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is currently an undergraduate student, and coping with her overwhelming commitments. I like long walks in solitude, cosy chats, usually sleep like a log, and beg your patience in tolerating my versatile humour

The ships in stormy waters rely on the lighthouse to shine its light and lead them to safer harbours. Likewise, teachers are a guiding force to all their students. Teachers are shepherds; they gently guide the lost and astray onto the paths of righteousness, by correcting their mistakes. Teachers are talent-spotters; they see the potential in even the most reserved of students and through their encouragement, transform many to shine like diamonds illuminated in the light. Teachers are sturdy pillars of strength; they can always be depended upon in moments of adversity, be it for a listening ear or for words of advice. Teachers are our perennial cheerleaders; they constantly spur their students on to greater heights by instilling hope. Through their guidance, counseling and the knowledge they’ve imparted, teachers have undeniably effected ripples of change in many a students’ life. For all their altruistic dedication and their unwavering passion for the vocation of teaching, we are sincerely grateful. We thank you for being our guiding light to safety.
Continue, dearest teachers, to teach us
-Teachers' Day celebrations, CJC

Finally, I can stop to take a breather; after all the bombardment of events, numerous common tests. And yet it was work that made me "so wonderfully tired" to quote Petra from EOTP. Sometimes I feel that I focus too much on the thorns on the path i journey through, grumbling about all the sleep deprivation and mood swings-that I forget to appreciate the beauty of the roses that are surrounded by thorns. I guess I finally managed to take time to stop and smell all the roses. Its been a pretty hectic term, but now as the the week comes to an end, I did take a step back and look at the bigger picture. And I realised that all those times when I was BMWing (bitch moan whine) about time management issues, it was actually God's way of seeing how I could cope with it. And well, although I did experience a burn out now and then, I was really touched by all the love and concern of all those around me. I must say, it was quite myopic of me to be so absorbed with my own self-pity that I failed to notice that I wasn't the only one. There were many others who were experiencing their own burnouts as well. Yet after going through all the emotional rollercoasters and whatnots, here we are. This could not have been possible without all my friends around me who tried to make me feel better even I was feeling down. To my classmates and IJ/CJ friends and teachers, thanks for being there for me. Mrs Hoe's sharing during SD really lifted my spirits, and gave me the drive to go on. To Seren, thanks for tolerating all my major mood swings when I get so cranky its impossible to talk to. I'm guessing its the snowball effect of lack of sleep that really upsets my system; its ironic when my whole class is all hot and bothered about certain issues and I'm unperturbed, but then just listening to all those sentimental oldies trigger a waterfall of tears for reasons unknown. To Kathleen and XR, thanks very much for your overwhelming concern and words of encouragement-it is much appreciated. And of course, to my other friends not mentioned here, thanks for being an emotional pillar of strength that I can turn to.

Oh of course, cheers to CA wingers and SC for today's success. I know the sleepless nights you guys've been through rushing to complete and tie up the loose ends, but its heartening to know our efforts bore fruit. Kudos.

IJ got nicer. I went back today with some of the 4/3ers and we managed to catch the finale of the concert. They have air-conditioning in the hall now! How unfair. But nonetheless, the decorations were awesome and the performance by teachers really hilarious. It was good to see all the old girls gather around and catch up with each other. We hurriedly did a card for Mr Teh and Mrs Low, both of whom are pretty much the same old dedicated commited and inspiring teachers that i know. Didn't get to see the other teachers though, I intend to revisit sometime againt next week. We had lunch together as class, well most of the class, at Subways. Need I say how cosy it was being in the company of my beloved 4/3, though we do still have that lack of sense of urgency( we took rather long just to meet up). Lol. But I guess that's one of our rather distinguishing traits(: It's been such a long time since I've actually enjoyed myself and laughed until my tummy hurt, although I know for a fact that Ah Seng was laughing at me, and not with me. Oh well. She does get pretty high on nothing. And I thought I was bad enough. Lol.

Well, after this eventful day and term, even in the midst of this winds of change and our struggle to adapt to the constant bombardments(gosh my vocab is limited), its comforting to know that some things haven't changed.

To all teachers, I wish u a Happy Teachers' Day.
To all students, a restful week ahead.

'Cause there's a thousand lights that'll make you feel brand new,
But if you ever lose your way, I'll leave one on for you.

Choices.

