This blog is created to honour the end of my Nationals Inter-School Canoe Championship 2009 and the end of a Canoeist Career in Junior College.
The 1st few post will be dedicated towards the setting up of this blog and will convey my thoughts and feeling over the 4 days event to honour the Sports
which I really believe in, fought for, bleed for and gave my life to.
Last Words
Sunday, August 16, 2009 @ 6:27 PM
Everything happens for a purpose.Today is one of the rare days where my body just refuses to do my bidding, that is to say I'm highly distracted and lethargic when it comes down to studying. I tried to but I can't. I tried again and again, and I just end up diverting to something else, either to the bed, or back on the comp, or to the fridge or just stoning. It has happened to me before. For the moment I don't know why, but the next moment I do.
Determined to remove that sort of "loser" feeling in me, I search for the remnants of my energy to will myself to some light jogging - to visit an old friend. I made my way to Punggol End as usual. Something don't seem quite right. I never feel that uncomfortable before. Even as I approached the woods, the feeling of wrongness and weirdness engulfed me. Something in there draws me closer and closer, to the truth for my restlessness. Now I was worried. Earlier in the morning, on the newspaper I caught a glimpse at the headlines that states: Vision of Punggol One Step Nearer. "No I thought. It can't be. The presence of so many trunks and vehicles confirmed my hypothesis. My spirits drop with every step that I took and as I reach the end - The truth haunted me. A large portion of my old friends were gone... ...and I realize the truth to my restlessness.
On the spiritual plane, I could sense many of my friends departing to the opening where the sunlight pierce through in midst of the clouds. I approached to the area where I usually dwell. Most of the scrubs, bushes, and trees were removed and replaced by pieces and pieces of construction barrier. Most of their physical aspects were gone, except for a dense concentration of spiritual energy that remains to bid their closest link on Earth goodbye. I guess, I am one of them, perhaps the last 1 to arrive. I could feel their spirits surrounding me, and almost immediately, many thoughts filled my mind. Although I can't hear their words, I can sense their thoughts. And the next moment I could actually hear myself replying to that thought: "I know, you're my best friend too."
It is of no wonder. All these years, they bear most of my secrets. I placed all my trust in them on any species that walks the Earth and whenever I commune with them, though I get no answer, but I can feel that the urge to get an answer is satisfied, almost as if I got an intangible answer, just like when I wake up from sleep, when I commune with God. Yeah. I regret not cherishing them enough this 2 years while I'm in JC. The only thing I could say is, I regret. Of course, I'm glad that I came in time to hear their last words before they depart. I promise them that I will push ahead and cherish every time I possess, in their place. And then I know that, my restlessness in my studies, might be the main purpose that I'm drawn here, for a reason. I'm glad I have the chance to still hear those last words.
It might be highly unbelievable but I do and strongly believe that the human and environment share a bond. When I arrive at Punggol End, almost immediately, I could feel that the land has changed and the life that once existed have left the place. Those spirits left willingly in order to provide for us, human. And how many people are there that truly appreciate the spirits of the wild and yet we human, despite all this sacrifices made to maximize our satisfaction, contend among ourselves for trivial stuffs, like war, like excessive money and power. I met my Secondary School friends on the bus a few days ago who are now in Poly. They sigh, saying that there's this person who is winning everything in Poly, being president of some stupid club, winning competition, gaining chance to go overseas and what not. My answer of comfort to them is: what is important to you? That guy might win everything, but doesn't he reflect Punggol End? Where the nature and environment is cleared and made way for human's achievement. To me, it is just another land without life.
Yup. So we must always know what we're doing, and more importantly what's important to us. Right now, I know what's important is that of their last words: Fulfill what's important to you. Anyone reading this, I urge the same to you.
Fight for what's important to you. The rest are superficial.
... And the spirits depart slowly into the Haven beyond the clouds, beyond the horizon. With a sigh, I left Punggol End.
Determined to remove that sort of "loser" feeling in me, I search for the remnants of my energy to will myself to some light jogging - to visit an old friend. I made my way to Punggol End as usual. Something don't seem quite right. I never feel that uncomfortable before. Even as I approached the woods, the feeling of wrongness and weirdness engulfed me. Something in there draws me closer and closer, to the truth for my restlessness. Now I was worried. Earlier in the morning, on the newspaper I caught a glimpse at the headlines that states: Vision of Punggol One Step Nearer. "No I thought. It can't be. The presence of so many trunks and vehicles confirmed my hypothesis. My spirits drop with every step that I took and as I reach the end - The truth haunted me. A large portion of my old friends were gone... ...and I realize the truth to my restlessness.
On the spiritual plane, I could sense many of my friends departing to the opening where the sunlight pierce through in midst of the clouds. I approached to the area where I usually dwell. Most of the scrubs, bushes, and trees were removed and replaced by pieces and pieces of construction barrier. Most of their physical aspects were gone, except for a dense concentration of spiritual energy that remains to bid their closest link on Earth goodbye. I guess, I am one of them, perhaps the last 1 to arrive. I could feel their spirits surrounding me, and almost immediately, many thoughts filled my mind. Although I can't hear their words, I can sense their thoughts. And the next moment I could actually hear myself replying to that thought: "I know, you're my best friend too."
It is of no wonder. All these years, they bear most of my secrets. I placed all my trust in them on any species that walks the Earth and whenever I commune with them, though I get no answer, but I can feel that the urge to get an answer is satisfied, almost as if I got an intangible answer, just like when I wake up from sleep, when I commune with God. Yeah. I regret not cherishing them enough this 2 years while I'm in JC. The only thing I could say is, I regret. Of course, I'm glad that I came in time to hear their last words before they depart. I promise them that I will push ahead and cherish every time I possess, in their place. And then I know that, my restlessness in my studies, might be the main purpose that I'm drawn here, for a reason. I'm glad I have the chance to still hear those last words.
It might be highly unbelievable but I do and strongly believe that the human and environment share a bond. When I arrive at Punggol End, almost immediately, I could feel that the land has changed and the life that once existed have left the place. Those spirits left willingly in order to provide for us, human. And how many people are there that truly appreciate the spirits of the wild and yet we human, despite all this sacrifices made to maximize our satisfaction, contend among ourselves for trivial stuffs, like war, like excessive money and power. I met my Secondary School friends on the bus a few days ago who are now in Poly. They sigh, saying that there's this person who is winning everything in Poly, being president of some stupid club, winning competition, gaining chance to go overseas and what not. My answer of comfort to them is: what is important to you? That guy might win everything, but doesn't he reflect Punggol End? Where the nature and environment is cleared and made way for human's achievement. To me, it is just another land without life.
Yup. So we must always know what we're doing, and more importantly what's important to us. Right now, I know what's important is that of their last words: Fulfill what's important to you. Anyone reading this, I urge the same to you.
Fight for what's important to you. The rest are superficial.
... And the spirits depart slowly into the Haven beyond the clouds, beyond the horizon. With a sigh, I left Punggol End.
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