We Are Those People

2006-03-25T08:01:00.000-08:00

I have abhorred the wars and despised the liars, laughed at the frightened
And forecast victory; never one moment's doubt.
But now not far, over the backs of some crawling years, the next
Great war's column of dust and fire writhes
Up the sides of the sky: it becomes clear that we too may suffer
What others have, the brutal horror of defeat—
Or if not in the next, then in the next—therefore watch Germany
And read the future. We wish, of course, that our women
Would die like biting rats in the cellars, our men like wolves on the mountain:
It will not be so. Our men will curse, cringe, obey;
Our women uncover themselves to the grinning victors for bits of chocolate.

Robinson Jeffers

My blog

2006-03-21T06:03:00.000-08:00

I apologise to all who want to read my posts. I finally managed to fix my blog, but now i've added a post which i don't really want people to be reading, plus all you people keep spamming my tagboard. Ask me if you really want to see it, and if try to stalk me, i'll move to lj. Thank you Ms Then, for giving me the idea.

Crap

2006-03-11T04:48:00.000-08:00

I screwed up my previous blog, trying to figure out what to do. Hold on for the moment.

Written Assignment: Autobiography

2006-03-11T04:46:00.000-08:00

I was born in Singapore in 1991. I used to live in Aljunied, in a small HDB flat. My cousin Terry used to come and visit me very regularly, as we only lived two blocks away from each other. Until today, Terry is the cousin whose company I enjoy the most.

When it was time for me to start school, we moved to Pasir Ris as it would be closer to my Kindergarten, Holy Trinity (which turned out to be an unlicensed school). I got the scar on my knee at Holy Trinity. As I was kneeling down to pray, a lady walked past me and scratched my knee with her shoe. I was send to the principal's office where the teachers took care of my wound. They were very stressed as there was a lot of blood, while I was enjoying the attention I was being given. They eventually decided to wash the cut and put a plaster on it.

After 3 years in Kindergarten, I was sent to primary school. My parents gave me two choices, Maris Stella Primary or St Steven's Primary. I chose Maris Stella over St Steven as it had a pond and a beautiful red bridge. Some of my friends from Holy Trinity followed me to primary school, so my three years in primary school were not such a torture.

At the end of primary three, my family moved to an apartment closer to Maris Stella to cut down travelling time. This was not a good time to move as I took the test to get into the Gifted Education Program and surprisingly managed to pass the test. My parents forced me to enter the program, and go to a new school, Catholic High. I left my school and my friends, and constantly wished I could go back to Maris Stella again.

Although it took me awhile to get used to a new environment, I did not regret being able to go to Catholic High. I learnt a lot of things from the teachers at Catholic High, and I am very thankful for what they have taught me. I also discovered many new activities, like soccer, and firing paper pellets using rubber bands. One of the most memorable events however, was when I was changing and I absent-mindedly took of both my shirt and pants, and the science teacher walked into class. I am not as careless as I was then.

My PSLE results were good enough for me to enter Raffles Institution, and I am very proud of that. Right now, I am studying in this prestigious school, and I am owe it all to my friends, teachers and family. If I were given another chance to live, I would not change how I have lived my life so far.

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We Are Those People

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Written Assignment: Autobiography