i need to listen more, and to be more humble. because God gave us His love, while we were so undeserving of it. We don't deserve anything, really. what do we give God when He's given us everything? Perhaps we could be a good testimony for Him. God despises the proud but exalts the humble.
it's a weird thing to say but it's very true we feel more happy anyway/
Monday, March 03, 2003
i'm down with flu now, which is bad. it's very bad. my mind's a-floating. It seems that somehow it's unable to think logically and concretely anymore, which is, probably, a bad thing. Ah well. Saturday was really nice because it was ACSI's founder's day after all and I went back to collect an 'award' for 6a1s which would be worth pittance in RI, perhaps, but Dr Ong was generous. it was a nice occasion seeing my old classmates again in sort of a 'reunion' and meeting the people that matter to me so much, and with whom I've actually had some sort of bond and real understanding, and a sense of warmth, that sadly is lost in the strands of time. Not only that, they are the people that have been present in the happy memories of the past of the secondary school life that was rather blissful, where life was a whirlpool. It is so nice. and the pathways of the corridors, and the canteen with the food and all and sitting down there cafe style talking about life.
The good old days are gone now where perhaps we were more innocent. It was nice. Like Sarah Mclachlan sings, 'We are still, innocent'. Where did it go? It was nice, really. It was so nice. it was still thinking the world as your oyster and you could do anything and the Lord would be with you and there was true love and warmth. Perhaps there was a bit of conflict too, as was inevitable, but it was overall a nice memory. You know? Perhaps we filter it out of our consciousness but seriously what's a few moments of disagreement for so many more memories of friendship?
Shaking Tharman's hand was really not a highlight at all, since it was so routine and all. Yet chapel was what I really missed about ACS. To sing 'God of the ages', and 'Be thou my vision', which elicited in me a response of nostalgia even more. To hear the speeches, though Drong's message was something I was quite happy to miss, it was real routine, the rituals of life, that make it wonderful. It was comforting, nevertheless.
And when we sang 'Sing ACS, forevermore, Our ACS forever', the whole auditorium was filled with that sense of togetherness and unity that somehow will never be in Raffles, nor would I ever think it will be. 'God Save our land and Heaven blesS! Our ACS forever!' it has to do, I guess, with a common spirit, and that's what makes people love the school so much. It was just. sublime.
Oh i loved the reception actually. it's not so often you get good sushi during free receptions along with pancakes, noodles, usual foodstuff, and a real nice apple slice that got me juices going. soccer was also rather fun, especially when you consider the parade ground to the bumpiness of the RJC pitch. Slaloming past defenders that were like 3/4 your size was pretty fun, and taking the ball over and playing a cheeky through ball with some spin through two defenders was quite nice too. ah well. good ol' days. Pool was fun as usual but a bit insipid i guess when compared with the festivities before.
Sunday was the time i played for service again, this time with the keyboards, trying to build up the atmospheres with some strings and some leads. I honestly thought it went quite well, coz we were rather tight and my fills were at least a lil' tasteful. It was nice to have samuel (e big one) encourage me a little, since he probably knew that I needed much more encouragement, considering that i'm still a relative newbie in the realm of the adult and probably knowing that i could make it and am competent enough, i hope. ah well. It's really because I don't mix with those people, the young adults/older teens, that it's sometimes rather intimidating to be around people that have been together for so long, and you've only just begun.
We've only just begun, so why do we act like we're 30 or 40, and pondering over the philosophies of life?
The good old days are gone now where perhaps we were more innocent. It was nice. Like Sarah Mclachlan sings, 'We are still, innocent'. Where did it go? It was nice, really. It was so nice. it was still thinking the world as your oyster and you could do anything and the Lord would be with you and there was true love and warmth. Perhaps there was a bit of conflict too, as was inevitable, but it was overall a nice memory. You know? Perhaps we filter it out of our consciousness but seriously what's a few moments of disagreement for so many more memories of friendship?
Shaking Tharman's hand was really not a highlight at all, since it was so routine and all. Yet chapel was what I really missed about ACS. To sing 'God of the ages', and 'Be thou my vision', which elicited in me a response of nostalgia even more. To hear the speeches, though Drong's message was something I was quite happy to miss, it was real routine, the rituals of life, that make it wonderful. It was comforting, nevertheless.
And when we sang 'Sing ACS, forevermore, Our ACS forever', the whole auditorium was filled with that sense of togetherness and unity that somehow will never be in Raffles, nor would I ever think it will be. 'God Save our land and Heaven blesS! Our ACS forever!' it has to do, I guess, with a common spirit, and that's what makes people love the school so much. It was just. sublime.
Oh i loved the reception actually. it's not so often you get good sushi during free receptions along with pancakes, noodles, usual foodstuff, and a real nice apple slice that got me juices going. soccer was also rather fun, especially when you consider the parade ground to the bumpiness of the RJC pitch. Slaloming past defenders that were like 3/4 your size was pretty fun, and taking the ball over and playing a cheeky through ball with some spin through two defenders was quite nice too. ah well. good ol' days. Pool was fun as usual but a bit insipid i guess when compared with the festivities before.
Sunday was the time i played for service again, this time with the keyboards, trying to build up the atmospheres with some strings and some leads. I honestly thought it went quite well, coz we were rather tight and my fills were at least a lil' tasteful. It was nice to have samuel (e big one) encourage me a little, since he probably knew that I needed much more encouragement, considering that i'm still a relative newbie in the realm of the adult and probably knowing that i could make it and am competent enough, i hope. ah well. It's really because I don't mix with those people, the young adults/older teens, that it's sometimes rather intimidating to be around people that have been together for so long, and you've only just begun.
We've only just begun, so why do we act like we're 30 or 40, and pondering over the philosophies of life?