Sunday 20 December 2009

omg like what the fuck ?
D:
argh
forget you.
i think its my turn to let go.

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 02:53

SEOW SHUXIN YOU ARE AN ASS
i know you will see this
hahah you deserve it

careful later i ask people to do voodoo on you
muahahahah :DD

anyways
went out with edward chi after dunno how many monkey years
yaye :D
met him at plaza sing
thn decided to go suntec th book fair
shuxin [th dumb woman] and her boyf were thr too
but didnt see her
tan kaiyuan was thr to but didnt see him
after edward found his books
he decided to watch a movie
and he was an ass about it too
he know i no moneh but he die die want to watch
and make me watch avatar with him
but quite nice laa
now i owe him 3 movie tickets -.-
idiot.
its his birthday today :DD
happy birthday you cross-bred between a red-butt baboon and pig wife !
i hope he sees this
cause he was making me feel so guilty about not being able to spend th day with him
[sorry laaa]
ass.

went to zainal's wedding
hahah
he was th blushing groom
so cute
anyway didnt spend much time thr
just ate
gave him his present
and left
hahah

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 02:28

Thursday 17 December 2009

imma gonna chop off the rest off my hair into like tht :DD



yeah it'll be short like hell
hahah
[she's aria from th paradiso girls btw]
i can think of a few people who'll be shocked
like maybe smelly boy, and shuxin. and well everyone
hahah
and im doing it TODAY
yaye !
but you guys won't see this till later anyway
hahah
so nobody can stop me :D
byeeeee

ohohoh
P.S.
SEOW SHU XIN
imma like so gonna kill you(:
even though i love you
you deserve to die
and hmm.. oh wht happen at dance ? :O
i think we need to meet up
so that we can catch up
and i can kill you
argh.

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 09:51

Wednesday 16 December 2009

let's see...

oh! i jumped off the eiffel tower
hahah
its the bits and pieces of the random phrases that are running through my head now

daddy left for milo in KL yesterday morning
i said bye and gave him my Sticky sweets :P
not milo drink dumb
milo bowling competition
only crazy whackos will go all the way to KL just to drink milo
crazy whackos like...
hmm...
robin and shuxin :DD
yeah im a genius :D

dien's over thr as well ):
the sad face isn't cause i miss him
its thr cos he owes me ice cream and new moon movie
yes robin, go tell him tht :DD
either ways goodluck to him
hahah
dad text just now saying dien got into MQ or whtevr
means he got into th next round
which isnt surprising
i'd be surprise if he didnt
he'll make it all the way to th semi-finals
thn he'll be up against th koreans
so it rly depands
cos apparently th koreans kick butt
hahah

meeting robin for dinner later
or is it supper ?
dont knw...
hah

and i got a job interview before meeting him
quick pray hard i get it :P

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 07:14

Sunday 13 December 2009

lalala
sammy's in hong kong now ):
i shall go over and steal her fridge :D
hahah
aww
robin's a dummy :DD
*pokes him*
ehh go arrange some sort of gathering lehhs
i miss my wife
and des
and somehow edwin
hah !
no i dont miss you
to bad
:D
i wanna watch new moon ):
*BIG BIG HINT*



...
idiot. i know wht you're [robin teo] thinking
dumbass
hahah



SPACE COWBOY :D
c'est une belle chanson
down down down everybody falling down~



PARADISO GIRLS ~
robin ! arent they hot ?
betcha they're hotter thn your SNSD :D

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 19:20

Saturday 12 December 2009

I've been busy busy busy for this whole week
with interviews and what-nots
met up with grace after don't know how many donkey years
hahah
she's like so matured now
her thinking i mean
aww , no fun
now she keeps spoiling my fun
and i think she enjoys it too
hahah
she says im very rebellious toooo
fyi im not
i just refuse to listen :D
now she's going to my tag board and ask me what's the difference :D
hahah i think somethings can never change

