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Note to reader: I do not need you to agree with whatever I write, as whatever that is written is my perspective on life, in general. If you do not agree, just take it as a pinch of salt.
In time.
The title of a movie released in 2011 where it follows the story of a guy, the modern day Robin Hood.
I shall not elaborate more about the contents of the film. So I will leave it to you to watch it for yourself, also I am not so good at giving summaries. It is good and thought intriguing film, thumbs up for the film and it is encouraged to be watched.
As mentioned earlier, the film was thought intriguing and so it led me to write this post. I do not want to hide this in my journal as I think it is something worth sharing with the world, since poverty is a real and serious issue that the world is currently dealing with. In the film, the main lead gave “time”(the currency in the film) stolen to the poor. Personally, I think that the act of giving is a really commendable act. However, the act of stealing is wrong, morally and personally. “Stealing what is stolen is not stealing” was the idea that the characters used to justify their actions. In my own opinion, two wrongs do not make a right. Back to my point, the film also highlighted a scene where the main lead gave a decade (or more) worth of “time” to his best friend and the friend went to gamble his life away, literally. I then remembered one GP lecturer saying that we should not be fighting for rich people to give money to the poor or money given directly to the poor, but we should be fighting for reasonable wages, better working conditions, better standard of living and more/equal opportunities presented all. Simply giving money, in general, without any limit will tend to screw the entire economic system, lead to the "free-rider" problem and greed and selfishness will prosper among us. This is something we would not want. Instead, by ensuring that one’s hard work is not undervalued or overvalued and no one is deprived of opportunities to succeed, will not lead to the free-riders problem and a situation, where someone works hard all day long to earn a merger pay that is not enough to feed oneself or one’s family, will unlikely happen. I am not saying that this is the be all and end all to alleviate poverty, what I am saying is it is point worth considering and maybe worth trying. I am not perfect, neither are my proposed solutions but it is the best that this 18 year old could think of and hope for.
This world is indeed in a huge mess, but fret not, there is still hope. Hope for those who believe in Jesus Christ, for He came to make everything in order. Something learnt from the youth camp. All these we see in the world just simply points us to the fact that earthly things should not be the objects in which we place our hope in but our hope should be placed in the HEAVENLY FATHER, the eternal and permanent.
I do not know how I manage to digress into the last point, but it seems right to me. So now you know why I blog and not write articles in the newspapers:)) Work in progress, will get there eventually or never. But worth the try, we ain't living forever.
Mic3helle
AJ Casino Royale 2011 Tuesday, December 13, 2011 6:55 PM
As promised, I am now giving an account for ….PROM!
Prom was the second event that took place right after Youth camp 2011. The day we break camp on the 5th December was the same day of my prom. Exciting? Yes. Tiring? Extremely. Thank God I was able to get of my prom stuff before the campJ))) The preparation itself was both time consuming and exhausting. I remembered feeling hungry and tired after putting on my makeup, done my hair and put on my dress. Unfortunately, the sulphide bonds in my hair “protested” against the curls formed by the curler and emerge victorious. That is why my hair looked straight, still. I should have gotten the hair spray to silence the “protest”.
A big shout out to Abigail, the mastermind behind my make-up and hair. Thanks girl!
One of the most exciting parts about prom is seeing classmates and schoolmates in glamorous and fashionable clothes, the total opposite look from the dull grey and blue uniform. Taking photos is the next most exciting part of prom! Chinese style dinner was served, something I did not expect but the food was good. The muttons weren’t the ones hosting the event, nor Shan and Rozz. But the replacement did a really good job, though I did not catch his name.
One thing that I remembered very vividly was that moment where I was surrounded by a sea of schoolmates but out of the many people that surround me, not even one I knew as friend. You can say that I have a pretty low-profile in school. Or you can say that many of those I knew did not go for the event.
That moment led me to think that it is really the people that make the event a memorable, not the place and activities.
In the end, skipped the after-party as I was really tired, heels are killing me and miss my soft bed dearly.
