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Funny how they describe a chaos from just a small little point to a life changing event. How weird that sometimes when we travel so far just to avoid something but we found what are we looking for just around the corner. Life just never seemed to stop, like driving on a freeway, you never really stop in life. Just moving forward.Yes, we might hit bumps but that cannot make us stop growing and learning. By the end of the day, we only truly know what we really achieved.
Is there a time when we look back, we can see what we’ve done for others? Can we know what others would and had sacrifice for us? Do we really physically feel what our parents, loved ones and closed friends have done for us but we didn’t realise? Do we? There should be a screen in heaven that shows the life we had, flashing in front of us. Like what Ted Mosby said, when you thought you are about to die, you don’t really see your whole life flashing through but only the part you loved the most.
Adelaide United
Adelaide United. The team from Australia that made it to the final of the AFC Champions League. Awesome.
Madrid. Vancouver. Frankfurt. Paris. London. Turin. Sydney. New York. Cairo. Istanbul. Casa Blanca. Los Angelos. Shanghai. Moscow. Hong Kong. Beunos Aires. Harbin. Seoul. Honolulu. Havana. Basel. Tokyo. Amsterdam. Chennai. Auckland. Montreal. Glasgow.
post-script : There was never a Singa ever in the founding of Singapore.
Loved your comments,
hanjun
This was the title of one of the many English exams essay that was given. I wrote something that sounded like:
Everyday people wake up from their mistakes and sins, not knowing what they really received to realise their wrong-doing. I used to hear stories about the Father of man when I attended Sunday School as a boy. Adam and Eve partook the fruit of wisdom when they are forbidden and they were cast out of the Kingdom of God. Yet, God blesses and looks after them till they bore generations to generations.I didn’t care and didn’t really know the true meaning of the story.
Hatred grew wildly in my heart as I was growing. I showed by anger by punching one of my schoolmates. I was caught, found guilty and was taken to justice. It was 3 years ago, when I did that silly and stupid mistake. I not only disappointed my family and friend but I knew in my heart, I committed a sin, a terrible one against the all mighty. I brought everyone down when I was sentenced for 3 years in prison. My parents cried as I was their only son in their family. I carried many hopes and dignity of my family, but now I am the black goat of my family. At that moment, I was pretty sure that my life was over, there was no more hope. I took a last glance at my mother as she burst into tears at the public stand. My father said nothing but, “Son, you must pray for hope.” Then, I slowly turned away, walked down, hand cuffed and escorted by the policemen into a dark, hopeless and lifeless cell of emptiness.
I spent about 2 months behind bars yet I still did not even realised and regret my mistakes. I even blamed God for not helping me. At last, I made yet another stupid mistake, I took drugs. My other cellmates introduced it to me and I took it without much thinking. It did not take a long time for me to get addicted to it. Unfortunately, the prison warden caught me and the punishment I got was another 2 years in a rehabilitation centre. My situation went from bad to worse. Everything was really bad but when everybody looked down on me, I’m still surprised that my parents are still willing to stand by me.
After much test, I was positive for opium but the good news was that I was in a stable condition which means that I still had hopes to be fully cured. In the rehabilitation centre, every patient was helped by a psychologist. He helped me in a lot of ways, like supporting me, advising me and teaching me the right way to live a normal life. From that point, I knew someone was helping me, but who?
Time rolled on where I met new friends, all of them were facing the same problem, drug addiction. I made friends and started talking to them about life. I also encouraged them to stand up and fight against the evil within them. Many of them ended up turning over a new leaf. Slowly, I realised deep down in me. Would it be the power above us all that was helping me and my new friends? I thought that He would not as why would he save a person like me, a drug addict.
My parents were very supportive of me. They spent a lot of time paying visits to me in the centre. Many of my previous schoolmates showed up in presence of supporting me. A year of calender torn away, I was free. My test for opium reported negative, that shows that I was completely free from drugs, free from prison and lastly free from the cage that locked me inside myself all these while.
On 11th July 2006, I was released from the rehabilitation centre. Many of my compatriots were released too on that day. My parents broke into tears when they saw me, a new man walking out of his miserable, disastrous and troublesome past. upon walking out of the gate, I turned my head towards the walkway, it was goodbye, I knew that I was not a prisoner, drug addict nor a useless man anymore. I am a new man now. My parents hugged me and my friends congratulated me in successfully defeating the devil inside myself.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew across my ears, creating a whispering voice, as if saying, “Son, I am proud of you, please accept this gift.” I knew it was Him. I knew the Almighty played a role behind me in aiding me through this. Thinking about His power, I then put together all the pieces of my past and the advices that everybody gave me and it forms a truth. My friends, forgiveness is God’s greatest gift yet unexpected gift.
I would like to dedicate this writing to my beloved uncle (my mum’s eldest brother). Where are you? We miss you a lot. Please turn back.
It was just yesterday I thought of the many months I had previously. I seen and talked to many people and yet it wasn’t enough. I just got this feeling that I haven’t done enough before I even say good bye. My mind suddenly ran backwards, to the times I had alone in the capitol of my beloved country. I was there pursuing my studies. It turned out to be unpleasant one. I wasn’t that happy. I took some time to just walk around the city. As I was walking through Chow Kit Street, maybe it is known for it’s companionship or adult friends business and economy. Yet, the street is so empty by 9pm. I don’t know what it really means. Maybe it was just that night but I can feel the chill in the air and the loneliness when I stared into the beggar’s eyes. I shouldn’t being doing this. The night was so young, not like the one I had after Kenvin’s farewell dinner. The long commute from KJ presented the night of life in the city but deep down in my heart, I feel so empty as most of my friends are leaving our circle. It was just like yesterday when all of us were in that fateful picture. Then, there was this night, when I was just popping in some of my midnight jazz, as I take a glance into the darkness of the city. From my window, all I can see is the lights shining from twin standing pride of our country and a lone figure out there. As I tilt my head upwards, I see the stars are not where they used to be. Maybe it’s the light overshadowing the beauty of the night. I miss the stars that were with me once. The city is so lonely and so empty, it’s the capitol but the fun, joy, happiness and laughter are just a cover for the sad times we had in our countries. 50 years down the road, we’ve hit the lowest economical point, we’ve been in a depressing racial conflict and we’ve seen the power of evil taking away what was good in our heart. Who are we to judge them? Who are they to judge us? Funny cause now I think back, is it worth sacrificing for the ones you love? I guess I should. I have so many things to tell the world. Starting from Kathir, E, Zoo to Akil, then Aaron, Geetha, Haikal, Ong and the ones I cherish in that prison, followed by Hamiz, Raj, satya, of course Melvin, lastly, kenyang, yi gang, Chris, Dr. and Lai. 2 more months. How do you define time when all you had in this world is just spaces. Is there life after death? I really wished I could see things in a better prospect. It was the time and space I had too much that condemned me to this very step. It was a miracle that I survived another test in my life as I am about to take the biggest and furthest step in my life. In honor of you, my Princess Adelaide.
Reaper
You guys should be watching this tv series. It’s really awesome. It’s about Sam Oliver, when he was 21, his soul was sold to the devil and he has to work for the devil. Catching escaped souls and stop them from killing.
Happy Birthday. It may sound damn stupid but just want everyone to be happy. Would you watch a movie with me, please.
Yours forever,
tnhnjn
