The Pencil

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.
"There are 5 things you need to know", he told the pencil, "before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and you will become the best pencil you can be".

ONE: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand.

TWO: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil.

THREE: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.

FOUR: The most important part of you will always be what's inside.

AND FIVE: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart. The parable of the pencil imparts great wisdom in the way we human beings live our lives as well.

Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.

We are just like the pencil, who can make a difference in our lives and in the lives of the people around us. Don't ever underestimate what you have the power to do!

ANONYMOUS

Talk-cock sessions

whenever we have nothing to do during our course, we sit in our bunks and talk cock about things we observe in our lives. One person will launch unto a topic, say his ambitions. Whenever it comes to gender or races, there will be generalisations that are unsubstianted statistically, which sorts of pisses me off. I mean, the speaker ought to get the facts right and present the information professionally.

EXTRACTS:

One is tempted to believe, that "Singaporean girls are materialistic and only go after your purse". Another, say "girls in Singapore Polytechnic Business IT are very cui- " and the best are in Temasek Polytechnic.. then it's my turn to raise a skeptical eyebrow and show the 'wtf' sign.

I mean what content is worth discussing? It's pointless you see, except for keeping the cogs and wheels in our minds turning. We wonder who among us might get married first. and we can quarrel like little children.

I find that our resident musician-conductor in my bunk, is very expressive about his thoughts, but can be very sensitive when you tread on his toes. Very selfish bastard sometimes. This is in concurrence with the 'other musician' that has always been occupying my thoughts. For better or worse, subconsciously, she's always in a part of memories. But I know the rule of the world. The layman - or person of lower status - finds it hard to talk to a professional, or a person of attractive charms. Like my friend says, he wouldn't go after a girl of higher status than him. So carry on my foolish ambition, no. In my life, I've got to think of ways to upgrade my status.

One of our course instructors says he's MAD (Married, Adorable, Desirable), while we're SAD ppl (Single, Available, Desperate).

Reading TIME magazine and trying not to think about Yi Hern, who's probably studying away for his tests (well, thanks for your concern in your sms). And Yuan Ting, who's probably just home from work and planning our next acapella practice session. And Wong Chyi, who's probably waiting to get his bookout and pass out from SISPEC. And Brother, who's probably returning home from his Yamaha Drum Lessons. Sometimes you don't wonder... who gives a f- about you in this world. You just wade on in the water - I mean tread water, prevent you from sinking.

Ah.. what would this world be without friends. Yet we are alone.


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20 Years of life have passed-by in how many blinks of my eye?
Yet it is through this 20 year old life that I've seen what Life has to offer.
Like a child, I think about:

Say where do I see myself in 20 years time?
Buy insurance, those PruCash options to accumulate for my mid-life.
How do I make the most of my life?
Do I still listen to my parents? To what extent can they be trusted now?
Why are my parents in a period of stagnation in their lives - have they no more dreams to fulfill? *This is the scratch-head question* Why can't they push me further?
DO I have to do everything now, myself? chart my course, and receive advice that plays with my brain?
Why am I forgetting things taught like I've got super short-term memory?

Too many questions and no time to answer them to the point. I have a feeling I will wrestle with them during my guard duties...

Don't plan too much though, life happens while you're busy making plans.

rolling stone gathers no moss

If my life-story - if - it was a book, it seems to have recurring themes of negativity.. Take for example,

I am a rolling stone that gathers no moss.

I am self-centered.

Or I always feel negative when it comes to blogging. waste of time.

"Mama, I let you down." that's the worst feeling - you've had since you were a child.

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CHRIS COCO - STARLIGHT. A nice song I heard over Lush.. DJ with cool vibes.

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last week played 'Hey! that's my Fish', 'PitchCar', 'Guillitoine', and Twists and Thurns (Germany postage boardgame).

this week was in camp acapella. Stubbornly didn't agree with the beat-boxing instructor and embarrassed myself onstage. Damn, I can't shake off the feeling.

the solo-lines .. who likes singing the supporting parts? singing the melody rocks.

man. i need songs for comfort. like



AYO - AND IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE LOVE.

All kinds of sad; all kinds of bad

Hanging On The Trees - Leslie Low

So on the way down
I count the days of numbers out
So on the way down
I lose the sense of meaning
Hey there, you know
All lights gone out
Time's running out
It's meant to be

Afar, a hanging on the trees
Away from sight and hearing
A time when all the leaves were green
Embarrassed now from blooming
Hey there, you know
Man's playing god
Life can be bought and sold with ease

Hang like a star
Lay down like a brick
I've been made a fool of me
Dry as a nail
Through flesh into wood
I've been made a fool of me
Hey there, you know
All kinds of sad
Grey kind of black is hanging on
All kinds of bad are hanging on.


feeling melancholic..
thumbing through my handphone contacts, I mused that people are meant to be forgotten... along with everything else I once knew.

bye stupid-ass. wasted your time reading. =P


In The Air - Leslie Low

Waiting by the gates of heaven for nothing you have seen
Waiting by the gates of hell for everything
Waiting by the roadside for a past you've grown from since
Waiting for a glimpse of what you'd been

Dead mountains surround you
Your friends they don't care anyway
Anyday
They'll turn you in
It's in the air

Waiting by the gates of freedom for time and nothing less
Waiting for the last in line, the rest
Waiting for a glimpse of hope
A sliver through the vent
Waiting on the wire to repent

Dead birds around you
You'll make friends in there anyway
Anyday
It's in the air.