samantha is a happy girl today :)
i went back to sjc today.
the theme was retro.
there was many new faces around.
and mr seng changed his "curtain" hairstyle. haha (:
mr chan have a 6-month-old little princess named Valerie.
mr teoh till loves drumming against the tables alongside the music.
ms ong misses us (:
i thought i wouldn't miss sjc.
but i was wrong.
i miss it so badly that so many fond memories started coming back.
it's like a whole dam of longing just unleash within me.
i miss ms ong, i miss ms sek, i miss mr chan, i miss mr teoh.
i miss my juniors and my mentees.
i miss the canteen food and buying drinks from the vending machine during recess time.
i miss the familiar faces and friendly smiles.
i miss the group hugs and loud HELLOs sjc style.
i miss camp spirits and tough PE trainings.
i miss 4Grace ('04) class spirit and camp cheers.
i miss laughing over almost everything together.
i miss evelyn(best bud), yanting(SK II), tong(best bud), drey(best bud), jeanie(gossip kakee), kutuandbel(the twins), coreen, mel chow(sailing bud), ivy(the crazy gal), yingjie(the goddess of laughter), waimun, sangeetha, fisyah etc.
i miss waiyan, jolyn, peishan, eunice, kiyoko, mel paul, maria, brintha etc.
i miss HCL trips to amk and eating on buses and not getting caught.
i miss yilei, miang, jessie, seowyin, xiao wei etc and foolin' arnd in HCL lessons.
i miss my friends and all the memories that we once shared.
i miss youth day in sjc.
i miss screaming and clapping and cheering as one.
most of all, i miss THE SJC SPIRIT.
i misS, i miSS, i mISS, i MISS, I MISS...
i never thought i'd say i would miss sjc, but i really do.
time passes so fast. i barely had time to breathe.
we have grown and mature since then.
but some things just doesn't change.
the memories of laughters and unspoken fears of the future.
it will always remain in my heart <3

i watched 'The Bone Collector' last night.
again, it showed the dark side of humanity.
whenever i renewed my faith in mankind again.
tiny things like this just dash my hope.

it is funny how people can hurt other innocents in their process of revenge.
they claim themselves to be victims,
but they end up violating others in seeking their so-called justice.
it is just not right.

do we actually need evil people like this to show us that
there are actually good people around?
but most of the time, bad things happen to good people too.

it is like a cycle that goes on and on and on.
the good chases the bad
the bad wants revenge.
the bad chases the good.
most of the time, the villians died.
but sometimes, the good guys died.
then what? we feel sorry for them?

everyone have their own vulnerabilities.
we should not take advantage of it.
most of the time, life is unfair.
but, good guys or bad guys,
we should all be treated with respect due to that of a human.

i thought i was afraid of lizards, cockroaches and the occasional loneliness.
maybe, i was wrong.
i came to realise that i was afraid of people.
some think of beauty when they see a face,
others of flaws and imperfections.
me, a facade to mask their own selfish intentions.
some people are born actors - their mask on the moment the curtain raise.
others are plain foolish - the gullible audience in awe of the actors' poise.
we pay to watch the drama - but pay double the price for placing our trust in the wrong guy.

what exactly lies beneath that exterior facade of material extravagances?
a heart of gold perhaps. but who knows.

stories of mass destructions, wars and terrorism.
strip it bare of excessive vocabulary.
and what you get is just stories of people hurting people.
you think your life is miserable. spare a thought for others.

words hurt. watch what you are saying. you just stabbed my heart.
and it is bleeding so badly. you probably didn't know.
cos' you just pushed that blade in an inch deeper.
i writhe in pain, but my plea went unheard.
my heart ran out of spaces, it is etched with the scars of old wounds buried
and new ones that are taking a rather long time to heal.

the truth hurts, maybe what i just said wasn't soothing to the ear.
but my dear friend, if you think i was mean, you are even meaner still.
you failed to realise your mistake and continue sinking into your own egoistic world.

i think you stopped caring the moment you uttered those heedless words.
they wield so much power, you could almost hear my heart fracture in a distance.
you eventually stopped caring when my heart continue to splinter.

i thought i was strong. maybe i was not.
i thought i could take it. maybe i was wrong.
i thought i was appreciated. but i was treated like dirt.
i thought you cherished my friendship. but it was only my own wishful thinking.

even after all these, as my soul grew weary, the problem was i never stopped caring.

"Grant me the serenity
to accept the things i cannot change,
the courage to change the things i can
and the wisdom to know the difference."

A bloodcurdling shout cleared her sleep-fogged mind.
That horrible, anguished call came from him.
Worse, far worse than any previous nightmare.
The air swirled as if with the demons that tormented him.
Once begun, he could not stop.
Every awful memory poured from him.
The heat, the smell of blood and dust and sweat and rotting men.
Gaping wounds, the look in a soldier's eye just before he died.
Swirling, churning lust for death and survival.
Screaming men and horses.
The god-awful sound of swords and guns and cannon booming.
Metal piercing flesh.
Quicksilver judgements and near instantaneous reactions
that meant a man's life or yours.
Winning or losing.
Life or death.
A man like any other.
Not at all intimidating.
A man with fears and imperfections.
A man reaching for comfort and afraid he would find nothing.

- carolyn jewel

i think i am scaring myself nowadays.
i was on the com. till 1 in the morn yesterday.
then i heard my neighbour's dog howling.
haha (: i'm like... IT is outside.
the fact was i was all alone downstairs.
it was dark, silent and empty.
my parents and sis are already all sound asleep upstairs.
then all of a sudden this bug flew in from nowhere.
oh great, my late granny just came back to accompany me!
haha (: seriously, there are much more major things to worry about in life than IT.
there are murderers, kidnappers, rapists etc. lurking around in real life.
people are coping with mid-life crisis, depression and god-knows-what.
and here, me and some others are worrying about bumping into IT.
since i have not done nothing wrong, what is there to be afraid of?


i was a good little girl today (:
cos' i stayed at home and didn't step outta the house.
maybe, i was too afraid to. haha (:
i woke up to the strong scent of panda this morn,
cos' mum was at home making her famous yam cakes and creamy kaya.
as usual, she was so proud of her handy work.
and i gotta admit that both her yam cake and kaya tasted delicious.
mum even said that her kaya could rival that of Ya Kun's.
so, watch out Ya Kun! (",)

today is the first day of the 7th month.
how exciting.
it is going to one long month of torment for me.
i will come home early.
i wouldn't do anything stupid.
i will watch what i am treading on.
haha (:
my my my. am i being overly supertitious or what?
still, life has to go on.
went downstairs with mum to help her burn the incense papers.
noticed some inconsiderate people burning theirs on the pavement.
it like, do they have BRAINS or not?
what is the burning bin for?
gosh. i think even small kids have higher intelligence than them.
to think i thought i was stupid. haha (:

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