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Service yesterday was awesome. It was purely devotion time, purely praise, purely adoration. And yes, a form of acknowledgement that He is with me, all through my days.

After that, rushed over to ann tay's sexy seventeen party at suntec (: I went over to somerset to find her present first, and then I was caught up in the huge crowd of people waiting for the chingay thing to begin.

This is what is so cool about hanging out with them. Firstly (we're not supposed to separate paragraphs in econs essays like that, but this is hardly an essay, much less an econs essay), we can sit around for a very long time laughing like crazy at new developments in the guy department aka crushes. And then zai clara will guess correctly most of the time, and this is succeeded by excessive amounts of squealing and giggling. It was a massive girl talk session. (:

And then! We had our surprise for ann tay! We sneakily left her in the toilet while we ran like the wind across suntec to find this little shop H2O with her clue, and she was supposed to go "back to the beginning" (near the fountain of wealth) for her surprise. It was quite insane actually, running here and there, hoping she didn't walk too quickly. While the others were setting up the surprise, ann dee and me did a little royal sporting house / nike/ adidas shopping. There are no new additions to the bag section in case you were wondering. ): But I digress.

We got a laser dedication for ann on the fountain! The "deejay" read out our dedication, and played Vit C's cliched but very appropriate song, and we stood around reminiscing..

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Swinging Singles Party coming up! (:

I cannot cannot cannot wait for A13A's V Day gift exchange! ZOh my goodness it will most definitely be a blast! A guy to a girl, a girl to a guy, a week long of serious getting-to-know-yous.. I cannot ask for a better class. THIS ONE ROCKS TOO MUCH. :D

I've read Philip Larkin's This Be The Verse, and I am unimpressed. I was complaining to William about that horrid poem, and he half-agreed. I'm not saying I'm the world's greatest poet, or that I can even write good poetry, but some things just don't constitute art. Art should be respected for one. But there's no denying, Larkin nips it in the bud. He's got the world of words wrapped around his finger, and with it he just spins spins spins away..

But unlike this certain fellow in my class, I much prefer Emily Bronte's simplicity. There is this calm desperation in her voice that one can understand, because maybe I'm a girl, and to be a girl could actually be the link to the little idiosyncrasies most girls have, and then we feel as one, and think as one, and know as one.

Actually, it sounds like a cult to me. Women's Cult Group. The Woman's Cultish Voice. That'll be the day.
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