So I headed home and was in my dreamland by 2am.
To me, that is the perfect way to end Prom: Casino Royale AJC 2011.
Mic3helle
Camp Nexus: What’s next for us? 1-5 dec 2011 Monday, December 12, 2011 11:39 PM
First and foremost, praise be to God who made “Camp Nexus: What’s next for us?”, youth camp 2011, a successful camp. Praise the Lord for the good weather He blessed us with, for His protection over every camper, for granting campers the ability to understand what is being taught. Pray that all campers will remember lessons learnt and to walk closer to the Lord God.
Youth camps are the only type of camp that I will ever agree to attend. For a person, like me, who dislike camps, because I am no longer in the comfort of my home, to say that I want to go for a youth camps means youth camps are really special camps. The reason I want to go for youth camp is because it is like having church for 4 consecutive full days. Spending time learning God’s word and being brought closer to God are what make youth camps extremely memorable for me. It is also a time where I am “discipline” to read the bible ever morning, something that I unfortunately have not being doing as “studying for A levels” was the usual excuse to avoid just that. Since A levels are over, the more I am able to do just that. In my heart, I hope that reading God’s word will become as important as breathing to me. Youth camps also provide a platform to get to know people better and to make new friends. The truth is though I am in LPPC for almost all of my life and go to church every Sunday, I never really talk to or know all the members that attend the church. This youth camp, I have the pleasure of working with people that I never imagine I would ever work with, those younger and older than me. For a person that cherish relationships/friendship, I really had a great time during the camp simply by having the opportunity to know someone better immeasurable ways, something that spending 10 minutes talking to will not achieve. This year’s youth camp is as memorable as the past two I had attended, but each youth camp is different, no, special in their each unique way.
One take away from this year’s camp is the priorities we have in life, are they aligned to what is to come? 2 Peter 3: 11-12 Since everything will be destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be? You ought to live holy and godly lives as you look forward to the day of God and speed its coming. That day will bring about the destruction of the heavens by fire, and the elements will melt in the heat.
Coming to a point in life where I have major decisions to make, it is exceptionally important for me to make the “correct” choices. The verse above will be one that I will have to remember and hold close to me as I take a step towards adulthood.
Did I experience camp withdrawal symptoms? Surprisingly, no. Reason is simple, activities packed back to back, no time to think and reflect and feel~This is something I don’t like, rushing through things. I never get to fully embrace and enjoy when I rush. Nevertheless, memories from 2011 youth camp will stay with me….till I have dementia and forget everything. Well, that may happen.
What’s next for us? Only God knows.
Mic3helle
The end and the beginning 11:37 PM
A levels ended 12 days ago on the 1st of December 2011.
I didn’t have the time and energy to blog about this historic moment in my life. This is because I have post-A levels programs packed back to back. Straight after my biology MCQ paper , I rushed home to get my camping items and headed towards bishan where my church is situated. I had youth camp, camp Nexus: What’s next for us?, from that moment to the 5th of December. On the 5th December, again, I rushed home to get my prom stuff (not camping stuff) and went to my friend’s house to prepare for…..PROM!!! After prom, I had a break for 2 days before I headed off to Sentosa, Resort World Sentosa, for a 3-day family holiday. Holidays does not mean I have to go over the sea, in fact I did cross a river body over the Sentosa. After this family holiday on 10th dec, I then went to my friend’s house to have a sleepover cum preparation for youth blessing day on the 11thdec. On the 11th December, went to church followed by youth blessing day and then camp echo (echo echo*sound fades away*)
Frankly speaking, I had so much fun in just one week that I had forgotten that I even ended A levels. However, having so many activities packed back to back sure did burn me out. I was so exhausted by the 11th and got a good night rest.
Here I am blogging and let me share with you what I had experienced the past week.
Mic3helle
5 more Weekzzz Monday, September 26, 2011 9:22 PM
A level’s is in 5 weeks’ time.
