It is raining, Don't get wet...

When it rains, I will remember you:

You used to be the sunshine that shed happiness in my life, I pursue your footsteps in search of "life";

You used to be the impeccable raindrop that falls like feathers in the deep of night, I open my eyes in my dream and see your face;

You used to be the etheral seraph dancing in the air, clad in purity, bathed in bliss;

You used to light up my life,

You used to be YOU~~~

My Dear Lingying Family

When Bocheng announced the best group for the Yingxin camp, my heart almost jumped out of my body. Everyone around us was shouting deliriously the names of their groups; but my intuition told me it should be us, Ling Ying!

I fell in love with our group at the first sight. The cool name made me think of the ruler of the air gliding gracefully yet austerely in the azure blue sky. We are the king of the sky! And we fly really high!

Knowing that there are so many seniors who devote all their love to care for us newbies touched me a lot. I love Ling Ying Family, and will work with all of you to make it a more glorious one.

Here, I want to thank some special people who helped make the camp the most memorable.

#1Yuecong:for leading us all the way and preparing really hard for the night performance:)

#2Meiwei: for cheering the loudest and inspiring us with you "mushroom-shaped" hair;D

#3Bocheng: for coming up with the hip-hop dance for Swan Lake, for being a cute"xiaoxiong"with zhiyuan, and for being a special member of Ling Ying for all of us to be proud of:)

#4Xiaoyou: for being so cheerful and understanding, patient and enthusiastic; I am glad to have your companion;)

#5Junquan: for discussing with us the night performance!

#6Zhiyuan: for being so caring and nice. I will remember you:)

#7Kaishi: for your warm companionship!

And all the Ling Ying members!

Let's strive together, for the greater heights!

Happenings

Let it rain~~~

The night was dark, humid, and chilly, with clusters of cloud congregating at the far end of the sky. I felt the tempest in brew. The deep and thick blackness enshrouded the spire of a nearby church, which shone in the moonlight with a shimmering skin of light, utterly vulnerable as it was about to be swallowed up by the surrounding darkness. S crawled alone along a desolate lane unhurriedly. She knew the storm was coming, but somehow this time she chose not to budge.

The first few drops of rain pelted on her "claw", the coldness of which snapped her train of thoughts. She stared blindly at the glittering drops of rain splattered on her shell, shaking involuntarily with the rhythm of the pelting rain. Her claw was stinged...

A flash of lightning tore the sky apart. S felt her shell cracking. It was only her heart, but that was what she realized later. Almost the end, she thought, scooping out the soil soaked with rainwater with her two powerful claws. S was about to be home.

The silence of the air startled her and made her shiver with sadness. It had nothing to do with the rain, nothing to do with the day, nothing to do with her den, but everything to do with her self. She is a S, being a S means being merciless, but she could not even make it clear who to blame for her "plight", or a minor misfortune----her nature told her it was H, but her heart told her it was herself.

That is the dillemma of being a S----if you are not strong enough to suit the name, you fortune is inverted; but if you are strong enough to be relentless, you have to bring yourself along a long journey, with mutual hurting as the destination. The result is hard to behold, but it is impossible to look away...

S decided to face it. It was expected, she falsely reassured herself. Unlike charges can attract, but they can never remain neutral forever. One of them has to be discharged, and the one is S.

One scoop, two scoops, three scoops...

S was home.

She was in. She is now out.

A Thorn in the Flesh

Cheer up lah..............

These days we learn about Cold War. The fact that the prosperous West Burlin being a thorn in the flesh in the communist-dominated East Germany did not strike me as odd.

There will always be thorns, as far as there are differences. And, there are always differences. So the fate is sealed: there are thorns.

A cone in a paper bag can inflict great hurt. What about a number of cones lying together in a bag? Will the bag be pierced through? The pressure will decrease for sure, since the surface area increases. The hurt is not that much.

So, a cone should be with cones, so the piercing part does not hurt.

By the same token, when the cone is inside a paper bag, it should fell its sharp part and turn to a cylinder, so it does not hurt, either.

