Thursday, July 23, 2009
Renyi's Top Ten Things to do to be happy
10. Make fun of anyone, even yourself
9. Picture a starving, homeless, terminal person in a third world country without proper sanitation
8. Count the things that happened in the day that count as "Triumphs"
7. Listen/play music
6. Laugh out loud, or lol, whatever works for you
5. Look at some photos of friends, school, etc, or Talk to friends, msn or phone
4. Get some homework done; the satisfaction of a job accomplished is a rare exquisite ecstacy
3. Watch Russel Peters on YouTube
2. Think : You get another 24 hrs tomorow
1. One Word : Chocolate





for the record, just to stop people asking
gp E
chem C
econs U
math B
phy U

know what, reorganising, filing, tidying up stuff and compling the things "to do"
make the job almost half done
and gotta love those clear pocket files
A lvl targets staring straight in the face at you, it injects guilt everytime you look up from the computer
"well well well, facebook again??"
i mean, hypothetically
havent touched facebook awhile...

Curia Anniversary was definitely a Milestone in that im proud to say i witnessed in this lifetime
althought i'll definitely be taking a break for a much-needed physics catching-up
and i'll probably be forfeiting my time in youth meetings on sundays
still, curia last sunday was really refreshing, in a sense
its like a refresher, those that people use for neopets
hopefully, with abit, or alot, of luck my schedule to study would be fairly uninterrupted like sec 4

for some reason, last wed was really shack
but seeing rachel cheryl between lessons seemed like a instant coffeebreak, although i dont take coffee
and bright it became when i met julian and veron at bugis that other sat
and i feel like its public responsibility to say this
guys, the library is a life-draining mechanism, use at your own risk
recommended safety measure: bring a jacket

Kicking Procrastination 101:
picture the benefits of getting things done
not trying means a bigger failure
Don't WAIT
just do it, even if you dont feel like it
it's more fun when you dont have things weighing you down
interesting tips from Cool Careers for Idiots

finally, jiayoujiayoujiayoujiayou to everyone, be it promos and A's
as for me, ive gotta get econs done

CO farewell this sat
and river flows in you is flowing
and as the dectectors are not always 100% accurate
signs are enigmatic
esp when it has to be that out of all the ppl i say to
you've gotta be the one who is diao about it

current mood: quizzical
current song: At The Beginning
--Iyner, misfit-me at 8:57 PM
Thursday, July 9, 2009
long overdue night cycling entry =)
was waiting for photos, finally got 2!

cut short of the CO interviews for night cycling (darn missed haoqi's)
was running real late, took 135 and super scared I’ll be late and cant join night cycling!!
Haha, but when reached there we took quite awhile to set off!
ryan was my facilitator! Haha, and I was the only J2 in my group XD
Can I say something?
Group 4 was super HIGH =)
i think I didn’t rest at all, talking all the time XD went quite crazy with tai soon even before setting off
inventory - poncho,lightstick and SHIRT =)
haha, changed with tai soon and sheng rong near the shore XD
funny thing is all the guys changed faster than the girls XD
then was intro, and icebreakers -Five earphones, Samsung phone, CLEP, jay chou fan, three 9’s in handphone number
Hairy hands and legs - ryan! I still remember your record in sec 4 XD
Ok, so…collected helmets, adjusting and fitting them, ming ting’s helmet was the funniest X testing our bells and brakes, getting water, lo and behold, there was a unicycle in the shop!
Still talking ALOT, set off!
Haha, the “warm-up” of warm-up as said by ryan XD
And yes yes, I can still cycle without holding the handlebars =)
At first stop talked a lot more
Hi Hello , im like an expert on helmet adjustment XD
Then set off to wider and larger roads with huge drains that looked like rivers
Under all the moonlight and nightlights…=)
Still talking singing joking laughing a lot on the way XD
Reached Changi Village -食字路口
Had a lamppost which was ants territory XD
From john chicken, to goreng pisang, haha plus satay and seafood beehoon
Lol, who would’ve thought teh C would taste so nice?
And welcome my jumbo sized sugarcane cup =)
Played couple mind games XD plus barrages of jokes!
Jolene was drifting to slumberland…zzz
Set off again! More ulu palces this time, saw SIA things
More talking singing laughing joking
Onto the main road - Super cool winds, relaying msges about the cars and going faster!
Highlights: S-L-O-P-E-S
Super fun, super cool!
Saw Tampines SAFRA, and jolene’s house XD downtown east
Singing nursery rhymes XD
Stopping at bus stops
Reached bedok resevior
The scenery was just super cool with the huge body of water
Hello to vending machine with metal bars XD
Shouting game! We WON =) haha, sheng rong!
Balloon and flag game XD stole a flag XDXD
Beyond hilarious watching ppl own kill XD
Expected the girls to be screaming the whole time but they weren’t XD
Rachel ran off in goodness-knows-where XD
And hello, we won again XD got a bag of chips!
Took couple pictures near the water’s edge
Listened to chun leong’s story XD
Talked joked laughed
Shook ppl to stay awake XD why not throw them into the water you ask? XD
The…the rain…
Took shelter
Helmets and bags in the centre!
Out with the ponchos!
Well wouldcha look at that? It’s pouring! Umbrella please!
Haha, everyone hibernated into their “cocoons”
Uncomfortable, soaking, but slept
Candid shots everywhere! And a frog surprised miss adele lim XD
After the rain, mr lorry took back our bikes
Lastly we had champagne! Haha
And group hug and cheer =)
It was so amazing, we were tog like, 12 hrs? Group 4 was so united! Happy =)
Back to ECP via mr bus
Haha, more candids by ODAC
Was singing all the way back to ECP
Then to Swensons for breakfast
Haha, then taisoon wanted bowling but it was closed
So…went home
Short as the night was, we talked A LOT *emphasis*
Certain magic I guess, we gotten quite close =)
haha, and ryan just said just now at j8 we were really bonded =)
Haha, til next time!



--Iyner, misfit-me at 11:59 PM
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
silly little things
have we all forgotten what it means to be
just because things don't work out we run, hide and flee
where are the times we stood and stayed strong
was it real or was it all just a dream
back then when we began
there were no doubts or fears, just trusting
but now we've come thus far
yet lousing hope and faith

i can't help reminiscing the days we stood with faith
i can't help but wonder what i can do to make things come back to those days
i know the thing that comes between us, that breaks us apart

it's those silly little things, silly little things
it's those insignificant, unbelievably silly little things
it's those silly little things, silly little things
it's those unavoidable, indeniably silly little things
--Iyner, misfit-me at 6:45 PM
Friday, July 3, 2009

Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.

But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. For every sin we make, is a sacrifice of his blood. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

--Iyner, misfit-me at 9:54 PM