Despised, you are
Persecuted, you are
Killed, you are
Pierced, you are
Undeserving, you have been
Shortchanged, you have been
Backstabbed, you have been
Cannibalized, you have been
23 Moral Global Citizens have entered into a feared, spat-upon, disillusioned, despised country all with the aim of bringing hope, joy and love to the people there. Sacrificed they have, received, they have not.
That was what Jesus would have done 2000 years ago. Today, his followers are doing the same thing.
Cowered, you have not
Reaped, you have not
Enjoyed, you have not
Regretted, you have not
Helped, you have
Loved, you have
Hugged, you have
Inspired, you have
Give abundantly, expecting nothing, you have.
Persecuted, you are
Killed, you are
Pierced, you are
Undeserving, you have been
Shortchanged, you have been
Backstabbed, you have been
Cannibalized, you have been
23 Moral Global Citizens have entered into a feared, spat-upon, disillusioned, despised country all with the aim of bringing hope, joy and love to the people there. Sacrificed they have, received, they have not.
That was what Jesus would have done 2000 years ago. Today, his followers are doing the same thing.
Cowered, you have not
Reaped, you have not
Enjoyed, you have not
Regretted, you have not
Helped, you have
Loved, you have
Hugged, you have
Inspired, you have
Give abundantly, expecting nothing, you have.
Chit chat awhile first, alright? Here's an excerpt from David's blog:
This is such a legitimate answer dammit! Tons of people are like superfluously trying to embrace other traditionally spat-on cultures with no other intention I can think off but to show that they are not racist.
I mean okay la, they could seriously enjoy that culture, but usually, (usually!) people do these things to wear a badge of anti-racism. Especially now that we're in the revolutionary age of condemning these condemning-blood antics.
Yesterday was wasted on the AEP Exhibition at NAFA. I have seriously dropped all ideas of displaying my works at this sorts of student exhibitions. Not to criticize or anything, since I was part of this event as a photographer, but what I concluded from it was that it was all big show.
Maybe it's just the way students are made to wait tirelessly just to present their works to the GOH and VIPs.
Or maybe it's the rigid timetable, rules, preparation and lack of spontaneity.
Or maybe it's the drastic bitchy, cold, cut-throat atmosphere I seem to seep in to throughout the pre-exhibition preparations.
Or maybe it's the fact that it seems very un-different, very un-unconventional and very un-revolutionary, the way un-art is supposed to be.
Or maybe it's just me whining about the whole procession and tiredness.
Nah. It isn't the last one. So I swear to myself even if I get chosen I probably won't put myself through the torture waiting for the GOH to come to my exhibition area so that I can be heard. It seems so ridiculous.
I still have tons I need to blog about. Like how my life under Chia is over, and how I am free from tests tomorrow, and how I am free from most of the things that are bugging me. It's freedom very soon!
Saw that most teachers are wearing Indian Ethnic Clothings..... asked Weng Keong why and that little scheming devil replied saying that they only wore the Indian Clothes to show that they ain't RACIST against Indians..... -.-"
This is such a legitimate answer dammit! Tons of people are like superfluously trying to embrace other traditionally spat-on cultures with no other intention I can think off but to show that they are not racist.
I mean okay la, they could seriously enjoy that culture, but usually, (usually!) people do these things to wear a badge of anti-racism. Especially now that we're in the revolutionary age of condemning these condemning-blood antics.
Yesterday was wasted on the AEP Exhibition at NAFA. I have seriously dropped all ideas of displaying my works at this sorts of student exhibitions. Not to criticize or anything, since I was part of this event as a photographer, but what I concluded from it was that it was all big show.
Maybe it's just the way students are made to wait tirelessly just to present their works to the GOH and VIPs.
Or maybe it's the rigid timetable, rules, preparation and lack of spontaneity.
Or maybe it's the drastic bitchy, cold, cut-throat atmosphere I seem to seep in to throughout the pre-exhibition preparations.
Or maybe it's the fact that it seems very un-different, very un-unconventional and very un-revolutionary, the way un-art is supposed to be.
Or maybe it's just me whining about the whole procession and tiredness.
Nah. It isn't the last one. So I swear to myself even if I get chosen I probably won't put myself through the torture waiting for the GOH to come to my exhibition area so that I can be heard. It seems so ridiculous.
I still have tons I need to blog about. Like how my life under Chia is over, and how I am free from tests tomorrow, and how I am free from most of the things that are bugging me. It's freedom very soon!
