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using caution... |is this how you really feel?|
Nov
26

hear me.

Paul Coelho said,
   "Tell your heart that the fae of suffering is worse than the suffering itself" and
   "When I have been truely searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, becauce I've known that every hour was part of the dream that I would find it".

Paul Coelho's "The Alchemist' is really really well done. and Very thought provoking.
He is an advocate for the 'personal legend' where there is a calling for everyone on earth because the hand that wrote these stories are actively creating a meaning in our lives.
a calling indeed.
sometimes, I wonder if what Coelho said came from personal experience or mere fabrication. i do hope it originated from some tangible source of inspiration.

and so, hat struck me most was the claim that when one truely desire his personal legend, all 'the world will conspire in favor of that goal'. BUT! But he also said that before one reaches his goal, The Hands will test everything we've learnt so that we become not only bearers of our personal legend, but also learned persons.

and at this point of time, i would like to request that The Hands hear my cries. For once, I am truely blinded my the obstacles.
truely.

and all along, i've held strong to my belief that I will one daystand infront of a classroom of students. and with so much conviction, deliver my (pre-planned, ofcause) lesson. yes, to many it doesnt seem like much of an ambition, nor does it sound very farfetched... but, it seems like there is always a 'but', there is a catch...
the teaching career in Singapore doesnt get much prestige because the professional advancement isnt too great. and unless i'm a teacher scholar, i wont be able to rapidly sail through the ranks... yes i know i sound all bitchy and annoying now, but see, though i want to start of as a classroom teacher, my personal legend doesnt end there. transmutation, trans, transformation...all forms a collective in the search of our personal legend. and in this case, i would like to one day move to educational management... from making micro-changes in a classroom to making macro-changes in the nation.
i bloody know i can.
But somehow PSC refusesto send me a reply... ok they sord of did, they sent (quite some people i suppose) an invitation to a psc scholar sharing which i am sure to go.. but, this is the 4th week after i've successfully submitted all my documents requires for the application process. and no news! they are suppose to give us, hopefuls, an reply within three weeks! three weeks! yay or nay, they will send us an update by the third week!!! i've emailed PSC and somehow, they seem to not know that tis the 4th week...
and i wait.
i guess the world isnt cconspiring (not fully) for me to achieve my persona legend isit.
and this is not only for myself..this is for all my future students (and many of my college friends vowed to send their kids to my institution in the future), my future employers, my future fellow co-workers and for myself! How can they reject someone so willing to servethe government and do his part (and more!) in the social sector of public service?!?!?!

breathe.

breathe.

I guess eveything is connected by a silver thread. And i will have to survive this challenge dont i... i guess i can...
but even the young man in The Alchemist received wisdom and advice from learned, wise people.... where is my guide? where is my silver star as i look for my oasis?!

For many, the most is learn out of the journey and not the destination.... but for just as many, the search ends at the journeying.
because it is so tiring to hope, to constantly dream and to hold on to that passion to realise the personal legend. and this time, i'm really worn out.
have You heard my cries?
Nov
25

ensnarement

when I read a book, a scary book, i oftern find myself propelled to stop and stare at the celling as a visualise the scene presented to me... and sometimes, the thought of such a scene drives me back to the embrace the book offers. perched on my hand, carefully, I surrender myself to the words of the author...

there is just one problem,
my paranoid self... sometimes, after staring at the celling, I am unable to return my focus to the book. not because my eyes ache (well, sometimes) but rather, this very annoying mental apparition blocks my reintegration with the book.
yes, an apparition. and I am assuming that I am not the only one who hears voices in my head...

he, if that thing can be considered a he, is very bothersome. i believe he is the paranoia that lives within my skull. and there is no way I can drive him out... have you ever experienced the excruciating need to mentally go through every bit of thing in detail. I plan all my days the night before. and during the course of the day it self, I often find that apparition urging me to repeat (mostly in my head, but sometimes aloud) my daily agenda. and it is seriously taking up too much time...

imagine this,
I've an exam on the following day,
it's 12 midnight now and I have decided to call it a day..
sounds sane till now....
i then plan my the next morning prior to the paper and it goes something like this:

6.30 reach school
6.35-7.00 finish photosynthesis recap
7.00-7.30  read through genetics of viruses and bacteria

...still sane...

but here lies the annoyance.
right before i sleep, i would be forced (yes i would say forced) to mentally repeat the order oft he day again and again.
and it doesnt help that the same 'he' makes me check my alarm 8, 9 or 10 times before i sleep.

and i've thoroughly fed up with this thing.

but i cant do anything. he resides inside me. and any attempt to cast him out is bound to fail.

worst of all, I find myself 'telling' that apparition that 'it's going to do okay', 'you'e got everything planned out', 'just follow the plan'.

and yes, i consider that thing another entity all together.

such ensnarement.
Nov
24

please...

