I have loved many things.
Like the clouds in the scorching Summer heat,
and rain that freezes the skin;
The scent of cool Autumn breezes,
and the gentle softness of the earth during Spring;
The cosiness of a convenience store at the dead of night;
The slight chill in the air after school;
The smell of the blackboard duster;
The rawr of a faraway truck,
echoing deep in the night...
And I wanted us to experience them together, always.
Click on the wings at the side to navi!^^
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
This deserves a post on it's own, so I'm not gonna cram it together with the ponyo-fanboying/narrative run-on lines post below.
God has blessed me with so many wonderful people; for this I'm really really thankful.
hahahhaa i shall try to decipher all of the lyrics...soon. :/
oh another note, ponyo ponyo ponyo sakana no ko!! HAHHAHAARRGHH and i still haven't watched the ad on tv yet D:
0:27 (:
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omg before i forget/the year ends (omgomg only 11hours more to go!! D: ), thankyou for all the christmas cards (yaa i couldn't say earlier because i was still receiving them AFTER christmas HMMM =.=)vic,ruiling,vivien,cheryl,louis,kaile,karen,fiona,mich (:
OH AND LISA FOR THE PRETTY WRAPPED UP CHOCOLATE FLOWER THINGUM THAT'S STILL IN MY BAG HAHA :DD
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i forgot to blog about joshkevinshahannat coming to my house but nevermind kevin blog about it alr so i damn sian dowan lol but josh was the most punctual and then we played piano and we went to fetch kevinshahan at lotone food court and we went to arcade and shahan started staring at (insert letter quite far down in the alphabet) cup girls playing ddr so we had to drag him away and we started watching random people play games and there was some guy who was owning at some game and was already fighting final boss but the boss had 3 forms and he died at the last one omg damn jacked so he was quite pissed and just walked away aww okay then nat called me and said he was at guardhouse so we all went back to fetch him and we went up and played piano again and guitar and went to try restringing my guitar's d string using a g string so we had to make the string damn tight and i had to bring my pliers and when it almost reached the d pitch the string snapped wth luckily (for me lol) kevin got hit i think kevin gets owned everytime we go out (read: ice skating stitches) ya so we let shahan listen to josephine's shop and dled+played lf2 and also watched rachmaninov had big hands and other vids on youtube so when we got bored we watched the nightmare before christmas that kevin brought and it was v v nice i think tim burton is some (Y) ya so anyway when the show ended we played more lf2 and this time we got 3 players and now my keyboard can't work if you press more than like 3 buttons at once wth stickykeys forthelose, must be gunz too last time i guess anyway ya run-on lines ftw argh i just kinda blogged the whole thing zzz
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k today's gonna be jazz neesoon countdown gig and like pmlee's gonna be there zzz he damn tall omg k actually i seriously wonder why he wouldn't wanna go to the siloso beach one/marine parade one i think it's more happening there, like compared to performance in the middle of a random field just beside khatib mrt. okay whatever it's his choice i guess, and he probably like hdb flats more than mediacorp stars (okay i hope nobody stalks this post/ i don't get owned i'm just SUGGESTING HIS PREFERENCE D:) ya okay this ends here i hope he has a fun time there, and i hope we do too (:
wishing; 10:20 PM
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Puff the magic dragon
The song is believed by many (including one Jonathan Russell) to refer to smoking marijuana, due to references to paper, dragon ("draggin'"), puff (smoke), traveling "along the cherry lane" (the burning ember of a cigarette or joint is called a cherry, and moves up the cigarette's length as it burns), and Hanalei (Honahlee) is a town in Hawaii known for marijuana use. This theory led to the song becoming a hippie anthem. The authors of the song have repeatedly and vehemently denied any intentional drug reference.[4] Peter Yarrow himself insists that "Puff" is about the hardships of growing older, not drugs.[5] He has also said of the song that it "never had any meaning other than the obvious one".[6]
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Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Little jackie paper loved that rascal puff, And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail, Noble kings and princes would bow wheneer they came, Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. (hi i'm paul HAHA)
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, jackie paper came no more And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain, Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave, So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lives by the sea (present tense!) And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lives by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
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Children's Song by R.S. Thomas
We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. And though you probe and pry With analytic eye, And eavesdrop all our talk With an amused look, You cannot find the centre Where we dance, where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower, Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven.