I’m tired of breathing for people. I’m tired of carrying extra stuff on my shoulders. I’m tired of the immense unfortunate shit I have to bear. I’m tired of keeping things up. I’m tired of kicking the ball. I’m tired of keeping everything in place. I’m tired of tracking everything on paper because my mind can’t keep up to it. I’m tired of the responsibilities on top of the responsibilities. I’m tired of systems. I’m tired of the fact that we have to obey the systems. I’m tired of running. I’m tired of irritating people. I’m tired of people who don’t give a damn about me. I’m tired of regretting stuff. I’m tired of my homework. I’m tired on not doing my homework. I’m tired of my sucky aptitude on certain subjects. I’m tired that I have to work harder since I’m sucky. I’m tired of accountability. I’m tired of school. I’m tired of constrains. I’m tired of being barred and jailed. I’m tired of school being constrained, barred and jailed. I’m tired of keep myself afloat. I’m tired of breathing. I’m tired of my addiction. I’m tired of routine. I’m tired of cycles. I’m tired of Chia. I’m tired of freaking myself out. I’m tired of thinking to much. I’m tired of being mentally bound. I’m tired of unrest. I’m tired of lousy peace. I’m tired of reading. I’m tired of world politics. I’m tired of warfare. I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of being tired.
There, feels so much better. Now, I need to stop whining, get a life, and get over this hurdle.
There, feels so much better. Now, I need to stop whining, get a life, and get over this hurdle.
Speech Day was fun.
The best part?
The latch that keeps my award close.
It was fun flickin' it.
The best part?
The latch that keeps my award close.
It was fun flickin' it.
We all thought alike, wanting to birth an irresistibly hot idea which would shake the school's guts up, and achieve a legacy that all Victorians would always keep a mental note on on their side of their heads. Like the Victorian Spirit wall, which has etched such a pivotal image in our minds- recesses, muggings, camps, we all deal with that mural.
Or the 1st-5th floor staircase, whereby half the hoi polloi climb up everyday to chiong assembly. I guess these little nooks and littles of our school is what we have gained affection for, despite not participating in its birth.
Hence, Threejay wanted to achieve that. Threejay wanted to replicate one of these great, successful pieces, that all stuck on Victorians minds and live them. We wanted to be part, or lead rather, the revolution, of the next big school feature.
And we got our perfect location, the wall so noticeable to every Victorian everyday. The wall that would propel our class (3J2007) to eternal fame and glory. And guess what? A few days after its approval, we kenna rejected.
We deal with it right? So we ultimately got a less prominent wall, a wall hardly any Victorian walks pass, or none actually. No Victorian walks pass that wall except our class. But we decided to make the best out of it. I guess nobody really expressed it (either they didn't give a damn or they didn't want to be the wet blanket) but the location of the wall were painting wasn't exactly the ideal candidate. The committee did their best all the same and entertained the non-painters with Halo and Winning Eleven while painting their guts out.
But what really mattered this time was that we were bonding as a class. I mean sure, Sec 3 Camp did that for us, on a much bigger scale actually. But this was on an entirely new level, the strictness of camp life were gone and we were being happy like crazy.
Hence started the day with whitewashing, which was a rather fun job, I thought.
Haha, we were Al Gores-Life Earthers-Money savers that day by labeling all our cups so we didn't have to reuse them :)
And what was another major milestone was that there were only 3 AEP students in the class. Everyone else was just a normal Victorian with standard Singaporean 2 years of Visual Art lessons. Yet, we managed to accomplish such a hyped frenzy of painting activities.
Then when we were on the homing stretch I guess the painting got into some of the peeps leading to strippings of their shirts and painting of their bodies. There were female teachers around. (I'm not one of them)
As we finally completed the last stroke of paint, even God was smiling down on us. We had this amazing hue of purple painting the sky. It was super amazing, never seen anything like that in Singapore before.
And in true Victorian fashion, we ended with VS Unite!
Haha, the fruit of our labour:
I guessed what we finally realized after everything (cliche moral-of-the-stories) was that we didn't do the challenge for the school, we didn't do it for anybody. We did it for ourselves, as a class. We did it as a testimony of our esprit de corp. It didn't matter that anyone didn't pass by it, we did. And that was all that mattered.
And what was amazing that despite the secluded spot we left our legacy on, people came to marvel at our mural. Principle, Marran, teachers, students. I guess you really know you're pro when people make effort to come all the way in.
