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Institute of Defence and Strategic Studies(now S. Rajaratnam School of International Studies)
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ACS (I) Scout Troop WebsiteThe Debate Association (Singapore)
The Singapore Scout Association
Living Waters Methodist Church
International Baptist Church (Singapore)
"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine"--Rick Blaine, Casablanca
"Some men see things as they are and say why; I dream things that never were and say why not"--George Benard Shaw
Ecclesiastes 3:1: "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:"
Philippians 3:14: "I press on towards the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenwards in Christ Jesus"
Isaiah 40:31: "But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.They will soar on wing like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint"
Isaiah 2:4: He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into ploughshares and their spears into hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore."
About Me
The writer is currently an Undergraduate at the University of Birmingham, UK. He wishes to espouse an amalgamation of entries and thoughts in this site with the aim not just to entertain but to provoke discussion, especially on his write ups on social issues and current affairs. Apart from heavily engaging in this activity, he enjoys a wide range dramas and musicals, especially those that carry insightful messages. He is also a self proclaimed music critic, a history buff and most recently a novelist and a scriptwriter. He holds a strong interest in the workings of macro-economics, particularly international trade policies and international development, Post-Modernism/Post-Structuralism as well as International Political Economy. Any discussion with regards his write ups or interests is most appreciated. Do kindly use the Guestbook function located below, leaving some means of contact. Alternatively, click on the “contact me” function above.
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Chaotic Days
2004-02-07 8:25 p.m.
Friday and Saturday have been the most chaotic and stressful times in my NS career so far. Sometimes I wonder if I have to match the level of my companions (which unfortunately is not that of a JC student), match the level of the RSM—which is to be an obedient robot, or just to die another day. It’s not that I did not expect this at all, it’s just that I can’t imagine over seven hundred more days of this torture. OK, maybe it’s not torture, maybe some fun can be dug out of it. For the moment, it’s ours not to reason why, but ours to do and die. Being the only JC recruit does help that much. I wonder if I was correct to tell my AS 1 that I had no problems so far.
Heck, it’s life. Still, I need to return to sanity. I seek those JC days again, not the days of sitting through tutorials and watching my class become more disunited, but those times with the debaters, staying in GR 34 and soaking in the warmth of the place, the laughter during History Lectures and History S lessons, and Whitby sarcasm. I know I have to comfort, but I need to return to my form of sanity or insanity. Or it that what I seek? Everyone I know is either in Tekong or out working and playing as much as they can. I’m not lonely, but I need the old days to flood back. I’ve been in touch with someone—who will soon be disclosed later—but can I find my equilibrium through that person? Maybe. It seems ironic that in JC I was hoping to end my misery by finding a better life in NS. In secondary school, JC was the light at the end of the road for me. It is human nature I guess. “What our contempt doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again;” said Antony in Antony and Cleopatra. The mighty thematic concern of the Wheel of Fortune, but my present state is more than just fortunes and misfortunes. It’s a world of unsatisfactory gifts, gifts in the sense that you must accept them. I need somebody, someone to pull me back to a state where I can live, or to bring me to where I can be.
I’m telling too much. However, I just can’t help it. I seek a heart to heart conversation with someone new, preferably meeting face to face, but talking through the Internet in the worst case scenario. I’ll not pour out all my problems, but perhaps try to soak in the warmth of the moment. It’s a short term remedy, almost like drinking alcohol to dose your worries, or living like Gisaburo in An artist of the Floating World.
“Life going nowhere.
Somebody help me,
somebody help me, yeah”
---Stayin’ Alive (The Bee Gees)
Tragedy
Here I lie in a lost and lonely part of town. Held in time.
In a world of tears I slowly drown. Goin'home.
I just can't make it all alone.
I really should be holding you.
Holding you. Loving you loving you.
Tragedy.
When the feeling's gone and you can't go on.
It's tragedy.
When the morning cries and you don't know why.
It's hard to bear
With no-one to love you you're goin' nowhere.
Tragedy.
When you lose control and you got no soul it's tragedy.
When the morning cries and you don't know why.
It's hard to bear.
With no-one beside you you're goin' nowhere.
When the feeling's gone and you can't go on.
Night and day there's a burning down inside of me.
Burning love.
With a yearning that won't let me be.
Down I go and I just can't take it all alone.
I really should be holding you.
Holding you. Loving you loving you.
Tragedy.
When the feeling's gone and you can't go on.
It's tragedy.
When the morning cries and you don't know why.
It's hard to bear.
With no-one to love you you're goin' nowhere.
Tragedy.
When you lose control and you got no soul.
It's tragedy.
When the morning cries and you don't know why.
It's hard to bear.
With no-one beside you you're goin' nowhere.
Tragedy etc.
