{Bugginess}


Dear 3S5,

When we went to support the badminton team some time during our first common test period, I was quite convinced that our class was one that couldn't do anything other than study and score well for tests. But, throughout the past two weeks, my convictions have been proven wrong. I was really shown, and proven, that 3S5 is united, and capable of having fun as well as working hard. I'm very proud of what we have accomplished in these nine months, and I'm honoured to have been a part of all that we have done.

Dear Teachers,

Thank you for making me who I am today. Thank you for correcting my mistakes, scolding me, and pruning me so that I can overcome my inhibitions and limitations and learn that I can be all that I want to be. Thanks for supporting me all the way. Happy teacher's day in advance!

Dear Justin,

Thanks a lot for your generous contributions in so many areas, and for helping the Council in so many ways. Rest assured, we won't let you down. The Council will be brought to greater heights, it definitely will be. Also, you've groomed very good debaters. ELDDS won't let you down either. All the best in your future endeavours!

I'm quite relieved that all our plans went along very smoothly today. I enjoyed myself quite a lot today, although I'm really, really tired. It was quite frantic, running up and around the school and making thousands of last-minute changes to Brendan's and Nadin's script, and eating Wei Ting's cookies in the prefect's room. I remember yelling Mrs Tay a teacher's day message with Wei Ting through the 2I1 classroom window. =D

Oh yeah. Most importantly,

Dear PREFECTS, thank you for all your very hard work. In preparation for today's activities, you've stayed back for countless nights and worked countless hours. All your sacrifices, in terms of time and spirit, are commendable. Your contributions extend far beyond what's recorded in your report books at the end of this year. This celebrations have been a great success, and it wouldn't have been so if not for every single one of you, the people who make everything go together. I'm damn proud of all of you.

And, after so long, I've finally made a new piece of art. Click here to see this new and very pink artwork featuring one of my favourite Marvel characters.

Benson blogged at 8/29/2008 10:54:00 PM.
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{我终于学会用我的电脑打华文字了！}


我刚才去了凯勤的家用他的电脑写高级华文的作业，刚刚回到家。我一向来以为我的 Vista 无法打华文字。但是，在凯勤的家，我在网上学会了在我的电脑上打华文字。学会了之后，我开始认为大华文字好好玩哦。哈哈哈！~

Ok, I shall stop being an ass and type in English again. I now think I'm effectively bilingual online, which helps a lot when it comes to doing homework. I no longer need to bug people during the wee hours of the night to let me go to their houses to type my Chinese essays. LOL.

Benson blogged at 8/17/2008 12:26:00 AM.
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{It's like the darkness is the light}


Common tests are half over, and I'm quite happy with the marks that have been revealed so far. I'm just waiting for Higher Chinese to reveal itself so I can begin crying.


Who rides through the night o'er woodland wild?
It is a father with his young child;
The boy lies folded, close in his arm
He holds him steady and safe from harm.

"My son, thou hidest thy face as in fear.”
"The Erlking father, see he is near!
With Crown and Scepter and snow white shroud;"
"My son, 'tis but a passing cloud."

"My gentle boy, Oh come with me;
I'll sport and play the day long with thee;
And wondrous flowers shalt thou behold
And a garment shalt thou wear all of Gold."

"My father, my father, Oh dost thou not hear,
What Erlking whispers so soft in mine ear?"
"Nay, fear not, it is nothing my child,
The leaves but rustle sharp o'er the wild."

"Thou gentle boy wilt thou with me go?
My daughters all pretty pastimes know,
My daughters nightly their gay revels keep,
They'll dance and they'll sing and they'll rock thee to sleep.

“My father, my father, I feel sore afraid
See Erlking's daughters in yon dark shade?”
"My son, my son, I see it full well;
The grey knotted willows bend to the gale."

"I love thee, child, in vain wouldst thou now be perverse,
For if thou art not willing, I'll take thee by force;"
"My father! My father! His cold hand I feel!
Erlking has hurt me; With grasp of steel!"

