so i went for another camp reluctantly.

but midway through yesterday, i realised how glad i was to be away from civilisation, from all the hustle and bustle of city life, and most importantly, from the school deadlines that i have accumulated. managing kids have never been my forte, but compared to dealing with the assignments and work, the former seems like a breeze. it's not time that i can't to manage, but my thoughts and my anxieties.

i need to worry less and have more faith. :X

this is the kind of song you want to start a day/week with -



my time with you, by david choi and kina grannis; because every breathing moment with you is a blessing to me. (:

five minutes ago, i discovered the power of a small note.

sometimes, all it takes is one minute of your time, to make all the difference to a person's day.

the week ahead will be arduous, but i will remember your kindness, and His grace.

how much is your word worth?

is there anyone who still mean what they say? who still delivers what they agreed to? who is reliable enough to be trusted? who doesn't give you a glimpse of hope, only to take it away in the last minute? who goes out of their way just to uphold their word?

for some people, their promise is like a bubble - especially when the burden of the consequence doesn't fall on them; but before you sink into the quicksand, be assured that there will always be a few good men and women who will not forsake you when you're in a ditch.

when times are bad,



i miss them even more.

from the looks of it, i didn't learn my lesson.

i don't know why i'm doing what i'm doing, or who i'm doing for. i'm throwing rocks down the well, hoping that the water would rise out of the hole, but it doesn't make sense. reality is mocking at me, its minions have gathered around me to look at their opus. i am the tin woodman, and i want to return to fiction.

expectations breed disappointment; one more time, and i would have to carve it somewhere.

childhood friends have a special place in my heart, because they remind me of my pre-adolescent innocence - untainted by lies and truth.

i'm drowning in nostalgia.

ten years after our graduation, there is nothing more comforting than to know that everyone has found their niche, and is doing well in life. (:



im proud of us! :D

so the pleasant surprise ended up as a disappointment.

i know that i have missed my chance, and the bridge is broken.

my life is full of commas,

because im always beating around the bush and walking around in circles. as such, a sentence becomes a paragraph, a day becomes a week, and a week will soon become a year. each time i come to a comma, all the "and"s and "but"s keep me at the same spot, and i waste time being too long-winded and indecisve.

however, if your life has too many full stops, you may be moving on to new things before you're ready, or you may find yourself making a lot of sharp turns all the time.

with Christ in the vessel, we can smile at the storm.


the camp turned out to be a blessing after all.

the best moment of the camp happened on the second day when we went to a nearby island to snorkel. as i stood on a sand bank that cuts the sea into two, i could watch the waves roll in towards me, and feel the gushing waters sweep over my feet to cross over to the sea behind. far ahead, i could see the hills on a distant island, its peak hiding shyly amongst the clouds.

it wasn't long before the best moment turned into a frightening scene, as a storm caught us by surprise. up in the sky, the dark clouds gathered above our heads to glare intently at the unwelcomed guests below, and even the wind was determined to blow us off the small strip of land. with our bodies drenched with sea water and rain, we had to wait patiently for the speedboat to pick us up and send us back to the main island. the rest of the day happened in a blur.

but i remember, the night was calm and cool. and i was happy for everyone's safety, and the sense of security i felt deep inside.

i was once a small fish in a big pond, and on hind sight, i swam with many giants.

but it is most unfortunate that association doesn't guarantee assimilation or acquisition of intellect. i wished i was better than this.

oh what horror -

the mirror is lying, the weighing scale is lying, the photos are lying! ):