Its not just about us, but the people around us. Essentially, the decisions we make determines our destiny, and the character we get moulded into.
Every step we make along the journey of life, there will be crossroads and pivotal junctions. The choices we make out of free will brings us to a whole new road.
Sometimes there might be pits along the way, sometimes the path may be rough, at times, well, there might not even BE a path.
But of course, let's just be reminded that God will be there for us every step we take, that everything happens for a reason though we may not think so.
So go ahead, make those life-changing choices you have to. Because, honestly, we learn better from experiences than from advice. And more importantly, the mistakes we might make now, well we can always learn from them. After all, isn't making mistakes part of youth?
jC1 retreat was awesome. Really. It was quite boring at first, but it did pick up towards the end. I enjoyed the movie clips from "The Pursuit of Happyness"-brought out a lot of reflective thinking. What if happiness was not truly attainable? Perhaps its just what it is-a pursuit. Maybe happiness is not from external factors, but something that is derived within us. Happiness comes from within, not because we get the best out of everything, but because can make the best out of everything we've got.
Of course, undeniably, CA wing really became tigher at the retreat. But then again, we already are, right? And of couse, I had to endure all of Marie's violent tendecies now and again. But thats okay(:
My facil was nice, he really tried to rarrrarr the group, but I guess we're not really the enthu type. Hope I can come back and help out at retreat when I graduate. HAHA. Did I just say that? Goodness, don't even know how I'm gonna get past promos this year, let alone GRADUATING.
Omg, better start mugging soon.

Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Jesus, I will never let you go
You’ve taken me from the miry clay
You've set my feet upon the Rock, and now i know

I love you, I need you,
Though my world may fall, I’ll never let you go
My Saviour, my closest friend,
I will worship you until the very end

Another long overdue update. But then again, it's been a pretty eventful week. Thankfully, with God's grace, all's well that ends well. Though now I have to nurse a sore throat and runny nose as a souvenir.
Assumption Mass went thankfully, without a hitch, though as I suspected, we ran out of chairs. Nonetheless this could not have been possible without the help of everyone who helped out, be in choir and offertory or reading. THANK YOU BERY MUCH for making it a success, esp the entertaining rendition of Salve Regina by choir memebers. The congegration was thoroughly amused, in a good way.
As for the common tests, well, it is human to err but divine to forgive. So teachers, if you will excuse me.
On a random note, Cambridge ppl are back! Good to see you all peeps back safe and sound, though its quite obvious from your faces that you had a blast there and would give anything to go back there. Forever. But there you go guys, all good things must come to an end(:

Sadly, the pleasantly fulfilling week I spent with all cj family was unfortunately marred by me coming down under the weather. Guess it was retribution by my body for abusing it with sleepless nights rushing through countless proposals, innumerable tests and long school days. I spent the weekend practically lumbering around in a way that would make even the slowest of sloths jealous. Of course, that isn't to say I had the leisure of time at my side, for there was the Lay Apostolate Dinner on sat night which I attended with the rest of Mustard Seed. It was a ten-course dinner, which was quite filling altough I only managed a nibble of everything. Just to be polite, I did finish the shark's fin soup, though it's against my personal beliefs to eat such delicacies. I was particularly amused by the pork ribs with coffee sauce. If the caramelised caffeine was intended to perk one up, it certainly did though I found it a tad too sweet. Naturally, as accompaniment to the food, there was the ear-spilttingly loud emcee(or perhaps it was just a faulty sound system?? from Lectors who tried to lighten the atmosphere with many a Chinese joke or two. Can't really say I had the time of our live, what with the stuffy nose and all, but it goes to show what I've been mising all these years; the fellowship of fellow teens, the friendly banter exchanged and not fogetting the dedication of Cathechists. I say this because I happened to see Aunty Angie, this lady who taught me when I was in primary school and she was at the next table. Seeing her brought back sweet memories of the past, with my classroom at the corner of the staircase. And sometimes, I feel , that maybe,


But of course, there's plenty to live for in the present, like common tests, proposal-writing and the all-time classic mugging (note the sarcasm).
So off I go, for yet another week of bombardments.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

11:55 PM

I'm beat. Long day today, Saturdays are no longer a peaceful affair. I was hoping to catch some sleep today cos there's no tuition. Instead, I ended up waking at 7(?!), with a nice sapphire-y light streaming in through the windows. Yes, I spent my morning waiting, waiting waiting at the polyclinic to get my ear treated. Naturally, they couldn't do the flushing today. And naturally, the only time they could have it done was during the busiest days ever-Wed or Fri. That too, with my mother around. Which meant she had to leave work early, just to sign on the dotted line. How absurd. But I guess its just procedures.
So after the appt, I had to go to Wheelock to get my hp replaced. And technically we were the first to arrive. But stupid me, wanted to go look at some scrapbook store. And when we came back, there was like this long queue outside Nokia. My mom was not happy. At all. But thank God, waiting time was not that long. So now I'm getting a new replacement. But sadly, all my contacts are like inside the old one. So loss of information. Which kinda sucks cos I stored more info in my phone than in my SIM card. SO GUYS I NEED YOUR CONTACTS AGAIN.
Today was MS mtg, at Sarah's place. Food was excellent, company even better. Though the turnout was small, it was nice and cozy. Hope to get to know you guys better during Dec camp(that is, if I'm going). Sigh.
Back to work for now.
ARGH only Sunday left. And I thought God said we needed to rest on the Sabbath.

