Hello all who may happen to poke around this dusty corner of the internet- which is no one. (Kind of makes me wonder why I'm bothering, but I just wanted to close this properly.)
Well, our journey together in the same school has come to an end. Over the last six years we have all laughed, cried, suffered, mugged and eaten together. We have spent many late nights cramming and rushing homework, and finally we enjoy the fruits of our labour.
Let's not lie to ourselves- there are none of us who held on together to the old class spirit after all this time. In a way, we never got along well together as a class, and so when reshuffling came around, we just assimilated into our new classes and forgot about the old M05103. We can look back at the past now and wonder why, how such wonderful people never got along well together: was it our personalities clashed? Were we just too childish? Did we just not bother? But really, there is no point; the past is the past.
But even so, I am proud to have spent two years with you guys, even if these two years are far off in the distance and shrouded in the mists of time. From our class comes Donovan, valedictorian for our class of 2010. And we have Shi Yang, a top academic student. We have Kylie, whose works have already been published. We have Sidwyn, who's fresh out of high school and already developing iPhone applications. And I'm sure everyone else who was in this class has their own strengths and achievements to be proud of.
For me, this class was the beginning. It was where I made my first friends, friends that last till today. There are quite a few of us who have forged rather strong bonds, such as Yong Xue, Shiuh Sheng and I; Kylie, Cancy and Rashidah; Kai Hui and Joshua Ong. And I'll always be glad that we were all part of the same class once, that we all started on this journey together.
But let us not forget our old classmate who did not make it to the end with us. Rest in peace, Joshua Yeh.
And so now that we've graduated, it's time for us all to part ways. Some of you will be flying off very soon, and you will be missed.
Wherever life takes you, I wish you well.
- Jun Yup
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Rest in peace, brother.
Even if no one will read this, even if no one ever notices it, it is my sad and obligatory duty to post this.
Good bye, Joshua Yeh, old member of M05103. Over the years you have become almost a stranger to me as time brought us apart, but you continued to make an impact on the lives around you. The struggles were many but you fought on, and today you have gone home into the service of the Lord.
Good night and farewell, brother. Until we meet again.
For those looking to bid him farewell, you may do so from 16th to 19th March 2010 at:
4th Floor Ruby Room
Singapore Casket Company (Pte) Ltd
131 Lavender Street Singapore 338737
Tel: (65) 6293 4388
17 March ; service at 8pm
18 March ; service at 8pm
Funeral on 19 March ; service at 9.30am
For more information, refer to http://mustardseed-prayers.blogspot.com/
- Jun Yup
Good bye, Joshua Yeh, old member of M05103. Over the years you have become almost a stranger to me as time brought us apart, but you continued to make an impact on the lives around you. The struggles were many but you fought on, and today you have gone home into the service of the Lord.
Good night and farewell, brother. Until we meet again.
For those looking to bid him farewell, you may do so from 16th to 19th March 2010 at:
4th Floor Ruby Room
Singapore Casket Company (Pte) Ltd
131 Lavender Street Singapore 338737
Tel: (65) 6293 4388
17 March ; service at 8pm
18 March ; service at 8pm
Funeral on 19 March ; service at 9.30am
For more information, refer to http://mustardseed-prayers.blogspot.com/
- Jun Yup
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
bored
whee got tired of seeing the same post over and over again when i clicked.
so here i go
whee
errr
dunno
let's see...
ah ok.
monday was interesting
0 slack time
5 (or around there) cups of coke
1 bad gash on my leg
0 boredom time too
3 very interesting incidents
yep. and if you noticed, the first letter (number) of each line of the previous paragraph, when read vertically, makes our class name. whee
not that it's that cool of course
usually i do it with names
so the lines after each letter are about them
haha. like a secret message whee.
it's nicer that way, cause it has meaning then
good thing i can try again though, cause... say
hi!! to another one. this one says nushigh! =)
XD i'm bored yeah. let's see...
hmm. kinda sad how this blog is largely abandoned now. and how our old mentor group hasn't met for so long, as a class. mm... anyone free during june hols? wish we could organise like an outing.... last week of the hols maybe?
hmm
whee that's all. just hit me how much i miss posting homework here XD
ahh homework!!! sigh.... lit cr and project....
whee bye =)
so here i go
whee
errr
dunno
let's see...
ah ok.
monday was interesting
0 slack time
5 (or around there) cups of coke
1 bad gash on my leg
0 boredom time too
3 very interesting incidents
yep. and if you noticed, the first letter (number) of each line of the previous paragraph, when read vertically, makes our class name. whee
not that it's that cool of course
usually i do it with names
so the lines after each letter are about them
haha. like a secret message whee.
it's nicer that way, cause it has meaning then
good thing i can try again though, cause... say
hi!! to another one. this one says nushigh! =)
XD i'm bored yeah. let's see...
hmm. kinda sad how this blog is largely abandoned now. and how our old mentor group hasn't met for so long, as a class. mm... anyone free during june hols? wish we could organise like an outing.... last week of the hols maybe?
hmm
whee that's all. just hit me how much i miss posting homework here XD
ahh homework!!! sigh.... lit cr and project....
whee bye =)
Saturday, March 10, 2007
heyy i guess i should post something. but i guess it's weird, i don't know what to post about.
okok here's something.
you guys know i read a lot of fanfiction yeah? no? okay, now you do. yay.
so ... hmm yeah that's how i realized that emo-ness, and i refer to the clothing and appearance, is so, very nice.
and that's simplified already.
okay another thing about fanfiction.
here's the thing that stumps me. some of them, and i mean the good ones, totally surpass the original. i.e. harry potter.
yeah. i can't believe i've fangirled an authors fics. haha but i guess i was dragged into it by my friend.
wish more people would read fanfiction.
it's good for the soul, yepp it is.
okok here's something.
you guys know i read a lot of fanfiction yeah? no? okay, now you do. yay.
so ... hmm yeah that's how i realized that emo-ness, and i refer to the clothing and appearance, is so, very nice.
and that's simplified already.
okay another thing about fanfiction.
here's the thing that stumps me. some of them, and i mean the good ones, totally surpass the original. i.e. harry potter.
yeah. i can't believe i've fangirled an authors fics. haha but i guess i was dragged into it by my friend.
wish more people would read fanfiction.
it's good for the soul, yepp it is.
Monday, January 08, 2007
a poem
Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
this is a really long poem yes, but it's really nice yeah? haha. just to change the post that i see everytime i click on the posts section. =)
have a good term! lol.
William Blake
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
this is a really long poem yes, but it's really nice yeah? haha. just to change the post that i see everytime i click on the posts section. =)
have a good term! lol.
Monday, October 16, 2006
post lalaa
this is a post just for fun cause i'm bored of the 24 hours thing, not that it's not good, just that i'm bored. haha
not making sense here.
what would happen if one day you found out that everyone you've ever known and everything you've ever done never existed? not gone, not dead, but really never happened? and all of it was just in your mind. freaky right?
oh i just watched a beautiful mind haha. that's why.
bye!
not making sense here.
what would happen if one day you found out that everyone you've ever known and everything you've ever done never existed? not gone, not dead, but really never happened? and all of it was just in your mind. freaky right?
oh i just watched a beautiful mind haha. that's why.
bye!
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