One life, three passions.

Thrusting her heavy bag over her shoulders, she stepped out into the afternoon sun and allowed the UV rays to sink under her skin. She plugged into her iPod, and listened to the soft piano melodies that floated into her ears, tunes that made her insides dance pirouettes and jetes. It was like a ritual for her, to prepare her soul to dance, by centering herself into the music of Swan Lake, Nut Cracker, Beauty and the Beast, and other ballet pieces. 

She walked along the road towards the bus pick-up point, passing by a convex traffic mirror. She came to a stop as she realised she was in her cargos, tee and dunks. "What am I doing in my hip-hop outfit?!" Her mind began to run through her busy schedule, and made a mental note that hip-hop lesson is the day after. 

She then reached deep into her duffel bag to see if she brought her leotard and tights to change into, but only pulled out her long, soft, satin black skirt. She dug further, and pulled out her ballroom shoe, towel, water, everything except what she needed for her ballet lesson.

She stood there confused and blurred, and asked herself, "So, what dance am I doing?"

What am I doing? 

When's "the end"?

I hate the feeling of laziness, when you know you're not that tired, but just using it as an excuse to pull yourself away from the work that you have to do. It's probably something that everyone has gone through before, or maybe it's just me (crap),  but I know that I shouldn't let laziness get a hold on me. 

Anyway, I have been doing research on the different views of the end times from different religions for one of my projects. I've found some pretty interesting view points and opinions, some that contradicts my beliefs, some that agrees. I've never really studied other religion, nor believed in any other god except Jesus, since I was born into a christian family.

I thank God for placing me into a family that shines for Him, into a family where I know love exists. But I always wonder what life would be like if I was never a christian, or if I became a christian only after exposing myself to other religions. Would I still come to know Jesus, after believing in other gods?

The point is, sadly, I'll never know, unless I re-live my life, which is something I'll never do.

Have you ever wondered what life means?

Why did religions exist in the first place? 

Whether fate is real?

If ghosts really float around on Earth, like scary caspers?

What the end times will be like?

If the world will really end on 21 dec 2012 as the Mayans predicted? (though the bible says that no one can predict the coming of Christ)

What heaven and hell is?

What God looks like?

Why are there so many different religions, and forms of god?

Who are we?

God's goodness

1. Got my macbook (:

2. Still busy as ever with projects

3. Finished reading Sister's keepers (FINALLY!), started on Salem's Fall. 

4. Riverlife Church = H1N1 Communal Spreading Base

5. DMC04's BBQ cum Sleepover

6. JA Sleepover

Hmm, that's about it that is worthy of knowing about my life in the recent few weeks(:

But here's what's been on my mind...

Are you ready to die? Sadistic, I know. 

My answer is this: Yes, but my only regret is that many of my friends and friends of friends of friends (...) aren't safe. (If you get what I mean)

I've been thinking about death, not in an "emo" or sadistic way, but in a thoughtful way.

Many people avoid thinking or talking about dying, because, understandably, it is scary and uncertain, and of bad "karma" to talk about.

But unknowingly, I've been thinking a lot about it lately. I've been asking myself if I'm ready to just perish and leave the world as it is today. 

Selfishly, I would love to leave this place, for my real place in heaven, where it's flowing with milk and honey.

Mmhmm, I can smell the rich aroma of honey, yummy! hehe.

But I know God isn't done with me yet. He has yet to bring on the persecution, the discrimination, the insults and the growth in my life. I yet to stand strong and proclaim God's goodness without being ashamed of my faith, I yet to stand against what I know I shouldn't do. I yet to share the love that I've received so freely from my Abba Father, and say that God loves you too, even to those who don't believe.

So I know that death isn't my calling yet, but a revival in my land.

Although this might be so, I want to live life as if I'm dying tomorrow. To make my TODAYs count for God. It's really not easy to do it, but I'm trying. To make sure that the people around me everyday gets to experience the sweetness of God through me.

To SHSS cell, if you're reading this, let's press on into God's goodness through this time of dryness and trials. Let's seek what God wants to do, and not what is happening. Keep praying, stop questioning, cause God always has His purpose.

