights in Orchard Road, the bright colours of lanterns and candles in the park, food and visiting during Chinese New Year, and so much so much more.

I feel sorry for the tourists who come to the Zoo (which exploit them of their money just 'cos they're angmo. Did you see how much one zoo ticket costs?!), the birdpark and underwater world, leaving Singapore sweating profusely (it's too hot, they say) and thinking that that's all to it. But there's so much more, things they don't see, things that only Singaporeans know and identify with.

I'm glad I'm not anywhere but here :)

Worship

I love the feeling of my fingers being able to be free on the keyboard and just expressing my love to God on the keyboard. It just feels so free. I guess that's why they call it 'free worship', because you are not only not limited within a song but you also feel so free. Wow. Refreshing. And after I played, I prayed:

Lord, every song I lift to You;
Praises of You are like honey on my lips,
So sweet and yet so precious
That everytime, once I've tasted it, I long for more
I yearn to linger in Your presence.
For it is You that leads me by still waters
And lets me rest under Your wing.
Almighty God!
I declare Your name!
So that people may hear, and will know,
That You are my God who delivers,
Who has mercy.
Never failing and undying is Your love
That lasts for a thousand generations.
I fear You, Lord
But yet, I want to draw nearer to You.
God, You are my Lord
Creator of the Heavens and the Earth!
No one can comprehend Your worth.

Sure, although some lines are taken out of the bible and some taken out from songs, each line is what I really mean and put together, they make my own personal song to the Lord.

And who says you need a melody to have a song? I have one in my heart. ♫

Don't Know What to Blog About

Title tells all.

Life after Promos have been rather, what's the word, productive-less. If there's ever such a word.

Actually, I have tons to blog about 'cos I've got tons of thoughts that I've had recently that I think people can identify with but, now, they're all gone. So that explains why I haven't been blogging even though Promos have been over since one week ago. For me, writing must be a on-the-spot thing after I've gathered my thoughts, if not, the feeling won't be there anymore. Talk about writer's block.

What my thoughts are right now:

• I love God. I love spending time with Him.
• One day, I wanna travel the world.
• I need to know how to drive. (I can't stand being stranded and being so helpless anymore.)
• I think that the division between neighbourhood and elite schools is quite crap.
• Why people won't bother bending down for a 5-cent coin anymore?
• I love watching TV but it kinda sucks the life out of me after that.
• I kinda like studying now. Studying ≠ Mugging.

Haha. Shall do a proper post soon. Cheers to all.

P.S.
Sorry I know it's kinda irritating to see a down-dated (opposite of up-dated) blog for one month now, but will try to update regularly from now on!

In Between Tasks

In between tasks, I take time out to talk and listen to God:

Lord, so often I've wondered
If I've said the right thing
Or given the right advice
Or prayed enough
Or read Your word enough
Why am I always so uncertain?
"Child, nothing you could do
Would never be 'enough'.
Leave yourself alone
And delight in me."

I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God
-Isaiah 61:10

It's not all always about the highs, how much life is wonderful with God and all, but I do have my uncertain moments too. But that's what keeps it real, doesn't it? God doesn't want me to be perfect, He wants me to make mistakes, wants me to fall, He wants me to listen to Him and move on. That's what causes growth.

Sometimes, I feel so overwhelmed by the pressures of life and time but listening to what God has to say and just knowing that He is there keeps me going.

God, You are my best inspiration.

Title-less Post

I'm so proud of myself 'cos now I'm blogging regularly. But this also means I come online regularly which is not good too. I'm gonna stop coming so regularly when Promos are dead near.

Which is actually, like, now, but anyhow, I'm here already so might as well blog.

So it's a title-less post 'cos I don't really have a title for this as I'm gonna blog just about happenings and thoughts going through my mind lately.

Firstly, prayer meeting today was so awesome, God's presence was just there in the room in the midst of 12 people and I can testify today that when "two or three come together in [God's] name, there [He is] with [us]". Matthew 18:20 And for those who were there today, never give up in finding that promised land with breakthrough alright! I just looooovvve it when all of God's people come together and worship Him wholeheartedly, God never fails to turn up. Awesome God! And to think that I was worried because the previous day I had no idea what to say, but God always turns up when I cry out to Him and voila! I had an awesome time in His presence.

Secondly, Mrs Beh (my literature teacher for Pride & Prejudice) said something today that got me thinking. Haha, it's actually not some deep philosophy or anything, but she was actually trying to illustrate how it would feel like for Darcy to propose to Elizabeth so she asked us to imagine Prince William/Harry/jksldjfskd (I can't remember which) came to Pioneer Junior College and come up to one of us saying that he saw our face on facebook and wants to marry now.

To be honest I actually imagined that happening to me, and I actually thought what I would do. You know, as you grow older, the idea of the future keeps coming, and marriage is definitely one of them (don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about).

I think most girls would definitely wanna marry a rich guy so we girls don't needa work for the rest of our lives and play mahjong with ten gold rings on our ten fingers, watied on hand and foot. Discover the taitai in you!

But when I put myself in that situation when Prince jksldjfskd wants to propose to me (LOL I can't believe I actually imagined the whole thing out), I would say a straight 'NO'. Because the first thing that would come into my mind would be 'I can't go to church anymore', and then 'What about my family?' and "I won't be able to stay with my parents anymore" and "I won't ever learn how to drive 'cos I will have a chauffeur" and "I won't be able to praise God freely at home any longer" and "I won't be able to see my brothers and sisters in Christ as frequent any more".

So who cares about Prince jksldjfskd? I wanna live my life the way God planned it out to be. :D

Monday Blues

Which of you got fooled by my really (x100) post huh? Own up own up!