Friday, August 10, 2007

9:22 PM

Jocelyn's to-do list for this weekend:
1) Get started on the Geog podcast before its too late and you regret it

2) Titanic poem analysis

3) Maths Tutorial

4) Study! geog lectures 1-6

5) Email everyone the assumption day mass slides

6) PW WR

7) Write prayer for Monday morning assembly

8) Geog tutorial

9) GP homework

10)FORGET that weekends ever exist.

Oh I thought this was quite cute. And well true in a way too, I much prefer resources to be spent this way:

Thursday, August 09, 2007

10:28 PM

How am I Singaporean? Let me count thy ways:

1) My adamant refusal to move into the middle of the MRT but instead, indifferently hog the entrance of the doors, causing much an inconvenient squeeze to the fellow commuters who try to get in.

2) Finding another use for packets of tissue paper; to chope seats at hawker seats and notfiy others that the seats have been taken.

3) My fondness for all things free, even if it is of irelevence to me, but what the heck.

4) Queues.

5) A love for all things deep-fried.

6) Following trends, no matter how absurd/ridiculous/pointless they are (Bubble tea, kick-scooters, pushpops, heelys, croc shoes)

7) Complaining is my forte.

8) Being too engrossed with my mobile phone in public places

Happy birthday, Singapore. Even with your queer eccentricities we still love you. For that's what makes us Uniquely Singaporean.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

12:27 PM

You Are Scissors

Sharp and brilliant, you can solve almost any problem with that big brain of yours.People fear your cutting comments - and your wit is famous for being both funny and cruel.Deep down, you tend to be in the middle of an emotional storm. Your own complexity disturbs you.You are too smart for your own good. Slow down a little - or you're likely to hurt yourself. You can cut a paper person down to pieces. The only person who can ruin you is a rock person. When you fight: You find your enemy's weak point and exploit it. If someone makes you mad: You'll do everything you can to destroy their life

Are'>http://www.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/">Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?

12:00 PM

The Hospital Window


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present.

12:00 AM

Time for yet another long overdue update. Past few weeks have been hell, to put it simply. What with the mounting workload that never diminishes, and the ever-so-recurrent demands of being in council, I'm starting to feel the pressure. Not to mention the numerous tests coming up. Besides, even after all the weeks, I'm ashamed to call myself a hardcore Harry Potter fan. For I am still in the midst of reading it. Yes, I stand ashamed. Throw stones at me, all ye true fans of Rowling, inflict curses on me, for I have yet to complete the book.
-snaps out of overly-dramatic mood.

I am SUCH a hyprocrite. While I was at mass today, I told myseld to aim for a productive weekend,which sadly does not exist in my dictionary. And considering the fact that we are right smack in week 6, it is extremely worrying. For me. For I lack discipline. So then, I mentally tried to instil some form of self-control of NOT letting this weekend go to waste.
Which so explains why I spent 4 solids hours of Saturday night until midnight, reading the Deathly Hallows.
Honestly, Jocelyn, you need to reexamine your priorities. Before your impulsive speed-reading(exciting as the book may be, this is NO excuse) spirals out of control and makes you retain.

Sleep allures. My eyes are starting to look like Voldemort(oops, I mean you-know-who). They seem almond-shaped and slit-like these past weeks from yeah, deprivaton of repose. I perfectly understand how Sleeping Beauty managed to clock a hundred years of it; in fact, I'm surprised she didn't sleep longer. See? The benefits of sleep. Turns you into a ravishing beauty worthy of a kiss from your Prince, anytime. Okay, the sleep(0r rather the lack of it) is starting to mess with my brain.

Friday was fun, though the turnout was small. A little disappointed with the slow service from Pizza Hut's though, we had to wait over an hour just for our food-which really annoyed me then. Nonetheless, the excellent company made up for it. Its heartening to know that our council experience back in IJ has truly worked its magic on us, with our everlasting friendship bearing testimony. Here's wishing Ali a truly memorable happy seventeenth in advance:)

Thursday, August 02, 2007

9:25 AM

The Drum-John Scott of Amwell

I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields,
And lures from cities and from fields,
To sell their liberty for charms
Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms;
And when Ambition's voice commands,
To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands

I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To me it talks of ravaged plains
And burning towns, and ruined swains,
And mangled limbs, and dying groans,
And widow's tears, and orphan's moans;
And all that Misery's hand bestows,
To fill the catalogue of human woes.

Aiming
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Cereal Tossers
Deborah Faith
Hao Wen
Jacq
Joel
Marie
Ngee Derk
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