Excited? Pretty much. Why? It is the 8 months long vacation that I will get after the A’s. 8 months of liberation. 8 months of almost adulthood. 8 months of exploring. 8 months of long awaited rest. 8 months to choosing life’s major decision. Whether I am ready for the A level’s is a totally different story. I can say I am 60% there for majority of the subjects. Yearning to be 100% prepared for the A levels. I just want to make sure that the very moment I walked out of the examination hall for every paper, I will be able to tell myself that I did all I could and it is the best I can ever do, to be given the paper again I would have done the same thing.
In short, no regrets.
Results are secondary.
Mic3helle
Movieee Friday, September 16, 2011 7:57 PM
Do films and movies have value in the world today? There are instances where after the show I will feel that it is a show worth watching. Whereas, there are movies that leave me with a “such a waste of time” feeling. I am pretty selective in the types of shows that I watch so I can safely say that out of the many shows I had watched, I enjoyed majority of them. I will give the general paper way of argument a pass and skip to my experiences. Haha, I had this sudden thought that it sounded like the application question. If you know what I am talking about, good for you, but if not then no worries, you didn’t miss much.
Recently, I watched two amazing shows. Yes, I know that I shouldn’t be watching shows when A levels are just round the corner. I promised that I watch it after my work is done and during my break times, studies are not compromised in anyway.
One of the show is Billy Elliot.
This show is about a guy named Billy who fell in love with ballet. As the film develops, billy went through a few setbacks before he finally got accepted and entered a ballet school, eventually becoming a reputable dancer. Each and everyone have a talent, it is a matter of whether we can find it and nurture it. There is one line in the show that really struck me the most. It goes something like this when Billy questioned his ability and chance to be accepted in the school because he has no prior exposure to ballet. The teacher said that that is what the school is for, to teach him the necessary skills. And the school is looking for the personal touch and own expression in the dance. I see some resemblance of this in me. I am not the best pianist and I started learning piano when I was 14, a relatively old age to start picking up the skill. I just received my distinction certificate for grade 4 piano examination and the examiner commented that she enjoyed listening to me playing the pieces during the exam. I finally realized that the arts is not about being the best, it all boils down to whether you can express yourself through the various forms (drawings/music/dance/drama). It matters the most that the audience understands what you are trying to tell them through the dance, the music piece or the play. Great enlightenment. I indeed feel so much more motivated to continue my pursuit of becoming a great musician, one day.
The other movie was Tinkerbell. I know you must be “WHAT?!? She watches Disney movies at this age?” Yes I still watch Disney movies, and you have to admit Disney does produce great films and movies. I am not going to summarize the storyline. The take-away was, similar to the previous one, embracing who one is. In the show, Tinkerbell was unhappy with the gift/talent of being a tinker and she tries to learn and pick up the other skills. However, she fails miserably in picking up the other skills. At last, she realized that she was wrong to think of her gift as insignificant and put it to do the greater good. I sometimes ask myself why does the phrase goes “Jack of all trades, but master of none” and not “Jack of all trades and master of all”. I find myself looking at others with eyes filled with envy, as I feel unhappy that I don’t have that talent. Especially the ability to dance, sing, play the instrument and get great grades. Sometimes I ask myself what am learning the piano when there are children age 4 that plays way much better than me. Or why can’t I be flexible so I can do splits and be a dancer on Broadway. I guess when one look at others, one tend to forgo and forget the many talents that one has. I am good at certain things. I shall not mention so as to not boast. In conclusion, look and find your talent. It is somewhere inside of you, you just need to find it. Satisfaction is also the key. We can’t have everything but we can make what we have everything to us.
Michelle
FIVE senses Friday, September 2, 2011 10:42 PM
In life, there are many things that we like to take for granted. One of such and often ignored is the five senses. I know that there are more than 5 senses, but let's just keep it simple to just 5. I was wondering (well when a girl wonders, she really thinks...a lot) and came out with this question.
If you were to lose all your senses except one, what would the one sense you would keep?