i suppose in some ways
i am matured , way over my years.
i think two steps faster thn my peers
and for that i have an edge over them.
at the same time
im still a kid
not matter how much i look and sound like im older thn 16
the fact still remains i am 16
i still retain a little bit of that 16-year-old mentality
and at 16
i feel like i've alrdy done it all and i knw it all
even though rationality tells me otherwise
you can understand, you were thr
at 16
thr's no 'tomorrow'
only now and yesterday
the furthest 'future planning' we've made
is probably 1-2 months ahead
maybe a year, the longest
i.e. planning wht we'll do during th dec hols in jan
and im not including those geniuses
im thankful for you to continually push me further thn th boundaries i've and society have set for me at 16
even though i dont sound grateful at all
but still
i have ample time to learn and make my mistakes
and one day i'll see from your point of view
but for now, with my 16-year-old brains
i can't [maybe i wont, but let's just leave it at tht please ? :P]
soooo
yeah. that's what i wanted to say
and oh P.S. TOLD YOU YOU WERE OLD :D

haven't seen baby in 12345678987654321 years
:P
okay , I'm exaggerating
bet he doesn't care ):

meeting grace tmrw again
at some kallang place
sunday got meetings again
not sure if i'll be in time for choir
i don't think so though
-.-
:P

i think missing masses is finally starting to affect me -.-
ugh. not again

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 01:24

Friday 11 December 2009

y'know
being with him is like falling in love again and again
everday
hahah
you cant get tired with that
and he's not like tht other guys
where they pretend to be something they're not
and make you believe that they are worth it
and once you're theirs
they forget everything
its like they raise your hopes high up
and then knock you down
and you fall on glass shards
so maybe that's why i can still smile and laugh for no reason

Je suis sérieux quand je dis je t'aime
et je pense que vous le savez aussi

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 02:02

Thursday 10 December 2009

one of the most hilarious and cutest Capella group i've ever seen :DD



they are like AWESOME
hahah

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 17:44

Tuesday 8 December 2009

i miss a certain smelly boy
but i bet he doesnt care
hahah
aww.

ineedajob
ineedajob
ineedajob

i need a job
urgh

i need dollars and cents too
quick, pray hard tht i can get that job

D:

on the other hand
im like so friggin' in love with mark's and chelsie's choreo
from the So You Think You Can Dance show
its like zomg awesomeee !
:P
seeseesee !



i told you sooooooooooooo !
hahah

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 02:21

Monday 7 December 2009

i suddenly feel that singapore is tiny and miniscule
so much so that
i wished i signed up for the cambodia trip
awahhh ):
i want to get out of here ):

wanderlust

im like suddenly struck with a serious case of annoyance and depression
help
hah

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 01:20

Wednesday 2 December 2009

a little story of why christmas is so much fun
it shows the true meaning and spirit of christmas
i think many of us have heard it before
but have long forgotten because of life's commitments
also, its a really cheery and lovely way to start of the christmas season
as we run around doing our christmas shopping
and demanding not to be forgotten in our friends' christmas shopping lists
perhaps we should also remember why we are celebrating the day
the following story is written by Aaron Shepard
it is based on a true story and the time period is set in the WWI era
enjoy(:
i have included the history of the story at the end incase you're curious(:

The Christmas Truce

Christmas Day, 1914

My dear sister Janet,

It is 2:00 in the morning and most of our men are asleep in their dugouts—yet I could not sleep myself before writing to you of the wonderful events of Christmas Eve. In truth, what happened seems almost like a fairy tale, and if I hadn’t been through it myself, I would scarce believe it. Just imagine: While you and the family sang carols before the fire there in London, I did the same with enemy soldiers here on the battlefields of France!

As I wrote before, there has been little serious fighting of late. The first battles of the war left so many dead that both sides have held back until replacements could come from home. So we have mostly stayed in our trenches and waited.

But what a terrible waiting it has been! Knowing that any moment an artillery shell might land and explode beside us in the trench, killing or maiming several men. And in daylight not daring to lift our heads above ground, for fear of a sniper’s bullet.

And the rain—it has fallen almost daily. Of course, it collects right in our trenches, where we must bail it out with pots and pans. And with the rain has come mud—a good foot or more deep. It splatters and cakes everything, and constantly sucks at our boots. One new recruit got his feet stuck in it, and then his hands too when he tried to get out—just like in that American story of the tar baby!

Through all this, we couldn’t help feeling curious about the German soldiers across the way. After all, they faced the same dangers we did, and slogged about in the same muck. What’s more, their first trench was only 50 yards from ours. Between us lay No Man’s Land, bordered on both sides by barbed wire—yet they were close enough we sometimes heard their voices.

Of course, we hated them when they killed our friends. But other times, we joked about them and almost felt we had something in common. And now it seems they felt the same.

