Saw this on bryan and eddie blog and like totally ripped it off. Yea totally. This is really retarded lame crappy and funny stuff. ENJOY!!!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
LEPAK TIME
Hey everyone,
Yea awesomely happy today cos exams just ended. Feel so free now, haha. Gonna lepak the next few days with friends, church and school. Wooohoooo! Yea come to think of it, I really can't wait till A levels are over. Get over with this shitty education system. Somehow, I don't think that university falls in this category cos at least its not a government school. lol. Yea anyway just watched ice age today. The cool thing is that it was 3D. Haha and its FOC. No not free-of-charge. It's full-of-crap. Just the way I like it. Haha, this blog is gonna have a skin makeover like real soon cos I've got nothing to do now. Haha!
PEACE OUT, JET
Yea awesomely happy today cos exams just ended. Feel so free now, haha. Gonna lepak the next few days with friends, church and school. Wooohoooo! Yea come to think of it, I really can't wait till A levels are over. Get over with this shitty education system. Somehow, I don't think that university falls in this category cos at least its not a government school. lol. Yea anyway just watched ice age today. The cool thing is that it was 3D. Haha and its FOC. No not free-of-charge. It's full-of-crap. Just the way I like it. Haha, this blog is gonna have a skin makeover like real soon cos I've got nothing to do now. Haha!
PEACE OUT, JET
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Hey People, I'm back.
Ironically, after being MIA for so long, i seriously do not know where to start. In fact, I am cracking my head over this. Well, I guess I should just start will the present, since thats what is only relevant. Hmmm, these few days super sian cos gotta mug everyday. My head feels like its gonna expode and spill out my brian now. Honestly, doing vectors for a whole day causes you to have a major headache. But I guess its for the big prize- The A levels. Anywayz, glad that theres WWW coming up this friday. So gonna give my brian a break lol. Being 18 and looking back at the past 6 years of my teenage life, I realized that I had wasted much of it away. Lol so sad. Anyway, heres a poem AGAIN to express How I feel. One advise for YOUNGER people. Make the most of your youthfulness. Ok now I feel old.
Title of the poem is "Fleeting Days and Wasted SHITZ" :)
Still remember, what it means to be young at 13
Staring blurry eyed in awesome wonder of the world
Holding in our hearts a cherished hope
of the good times that have yet to be experienced
If only.......
Please do tresure
Not long, and it hits you hard
that this world is not so simple
You suffer in daily angst
A thousand quetions at the back of your head
unanswered
And when its time to move on
You realize,
If only......
Please do treasure
Everyday you go with the flow of yesterday and the day before
With no hope of hesitation
to think, to understand, to cherish
Ignorance is a deadly poison
It only delays the pain
Enlightenment makes every second count
If only.....
Please do treasure
Time passes in a blink of an eye
It is so true
You almost do not want to look back
Because you know that...
There are good times not experienced
Friends not made
Character not developed
Hatchets not buried
Hatred unforgiven
and such youthfulness ... wasted
In the blink of an eye
Alas, How IRONIC.
That in our golden years of our life, we live in ignorance
And that we spent the rest of our lives, ever regretting such foolishness.
Written by: Jethro
Ironically, after being MIA for so long, i seriously do not know where to start. In fact, I am cracking my head over this. Well, I guess I should just start will the present, since thats what is only relevant. Hmmm, these few days super sian cos gotta mug everyday. My head feels like its gonna expode and spill out my brian now. Honestly, doing vectors for a whole day causes you to have a major headache. But I guess its for the big prize- The A levels. Anywayz, glad that theres WWW coming up this friday. So gonna give my brian a break lol. Being 18 and looking back at the past 6 years of my teenage life, I realized that I had wasted much of it away. Lol so sad. Anyway, heres a poem AGAIN to express How I feel. One advise for YOUNGER people. Make the most of your youthfulness. Ok now I feel old.
Title of the poem is "Fleeting Days and Wasted SHITZ" :)
Still remember, what it means to be young at 13
Staring blurry eyed in awesome wonder of the world
Holding in our hearts a cherished hope
of the good times that have yet to be experienced
If only.......