Trust God through everything, and everything includes un-trustable times.

Amanda Teo

A week to A term

First impressions counts,

that's what they all say.
"Sporty", "shy" and "silent",
but "smart" made my day.

Acquaintance to classmates,
and classmates to friends.
Second day of school,
and all the rules were bent.

Soon it all began,
with assignments and projects,
quizes and tests,
it made us feel like total rejects.

Groups were formed,
cliques no doubt,
but as a class so close,
no one was left out.

It soon became a deadline race,
an invisible competition.
Some work seemed like an impossible maze,
but we brought it to completion.

Oh my,
I think I'll continue some day.
Cause now I'm just chasing my bed,
like any other day.

"Friendly"
"Cool"
"Like a super smart girl, like from RGS or something"
"Look like office lady (HAHAHAHAHHA!)"
"Athletic, super sporty. I wouldn't have thought you're a dancer"

These are the first impressions some of my classmates had of me. Pretty interesting eh? Especially the third and fourth one, my goodness! Made me laugh out loud, literally. hahah!

But yes, I'm enjoying my class very very much!
I think we're like the coolest class in SP.
Who would go for a class outing to watch 17Again, when we're supposed to be doing flag day, meeting each other only on the second day?
Seriously, DMC04 rocks!!!!! :D

Really thank God for people like them, and i'm looking forward to monday, when school starts! (:
Oh and looking forward very much to my MANGO MILKSHAKE! woohoo! It's the bomb in SP man! You so gotta try it, seriously!

Another thing is,

I think I'm really enjoying ballroom (:

It's like I can finally say I can dance ballroom, after wanting to learn it like crazy since sec2/3.
It has got a hold in my heart, just like how I truly fell in love with ballet, during intermediate grade especially (: Thank you God, for this passion you've placed within me!

-MND

Life is like an apple.

To Isabel Phua:

Life is like an apple.
Be it red or green,
an apple.

Sometimes it seems so sweet,
cheerful and free,
and you love it to it's very bits.

Sometimes it's really sour,
gross and bitter,
and you feel like you've got no power.

I don't want this anymore!
I don't want the work, the stress,
and all this that bores.
I don't want to continue,
I wanna throw my apple,
away to the shore!

I know I once thought of that,
thought of giving up.
The friendships, the work,
and all the emotions involved.

It's not wrong.

Sometimes it's red,
causing a topsy turvy brake.
Sometimes it's green,
pushing us forward even when we're on a break.

Sometimes it's clean and fresh,
crunchy when you take a bite.
Sometimes it's rottn, and wormed,
awful to your sight.

But no matter what it is,
this is YOUR life!
Keep on running and overcoming,
even if you need to give it a dive.

I want my apple,
Lord I am Your clay,
to You, this life I live.
This is all you've gotta say.

Freaky Vision.

These are called Sclera Contact Lenses.
In my opinion, I think they're extremely cool, but dangerous. (:

When I first saw someone wearing it, it freaked me out, till I was literally speechless.

I was at work, and was about to tell him that he can slide down the slide when I saw his eyes, black sclera (the first picture). I seriously thought I saw a ghost or some scary guy, like the guy from P.U.S.H. Where his eyes can turn full black. Totally freaked me out. But thankfully I was wearing my sunglasses, so he could not see my widened eyes, not like I knew where he was looking though. But I assumed he was looking at me for directions, so I just waved my hand in the direction for him to do down the slide. -quivers-

I never knew such maniacal stuff actually existed.
It's totally out of one's mind.

There's also the bionic lenses, some wacky whiz kicked off.
It acts as a binoculars in your eyes, so you can see really far and clear, which allows you to spy into your neighbours house for a whole day without being noticed. But this is still under much progress, as the scientists are searching for a way to allow energy flow into the contacts for the electronics to run. Incredible spyware. :)

There's also... eye TATTOO!
Like literally tattoo in the sclera. It's crazy and unnecessary, which I think only the brainsick people would do. It's nauseating, i tell you. Go watch the youtube on it. Gross to the max!

But well, just to put my thought down about this stuff. (:

-MND