Just yesterday morning—Christmas Eve Day—we had our first good freeze. Cold as we were, we welcomed it, because at least the mud froze solid. Everything was tinged white with frost, while a bright sun shone over all. Perfect Christmas weather.

During the day, there was little shelling or rifle fire from either side. And as darkness fell on our Christmas Eve, the shooting stopped entirely. Our first complete silence in months! We hoped it might promise a peaceful holiday, but we didn’t count on it. We’d been told the Germans might attack and try to catch us off guard.

I went to the dugout to rest, and lying on my cot, I must have drifted asleep. All at once my friend John was shaking me awake, saying, “Come and see! See what the Germans are doing!” I grabbed my rifle, stumbled out into the trench, and stuck my head cautiously above the sandbags.

I never hope to see a stranger and more lovely sight. Clusters of tiny lights were shining all along the German line, left and right as far as the eye could see.

“What is it?” I asked in bewilderment, and John answered, “Christmas trees!”

And so it was. The Germans had placed Christmas trees in front of their trenches, lit by candle or lantern like beacons of good will.

And then we heard their voices raised in song.

Stille nacht, heilige nacht . . . .

This carol may not yet be familiar to us in Britain, but John knew it and translated: “Silent night, holy night.” I’ve never heard one lovelier—or more meaningful, in that quiet, clear night, its dark softened by a first-quarter moon.

When the song finished, the men in our trenches applauded. Yes, British soldiers applauding Germans! Then one of our own men started singing, and we all joined in.

The first Nowell, the angel did say . . . .

In truth, we sounded not nearly as good as the Germans, with their fine harmonies. But they responded with enthusiastic applause of their own and then began another.

O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum . . . .

Then we replied.

O come all ye faithful . . . .

But this time they joined in, singing the same words in Latin.

Adeste fideles . . . .

British and German harmonizing across No Man’s Land! I would have thought nothing could be more amazing—but what came next was more so.

“English, come over!” we heard one of them shout. “You no shoot, we no shoot.”

There in the trenches, we looked at each other in bewilderment. Then one of us shouted jokingly, “You come over here.”

To our astonishment, we saw two figures rise from the trench, climb over their barbed wire, and advance unprotected across No Man’s Land. One of them called, “Send officer to talk.”

I saw one of our men lift his rifle to the ready, and no doubt others did the same—but our captain called out, “Hold your fire.” Then he climbed out and went to meet the Germans halfway. We heard them talking, and a few minutes later, the captain came back with a German cigar in his mouth!

“We’ve agreed there will be no shooting before midnight tomorrow,” he announced. “But sentries are to remain on duty, and the rest of you, stay alert.”

Across the way, we could make out groups of two or three men starting out of trenches and coming toward us. Then some of us were climbing out too, and in minutes more, there we were in No Man’s Land, over a hundred soldiers and officers of each side, shaking hands with men we’d been trying to kill just hours earlier!

Before long a bonfire was built, and around it we mingled—British khaki and German grey. I must say, the Germans were the better dressed, with fresh uniforms for the holiday.

Only a couple of our men knew German, but more of the Germans knew English. I asked one of them why that was.

“Because many have worked in England!” he said. “Before all this, I was a waiter at the Hotel Cecil. Perhaps I waited on your table!”

“Perhaps you did!” I said, laughing.

He told me he had a girlfriend in London and that the war had interrupted their plans for marriage. I told him, “Don’t worry. We’ll have you beat by Easter, then you can come back and marry the girl.”

He laughed at that. Then he asked if I’d send her a postcard he’d give me later, and I promised I would.

Another German had been a porter at Victoria Station. He showed me a picture of his family back in Munich. His eldest sister was so lovely, I said I should like to meet her someday. He beamed and said he would like that very much and gave me his family’s address.

Even those who could not converse could still exchange gifts—our cigarettes for their cigars, our tea for their coffee, our corned beef for their sausage. Badges and buttons from uniforms changed owners, and one of our lads walked off with the infamous spiked helmet! I myself traded a jackknife for a leather equipment belt—a fine souvenir to show when I get home.

Newspapers too changed hands, and the Germans howled with laughter at ours. They assured us that France was finished and Russia nearly beaten too. We told them that was nonsense, and one of them said, “Well, you believe your newspapers and we’ll believe ours.”