Or the 1st-5th floor staircase, whereby half the hoi polloi climb up everyday to chiong assembly. I guess these little nooks and littles of our school is what we have gained affection for, despite not participating in its birth.
Hence, Threejay wanted to achieve that. Threejay wanted to replicate one of these great, successful pieces, that all stuck on Victorians minds and live them. We wanted to be part, or lead rather, the revolution, of the next big school feature.
And we got our perfect location, the wall so noticeable to every Victorian everyday. The wall that would propel our class (3J2007) to eternal fame and glory. And guess what? A few days after its approval, we kenna rejected.
We deal with it right? So we ultimately got a less prominent wall, a wall hardly any Victorian walks pass, or none actually. No Victorian walks pass that wall except our class. But we decided to make the best out of it. I guess nobody really expressed it (either they didn't give a damn or they didn't want to be the wet blanket) but the location of the wall were painting wasn't exactly the ideal candidate. The committee did their best all the same and entertained the non-painters with Halo and Winning Eleven while painting their guts out.
But what really mattered this time was that we were bonding as a class. I mean sure, Sec 3 Camp did that for us, on a much bigger scale actually. But this was on an entirely new level, the strictness of camp life were gone and we were being happy like crazy.
Hence started the day with whitewashing, which was a rather fun job, I thought.
Haha, we were Al Gores-Life Earthers-Money savers that day by labeling all our cups so we didn't have to reuse them :)
And what was another major milestone was that there were only 3 AEP students in the class. Everyone else was just a normal Victorian with standard Singaporean 2 years of Visual Art lessons. Yet, we managed to accomplish such a hyped frenzy of painting activities.
Then when we were on the homing stretch I guess the painting got into some of the peeps leading to strippings of their shirts and painting of their bodies. There were female teachers around. (I'm not one of them)
As we finally completed the last stroke of paint, even God was smiling down on us. We had this amazing hue of purple painting the sky. It was super amazing, never seen anything like that in Singapore before.
And in true Victorian fashion, we ended with VS Unite!
Haha, the fruit of our labour:
I guessed what we finally realized after everything (cliche moral-of-the-stories) was that we didn't do the challenge for the school, we didn't do it for anybody. We did it for ourselves, as a class. We did it as a testimony of our esprit de corp. It didn't matter that anyone didn't pass by it, we did. And that was all that mattered.
And what was amazing that despite the secluded spot we left our legacy on, people came to marvel at our mural. Principle, Marran, teachers, students. I guess you really know you're pro when people make effort to come all the way in.
Labels: threejay, Victorianism
Last year's Speech Day.
It's fifteen minutes before I should get out of my house, take the train and reach Victoria School to go for my one and only rehearsal for this year's Speech Day. I never really had any thing for Speech Day since the Genesis of my Victorian Life. Sec 1 was spent as a student audience, Sec 2 as a photographer (with bitchy professional ones) and now today as an award recipient.
I really rather not go get the award, I'm wasting my Saturday away.
I feel like I didn't do anything to get the award. Shrugs.
It's fifteen minutes before I should get out of my house, take the train and reach Victoria School to go for my one and only rehearsal for this year's Speech Day. I never really had any thing for Speech Day since the Genesis of my Victorian Life. Sec 1 was spent as a student audience, Sec 2 as a photographer (with bitchy professional ones) and now today as an award recipient.
I really rather not go get the award, I'm wasting my Saturday away.
I feel like I didn't do anything to get the award. Shrugs.
I swear I will post an entry for Victoria Challenge, it has been a long time since I posted an entry based on an event. I'm too tired to think though, so this is all you get for now.
UPDATE:
I realized the photo didn't do much justice to some people who were probably pushed to far in or what and hence didn't get included. Here's a help-you-know-who-they-are.
UPDATE:
I realized the photo didn't do much justice to some people who were probably pushed to far in or what and hence didn't get included. Here's a help-you-know-who-they-are.
Labels: Victorianism
Thousands of plastic cups were left on the Wembley Stadium floor at the end of the London concert, despite organisers urging the audience to put them into recycling bins provided.
-BBC News
See what I mean?
Yes, I understand the urgency of the catastrophe that has heightened the world's awareness. It is not no longer considered a sideline issue among the many resolutions the UN and superpowers must pass. It is no longer a mundane topic only raised by Greenpeace and the environmentalists. It is now considered hip and cool to be environmentally friendly.