I pondered and got my answer.....Hearing/listening. Why? Well, i personally feel that we lived in an era/generation where it is all about I, me and myself. When was the last time where someone just sit down and listen to what you want to say for a whole 5 minutes, without any interruption? Listening is one thing but is the person really listening to what you say? That is why i want to keep my hearing so that i can be the person who can be there for my friends, to hear them out, to listen to their problems. to lend a listening ear or just to be there for them when they need someone to talk to. The other reason is music. You need ears to hear music. Call me freak for all i care but whenever i listen to songs, i will check the lyrics before i like the song. Lyrics are really important part of songs, i feel. Nevertheless, classical music is also one of my favourites. I play the piano, not extremely well but good enough, so i understand the importance of hearing. Music has this liberating effect, it brings me to another world--my world. Usually at the end of the day, i would prefer to go home on my own so i can plug in my earphones and enjoy the songs on my playlist or the radio, blocking out whatever sounds from the surroundings. Playing the piano also has the same effect but it requires more work in learning and practicing. The practice is pretty noisy but once i am done with learning the piece, it is music to my ears.
That is my views, what about yours?
Mic3helle
Owl City Saturday, June 18, 2011 6:46 AM
In the past, I always thought that being a fan of a singer/band was the common part of growing up. I tried to find a singer or band to be a fan of but it did not work out and I got frustrated. The next thing I knew was I was listening to the radio and choosing songs to love despite who the artist was. 98.7fm was indeed a great place to listen to music and the very thing that got me started with Owl city.
Looking out for new songs under the “New this week” list was a routine for me each week. I admit that it is not the first time I listened to Owl city’s songs but this time round while searching for one of his latest hits “Deer in the headlights”, I wander a little further. I went to search for the meaning of this song on youtube. This landed me onto his video blog where Adam Young explain the inspiration and meaning behind each song in this upcoming music ablum – “All things bright and beautiful”. I was also curious, and went to view the video about his song Alligator sky.
After all this searching on the net, I found out that Young’s songs have really inspiring and creative lyrics. Lyrics that talk about chasing one’s dreams, the reality of life and death, and especially daydreaming. The lyrics are crafted like a piece of great literature. First time in my whole 18 years of my life have I scrutinize and infer an artist lyrics and in the mean time have so much fun. It exactly what the arts GP lecturer who did on The Arts said, you can look at the same picture a thousand times but all with different perspective and have a lot of fun, Really, indeed. I am getting rather disappointed with some of the singer’s song as it reflect ideals that I cannot come into agreeable terms with it and pretty meaningless.
The best part of Owl City is that Adam Young is really an inspiring christian that never fails to thank and glorify the Lord in the things he does. There is this sentance that is written at the bottom of the credits in his album, and it goes ,
"All praise and glory to Jesus Christ, to whom I owe everthing."
Amazing to see how God works in his life. By the way, I bought the latest album "All Things Bright and Beautiful". Great joy to have it.
Mic3helle.
Success, please define. Thursday, April 7, 2011 8:18 PM
I realized I haven’t touched my blog for a really long time. I guess this is because of the use of social networking sites, such as twitter and facebook, which make updating of my status easier and faster. So you know in Junior college, time is a luxury. And therefore, time cannot be used on the computer to type long entries. However, I realized that though these networking sites saves time but it do not allow me to write a lot down as there are limited number of words. This means I will need to have a lot of status update that will result in spamming other people’s wall, and I want to spare others from their wall being spammed with my rants. Therefore, I have come back to good old blogs to fulfil such a task.
Okay, sorry about the long and lengthy intro. Let me start.
In JC, I realized and experience more about life. I find that it is very stressful for one as the environment is in such a way where people always want to compete with others. As they find it extremely thrilling and joyous to obtain a higher mark then others and not taking time to help others. This is selfishness in the act. I am not stating that any dude who scores really high marks are like that but I, myself, sometimes find myself in that situation. I based others’ marks to determine my success. I find it extremely tiring and disappointing.
