HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY, SINGAPORE!!

It's October 1st again, Singapore's Children's Day!! It's been so darn long since I had a celebration.

During this week's attachment at Esplanade, most of us are assigned to shows specially put up for this unique occasion. Most of the shows are fully booked due to the local public holiday, Hari Raya.

p/s: SELEMAT HARI RAYA, PEOPLE!

(YAYNESS! NO MORE FASTING WHILE SHOPPING WITH THE GIRLS! :P )

Today, there was a technical rehearsal for one of the kids' show at the Recital Studio. After the sound check and fixing of wireless mics on the performers, I sat down on the colourful alphabet mat and played one of the audience.

Singing and dancing along to the familiar childhood songs, I suddenly recall a short but vivid celebration. I must have been in kindergarten and some of us gather to give out the candy bags our mothers had wrapped for our friends.

As I was typing the previous paragraph, another memory surfaced. In primary six, our form teacher Mrs Wong had baked us chicken pies. It was the last Children's day celebration for all of us and Mrs Wong made sure we all had a pie. I remember her saying she would always bake them for their form class of the year. And I remembered how emotional and grateful we were to receive that, because Mrs Wong had contacted shingles and we all thought she was going to die. I mean, most people died because of that disease. I'm not saying we love her to bits. She is one of the fiercest teachers I ever had, but we respected her.

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Woah. I am amazed I recalled all that. I have a really poor memory of my childhood. Haha, selective memory, they say.

And this year, I had looked forward to visiting Soka Kindergarten. After the independence camp with the K2s, I find myself missing these children so much! UNFORTUNATELY, I just remb it's a public holiday tomorrow, hence, I won't be able to celebrate with them. Maybe Laurel and I will visit SK on thursday, before my attachment at 2pm.

Here's the ending...

Declaration of the Rights of the Child (EVERY CHILD)

1. The child must be given the means requisite for its normal development, both materially and spiritually.

2. The child that is hungry must be fed, the child that is sick must be nursed, the child that is backward must be helped, the delinquent child must be reclaimed, and the orphan and the waif must be sheltered and succoured.

3. The child must be the first to receive relief in times of distress.

4. The child must be put in a position to earn a livelihood, and must be protected against every form of exploitation.

5. The child must be brought up in the consciousness that its talents must be devoted to the service of its fellow men.

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Let's be nice young people and encourage every child we see to be happy, k?!

HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY, LOVES!!

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Communication.

Min just told me about her reflective journal today. That's one interesting fact I find about RP. Their daily journals are pretty meaningful to write about.

"Think about your own experiences, strengths and weaknesses as a communicator. How confident are you about communicating without words, and observing the body language and gestures of others?"

Everyone has different ways and means of expressing themselves. It's like a set of fingerprints, they all look the same but really ain't similar. The above-mentioned means are just some of the many ways we could communicate physically. We could express ourselves with written works or music too. Some people could easily reveal their thoughts and emotions through simple body language like shifting of feet, standing, sitting/walking posture, facial expressions or even the words we choose to use when we feel happy or upset.

I guess one of those times I myself get conscious about how I move, would be during job interviews. Concious about where I placed my hands, the posture I sat in and the words I chose to gain impressions.

Another of those self-concious periods would, unfortunately, be when someone we fancy is around. I mean, who isn't right? When she/he's near by, you want to be at your best. Even when she/he's just on the phone, your tone and pitch will be different.

I hate to admit, but there are times I feel down and cannot bring myself to say anything. Not because I don't trust my friends, but I don't trust my thoughts and emotions. There are many a times I don't even know if I'm right feeling what I'm feeling. I can be feeling mixed up all at the same time.

Some people easily reveal their feelings, but not all. And when it comes to times when I have no idea what my friends are thinking, or they have no plans of letting you know, I try to keep my distance. I guess when you are ready to share, you will. I'll always be there, to share the joy or the sorrow. And I know (REALLY, I do!) that when I need someone to be there, these friends will be around for me.

Right, girls? (and guys?)

(This was a encouragement Serangoon South Chapter Chief shared with us in our of our rehearsals before the actual CFG. I was writing it down til I couldn't catch it and went to copy it from him.)

A Smile.

It costs nothing but creates much.

It enriches those who receive,

without impoverishing those who give.

It happens in a flash and the memory of it sometimes, last forever.

None is so rich & mighty that he can get along without it,

and none is so poor that he can be made rich by it.

It creates happiness in homes,

fosters good will in business,

and is the countersign of friendship.

It brings rest to the weary,

cheer to the discouraged,

sunshine to the sad,

and is nature's best antidote for trouble.

Yet, it can't be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen.