The father shuddering; gives spur to his steed,
Holds his darling and groans in his need;
He reached his home in doubt and dread,
With-in his fond arms the child lay dead.



Der Erlkonig is a poem written by von Goethe, which was then written into a lieder by Schubert, which was then subsequently transcripted for solo violin by H. W. Ernst. The themes of hysteria and terror in the poem makes it a very challenging and fun piece to toy with during my free time when I'm taking a break from studying.

Benson blogged at 8/14/2008 06:07:00 PM.
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{Seeing Red}


Today's National Day celebration was fun, to say the least. We watched High School Musical 2 in the hall after the Uniform Groups people carried the flag to the flagpole and proceeded with the Anthem and Pledge. Ashley Tisdale, with her pet puppy and status as a daughter of ridiculously rich parents who own a resort, passes off as a very convincing portrayal of a younger Paris Hilton.

After going for a leisurely stroll during the Walkathon, I went to the Charity Bazaar, where I talked with many people and went to get a coffee ice-blended (sans straw) from 2I1 and two sticks of fruits dipped in chocolate fondue from dear 2I5. Their chocolate tastes sinfully heavenly. What was originally a favour for the 'I5 prefects ended up becoming a self-obsessed craze for very yummy warm liquid chocolate.

Singing sessions with Ms Chua are always delightful. I'm glad that all the teachers were quite pleased with our behaviour, except for when the Recollections was being spoken. People should learn to behave in a civilised manner when dealing with things that actually matter.

Guess what, Mr Lim's back!



Benson, Mr Ben Lim and Benjamin.

This is the nicer shot, but my phone was having a mood swing.



Clearer, but weird facial expression from the youngest Ben.

I look forward to being able to sleep in tomorrow. Happy National Day indeed! =0

Benson blogged at 8/08/2008 03:32:00 PM.
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{This Point In Time}




That time of the year is here again; it's my birthday! Thanks to everyone who made this day memorable for me in every way.

Let me have the heart to be thankful for what I have received; I'm thankful for having made it through the past 15 years of my life. I'm thankful for having a loving mother, father, brother and sister, and a great family who has been a great comfort to me all the years of my life. I'm thankful for having good clothes to wear, good food to eat, and a good home to live in. I'm thankful for the people who have walked in and out of my life, and impacted me in one way or another. I'm thankful for the friends that I have made, and for the people who care for me. I'm thankful for my gorgor and two didis. I'm thankful for having been blessed with music. I'm thankful for having been given the ability to contemplate what lies beyond the surface. I'm thankful for being saved from the darkness and seeing the light of life, and the goodness that entails.





To everyone who did something to make today so very special, thanks a lot! I'm grateful for meaning so much to you. It's truly a very happy birthday for me. (=

Benson blogged at 8/02/2008 08:12:00 PM.
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{The Yellow People!}




This is the pizza that I'd sadly missed because I arrived four hours too late.





This is HaiSong, one of my dearly beloved friends, who'd specially dressed up for the occasion.



This is Faruq, a courageous leader who boldly takes a step up the stage to face the world.



We will rock you!



This is Dyan the hippie king, and Ben Chia the philosophical pen-spinner.









The Prefectorial Council, bananas through and through.

Ladies and gentlemen, these are the people who work extremely hard behind the scenes, giving their all to heed the call of duty. These are the people who cheer, plan and organise to the best of their ability and even further. Ironically, they are also the ones who never hear the praise of the people that they serve. These are the unsung heroes, the people who are summoned when they're needed and ignored when their help is not required.

Things just seem weird when you wonder just who these people are working for. Where does all the planning, meetings and efforts go to?

Dear one and all, these people are slogging their guts out for you. The Prefects have been working so hard just for you.

Maybe it's time to open your eyes and look where you never have, and thank the people who truly deserve your applause.

Benson blogged at 8/01/2008 04:48:00 PM.
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In Your freedom I will live;
All I am is Yours!