Please do tresure
Not long, and it hits you hard
that this world is not so simple
You suffer in daily angst
A thousand quetions at the back of your head
unanswered
And when its time to move on
You realize,
If only......
Please do treasure
Everyday you go with the flow of yesterday and the day before
With no hope of hesitation
to think, to understand, to cherish
Ignorance is a deadly poison
It only delays the pain
Enlightenment makes every second count
If only.....
Please do treasure
Time passes in a blink of an eye
It is so true
You almost do not want to look back
Because you know that...
There are good times not experienced
Friends not made
Character not developed
Hatchets not buried
Hatred unforgiven
and such youthfulness ... wasted
In the blink of an eye
Alas, How IRONIC.
That in our golden years of our life, we live in ignorance
And that we spent the rest of our lives, ever regretting such foolishness.
Written by: Jethro
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Memories
Yes, I'm posting now. What a momentious occasion. Haha!
So what have I been up too lately? Well, obviously many things have happened.(Considering the time span between the posts) Some make me smile while others make me cry. Still there are others that make me laugh, shake my head in disbelief, or warm my heart. Well, whatever. So now its just a matter of recollecting my memories and picking which one i want to write down.
I always feel that memories are really important and vital. Memories are what form are very being and what keeps us rooted in our existence. I'm always really afraid that I'll lose these precious bits of memories. Memories of my childhood- the visits to the zoo, to the park, a simple family dinner, playtime with childhood friends. Memories of lessons learnt- that life aint a bed of roses, that integrity should be the capstone of our live etc. Memories of loved ones- friend and family. Memories, once lost, is almost impossible to recollect, like pouring a glass of water in the sea. You see, memories are so precious in our lives because it is what really identifies us. When we lose such memories, we get really fustrated because we feel that a part of us is gone too. Its like a child leaving his fav teddy bear on a train. He knows its somewhere out there yet he knows he'll never see it again. Memories of our loved ones are even more precious. Losing the memory of a loved one is akin to losing the person.
Heres a poem to read. Lol just felt like writing something.
On the Bench
The air was a cool and silent companion
Except for my own heavy breathing there was not a distraction
Sweat dripped from my forehead onto my top
I sat on the bench to catch my breath
The bench was a dark red meranti, it was sturdy enough
Around me were falling autum leaves and birch and oak
It was inviting. It did not need to talk or give "advice"
Just to listen, to comfort.
To comfort.
So what have I been up too lately? Well, obviously many things have happened.(Considering the time span between the posts) Some make me smile while others make me cry. Still there are others that make me laugh, shake my head in disbelief, or warm my heart. Well, whatever. So now its just a matter of recollecting my memories and picking which one i want to write down.
I always feel that memories are really important and vital. Memories are what form are very being and what keeps us rooted in our existence. I'm always really afraid that I'll lose these precious bits of memories. Memories of my childhood- the visits to the zoo, to the park, a simple family dinner, playtime with childhood friends. Memories of lessons learnt- that life aint a bed of roses, that integrity should be the capstone of our live etc. Memories of loved ones- friend and family. Memories, once lost, is almost impossible to recollect, like pouring a glass of water in the sea. You see, memories are so precious in our lives because it is what really identifies us. When we lose such memories, we get really fustrated because we feel that a part of us is gone too. Its like a child leaving his fav teddy bear on a train. He knows its somewhere out there yet he knows he'll never see it again. Memories of our loved ones are even more precious. Losing the memory of a loved one is akin to losing the person.
Heres a poem to read. Lol just felt like writing something.
On the Bench
The air was a cool and silent companion
Except for my own heavy breathing there was not a distraction
Sweat dripped from my forehead onto my top
I sat on the bench to catch my breath
The bench was a dark red meranti, it was sturdy enough
Around me were falling autum leaves and birch and oak
It was inviting. It did not need to talk or give "advice"
Just to listen, to comfort.
