Thursday, December 21, 2006
Dear dairy,
Scars had a purpose: to remind their bearer of wounds that the painful past is real. The wound that had caused that scar he would never let himself forget. By learning the hard way, he swear that he will never be a victim of the same wound ever again.
--xiaoxin--
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Dear diary,
I feel like I am living out my life like a sad movie, full of melancholy. I need The One to appear soon in my life. One I know is mine, one I know I desire and will strive to keep with me. Where is she?
Sometimes I just cannot shake off this feeling, whenever I am alone doing something, I cannot help but wonder, at the moment what you are doing. Are you alone? Or are you with someone you love at the moment? When the MRT leaves the station and another comes in, are you on the other train or are you just sitting somewhere in my carriage? When you look into the sky, do you see what I see?
PS. She has short hair.
- FeiFei
Sunday, December 10, 2006
football is my life. my life is full of it. thats my life.
---pooh---
Its great to hear from you once more after months of radio silence. You said it was due to this and that blar blar blar. Although I feel that it is not as simple as you mentioned but I will still give it to you. As much as I want to know what went wrong, the other half of me just wanna forget about this shit. Whatever it is, I just want to let you know that you are still the good old friend of mine. =)
--xiao xin--
Thursday, December 07, 2006
kudos to my fellow bloggers for finding time to blog, while the same cannot be said to someone else who's slacking at his HQ office.
anyway, i suppose it takes a lot of courage to stand up for the rest and accept punishment for the rest. if i were in that kinda of situation, i might have to think twice. i would rather question the rationale behind giving the punishment first before making any move. if the fault can be forgiven, i would speak up and plead for leniency, or even better, escape it. my stand is for everyone to avoid being punished at all costs.
a series of events took place this week that triggered some thoughts in my mind.
1. as long as you've put your heart and soul into doing something, even if you don't get the sort of results you want, it would still be a fruitful and meaningful one.
2. 'selfish' doesn't exist in me. i hate people who only care about themselves. not waiting for others, taking things for himself and basically living in his own world. you can put up a very spirited and enthusiastic show in front of the rest, but in my eyes, you are just another earthling trying to buy your way through life.
---pooh---
Friday, December 01, 2006
As usual, our lives revolve around emotional events. Mine too. There's this thing that happened last Monday, something that I had resolved to blog on but somehow, never got to it. Here it goes..
Life at camp is quite good. Well, to a normal person it is. Good food, nothing much to do, relaxed climate all over the camp. But the bad thing is, we are currently being squeezed into a 10-men bunk, though supposedly we can move to commanders' bunks which are more spacious. Which is exactly what I asked my CSM.
He said okay, and so we started discussing who gets what room. And here is where the trouble crept in. Nobody wants to share a bunk with this guy called P(obviously not his real name, and has no link to it because I am not telling you who he is.). P is really a hard fella to hang out with, for reasons to numerous to be brought out. But obviously someone has to share bunk with him and nobody in their right mind would volunteer. As developments went, I got 3 others to share my bunk already, but realised that one or two of my good friends would then have to sacrifice if I went ahead with the arrangement. A mental torment indeed. Should it be a case of every man for himself, or a case of betrayal? A bit of resembrance to the story below huh?
I can never do the right thing. Rationality always get defeated by conscience. Nobody wants to sacrifice but in their minds, there's always a voice telling them not to let others suffer. This is a weakness of humanity, but also what makes us human in the first place.
In the end, we all just went back to share the big bunk again.
-YF Chen
