A true Champion----Joan Chan

Perfect World

In a perfect world,
there will be peace and harmony amongst all.
In a perfect world,
there will be no lies and deceit between all.
In a perfect world,
there will be no more mortal pain and sufferings experienced by all.
In a perfect world,
there will be no tearful farewells but only happy memories as remembered by all.


Sometimes life deals one so many trials and tribulations that just forces one to just throw in the towel and give up....giving in to pain, fear or even temptations. Yet amidst all these chaos...there lies a glimmering beam of white light amidst the sheer bleakness descended upon us...a champion amidst the laymen to inspire and display the true spirit of courage and hard as nails grit. Whenever one weakens and are on the verge of giving up...one only need to look up to these champions of life to remind us that all is not lost... no matter how impossible or how uphill the fight may seem. The war is not lost by losing a battle...rather it is lost only if one chooses to.

The article that featured a former RJC girl, Joan Chan, on her brave battle with tongue cancer truly touched me deeply. Despite the pain and the harrowing thought of having only months at most to live, her will to live never did flickered. She refused to succrumb to her condition and though it had weakened her quite considerably, she continued to press on and challenged it head on, never did wavering from her firm beliefs. Though I had never met her, I firmly admired her courage and undying will to live...
May God bless her as well as to those around her...may their pains be eased and fears allayed.


Though we may be strangers...I sincerely hope she will get well again.

Depressed

Clouded Intentions

Charity stems from the heart,
an act everyone should play a part.
Yet when fame and fortune comes into part,
pristine and noble intentions are thus clouded and warped.


Trapped Beast

A body confined within the cages of Hell,
a soul tortured and left to wither in the deepest abyss.
Eyes blinded only by the lust for freedom,
a heart longing for the sweetness of everlasting bliss.

Life is never once predictable.....always churning out new obstacles and posing various challenges in the most unexpected of times. My present military stint has just fallen onto a new low...everchanging schedules and extra duties are but the mere tip of the ice berg. The recent changes has placed much doubts with regards to the general cause I should be working for.

Confused....angered...bitter...lost.

Maybe wenlong's entry probably sums it all.....and seriously.....I cannot agree more.

My Life has just gone downhill again.....and I'm depressed...almost to the extent as felt during OJT last year.

Anyway....I just watched the VCD version of the Harry Potter movie series....watching the 3rd installment..."HP and the prisoner of Azkaban" only served to remind me of my present plight....especially when the dementors entered the scene...sucking out any happy feeling within me...leaving me in a pathetic heap of despair and depression.

Looks.....Essential or mere superficial ??

I'm twenty. I've been through hardship and tasted the sweetness of happy moments for 20 years, hence as such I've evolved and changed much. Yet it seems certain things just seems to haunt you wherever and whenever you are....I'm referring to my looks. Though superficial it may seems, that I had to lament on the state of it..or rather the lack thereof....but deep down inside many of us...where we claimed that looks aren't that essential...or books should never be judged by its cover...the moral high ground we stand on seems to fall apart so ever easily as upon further pondering...we come to realise that it is indeed looks that first impressions are based upon...the very first inch of information we transmit to the public with regards to one's personality.

Many people say I've a "baby" face....much due to my chipmunk cheeks and overall round shaped head...thus forming the very incorrect perception that I'm pretty much still a child despite me having reached the big 2-0 in my lifelong milestone.

Quoting a personal anecdote that had happened earlier in the day... It was around 5pm and raining heavily at Hougang bus interchange....I was on my way home from camp where I was on standby....dressed in my No. 4....I stepped off the last rungs of steps from the bus and was headed somewhat cluelessly towards the mrt station...There were 2 gals in their twenties pointing their fingers rather fervently at me...and before I know it...one of them started barracading me with questions which I assumed then to be for a survey. I didn't mind stopping to answer her since I was not in a rush...yet what annoyed me was her first question........"Hi...Which sec. school are you from ? "....If that was bad....the second was worse...."You are currently in NCC right ?"....

I replied in the most polite manner I could muster...and the conversation soon faded into a dull exchange of cliches.......eg.

" What's your name ?" she asked.
"Insert my name" I replied.
"O...haha....I'm called Sony then" she joked.

Anyway...That's not the point. My point is that what transpired during the conversation only served to highlight my view that my looks failed to betray any hints of my age.

I cannot change the way I look....for I do not believe in the magical wonders of cosmetic surgery...thus I can only tell myself to make the best of it and be thankful that at least I'm born healthy and into a loving family..where else many I may not know do not.

The entry is not to showcase the narcisstic side of me...rather it's to merely preserve a piece of my memory....hopefully when I look back in the future....I'll be laughing heartily over it and not allow my looks to hinder me.