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Jonathan Lim
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Raffles Institution, Raffles Junior College
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
5:23 PM

It hurts. I’m not going to lie to you, it hurts.

I’m not going to curl up and die just because you left me that way. I want to be strong and fight this feeling. I want the world to stop spinning for just one moment so that I can breathe again, pick myself up and live.

I realized that there’s really no point getting pissed off. I brought all of this on to myself and maybe I can say I deserved it. Since I’m the one that made the mess, I’m the one to clean it up.

A little maturity calls.

You are in every position to feel the way you feel and do the things you do. Words like “I forced my feelings on to you even when you obviously weren’t sending the signals” and “I did everything so that I can get closer to you” might even be true. You have the whole world on your side.

You can do anything you please, because it can’t hurt any more than it does right now. Even if it did, I’m not sure how it’ll feel because I would be numb again.

I’m writing this not just to let you know how much shit I’m going through; it wouldn’t make me feel any better. Sympathy won’t make me feel any better either. I don’t know what would. I just don’t know where to turn to anymore.

Your life's plan has been laid out in front of you; get rich and successful, be happy and have someone that really loves you. It wouldn’t have made a difference if I was in the picture or not, you would still get there anyway.

But it has made a difference in my life and how I’m going to live it. It's just #2 in a long line of lessons. This usually calls for a much longer, much more emo post, but I just can’t bring myself (or anyone else for that matter) to do it.

It hurts. I’m not going to lie to you, it hurts.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Monday, April 28, 2008
6:57 PM

Life is just fucked up.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Friday, April 25, 2008
9:16 PM

it has been a long week to say the least... with class camp and PI and other stuff along the way... and i can safely say, i've seen a little more of the big big world out there... everyone has limits, and i believe alot of them were pushed throughout the course of this week... its one thing to push urself to get that bit further, but sometimes the only way forward is a step back... so anyway, the week kicked off with a bang, with none other than class camp... i must say that i didnt regret one minute of it (even though i got this big nasty wound to show for it)... it was really fun spending time with the class, outside of class... everyone is just so busy with all their own kind of stuff that we hardly spend any time together as a class, so this was definitely a good opportunity, but sadly not everyone was there... class camp was supposed to help us work out the kinks and hopefully allow us to bond closer as a class... in a sense class camp served its purpose, but it a completely different way... i managed to spend alot more time with the people i'm close to to begin with, but i didnt really feel as if i got to know the class better... and when i did eventually get to know the class better, i didnt really like what i was finding out...

its just so scary to imagine that someone you think you know is actually someone different... and the worst part of it all is that they play the game right to your face, so you will never find out... and it makes me wonder, who are people that i can really trust? i'm finding it harder to recall with every passing day... i just dun understand why someone has to step all over other people not only to get what they want, but to do it for fun... maybe i'm really too naive and innocent and simple to understand the complex matters of the real world, but its really something i cant stand for, and its something i hope i'll never to do... there's no way i can defend myself from being a hypocrite so i'll take the blame right here and now... but it really scares me, to know that all of these things are going on right behind your back without you being any wiser... i just dunno who to trust anymore... and if there's one thing i learned from all of this: never, ever, judge a book by its cover... and dun always believe what you read too...

sometimes in pursuit of all the material wealth and success, we kinda lose the plot along the way and we lose ourselves... and i think i'm slowly losing grip on the person i once knew myself to be... we sometimes lose sight and meaning of what we actually set out to do... but izzit really all that worth it? sometimes its really hard trying to be a better person with all the distractions in our world 2day, and once again i'm going to be caught out... with all the temptations around us, its really hard to live without them... but being a better person, is about rising above it all... its not about sitting around and waiting or hoping for it to happen, its about making it happen... anyway, 2day i stepped into the (or next to) biggest house in my entire living memory... it didnt look really big from the outside, but having learnt earlier lessons, a house is not to be judged by its exterior alone... i think my own house can fit into the backyard... but big houses can make a person feel quite lonely sometimes... and when i look at my own house, i'm thankful that i have a nice (enough) place to stay, that's pretty cozy i guess (an excuse for being really small)... sometimes i wonder if i really want a big big house next time... i dun think i would, unless i can find the right person to share it with... then i wont have to worry about the empty spaces and lonely faces (i think i'm gettin carried away)... anyway, that whole district reminds me of hollywood boulevard, singapore style...