To comfort.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
OGL camp has been great. And great in so many ways. Truthfully speaking, I do not like attending camps. I never liked leaving the comfort of my bed at home, or sharing a stink crap toilet with at least a few hundred other campers ( trust me, it stinks!) But it is also in camps that some of my most precious memories happen. It is in camps that we are able to catch a glismpse of the human kind- that is to understand its flaws and celebrate in its goodness. It is through the camp experience that the individual benefits from in terms of memories and understanding.
One of the most fondest things in the camp is the bond that I had forged with my fellow council members. The times shared with them eating, sleeping in the same bunk and slacking on stage watching the OGLs cheer is something that will always remain nolstagic. Ms Lee said during the camp: to wake up in the morning and see your friends in their most untidy state is really true bondedness. I feel that such moments are magical. Even as life returns to breakneck speed after the camp, such bonds and memories serve as an anchor to the ship, or as roots of a tree. When the storms of life comes crashing, one can always find identity and renewed strength in them.
It is also in camps that one is able to see the true colours of others. Having to live with someone 24/7 means that the true nature of a person will always be exposed. In times of difficulty some will perservere for a breakthrough while others may give up along the way. That is why camps also test the true character of the individual. Even so, values aquired during the camp will never be lost. Camps are learning journeys, not an act of judgement.
I look forward to orientation 2009- Avian Rennaissence. And yes, I will endure the smelly toilets.
I pray that my relationship with God will be even closer.
Chows,
Jethro
One of the most fondest things in the camp is the bond that I had forged with my fellow council members. The times shared with them eating, sleeping in the same bunk and slacking on stage watching the OGLs cheer is something that will always remain nolstagic. Ms Lee said during the camp: to wake up in the morning and see your friends in their most untidy state is really true bondedness. I feel that such moments are magical. Even as life returns to breakneck speed after the camp, such bonds and memories serve as an anchor to the ship, or as roots of a tree. When the storms of life comes crashing, one can always find identity and renewed strength in them.
It is also in camps that one is able to see the true colours of others. Having to live with someone 24/7 means that the true nature of a person will always be exposed. In times of difficulty some will perservere for a breakthrough while others may give up along the way. That is why camps also test the true character of the individual. Even so, values aquired during the camp will never be lost. Camps are learning journeys, not an act of judgement.
I look forward to orientation 2009- Avian Rennaissence. And yes, I will endure the smelly toilets.
I pray that my relationship with God will be even closer.
Chows,
Jethro
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Can I?
Can I really do it?
To break across the monotony
To unleash my true potential
Or does such potential even exist?
Am I a fine man
Clad in silk and fine adornments?
Please not!
Even a glittering sword my belt does not hold
Perhaps I am but dirt inside
Unable and parasitic
It stains the cloth, that is as white as snow
Truth to behold!
I am to be content with this mediocrity
I am to embrace it
and find solace in it
Sometimes the rope I hold is taut
But yet at the end of the day when the sun comes to rest
I must still let go
For the mind though willing
the flesh forbids
and in the end the mind accepts
truth is truth
Oh how deep is the longing
To reach for the stars that I gaze upon
to ride my hands along its side
and so to feel its might
I reach out with stretching hands
Hands straineous in constant endeavor
So it seems
The defeat and failure cripples him once more
and he realizes
Can I?
Just some emo poem that I wrote. Enjoy :)
Chows,
yours truely
To break across the monotony
To unleash my true potential
Or does such potential even exist?
Am I a fine man
Clad in silk and fine adornments?
Please not!
Even a glittering sword my belt does not hold
Perhaps I am but dirt inside
Unable and parasitic
It stains the cloth, that is as white as snow
Truth to behold!
I am to be content with this mediocrity
I am to embrace it
and find solace in it
Sometimes the rope I hold is taut
But yet at the end of the day when the sun comes to rest
I must still let go
For the mind though willing
the flesh forbids
and in the end the mind accepts
truth is truth
Oh how deep is the longing
To reach for the stars that I gaze upon
to ride my hands along its side
and so to feel its might
I reach out with stretching hands
Hands straineous in constant endeavor
So it seems
The defeat and failure cripples him once more
and he realizes
Can I?
Just some emo poem that I wrote. Enjoy :)
Chows,
yours truely
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