Clearly they are lied to—yet after meeting these men, I wonder how truthful our own newspapers have been. These are not the “savage barbarians” we’ve read so much about. They are men with homes and families, hopes and fears, principles and, yes, love of country. In other words, men like ourselves. Why are we led to believe otherwise?

As it grew late, a few more songs were traded around the fire, and then all joined in for—I am not lying to you—“Auld Lang Syne.” Then we parted with promises to meet again tomorrow, and even some talk of a football match.

I was just starting back to the trenches when an older German clutched my arm. “My God,” he said, “why cannot we have peace and all go home?”

I told him gently, “That you must ask your emperor.”

He looked at me then, searchingly. “Perhaps, my friend. But also we must ask our hearts.”

And so, dear sister, tell me, has there ever been such a Christmas Eve in all history? And what does it all mean, this impossible befriending of enemies?

For the fighting here, of course, it means regrettably little. Decent fellows those soldiers may be, but they follow orders and we do the same. Besides, we are here to stop their army and send it home, and never could we shirk that duty.

Still, one cannot help imagine what would happen if the spirit shown here were caught by the nations of the world. Of course, disputes must always arise. But what if our leaders were to offer well wishes in place of warnings? Songs in place of slurs? Presents in place of reprisals? Would not all war end at once?

All nations say they want peace. Yet on this Christmas morning, I wonder if we want it quite enough.


Your loving brother,
Tom

About the Story

The Christmas Truce of 1914 has been called by Arthur Conan Doyle “one human episode amid all the atrocities.” It is certainly one of the most remarkable incidents of World War I and perhaps of all military history. Inspiring both popular songs and theater, it has endured as an almost archetypal image of peace.

Starting in some places on Christmas Eve and in others on Christmas Day, the truce covered as much as two-thirds of the British-German front, with French and Belgians involved as well. Thousands of soldiers took part. In most places it lasted at least through Boxing Day (December 26), and in some through mid-January. Perhaps most remarkably, it grew out of no single initiative but sprang up in each place spontaneously and independently.

Unofficial and spotty as the truce was, there have been those convinced it never happened—that the whole thing was made up. Others have believed it happened but that the news was suppressed. Neither is true. Though little was printed in Germany, the truce made headlines for weeks in British newspapers, with published letters and photos from soldiers at the front. In a single issue, the latest rumor of German atrocities might share space with a photo of British and German soldiers crowded together, their caps and helmets exchanged, smiling for the camera.

Historians, on the other hand, have shown less interest in an unofficial outbreak of peace. There has been only one comprehensive study of the incident: Christmas Truce, by Malcolm Brown and Shirley Seaton, Secker & Warburg, London, 1984—a companion volume to the authors’ 1981 BBC documentary, Peace in No Man’s Land. The book features a large number of first-hand accounts from letters and diaries. Nearly everything described in my fictional letter is drawn from these accounts—though I have heightened the drama somewhat by selecting, arranging, and compressing.

In my letter, I’ve tried to counteract two popular misconceptions of the truce. One is that only common soldiers took part in it, while officers opposed it. (Few officers opposed it, and many took part.) The other is that neither side wished to return to fighting. (Most soldiers, especially British, French, and Belgian, remained determined to fight and win.)

Sadly, I also had to omit the Christmas Day games of football—or soccer, as called in the U.S.—often falsely associated with the truce. The truth is that the terrain of No Man’s Land ruled out formal games—though certainly some soldiers kicked around balls and makeshift substitutes.

Another false idea about the truce was held even by most soldiers who were there: that it was unique in history. Though the Christmas Truce is the greatest example of its kind, informal truces had been a longstanding military tradition. During the American Civil War, for instance, Rebels and Yankees traded tobacco, coffee, and newspapers, fished peacefully on opposite sides of a stream, and even gathered blackberries together. Some degree of fellow feeling had always been common among soldiers sent to battle.

Of course, all that has changed in modern times. Today, soldiers kill at great distances, often with the push of a button and a sighting on a computer screen. Even where soldiers come face to face, their languages and cultures are often so diverse as to make friendly communication unlikely.

No, we should not expect to see another Christmas Truce. Yet still what happened on that Christmas of 1914 may inspire the peacemakers of today—for, now as always, the best time to make peace is long before the armies go to war.

taken from : Aaron Shepard's Website

so we said; thee, thee, hear. 21:42