money makes the big big world go round... can love triumph? really miss having someone to talk to, just someone i can sit down with and talk for hours about anything and everything... and sometimes we can just not say a word, and there would be no awkward silence or uncomfortable vibes... maybe the problem lies with me... you gotta talk before someone can listen and reply... i guess sometimes i have so many things couped up inside me i dunno how to get it out (hence the extremely long post)... those sit-down-and-talk-for-hours sessions can really do wonders... i really want to believe that love can triumph over money and all that superficial material stuff, so help me believe... anyway i think i've run out of things to say, or maybe i should save some for another time... round 2 of season coming up, and the real battle begins... til the next time i cant stop talking, peace...

"And all the roads we have to walk are winding,
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I would like to say to you,
but I don't know how.

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.
And after all, you're my wonderwall."

immaculate and inadequate ;


Wednesday, April 09, 2008
9:00 PM

you are the reason i keep fighting, keep breathing, keep believing... i don't want to be 2nd best anymore...

take us to the Promised Land... write our names not on paper or trophies, but let us forever be remembered in time... make every breath last longer, let every step take us further, help every heart beat stronger... every minute is a battle... battle against time, battle against the opponent and most importantly battle against yourself... its time to step out of our shell and into the light, for our every move will be scruntinised and watched by the world... its time to do what we were made for: glory... our bodies will be battered, our minds will be shattered but our hearts will not be broken... our dreams are only a vision of what is to be, but we will never get there if our dreams are only our dreams... we feel like giving up in the toughest moments, but we fight for one another... believe in yourself and believe in the others, because those are the only things worth believing in... and we fight for what we believe in... there is no place to hide, nowhere to run and no excuse for escape... the shadows are not for champions... there is a reason to believe this season will be different... dare not set expectations for failure, but dare to exceed them beyond our imagination... dream of everything possible, and then dream of the impossible... when your legs stop moving, when your arms stop swinging, when your lungs stop breathing and when your heart stops beating, you are victorious... but until then, don't stop... when the pain numbs your brain, when the sound drowns your ears and the sight blinds your eyes, you know you've done something right... no time to catch your breath, no time to think about your next move and no time to lose... words are only words, and they don't mean anything... but there is one word that means everything: victory...

Champions.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Tuesday, April 01, 2008
2:53 PM

this post goes out to mao lin... other than him foaming (literally), which is damn scary cuz i've nvr seen someone hyperventilate b4... i'll think twice b4 i say "breathe" or "hyperventilate"... but it is seriously damn scary... anyway, moving on to the main point of this post... 2day we were asked to shoot 10 freethrows in a row b4 we could go home... sounds easy doesnt it? not when ur standing at the line taking the shots... the lucky few made it quickly, others took a little more time... even fu ginn and yifei managed it eventually... everyone except mao did it lah... so anyway coach lt left already and asked mao to pay him back next time, but mao just kept on shooting... even after he foam, he just kept shooting... he just didnt know when to quit... he shot for almost 2 hours and must have taken at least 1000 over free throws... and the times when he reached 7, 8 or 9, it just didnt happen... some days are your days, and some days just arent...

but he just kept going... i think his arms would have fallen off if they could lah... i know how it feels... you're just so close, and you feel like you're dying, but you just wont give up until you make it... but to see him shooting under the hot sun, shot after shot, and not being able to do anything except pray that it goes in... the feeling just sucks... you cant do anything to help, as much as you wish you could... and then i think about the team... 2 more people are going to get cut from this squad of 14... everyone fights just as hard, maybe some more than others, but who's to say anyone doesn't deserve a spot? it sucks to see everyone slog their guts out, only to be told, "i'm sorry, but this is a sport and someone must make way"... i really dun wanna think of it as anyone of us, but it has to happen... season is just two weeks away and sometimes i wonder, are we ready? could we have done anything more just to get that bit further? i really dunno... getting to the finals is one thing; beating hwa chong is another... i really want this... just another shot at the finals... deep down we all know what the outcome will be, but you cant stop us from dreaming, from hoping beyond hope... pray that when the time comes, we all find the strength and courage to make it, somehow...

Don't think about the pain, don't think about the misses, don't even think about the result.
Just keep shooting.

Was it you who spoke the words, that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

You and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
Others just read of
Other only read of the love, the love that I love

immaculate and inadequate ;