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Ben's right. We're all growing up old. ):
wishing; 8:59 PM
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
i'm so glad we're caroling together (:
it's so amazinggg i think i can actually miss the j2s less (even though i'll still <3 them lots! :D) and our caroling batch today is seriously superduper; cheryl louisa lisa isa vic kaile karen vivien chunling bryan yisheng linan lionel louis!!!
RAFFLES CONCERT SINGERS <33
ehh ya okay today we went intercontinental hotel @ bugis, the chandeliers are pretty and the ceiling is quite nice yay we're gonna go there tmr to carol again i must take pics of the place tmr! D: then after that we RUUUSHED TO MRT TO GO ORCHARD TO GO PARK HOTEL!!! omg lionel is DAAMN good a clearing the path XDD and running along streets, esp orchard road (OMG =.=) wearing blazers and gowns is a really BAD idea we were all drenched in sweat and rainwater omg T_T anyway but we reached parkhotel in time and the room they gave us was really big and nice :D but the place they gave us to perform was quite uhh weird, since we were performing facing the entrance of the hotel, and there weren't alot of people walking/watching us, but most of our audience (who clapped HAHA) were like behind us loh xD anyway we had ALOTALOT of fun i love caroling (:
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GET WELL SOON OKAY ISA OMG I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD BE ANGRY OR SAD!!! ><
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BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! :DD
wishing; 11:18 PM
Monday, December 22, 2008
OMG CATTT AHHH (YES STILL!) <33333
and today i watched our wycf vids omg we're so amazing and TOH'S CONDUCTING IS SO AMAZING i wish i realised and took notice muchmuchearlier! D:
omg vivien's house looks (and smells) super nice omg it's like 3 floors + basement and omg she has a lift inside!! D: ahhh it's superduperly nice!! i can't wait for like all of the furniture to go in then it'll look damn homely loh!
okay so we had caroling at bishan park which was quite sian because the crowd weren't really interested in us anyway haha but anyway after caroling we went back to vivien's house (AHH OMG!) and we discussed next yr chorale camp stuff haha so interesting (:
ya then we went to meet val and watch j2s carol i think they're really damn amazing and like serious and committed to caroling + they have so much more people like twice the number of j1 carolers jhfakjsdhfkjsajkashdf!
AND CAT'S VOICE IS DAMN SEXYYYY!!! <333 YA IT'S REALLY DAMN NIIIICE PLEASE GO WATCH TMR K AT ESPLANADE CONCOURSE!
yaa okay and today i hugged alot alot of people i think kialiang actly v nice to hug omg D: (i don't believe i just said that omg!) ya and alot of other people too la ya deb i will miss you alotalot too ):
ohh and rachyy is super short and cute omg and i totally look better than her please! (:
OKAY OMG FINALLY FINISHED CAMP PROPOSAL i go sleep now gdnites
wishing; 1:46 AM
Friday, December 19, 2008
Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen
It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.
Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year’s eve—yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out—“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.
She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.
She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant’s. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year’s sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year’s day.
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Caroling is such a wonderful experience; singing for all the elderly folks and talking (mostly listening) to them. It just melts my heart to see them. One of the old man started complaining about how he didn't have legs so he couldn't go out and have fun like us, and he really made me feel very grateful for my physical completeness. It just reminds me of every time i'll walk past the old lady selling tissue paper and feeling guilty and yet being too apathetic to just turn around and buy from her.
I guess habit/routine numbs emotions, and probably moulds a new set of morality suited for practicality + materialism + societal acceptance. That's why we have to regularly revisit our original moral codes and remove all these discrepencies from our lives as soon as they appear, lest they become deeply embedded in our lives that we fail to realise their existence.