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If every gemini is as described, the world would be a very beautiful place... -.-

Nov
21

jigsaw

I've been twisting and turning in a space that's too small
I've been drawing the line and watching it fall
You've been closing me in , closing the space in my heart
Watching us fading and watching us fall apart

Well I can't explain why it's not enough
Coz I gave it all to you
And if you leave me now
Oh just leave me now
It's the better thing to do

It's time to surrender
It's been too long pretending
There's no use in trying
When the pieces don't fit anymore

Oh, don't misunderstand how I feel
Coz I've tried, yes I've tried
Still I don't know why
No I don't know why

Why I can't explain why it's not enough
Coz I gave it all to you
And if you leave me now
Oh just leave me now
It's the better thing to do

It's time to surrender
It's been too long pretending
There's no use in trying
When the pieces don't fit anymore
The pieces don't fit anymore

You pulled me under so I had to give in
Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin
Well I'll hide all the bruises; I'll hide all the damage that's done
But I show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone

Well I can't explain why it's not enough
Coz I gave it all to you
And if you leave me now
Oh just leave me now
It's the better thing to do

It's time to surrender
It's been too long pretending
There's no use in trying
When the pieces don't fit anymore
The pieces don't fit anymore
Nov
19

sigh

drama didnt go as well as i hope it would...
but... i suppose i gave it all i could within the 3 hours...and i swear it is dumb to pack drama after bio paper three... i could have lost all sensation in my right arm...

sigh...if only drama went well... i wouldnt be so affected now.
sighsighsigh..

and now i've only got a paper one left... biology paper one..


i guess i'm not arty farty in the end...
Nov
13

oh yes

Thanks to waikit, i was reminded of my journey when i was a cadet in national cadet corps. yes, it wasnt much, I wasnt much, but what wiakit said reminded me that i actually, once, worked hard for ncc...
and i am horrified to realise that i hardly ever think of my ncc days....

So it was the yearly camp... 4 days, the first 2 being serious training camp and the last 2-games. Yes, call me sick but i personally would have preferred 4 days of training...ok onwards...

it was during reporting... the entire camp was quite large...the cadets strength was ~60. so the secondary threes (us) knew that they would be selecting a Day In-charge, Day I/c... so basically no one wants to be the day ic for day one since we know nothing of the camp and the system yet...and will thus be brutalised really badly...

and so, our senior instructor, sir Samsudin stood there. meancing as he usually is and holding a yellow lanyard...a sigh of authority...
and so...
we made eye contact...
my heart sank..
really, i was like "CRAP!" big time....
and he started walking towards me and my heart raced... i was hoping he would pass the lanyard to HISHAM, my group mate instead of me... should have know better....
and yes, he gave me the lanyard. and all he said was
"you're the Day i/c, good luck".
the words Good Luck resonated ever so loudly...

and then i stepped forth..and that started my abuse haha...
ask anyone who remembers that day how many push ups i did...
HAHAHA! i surprise even myself...
so basically i left my group entirely for that day since i was either getting scolded, punished or running around the school...

Waikit said that it was heart wrenching to hear me doing my punishments as they stood in attention...

and i remember that i was asked to do five push ups for every mistake anyone makes....
Ha, mistakes in alignment, drills, attitude, cleanliness of bunks, attire...everything.!
and so my first day of total havoc....
and at night, after nights out, i was called out one more time.... to make sure that everything was in place and that all area is clean.. so i guess i didnt sleep much that day...


Day two came and i passed my lanyard over to a certain someone during the morning parade...which i conducted :)
and i was so relieved....

But ask anyone and you'll find out that i clearly received unfair treatment... day 2 3 and 4 i/c had it so much easier. so much. i have no clue why and all i felt was injustice...
but i endured my personal unhappiness...and pushed on..

i was actaully garang...

and i didnt get best cadet in the end.

why? you ask
heaven knows.

oh yes,
i was pissed when i didnt get it :)
oh yes,
it mattered to me....
and yes,
contrary to common belief, i can actually feel.
Nov
10

jurong!?

yes. there is a jurongsec sch social-site group thing on facebook. and clearly i rushed in to join...

i still question if i should return to jurongsec to teach...
or be more intellectually stimulated and teach in a junior college.
the mind and the heart are in opposite directions...
and the body is refusing to speak.
so i'll wait.

like what jessie told me,
when eveb my bus or tazi drives pass jurongsec... i have no control over my body...and will angle myself so that i catch every last glance i have at the school. the community i belonged in which i think, largely, made me grow. exponential really...
really..
ok not my height...
ok shut it about my height alright ....argh...

the friends Ive made in ac are great. and there are many friendships i will fight to maintain...truely.very precious and tangible relationship... shared history and communal understanding... not forgetting our parallel dramatisation of, say, everything.

but every once in a while we look back.. and given that i m studying for my A levels near where i took my O levels, the recollection is very much catalysed...
and no, there is not going to be a biological explaination on enzymes...


and yes...
jessie puts it the best
jurong sec was my home.
and it stays this way..to a lesser degree but nevertheless, weighted in my heart.


for the few who find their way in life,
not many bother to look behind.
but to truely appreciate fruits of labour,
we have to know where we can always habour.

and yes...
let me go home....


and some one make me study harder..
even harder.



push.

Nov
06

SEE!

I cant believe i didnt include the fact that DNA codons are degenerate. i can officially burn in hell now...

Thats like one out of three marks.!
oh my gosh i cant believe i left the most basic, the most fundamental out!
like what the!

AH! stop being complacent!
STOP IT!
such ignorance ok, that i left such a critical point out...


so annoyed...

and i cant afford to fall.
i am not borned with some special talent in academia, nor am i this genus in all things i do... i bloody hell crawled my way up there one step at a time... and i'm still no where compared to many others...

and i'm gonna keep crawling.

cant believe myself...

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