My advice: do NOT ever do that.
It sucks the morality and humanity out of you, leaving you empty and never satisfied. I learnt that sometimes it is way, way much better to have your peers scoring the same really awesome grades as you, then to obtain a few more marks then others and gloat over it. The best way to celebrate success is when others obtain success. In this way, there is no need to hide one’s excitement and joy as one do not want to hurt those already in pain as they obtain a mark that is not desired.
In conclusion, success cannot be measured by comparing and putting others down. AND success taste the BEST when everyone celebrates with you.
That’s all from me now.
Till I have some free time, see you again.
Mic3helle
The TANNER side of everything~ Monday, November 22, 2010 9:45 PM
I was late for school, the most unlikely thing that happen to me happened. You know I am a good student, but sometimes there are times that I am bound to make mistakes. I could blame it on yesterday’s wedding dinner that ended at 11pm plus and the MRT train. But the fact remained. As I walked into the lecture theatre, I try to spot my class. Then, there was it, the dark patch on the top right. There is my class. Everyone’s skin colour all became one shade darker. No DNA involved, just pure exposure to sun for the ENTIRE DAY. A pretty funny sight.
tanner 1610
Love
Mic3helle
Written in Sand... DaY @ East Coast Park Friday, November 19, 2010 9:50 PM
Here I am, awake for more than twenty hours. Exhausted, definitely. Satisfied, of course. The day started with me waking up at 4.45am. That is super early, considering the fact that I am tuning to the holiday mode where I wake up at 7am the earliest. I got to admit I was both thrilled and blur, I kept going around my house countless time as I forgot to get this and that. Thankfully, I managed to get all the stuff I needed for the day but I missed the train and the next train came at 'I-don’t-know-how-long'. When I reach Jurong East, I met the “western” people---those who live in the west of Singapore---before heading off to bedok
Then and there, we made our trip down to Bedok, the other end of Singapore. Someone gave us wrong info that it takes an hour to get to bedok, but that is not the case. So we end up reaching 20 minutes earlier. It is good to be early; at least you won’t be the one being blamed for holding the group. After gathering some people from my class 1610, we headed to the bus interchange and board bus 196. The bus was filled with cheetahs! Not the animal but one of the houses. It is kind of cool as we go as a big group; there is no such thing as getting lost.
CHEETAH-ians
The construction of 1610’s Sandcastle began! The design was simply a lighthouse. I thought it was going to be easy, but I thought wrong. I realized in my life, nothing is really smooth.....My class's sandcastle toppled THREE TIMES!!!! The instructors said that to build a rather tall sandcastle and to use the blue bucket was a challenge. They told us that not many people were able to utilize the blue bucket to build a tall sandcastle and we should not be too upset. I am not sure whether if it is thick-skinned or pure resilience and perseverance that motivated the class to continue building the sandcastle and “No lighthouse, no go home”. We stayed for the next 3-4 hours with the afternoon session—Cougar, building our fourth attempt. We decide to move nearer to the sea, where the sand is so much finer and better for sandcastle building. According to my classmates, the fengshui there is better. Estelle, one of my classmates, was the human mallet. She stood in the blue bucket and compressed the sand with her feet and body weight. Technically, she is better compare to using the hammer. We had a formula to building the sandcastle. It goes, “ 3 mudpie and 1 water”. I was initially rather shock when they use the term “mud pie”. I thought it was some kind of dessert but it turned up to be sand with water. I got to admit, holding the yellow bucket made me feel like some construction worker. Construction worker—building my class’s dreams. It was then, the moment of truth came. Everyone was holding their breath as the blue bucket was removed. Thoughts of failure ran through my mind but deep down, I keep praying that the sandcastle will stand. The day ended, the lighthouse stood firmly on the ground. The joy and the excitement were beyond comprehension. Screams filled the air. We did it, 1610 did it. Thank God, the last and fourth time the sandcastle finally stood.
I learnt that dreams do come true, and like the sandcastle building process, we face many setbacks but we must know how to get up each time we fall, even if it hurts.
