"When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."

-- Chicken Soup for the Veteran's Soul

Hungry - A play by ELDDFS 2008

Almost entirely Friends Only.  Ask me for the reason if you really want to know and Happy 2008! (:

"I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world"
-- Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Come for YAWP! 2007
That's YOUNG ADULT WRITER'S PERFORM. A performance poetry event brought to you by Hwa Chong ELDDFS' Litwing.

YAWP! is not your average poetry reading.

Forget highbrow - we're here to bring you poetry at its most barbaric and untamed!
And we want you to be part of this revolutionary event!

YAWP! celebrates the aural, visual and performance aspects of poetry, demonstrating the capacity of literature to come alive in performance. YAWP! is not only the finals of an exciting nation-wide search for the best young performance poets. It is also a showcase of some of the biggest names in the poetry scene in Singapore. We've also thrown in other acts into the mix, ranging from comedy-music groups to performance-poet-musicians. This is practically a Poetry Variety Show! The Judges for the event are Alfian Sa’at, Michael Corbidge and Ng Yi Sheng. As guest performers and readers, we have The Friendly People, Marc Nair, Bani Haykal and Singapore Literary Prize Winner, Yong Shu Hoong.

YAWP! promises to be a lively and dynamic evening, with the 8 finalists of the competition presenting performances that will take poetry off the page and onto the stage, adding rhythm, visuals and movement that will bring poetry to life. We hope that YAWP! will bring poetry alive in voice and movement, and remind us all that the voice of poetry is our own voice - that it lives, and sounds, beyond the page, in our hearts, and over the roofs of the world.

YAWP! 2007 promises to be a night of great poetic experiences, and we look forward to having you with us!

YAWP! - Young Adult Writers Perform! 2007
2nd March 2007, Friday, 7.30pm
Hwa Chong Institution, LT3
Tickets: $4
All proceeds go to the Bone Marrow Donation Programme

COME! COME! COME! WE PROMISE IT WILL BE AWESOME. The finalists have some seriously amazing pieces.

Plus! the judges are awesome. and Ng Yisheng will very likely be performing the crowd-favourite "A Loud Poem to be Performed to a Very Obliging Audience" (and he's extremely dynamic! think cartwheels and other acrobatics!)

Marc Nair and Bani Haykal are up-and-coming young performance poets in the Slam Scene. Bani will be doing a music item. His guitar playing is THE SEX, and he's been described by Cyril Wong as "A cross between Thom Yorke and Chris Martin!". He's also in B-Quartet, a band which performed at Baybeats!

ARE YOU CONVINCED YET?
Tickets will be available at the door. Or you can contact me at 91127522 or email elddfs0607@gmail.com to place your orders.

It's a great way to spend your Friday night! We promise you won't regret coming!

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more
experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and smallm character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve,and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. 

--kopped from nicey (:

was feeling bored, so i made this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATojwanBoeY

turn up your speakers and enjoy! (:

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the
other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space
between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student
on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had
said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list.

Before long, the entire class was smiling.

"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.
She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.

The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.

She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends.

One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin.

The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.

"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.

The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are
special and important.

*
and no, i'm not too busy for a friend. meeting with km and jan today was wonderful. miss you both, you're special and important! (: