In every victory, let it be said of me, my source of strength, my source of hope, is Christ alone.

I went back to SRJC yesterday.

It was a coincidence, actually, that my boss wanted me to go down to do a viewing of the place. She said, "I need you to go down to look at a location, it's Serangoon Junior College."

"Oh! My school!" I exclaimed.

And so I went, dutifully in the afternoon. After completing my task, I went to the basketball court to find Ms Rivera to say hi.

It was a really nice feeling to be back. Somewhere familiar, somewhere safe. Even when I was looking around the school hall, I was thinking, hey I took my A Levels here. I walked around the surroundings, and saw the LT5 again. This time, it's in pink, not green as I had fondly recalled.

Every part of the school hold memories dear to me. Especially the basketball court. I looked at the basketball girls who were practicing their shooting and thought to myself, dang, I'm envious. If only I could just join them. But I couldn't, I had to go back to the office.

Well, I guess I'm still adjusting to the working life. Nonetheless, I'd have to say, I thank God for being in this school. I learned so much in there, had so many opportunities to be a leader, and for the first time in my life, this was the school that made me feel like I truly belonged.

What's a school without its teachers? Without Miss Rivera, the single-most important teacher in my life EVER, basketball would never have become such a longstanding passion in my life. She believed in me, and made me believe in myself.

What's a school without its students? I think my JC life was the most happening time of my life. My seniors led me to my first (underage, mind you) clubbing experience. And second, and third. Of course, the classmates mattered too, especially a petite bambi-eyed girl with a extra long Indian name who made the time in class so fun, so ridiculous, but at the same time, so competitive, in a good way. Haha.

I find it really heartwarming to be able to go to the Old Blog (I was in J1 when I started blogging) and read about my time in JC over again. This was my first post. Ever.

"i'm in the school library( again)... and have to wait till 1.30 till Yan Sze comes back so she can play basketball with me. Today,I think I am so bo liao, I don't have anything to say. Hey, wait a minute! I know... I'll talk about Ying Chin!!. Ying Chin is sorely missed by us now that she's in NY. However, I'm quite lucky because I get to see her everyday while waiting for the bus. And I almost laughed my head off when she told me about her "toilet troubles" the other day. You wanna know more about her toilet trouble? Ask her! Haha.. I think she'll kill me. And by the way, you must be curious why i bolded her name. It's by request from the person in question herself. Ying Chin, not only have I typed your names so many times, but this entry is all about U!!! Happy anot? Haha...

Anyway, I had maths in the morning. I really regreted ponning during the last week of school last term. I feel like I can't catch up!! Help!! Luckily, Econs and Chem were repeat lectures, so I had no problem.( but wanted to doze off in the LT though).. hmm...i think i go do something productive now... "

Oh no. I feel so old now! But warm and fuzzy inside.

Ahhh... SRJC, I hope I will turn all challenges to gold*. For you.

*part of our school song. Don't ask.

On Politics.

I've only got one thing to say about the coming election.

Wong can't sing but he sure can build towns, and build them pretty!

The Night.

It's 12:56am.

I quite enjoy this time of the night. It's quiet, there's nothing much to do but rest, which I am grateful for. There's nothing to worry about, well, not until tomorrow morning when the work day lingers. But for now, it's my time.

It's also my quiet time with The Man Upstairs. He appears more important than ever, and time spent with Him becomes more precious. Also, with a job that keeps me on my toes everyday, I find that His presence is the only thing so far that's kept me surviving. Plus, the little surprises He plant around the corners at different times really made me thankful.

The cuckoo bird on the clock in the living room just popped out, signaling my bed time and a new work cycle tomorrow.

All is quiet.

And peaceful. It is well.

Watching the World Pass Me By

2009, just before a 12 hour train journey from Shanghai to Beijing.


My wanderlust is acting up.

Penguin Ball

"Penguin Ball". That's the weekend.

I find myself only describing my weekends these days. And even so, some weekends are not spent floating in a swimming pool with a drink in my hand (I WISH!), like this weekend, which was spent with the big W. Hint: It's a four letter word.

When my big married sister came over to spend the evening back at home yesterday, I told her, "You're my social life this weekend."

But it was fun. Yes, somehow, not sleeping in the same room after 23 years does wonders for sisters. We talked about a whole truckload of topics, dug out old stuffed toys that boys gave us and laughed at them. For the record, my lil' sister won us in the amount of stuffed toys she received. However, her stuffed toys were not as fun as mine! It was a round pink penguin, which someone had given me about 3 years back. It had a small stain, so when I tried to wash it, the stain became bigger and it was known as the "menstrating penguin" thereafter. But that's another story. The real story is how fun it was.

We started playing Penguin volleyball in the bedroom. Soon, we started heading it and my big sister, with her heavy bosom, chested it like a football. Then we started bounce-passing it, and only stopped after accidentally hitting my lil' sister on the head with it.

No she did not become stupider. It's a stuffed toy.

Yes. Highlight of my weekend was bouncing a "menstrating penguin" toy. Please, friends, don't let me become a loser.

Oh wait-- am I one already?

Kidding lah!

(Had a good weekday stretch of dinners to keep myself sane, so that's good!)

A Simple Song.

"Yes, Jesus loves me.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
For the bible tells me so."

It's such a simple song, and when we were younger, it didn't hold much significance. Now, when I sing this song, it can stir up so much in the heart, and it is so reassuring and soothing to know the fact. Jesus loves me, and Jesus loves you too.

Isn't that just so awesome!!!??

Friday, Friday! Gotta Get Down on Friday.

Friday's here, well, technically, it's Saturday and I'm trying to think of what I can talk about here instead of how the weekend is here again.

Because I see that I have the tendency to do that. And also because the Rebecca Black song is everywhere. But you know, the song really captures my thoughts.

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after...wards
I don’t want this weekend to end

Wish I could sing it out loud- without bursting out in laughter/embarrassment, whichever comes first. And of course, getting all days in a week right.

This song prove one thing- there is hope yet for
1) aspiring not-yet-famous songwriters
2) R&B singers whose songs don't make much sense ("go shortie, it's your birthday" anyone?)
3) Foreigners who massacre the English language ("lucky my breasts are small and humble so you don't mistake them for mountains" in Shakira's Whenever Wherever)
4) English natives who gives weird metaphors ("Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?" in Katy Perry's Firework. Well, do ya? Do ya?)
5) people-who-like-to-sing-about-what-they-are-doing (that's me la).

Ya. Haha.