Took to Pasir Ris MRT station to ensure a seat, then made my way home to Jurong. Opposite ends of Singapore.
Came home “Ciao dar” and aching. Exhausted but satisfied.
Love
Mic3helle
A day out Friday, November 5, 2010 11:20 PM
Woah, it has been a long time since I posted something on my blog. I guess this will be a common tagline or starting line. Happy Deepavali! Today, is a holiday!
I love holidays because I get to remove myself from my school-life and enter a world where I can spend time with my family. I realized that people’s life would carry on, regardless of whether you are part of it. It is good that I spend time with my family especially when rejecting my youngest sister whenever she ask to play with me was a common sight. I always feel bad that my usual reply to her is “I have homework” or “I have to study for my exams”. Her reply would always be “I do not have homework/exams, I can play.” So it is great that I could spend time with her, I don’t want to miss out on any moment where I can spend time with her as she is growing so quickly.
My family went all the way to Pasir Ris Park today.
Luckily there is such thing as the car and we were there less then an hour and Singapore is not that big. It is really nice to enjoy nature’s beauty and escape from all the tall buildings. The beach is nice.
I finally went to downtown east. It has been a long time since I been there and from my perspective, it has change A LOT. Of course, it has change for the better. It looks really new and nice. There is this Ferris wheel in the building itself! Wow! There is also a shop where they make personalize shirt using some kind of spray paint. I saw the owner making a shirt. Sweet!
Ate at Burger King. Half way through the meal, there was a group of Caucasian boys came in, wearing their swimsuit only. My youngest sister went “shame shame” when she saw them. My younger sister asks me “Why do people only want to wear so little when they are not in the pool?” I guess Asians are more conservative. I want to travel round the world. Okay, time for sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday, I almost mistook today for Saturday. Going back to school for OP practice.
Mic3helle
Chocolate Cheesecake...VOILA! Monday, October 11, 2010 9:21 PM
Fresh from the oven ---Chocolate cake. This is my first attempt to make cheesecake of a different flavor. For those who had been eating my “creation” for the past 3 years, hope you will continue doing that. Haha. The idea of making a chocolate cheesecake started with the love for chocolates during the preparations for promotional exams. I got credit my dad for giving me the courage to do. It is because he poured a bottle of blueberry jam in the cheesecake mixture when I was asked to make one for my grandparents. Yupps, it turned out a bit too sweet but overall okay. Me, not a huge fan of blueberry, will do chocolate. I got to admit that I was a bit worried as I was afraid that the cake will burn or turn out like…. And this would mean that I just wasted a week of allowance! Anyway, praise the Lord, the cake turned out nice. Delicious, according to me. At least I got a fan to start with. If others don’t like, at least I have me to eat the cake. A week allowance for the making of cake, but happiness from consumer is worthless. I also learn that sometimes one does not need to follow the instructions entirely. Changes can be made, but the concept remains.
Hello! It has been a long time since I have posted. So I felt kind of free despite the need to study for economics. Have you ever felt that you are doing things alone? Well, I do. Leading an event when your committee members don’t even know what the whole event is about. If I am confused on what event we are doing. Who do I turn to when I am the only one that knows clearly what the whole thing is about? Things aren’t turning the way it should be and I am the only one worried. Thanks a lot guys it is much appreciated. Time to involve them. I have thinking that they might be busy and sparing a thought for them as I am afraid that they have other important things to handle and may not have the time. When I am not strong….there is always God there holding me. Praise the Lord.
Love
Mic3helle
Something about me.... Saturday, September 11, 2010 11:30 PM
Who uses gloves to read newspapers? MEEeee.
I was going through like a month's worth of newspapers which is about 20 plus. It is hard work and I am left will 1/4 more after 1 and a half hour! I got really fed up as the plastic gloves trap heat and my hands are sweaty.