It is cool to be using your own reusable bag when you shop at supermarkets. It is cool to drink with a reusable bottle. It is cool to bathe with cold water. It is cool to wear a sweater instead of turning up the thermostat (if you're in a generally chilly country). It is cool to use the fan instead of air-conditioning (if you're in a sticky, hot country). It is cool to love the earth and love Momma Nature whatever.
But why is it cool? Why? Why is it cool to love the whales now when you laughed at the people who fought so hard to keep them on the "still existing" animals list? Why is it cool now when you swore to yourself you'd never be a part of the school's Environmental Activist Club?
Because everyone is doing that. Cameron Diaz, Linkin Park, Madonna, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, James Blunt, John Legend, Keane, the Pussycat Dolls and whoever else is on the list of Live Earth performers, promoters, is doing that.
We love Earth because they love Earth. We don't love Earth because we love Earth.
How many times has Greenpeace fought for your support? How many times have you received emails from them trying to get you to save our Earth? How many times have you actually gone to the Greenpeace website?
And now Al Gore brings in his troupe of famous people to all the cool places in the world and we go gaga wearing "I LOVE EARTH" tees.
This is our generation, people. We got no spine.
It is cool to be using your own reusable bag when you shop at supermarkets. It is cool to drink with a reusable bottle. It is cool to bathe with cold water. It is cool to wear a sweater instead of turning up the thermostat (if you're in a generally chilly country). It is cool to use the fan instead of air-conditioning (if you're in a sticky, hot country). It is cool to love the earth and love Momma Nature whatever.
But why is it cool? Why? Why is it cool to love the whales now when you laughed at the people who fought so hard to keep them on the "still existing" animals list? Why is it cool now when you swore to yourself you'd never be a part of the school's Environmental Activist Club?
Because everyone is doing that. Cameron Diaz, Linkin Park, Madonna, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, James Blunt, John Legend, Keane, the Pussycat Dolls and whoever else is on the list of Live Earth performers, promoters, is doing that.
We love Earth because they love Earth. We don't love Earth because we love Earth.
How many times has Greenpeace fought for your support? How many times have you received emails from them trying to get you to save our Earth? How many times have you actually gone to the Greenpeace website?
And now Al Gore brings in his troupe of famous people to all the cool places in the world and we go gaga wearing "I LOVE EARTH" tees.
This is our generation, people. We got no spine.
I'm listening to old Avril emo songs, and trying to be emo. I mean I'm copying Physics homework now. Even after I got d7 at the last war. I deserve to be emo.
It's sorta sad to see that your individuality is stripped away when everyone is doing the same thing as you.
Oh well, I guess wearing green is pretty normal right?
I'm still contemplating whether to just "fit in" on Saturday in green or wear something else just to spark the fact that I don't go with the flow.
Stupid analogies.
It's sorta sad to see that your individuality is stripped away when everyone is doing the same thing as you.
Oh well, I guess wearing green is pretty normal right?
I'm still contemplating whether to just "fit in" on Saturday in green or wear something else just to spark the fact that I don't go with the flow.
Stupid analogies.
It's been too fast, each day as I walk down the 3rd floor to the locker area, also passing by the Lower Sec Classrooms, I just can't help but cajole myself to work harder and enjoy myself more. 2 years have just flickered before my eyes, and I'm already in the middle of my Sec 3 year.
I recall aspirations, and hopes. To join the leadership boards yada yada like my seniors have done, and here I am now. Doing that. It should seem surreal but I guess the jeans are already comfortably worn in. I remember during MC Camp 2005, Jeremy was around. He then walked up to the Sec 3 in charge there and told him, "Ei, this is going to be your future chairman okay." And I was like *shut up*. So paisei dammit.
That was when I knew few people and was only a funky Sec 1. And what he said really came true.
And then there was the ongoing dreams and hopes of being a red shirt, being PSL whatever. Helping Sec 1s fit in whatever, and Bryan was constantly assuring me not to worry. One MC Meeting, Jarren was like, "Oh! This is Weng Keong's red shirt year!"
"How do you even know I'm gonna get in?" I asked.
Then he just smiled. Maybe it was planned, maybe I sounded ridiculous in front of him. Maybe I was just too naive then.
Then there were the PSB EXCO interviews and the hand-over. I wouldn't say I didn't expect it but it did come across as surreal too. Until now, even though I'm a black shirt on paper, I haven't really come to accept the fact. Or maybe, its fine, since I haven't actually got the shirt yet. Lol.
Track meet this year (my first), SLI 08, MC Reforms, Convention (hope, hope), Victoria Challenge.
I better make the most out of these times.