D:
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asdfghjkl not again ):
wishing; 6:48 PM
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
-`Çhanky; says: what your nick mean
- Josh - little matchsticks says: little matchstick girl
- Josh - little matchsticks says: selling little matchsticks
-`Çhanky; says: oh the chinese textbook story right <33
- Josh - little matchsticks says: lol
-`Çhanky; says: what the story sbout again
- Josh - little matchsticks says: small poor girl standing at side of road selling matchsticks before christmas snowing, very cold everyone dao her so she lights a match to keep warm then she sees a feast for a while, then the match goes out she lights another, then she sees a christmas tree with lots of presents underneath, then the light goes out again she lights a third, and sees her granma, who takes her away yup so she dies
-`Çhanky; says: wth are you kidding me
- Josh - little matchsticks says: no just that the story is told in a much nicer way
okay i guess i kinda miss reading my chinese textbooks (even though i hardly read it D:) lol happy kevin i blogged non-corally stuff (Y)
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chchkmp was really great in a very normal sense, like no emotional high (ya i wouldn't wanna treat God as LSD) but it's a very conscious and real faith to me now and for that i'm really quite glad+grateful! :D
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k first caroling tmr wishusluk! D:
wishing; 11:21 PM
Saturday, December 13, 2008
yay omg first/last performance together <3 <
ahh wade+lux+ificanhelp were really nice omg (even though the last rehearsal was better IT'S RAFFLESIAN TRADITION HAHA) i'm so privileged/happy/contented to be able to perform the olomouc competition pieces that you all did AHHH! <3
okay i'm sucking at expression and fried doesn't wanna help me think of a good word for it so yaaaaaa i JUST FEEL OMGOMGREALLYVERY LUCKY :D
maybe it's because now i feel more chorale-ly complete,
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oh okay btw i'm not gonna change my blog url just because other people read it. okay maybe i hurt your feelings, but i've removed whatever hurtful prose i've composed; it's now in the past, so can we be mature+mutual over this matter? and since i don't even know your blog/who you are/how you look like, let's just stay out of each other's lives (i mean this in the most formal, objective and polite fashion).
k thanks alot; i hope you'll try to have a great life ahead of you and i wish you all the best in whatever you attempt to do.
the portion dedicated to this unknown stranger ends here.
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when people say, "don't worry k", they usually say that 'there's no use in worrying since worrying isn't going to change anything about it.'
i.e. alvls results, since you probably can't change your results (unless you're super sneaky and really pro that you can like stuff yourself into the bag with all the exam scripts and change all your answers on the way to cambridge and then swim all the way back to avoid getting caught/paying for erp taxes/toll fees), then there's really not much use in worrying since you're just gonna OMGOMGOMGSTRESS yourself out more and it's quite useless =.=
but if there's something that you can do, you shouldn't be worrying in the first place unless you're some lousy lazy noob who just sits there worrying D:
ya so if you can't do anything about it, you shouldn't be worrying about it. but if you can do something about it, you should've have done that thing and stopped worrying about it.
when then, are we required to worry, if life even requires worry?
wishing; 8:06 AM
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
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on a separately but nonetheless totally relevant note, wycf is awesome i love everything about it >_>
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yay i got hotel job with guan and dennis at oriental mandarin (y) and omg i cannot eat with guandennisyifan already can die la WTH DAMN RETARDED+SICK PLEASE =.=
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ohh and i met gen at citylink (omg gen is so fashionable i wish i had good fashion sense as well) and she was STILL buying prom stuff omg i think prom is so exciting like for the girls because you get to spend on alot alot of stuff and look the best of your whole entire youth! D:
aiyah all the guys will look shuai and the girls will look chio enjoy yourselves k! (:
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ahh these few days have been hell for us i don't know what's gonna happen from now onwards.
You'll be loved you'll be loved Like you never have known The memories of me Will seem more like bad dreams Just a series of blurs Like I never occurred Someday you will be loved
but i'm glad you're in a better condition than me now (:
take care alright ><
wishing; 8:31 PM
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'To touch your hand...'
'To hear your voice...'
'To see your smiling face.'
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~Wishlist~
& omg i really wanna type stuff in this wishlist so that people can get me stuff that i want BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GET GAH