Love, Mic3helle
The ugly truth Monday, August 30, 2010 9:52 PM
The ugly truth was been revealed. It is upsetting and disappointing to know how things can turn out like that. I once thought that my life was amazing to have a great bunch of people in the school. However, the truth turns out to be the opposite. What an irony. This world is filled with selfish people that I thought doesn’t exist. It is heartbreaking but I do not want to say it out loud and voice my rants and disagreements, as they are people who I cherish. My heart filled with love that seems to be running out. It is tiring trying to be there for people when all I get in return is ignored, where they will just turn their backs on you, giving you a cold shoulder. Sharing the flame with someone cold can warm them but how long can this flame last for the two of us? The days ahead will be tough; will they ever know what I do for them? Will they continue to be ignorant to the things I do for them? I do not want a “thank you” but I am longing for them to share that flame with me. To be loved. “Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.” I John 4:8
However, despite the coldness that the world gives, I know the supplier of love---God.
This is how we Know --- By Matt Redman This is how we know
This is how we know what love is
Just one look at Your cross
And this is where we see
This is where we see how love works
For You surrendered Your all
And this is how we know
That You have loved us first
This is where we chose
To love You in return
For You so loved the world
That You gave Your only Son
Love amazing, so divine
We will love You in return
For this life that You give
For this death that You have died
Love amazing, so divine
We will love You in reply, Lord
This is how we know
This is how we know what love is J
ust one look at Y
our cross And this is where we see
This is where we see how love works
For You surrendered Your all
And this is how we know
That You have loved us first
This is where we chose To love You in return
For You so loved the world
That You gave Your only Son
Love amazing, so divine
We will love You in return
For this life that You give
For this death that You have died
Love amazing, so divine
We will love You in reply, Lord
Our love will be loud
Our love will be strong
Our love shall be hands and feet
That serve You in this world
So let us stay true
And let it endure
That You will be glorified
And worshiped and adored
For You so loved the world
That You gave Your only Son
Love amazing, so divine
We will love You in return
For this life that You give
For this death that You have died
Love amazing, so divine
We will love You in reply, Lord
Savior of the world
King Jesus we love You
For we have been loved
King Jesus we love You
For we have been loved
King Jesus we love You
For we have been loved
King Jesus we love You
For we have been loved
We have been loved
Love Mic3helle
YOG: swimming Monday, August 16, 2010 9:30 PM
I just saw the swimming heats, YOG. I got to admit that the guys have really muscular bodies and six-packs abs was a common sight. My youngest sister went “shame shame” when the competitors (guys) took off their clothes which reveal their upper half of the body and only their swimming trunks on. Rather cute, I meant my sister, expression. That was the first of its kind. The guys are handsome bunch of people and tall. As height really do matters for me. Xiao Ting, a classmate of mine, shared with me the conversation she had with a really good-looking swimmer who was the flag barrier for the country she was holding the placard for. I am trying hard to restraint from getting head over heels with the outer appearance of guys. As people would say appearance is secondary is the personality that counts. Watching the swimming heats isn’t a good way to restraint it. Anyway, I have to frank on why I do not get excited over any singers/artists as I hate the feeling of being so close yet so far, the intangible that bothers me. I mean you see the celebrities on the media but you don’t even know the person and worst still they don’t know you. That is why I support a particular artist via listening/watching their products, be it in a form of a song or a movie. It is the have-nots and the intangible that makes me feel very miserable. From this YOG swimming, though it made me feel miserable that I cannot meet anyone of the tall swimmers, I know that there is hope out there in another part of the world that tall and cute guys still exist. Woohoo!
Love Mic3helle
Singapore Saturday, August 14, 2010 11:07 PM
Even though I have lived in Singapore for about 17 years, this is my first time taking the LRT. Don’t laugh, I know you want to but don’t. It feels a little bit like a roller coaster ride, especially when you face the front that gives you a full view of the tracks. I went to Bukit Panjang Plaza today to get my dad’s present, if you are wondering why I talk about LRT. I am a more pro MRT person, maybe it is because I am used to taking MRTs to where ever I want to go.