I admit I'm not a faitful a blogger as some are, but at least I try. Aren't I blogging right now? And it's not even a month yet!

Well I'm here to say my thoughts about Monday Blues, what most of us have when Monday comes.

Actually if you come to think of it, Sunday has a different feel to it too. Maybe it's only at my house but come Sunday, everything just feels so Sunday-ish. If you get what I mean please comment. But you just know that it's a Sunday, and the next day will be a Monday. Maybe it's 'cos of the Sunday Night Movie on Channel 5 that contributes, or maybe even the fact where everything just feels so Sunday.

So, the next day is Monday.

And everybody, on the train to work and to school, is quiet.

Sometimes, if you notice, you see their downturned mouths, their furrowed brows while they try to take forty winks while the train moves steadily down the track. (And if look even more carefully, you can see the oily scalp prints against the clear window thingys at the side. EWWWW)

Monday Blues strike again. Everybody's wanting to be anywhere but here.

The train stops at Yew Tee MRT station, the woman's warm voice, which contrasts so much with the mood at that time, announces the arrival and Miss Kon steps in light-footed, light-hearted and humming a praise song tune she sung last Saturday in youth group at church (Song: Only One for Me). Her face is different from the rest, not frowning, not complianing, but actually looking forward to go to school. She'd just heard from God the previous night and now, refreshed by His word, was all set for that week's challanges. Monday Blues, Yellows, Reds, Whites or Blacks don't bother her at all.

Her focus is on God.

I always tell myself I have the joy of the Lord, and He provides according to His glorious riches, and strength is definitely one of His provisions. So, you know, when Monday comes, it's hard being joyful when the mood is somber and everybody's not smiling. But when the focus is on God, it takes my vision off my surroundings and onto Him. It's so much easier, I feel so much stronger and revived to start this week together with Him.

Gosh, I'm so glad I have God.

FINALLY

Finally... a new post!

Hahaha I'm so so sorry everyone. I know how it feels like to go somebody's blog and see the same:

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everytime you come and get sick and tired of it alreally - i mean already.

So. Nothing much to say, this post just to tell you guys that I've been really really really really (haha) busy this few weeks with tests and all. So took some time out to actually blog today.

P.S. Just wanna thank all YOU GUYS for tagging/commenting/whatever else 'cos you guys really do make my day! Haha thank God for you guys!

Stand Tall and Stand Proud!

Just half a year into blogging and I've realised how difficult it is to maintain a blog and understand why people just stop blogging. It's not that it's a burden or extra to do, it's just difficult to maintain. I wonder if I'll ever stop blogging one day. Hmm.

Well, I'm off topic again.

People make good-natured fun of each other when we don't meet up to 'ideal standards' and therefore, many times, my height gets poked fun at. Yea for your information I'm 155cm ever since ever. But in actual fact, I don't really mind 'cos I think the worse off people are those who are tall.

I've come across some really tall people in my life and if you do notice carefully, these tall people always have a tendency to hunch or slouch. I don't know for sure but it seems to me that tall people just don't like all the attention that they're getting.

But then again, there are tall people who are really confident of themselves; they are able to stand tall and accept the fact that they are tall. Have you ever seen Yao Ming slouching?

My point is, that no matter what you have, be content with it. The grass is always greener on the other side, for the whole of your life. Quote Pastor Daniel: Girls with naturally straight hair wants to perm their hair, girls with naturally curly hair want to rebond their hair. And from my point of view, people who are short forever want to become tall and people who are tall hate the uneccessary attention that comes with it. People in this school forever wanna be in another school, people with sisters always want brothers and people with younger brothers always want an older brother. People who are single wanna get married and people who are married wanna become single again.

People who are not happy with their faces wanna go for plastic surgery and people who are not happy with their skin color, bleach it. In the end, they end up like Micheal Jackson, his body is falling apart. (Nobody talks about him now, you've realised. The last time I heard his name was at the canteen's drink stall where they sell chin chow mixed with soya bean and named it after him. Go figure.)

Yea, you get the picture.

I was once like that before, I always told everybody that my ideal height would be 165cm, but I'm past that stage now. Being 155cm is part of my identity, it's what makes me, me. Can you imagine Miss Kon being 165cm? It just won't be the same.

So, be happy with what you have, God made you in His own image and if you change any of that, you're telling Him that His standards are not good enough.

So take it from Yao Ming, accept who you are and make the best out of it. It's called self-esteem.

P.S.
Lengthiest post in the longest time, sorry if it's a bit boring but yea, that's what's on my mind recently. -Gasp- I've just realised that it's been almost a month since I've posted. Real sorry! And, also, am wondering is my blog too boring with all words and no pictures (except of the spastic one of me on the top right corner, haha). Shall do a picture post soon!

I'm Gonna Dedicate A Whole Post to This

I don't usually post about un-important stuff ,as you know, time is of the essence. So this is rather important.

People, COMMENT! That's what the comment button is for.

I would really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really wanna hear your views on any issue 'cos what I post is what I really am thinking about. (Yeah, I copy-pasted that.)

So even if you're just passing by, comment!

If you're here everyday, comment!

If you're an old friend I haven't talked to for ages, comment!

If you don't know me well, comment!

If you're a random person/my teacher/someone I saw today at Lot One/the person selling tissue, comment!

If you love me, comment!

If you hate me (I doubt anyone does), comment!

Especially if you share the same sentiments as me, please do comment!

To sum it up/In conclusion/In a nutshell (consequence of doing too many GP essays), COMMENT!

LOL. Thanks. Sorry, random mood today.

P.S.
You don't know how much I appreciate comments and tags! hahaha I think it's a post-blog syndrome.