Then the East Germany will not feel the hurt...

Phoenix

Born out of the fire, glaring amidst glints, shining after tortures, crying for the most valiant,

Phoenix fights for its life; she fights out of a life.

It is a time for Phoenix

Breathe and Take a Ride

Life is like a roller coaster now: one moment you wallow at the plight of your misfortune, another moment you become unfazed by what could have burned you up. Not only one's mood becomes volatile like a beaker of alcohol vaporising in the open air; one's mind is go whirling from one polar to another, without suitable reasons to account for all these changes. Could all these be the symptoms of distress? Should not be. The real slaughter is yet to begin. But I have heard the sounds of knife-sharpening and smelt a scent of sordid death right there waiting to cloak us all.

The gravity of being a graduating student really sinks in. For the first time in my life, I begin to use a timetable and really keep my schedule for more than two weeks. My life is more organised that way, with every hour being alloted to perform diffrent tasks. This rids me of the confusion of thinking over what to do for the next day and motivates me to go on even when my mood goes from the zenith to the nadir.

In the new year, I begin to learn more and more about the limitations of myself that have lurked unobserved previously. Instead of mourning and pitying about them, I set to view them in a new light. Maybe it is my fortune to view my weakness in such a positive light, or maybe it is just a disguised excuse that I seek for myself; I prefer it to be the former.

My seniors' JC results were released someday last week. Disappointment was the basic mood while resignation took the second fiddle. Competition is so intense that it is hard for us scholars to get a footing; a strong, firm, unwavering footing. The situation for 2009 is just as formidable: one has to move on or one will drift back.

With more and more issues in my hands at the same time, I take a joy in juggling my life. Sometimes it is really hard to strike a balance between study and life; sometimes you just get engrossed in the task you are doing and all other worries are pushed back. Sometimes you find solace in the peace of a balmy night; sometimes you are plagued by inexorable anxiety that encroaches on your heart.

No matter what Sec4 life has in store for me, I will sail ahead; no matter what kind of tempest I will face, I will fight through; no matter how many times bitterness dominates my heart, I will always find the way out--the way directing to my dream, against all odds.

Nice sleep, babe.

A Dream of Turquoise

Getting embroiled in dreams is dangerous. Pretending can be counterproductive, it keeps you from accepting things that cannot change. The past is not the sepia-toned idyll it sometimes seems, but by being encrusted in turquoise, one can find his peace of mind, his way of life, through his way of remembrance...

Chinese New Year

Let's get into the New yEar mood~~~~~~~

Another lunar year is coming, and every school is ready with its decorations. Yesterday when I went to Hwa Chong Junior College and Chinese High School I was assailed by the intense feeling of a New year. Red lanterns are hanged in the Kah Kee Hall which exhibited the sensational oil paintings of "The Story of Three Kingdoms" two months ago; pineapple-shaped lanterns have gained special popularity here, with them being seen in almost everywhere from convenience shops in Clementi Centre to the regional patrol stations in Yew Tee. Curtains are NUS High School's specialty. Red cloth delicately cut, sliced, twisted and curled before they were fixed to the awning of the teaching block, emanating an auspicious atmosphere as New(Niu) Year draws near.

Our school, no need to mention, with Mother Tongue Department so enthusiastic in heightening the new-year spirit way before it comes, has come up with a package of ways to encourage us to play a part in welcoming 2009 lunar new year. Besides classroom decoration which set class chairpersons into motion of creating a mini-niche of celebrating area, every performing arts group is racking their head to ensure the success of the New Year special performance. Tomorrow will be the day that we 1750 people and 100 staff squeezing in the school hall to enjoy the performance put up by various student groups. Let's wish them a great success.

After Chinese New Year the alleged "storm" will prevail and most possibly, overwhelm us without us being able to protest about it. As reality begins to set in, this year I have to juggle between my studies and SYF, debating club as well as my role as a student reporter. The road ahead is jagged and unpredictable, but with undeterred hope and a strong will, I believe I will be able to make it.

For now, Happy Lunar New Year, dude.