I know what I am going to write may sound very cliché, bare with me. Anyway, it is quite cool when I type cliché; the thingy on top of the “e” automatically appears. Back to what I wanted to say, ya, it is about Singapore. Growing up here, I have grown to like this place because it is where my family and friends are. It is the people that make the event/place a more memorable one. I came to this conclusion when ever I attend an event where I know it will be boring and it turned out to be boring but it is also one of the most memorable events because of the people that I hang out with. Like going to school nowadays, but with my classmates, the day is never boring.
On the same line, I just saw the YOG opening ceremony and heard some negative comments about it, but I personally feel that it is Singapore making history that matters most. Anyway, Singapore-being the first host of YOG- will be the ones setting the benchmark for the next few generations. Why worry so much about making the whole thing all-so-perfect. I think is quite a good job done, though, especially the lighting of the torch.^^
Back to my point, in anything event or time, I just find it exciting to go “ra-ra”, which means getting all hyped up. The adrenaline rush is amazing, and an anti-drug way to get high. Haha.
Hope that I will be able to meet an “ang mo”(Caucasian) athlete, who is taller then me, this few days. Fingers crossed.
Mic3helle
Mid-week Wednesday, July 28, 2010 10:05 PM
Today is mid-week. Yippee! Why am I happy? Maybe it is because the thought that the weekend is drawing near. The thought indeed just thrills me. Today other than the whole day packed with lectures back-to-back, my class had learning journey—AMK trail after lessons. The trail was nothing really fantastic; it is the people who go with you that made it a wonderful experience. Before the AMK trail, I accidentally spilled my cup of ice milo and the contents were poured out onto the table, chairs and the floor. Surprisingly, there was this guy in my class who looked like a bodybuilder took the mop and mopped the place. It is really something you don’t see everyday though. However before we could caught that moment on camera, he went back to put back the mop. During the Ang Mo Kio Trail, my class was like insanely hyper. I think they ate something that caused them to be that high on energy. Anyway, it was a good thing though and indeed a different side of our class, the wilder side. The only thing I remembered from the trail was that the ghost story that was told, I really cannot remember when did it all started. Luckily I had tamed my imagination skills over the years, so I did not really imagine the visual scene of the ghost story. Praise the Lord, though. I have to admit I have a weak heart when it comes to horror. God is Light, it is stated in 1 john. Okay, time to sleep. Really tired. Nights
Mic3helle
Alive.....lucky Saturday, July 24, 2010 10:01 PM
I never thought I would make it out alive. This week was a long and tiring and tedious week, with New South Whales quiz on Tuesday, Chinese A level listening comprehension and Investiture on Thursday. With so many events taking place on after another, I need the title of my project work---Give me a breather. Something also happened on Wednesday that I am not very proud of. It is a mistake that caused my trust from my teacher to be jeopardized. Misjudgment and assumption resulted in me having to face the music. The one thing that I carried in my heart was that my condemned me. It felt that I had just fail God. The feeling of failing God is like screwing up a second chance that was given to you by grace. Today during the pre-BS meeting, we were going through 1 John 3: 11-24. One take-away was that when our hearts condemn us, it is comforting to know that God is greater and knows everything. It means that God is great enough to forgive me and have the grace to do that, powerful right? I know. God knowing everything means that he knows my motives. I can assure that whatever I did was out of love and did not harbor any selfish intend. Believe it or not, I don’t really care what you think of me but all I care of is what God think of me. I am glad to have such a God. Though the incident indeed left a scar, it is time to move on. Prayer was something that pushes me forward. Prayer was the only thing that came to my mind whenever I meet with problems, from about to miss the train to the listening comprehension for the answer. Be it big or small the prayer was answered. I never miss the MRT train and reported to school on time. Though one friend of mine was so late for school, thankfully she did not get her attendance marked as late. Amazing things happens if you are willing to give you life to God. Leave it in God’s hands. Another round of praying for next week.
♥MICH-SHELL
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