For it's something that is of no value until it's given away.

Give one of yours,

for none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.

:) [profile: kyotaro's tiger-toothy smile]

To: the CENSOR within me.

I know what I'll be typing next is hell of a contradiction, but that's life.

Censorship: "the control of speech and other forms of human expression."
It means I feel wind up by restrictions. And when I feel that way, I can't write things I don't want people to know.

To the censor within me, go away. Stop telling me what to write and what not. Everytime I type something, I feel threatened by you.

"No, don't write that. What if he/she reads it and gets offended?" or

"You are typing rubbish. Who would wanna know all these? Not me."

or even, "Are you stupid? The language sucks. The spelling or word is written wrongly. Your life sucks."

And then, I'm tempted to go find a dictionary or something. >.<

My other blog is still functioning though. I can't bear to give it up. It have become like a diary...with everything I did with my girlfriends, my boyfriends, school, gakkai, family, my idols and myself... I guess I want to jot down things I want to remb my life by. Happy, Sad, Ugly or Beautiful.

If I ever were to mention nasty lots of complaints, don't be offended, please. I just want to be myself. I even thought if I should leave a tagboard there. Would whatever people commented, affect my writing? I hope not. So...I shall leave it as it is.

PEACE OUT.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE!!

This darling girlfriend has been a source of motivation to many, including me. haha, she's such a mummy and a baby of the Gakkai family. Caring, smart, funny, a great listener and super pretty. (i happen to know a darn long line of admirers queueing outside her house daily, jus waiting to see her. haha.)

Thanks babe, I'm really grateful to know you. All of us are. If not for FLINT, we would still be the ignorant teenagers, lazing around, without a firm goal in life. Thanks for all the memories and dialogues. REALLY LOVE YOU! haha...must take good care of your health k? And be careful, esp during dance!!

letter #1

I have NO idea what I am gonna type to this letter #1, but i guess you've got to start somewhere.

If not now, then when?

I have been wanting to keep a letterbox for myself...letters from me.

Thoughts and ideas i have been creating in the back of my head, dreams and passions I had secretly (or not so secretly) wanted to pursue, people whom i love and dislike (i'm human too).. I guess I knew how much every single incident and thought will affect and change me. That was why I wanted to keep this log. To recall how i used to feel about stuff and remind myself that sometimes, it's all right to feel 5 years old again and you need not care how others view you, as long as you are happy.

And sometimes when I did not feel like writing to myself, maybe I will just write. For the sake of it. I've been wanting to write since...secondary school.

I remember how I used to spend 4, 5 hours daily typing Hana Yori Dango fanfics with Jeslene and we would exchange our ideas, how we wanna create climax that will part Domyouji and Tsukushi until it was time to bring the leads back together. Then, we'd explore more variety of themes and characters to work with. How old were we? 14? 15?

And during our graduating year, I remember how Faiz and I used to enjoy reading others' essays and books, we were create our story site. But it died down later on, due to our vacation commitments. I remember how Siti and I used to go through her songs and poems during the bus journeys after school. Most of the girlfriends and I, we had enjoyed writing, in all forms: Diaries, Anecdotes, Stories, Poems and Songs.

Maybe one day, i will put some of these one-shots up for 'showcase' haha.

On somedays, I will dish up letters I used to write to myself when I was young. And on some, maybe I will get a little emotional to write of people I'd loved. There will be times I have nothing much to say so I will update the pictures taken recently. Of course, this is still a blog, just like my Xanga and I will still update my daily/weekly happenings.

This entry is dedicated to my dearest mortal, Louisa and beloved tigress, Faiz.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Prologue.

"A letter is a source of communication."

I guess, that is also the core importance of this blog. Trying my best to vocalize how I feel about my life and everything around, to communicate, with you, perhaps news of myself, perhaps to reinforce certain relationships and probably reflect and realise who I was, who I am now, and who I wanna be.

Thanks for being there. Whoever you are.

Was just reading "Leaving a trace" and I guessed that's what we all wanted to do, leave memories behind in proper content. And as the author quotes one of her favorite author, I shall quote her quote too.

"What sort of diary should mine be? Something that would embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind... ...I would like to come back, after one year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself...into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life."

Yes, perhaps. But I guess everyone would agree, at some point in life, we will find our journals (or blogs, for that matter) be a boring, empty and unreflective abstract entry.

How can we get ourselves attracted to our own lives and write stuff about our life, so that one day, people would read it and think, "Wow. How beautiful this life's been spent."?

I guess no matter how imcomplete or well-kept this is, journals fulfil our need or desire to leave a trace behind..

This is mine...

p/s: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME."

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LOVEE.