stuff about bgr [again (:]

Different perspectives. Which one will you choose?

Poem1 [Got it from a girlfriend's blog]
"wait for a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,
who calls you back when you hang up on him,
who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
wait for the boy who kisses your forehead,
who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats,
who holds your hand in front of his friends,
who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on.
wait for the one who is constantly reminding youof how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,"... that's her." "

Poem2. For the girls. [from Ann Landers who's an advice columnist: after someone lamented on the unrealistic ideas many girls had of marriage and beseeched her to "level with them"]
"I have leveled with the girls- from Anchorage to Amrillo.
I tell them that all marriages are happy.
It's the living together afterward that's tough.
I tell them that a good marriage is not a gift,
It's an achivement.
That marriage is not for kids. It takes guts and maturity.
It seperates the men from the boys and the women from the girls.
I tell them that marriage is tested daily by the ability to compromise.
Its survival can depend on being smart enough to know what's worth fighting about. Or making an issue of or even mentioning.
Marriage is giving- and more important, it's forgiving.
And it is almost always the wife who must do these things.
Then, as if that were not enough, she must be willing to forget what she forgave.
Often that is the hardewst part.
Oh, I have leveled all right.
If they don't get my message, Buster,
It's because they don't want to get it.
Rose-coloured glasses are never made in bifocals
Because nobody wants to read the small print in dreams."

Poem3. For the boys. ['A Woman's Question' by Lena Lathrop]
"Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above?
A woman's heart, and a woman's life-
And a woman's wonderful love.

Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy.

You have written my lesson of duty out,
Manlike, you have questioned me.
Now stand at the bars of my woman's soul
Until I shall question thee.

You requre your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shirt be whole;
I require your heart be true as God's stars
And as pure as His heaven your soul.

You require a cook for your mutton and beef,
I require a far greater thing;
A seamtress you're wanting for socks and shirts-
I look for a man and a king.

A king for the beautiful realm called Home,
And a man that his Maker, God,
Shall look upon as He did on the first
And say: "It is very good."

I am fiar and young, but the rose may fade
Freom this soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves,
As you did 'mong the blossoms of May?

Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.

I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.

If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook
You can hire and little to pay;
But a woman's hear and a woman's life
Are not to be won that way."

this is how netballers look like.  

netballer.

I’ve been a netballer for six years- four in secondary school, and this is my second year in college. Funny how time flies.

It might not have been like this. I joined netball only because there was no other sport for girls in clementi town. How about that? I might have been somebody else.

And I, used to dislike netball… haha. I thought it was for bimbos to prance around in short frilly skirts. haha. That impression didn’t last very long.

Netball is a graceful game. It’s a tough one too. There’s a certain beauty in playing it, in watching it. How can I describe what goes on? The speed of the attack, the fury of defense… lean and lanky girls throwing long lobs, the smaller ones darting in and out. It’s a dance on the court, it’s a celebration of the physical, it’s the drama of fourteen bodies performing in sync.

Yeah there are other perks in being a netballer. To quote Kamil [who left for the states this year] as to why it’s good being a netballer, it’s “coz netballerz have great tan lines, nice buttz n they’re hot! Like duh!”
We have our supporters. grin.

The training’s tough though. In clementi town, we had to wake up early every Saturday morning. Reach school by eight. No being late! Yuyin would glare at you otherwise.
Warm up: 10 rounds [the field], with ankle weights. There’d be medicine ball sometimes. [medicine balls, for you non-netballers, are roughly the size of basketballs and can weigh up to 10kg. Imagine running 10 rounds holding a 10kg ball]. Then 70 pushups , 70 sit ups and 1000 skips.
Ball passes: Basic passes with the medicine ball.
Drills: Simple ones at first, but they can really kill. There’s this one where your partner will throw a far side ball, and you’ll have to run and time your jump to catch it. Sounds easy? Try doing many repetitions under the scorching sun. Yeah there’re already complaints all around when one has to w.a.l.k in the sun to get out of school. Think of netballers when you’re complaining the next time. (:
Well there was court work after that, and finally a game.
Trainings were around 5 hours then… hot. Hot sun!

It takes real teamwork to get through these trainings… Perseverance, determination, lots and lots of encouragement to each other. It takes real teamwork on the court for that matter. Have faith that she’ll catch the ball, believe that she’ll throw a good pass to you, and trust your team implicitly. Because you are a team. It is as simple and as difficult as that.

This Friday might be the last time I wear a netball jersey. Soon this red and charcoal grey one will up carefully hung up in my cupboard, alongside my other what- eight jerseys? I don’t quite know how to feel. Can a netballer ever stop being a netballer? Guess I’ll find this out soon. It must be hard to say goodbye to six years of your life. I don’t quite know what to say. Except-

I’ve been a netballer for six years- four in secondary school, and this is my second year in college. Funny how time flies…

food

Alright I'm not sure if this will work but it's important to know what's going on outside singapore yes?

This is an email I received last year. not too sure why it took me so long to put it up :Pp

>>> >>>> >Dear God,
I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it
>>>can taste and how full I may be. I pray that He will protect this little boy, guide and
>>>deliver him
>>> >>>>away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world
>>>around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests.
>>>AMEN.

I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us
>>>that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things
>>>for
>>>granted. Let's make a prayer for the suffering in anywhere anyplace
>>>around the globe and send this friendly reminder to others Think &
>>>look at this...when you complain about your food and the food we
>>>waste daily

a thousand words 

wake up people...  

hurts, doesn't it? 

enough said