On a side note, Director of Singapore Gaga, Tan Pin Pin , has a new film coming up! Click to find out more.
I recall aspirations, and hopes. To join the leadership boards yada yada like my seniors have done, and here I am now. Doing that. It should seem surreal but I guess the jeans are already comfortably worn in. I remember during MC Camp 2005, Jeremy was around. He then walked up to the Sec 3 in charge there and told him, "Ei, this is going to be your future chairman okay." And I was like *shut up*. So paisei dammit.
That was when I knew few people and was only a funky Sec 1. And what he said really came true.
And then there was the ongoing dreams and hopes of being a red shirt, being PSL whatever. Helping Sec 1s fit in whatever, and Bryan was constantly assuring me not to worry. One MC Meeting, Jarren was like, "Oh! This is Weng Keong's red shirt year!"
"How do you even know I'm gonna get in?" I asked.
Then he just smiled. Maybe it was planned, maybe I sounded ridiculous in front of him. Maybe I was just too naive then.
Then there were the PSB EXCO interviews and the hand-over. I wouldn't say I didn't expect it but it did come across as surreal too. Until now, even though I'm a black shirt on paper, I haven't really come to accept the fact. Or maybe, its fine, since I haven't actually got the shirt yet. Lol.
Track meet this year (my first), SLI 08, MC Reforms, Convention (hope, hope), Victoria Challenge.
I better make the most out of these times.
On a side note, Director of Singapore Gaga, Tan Pin Pin , has a new film coming up! Click to find out more.
It's first July, you have officially entered the second half of the year. Do you remember the hugs? The cheers? Or were you sleeping your ass off when the clock struck twelve on First January Two Thousand and Seven. Do you remember your resolutions? Or maybe you didn't write them down. Maybe you just made a mental note, that 2007 would be a great year, as you drank in the euphoria.
Or maybe you had more determination than that. Maybe you saw how 2006 flopped, maybe you told yourself you'd do better. Maybe you committed yourself to that greater cause.
Maybe it related to your school work, you wanted the six A1s, or maybe you wanted to be a better person. Maybe you believe in karma, and you wanted a better one. Maybe you decided that every single time you see an old man on the train you'd give up your seat for him. Or maybe you'd made up your mind that you'd give at least two bucks to that armless guitar player on Orchard Road every time you saw him.
Or maybe you wanted to read more, and widen your horizons. Maybe you wanted to write more, and be more expressive. Maybe you wanted to draw more, and improve your observation skills. The drawing lessons that made you so excellent in Sec One had faded away, your skills have rusted, and you wanted to try again.
Maybe you were going to get more spiritual, maybe you wanted to dive into a deeper relationship with God. Maybe you wanted to give more time. Maybe life was suppose to mean more than it did right then.
Maybe you wanted to be a better son, daughter, brother, sister or friend. Maybe you made up your mind not to ignore anymore smses. Maybe you had made your mind to be a more serving person, that you'd not use so much eye power and actually get your ass down and do some work.
You had a dream, a vision, a thought, a set of sight to accomplish something. However big, however small, you had that teeny weeny thought in your head.
Half a year has gone, are you any closer to reaching it?
Or maybe you had more determination than that. Maybe you saw how 2006 flopped, maybe you told yourself you'd do better. Maybe you committed yourself to that greater cause.
Maybe it related to your school work, you wanted the six A1s, or maybe you wanted to be a better person. Maybe you believe in karma, and you wanted a better one. Maybe you decided that every single time you see an old man on the train you'd give up your seat for him. Or maybe you'd made up your mind that you'd give at least two bucks to that armless guitar player on Orchard Road every time you saw him.
Or maybe you wanted to read more, and widen your horizons. Maybe you wanted to write more, and be more expressive. Maybe you wanted to draw more, and improve your observation skills. The drawing lessons that made you so excellent in Sec One had faded away, your skills have rusted, and you wanted to try again.
Maybe you were going to get more spiritual, maybe you wanted to dive into a deeper relationship with God. Maybe you wanted to give more time. Maybe life was suppose to mean more than it did right then.
Maybe you wanted to be a better son, daughter, brother, sister or friend. Maybe you made up your mind not to ignore anymore smses. Maybe you had made your mind to be a more serving person, that you'd not use so much eye power and actually get your ass down and do some work.
You had a dream, a vision, a thought, a set of sight to accomplish something. However big, however small, you had that teeny weeny thought in your head.
Half a year has gone, are you any closer to reaching it?
