tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60315252011-04-22T13:13:26.301+08:00cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comBlogger6561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-83231727884243079502008-09-22T00:26:00.002+08:002008-09-22T00:41:41.818+08:00

This space has been a place to hold the words for a very, very long time. Sometimes I wonder what there’s left to say; despite any insights into this life, it still has that abstract quality that betrays the strangeness of life itself. I get the sense that even if every scrap of life was saved here, thrown into a huge mould of words and then carefully recorded to extract all possible happiness

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September 14 2008SQ 0322.Arthur Yap

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So I just checked my email, and tadaa.. it's here! They finally did a new revamp! No more trying to talk myself into getting the stunted one bro has. (: this is great. "the iPod nano rocks like never before"

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I was just reading a recent Time Briefing, about the zeitgeist of the moment Anwar; they were quoting from a man of authority, a "Southeast Asia expert". And I thought how there are SEA experts, China-marketing experts, but never really of European Experts or American experts, expert in America, expert of france. We may still be alien after all.

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Japanese feasts with my family always make me think; as if the answers to laughter and farewell lie in sashimi and soy sauce. I keep thinking that if the plates get stacked any higher they'll collapselike the tower of Babel, but they never do.And I will wonder if i am actually relieved or regretful. People count down, and count down again.almost as if their depleting numbers could measure the

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-45848891491602306892008-09-04T10:46:00.005+08:002008-09-04T11:18:20.021+08:00

I know people want me to upload the pics on fb but I've gotten a little tired of getting on it, so it's here instead. Good days gone by:Drinking // chocolate // jazzat Harry'sIan's toxic drink. Dark choc blend (: Caleb's choc cognac was very good. He drank the whole pot and was game for more :oCaleb's farewell party kin and his mass of hair - no korean superstar for him. sam's new haircut! (: 

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END OF WORK!This morning, my mum told me to get a good eye cream for my dark circles. She says she could see it without her specs on, which is quite a feat. It's not that I haven't been conscious of them, I've just been really lazy to shop for a good brand, and I don't buy anything until I've researched them well. After half a closet full of really bad buys and many pleading sell-offs to friends.

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Freshers CampWe met in the sunday rain, 50 odd people, with seniors; I ate chicken rice for lunch (I don't eat that), much screaming during station games (go sweeneytodd!), crashed pet's house with shiwei for a little shut-eye (thanks loads, pet), sent meiting off in the morning, rushed back for the next day's stuff with gina, got blisters after playing ultimate frisbee without shoes on, rushed

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-26608509814936756852008-08-20T22:40:00.003+08:002008-08-20T22:55:49.248+08:00

Thinking about it, there was a lot of pain those days; those among us hurting inside, those lost because they forgot to keep looking, people crying without knowing why.There are a lot of lies these days; the things people make up just to make themselves feel more alive than the next person, people talking and talking and smiling such gaping emptiness.There are many reflections of reflections - in

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I just found this jewel of a song. Another great mraz song. Best friends - I'm not hinting anything yah! Maybe it has something to do with the later onslaught of endorphins from the 4km. Or else the sugar rush from a 1 000 cal berwerkz blackbottom mudpie. "Lucky to have been where I have been;Lucky to be coming home again. "

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VISA today was a waiting game; thankfully there was pet, strider and jared around to share the pain. Will look forward to crashing strider's place at imperial for some traditional chinese fare, with pet and jared. (: And naturally I'm happy pet's an established cook, seeing how I can barely cook, and then only italian, which is not much use then. I rushed down to wheelock nydc for lunch with the

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-17280715022972284052008-08-10T23:28:00.002+08:002008-08-10T23:34:43.208+08:00

I just found this jewel of a song. Lucky; another great mraz song. To Best friends - I'm not hinting anything ok! ;) Maybe it has something to do with my later onslaught of endorphins from the 4km. Or else the sugar rush from a 1 000 cal berwerkz blackbottom mudpie. -.- Either way, today had massive ups and downs, some of which I'm not comfortable recollecting because I don't plan on crying at

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-2113248497116288142008-08-09T10:32:00.002+08:002008-08-09T11:35:46.366+08:00

Just got an sms from jaz, asking for fairy wings. (: These things only happen with drama people I realise. Oh gosh I think NUS rag looked SO fun. HAPPY NATIONAL DAY.I LOVE SINGAPORE!

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They don't teach you how to get tough # Millions of years of evolution, creation, and they don't say a word about how to, when everything starts turning against the tide, overcome it.I end today a little bruised, acknowledging that I'm no smarter than the fool I was before. No, it's not like the air has never been vacuumed from lungs before. It is not the first time the sky seems to have fallen

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-22580237726464991402008-08-05T21:45:00.004+08:002008-08-05T22:03:47.413+08:00

I desperately need to do my readings, but the opportunity refuses to present itself unto me. It is the second day of work, I come home with a minor headache from all the claims I have to do. I guess one good thing about this last job is I know for sure I can't take a 9 - 6 job. I have a newfound respect (and disdain) for Health Benefit policies; the headers always start out perfectly magnanimous,

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-48240815928731446072008-08-03T00:09:00.003+08:002008-08-03T00:26:55.014+08:00

Keeping things short and sweet.The Ministry scholarship ceremony was nice; and no more acting. (: Shuan's birthday party was fun, mostly because of the company and the choc fondue! I always thought that meeting them too often would make the relationships trite, but I am glad to find that we're all still in the process of finding out more. The British council briefing at Orchard hotel was really a

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-79048050715052742012008-07-30T20:51:00.002+08:002008-07-30T20:54:25.121+08:00

Don't laugh,but I'm going to get a job. Well, 2 interviews tomorrow. So. I know it's at a time when everyone's quitting theirs to begin school / school prep. But I had to. To finance my present-buying and shopping. After gen introduced me to new shops in sg, there is no question I will exceed my thousand limit. And I want nice divans. So work. 

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Verse of the Day (from Grace AOG)“I will never forget Your precepts, for by them You have preserved my life.”(Psalm 119:93)-My chains are gone,I've been set free.My God, my saviourhas ransomed me.Unending love; amazing grace.

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I'm beginning to get serious about the Environment. It's scaring me; disasters so serious that we've never seen the like before, Venice submerging yearly (I can't imagine the next generation never being able to sit on a true gondola), S'pore completely submerged should temperatures get 3 degrees celsius higher (no way).  They don' tell you these things. They don't say that sea surges in london

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Notes of Nothing III really really want to join in the nikeplus 10km run. But I'll have to train, and I doubt the knee / morale / perseverance is up for it. I mean, I want to cry after completing 3k. So I guess the question is: is this what I want to do for myself and how far am I willing to go to move out of the box. I've done some out-of-my-comfort-zone stuff this year (which explains my

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-42057426054472988102008-07-24T00:14:00.003+08:002008-07-24T00:20:31.853+08:00

It's funny, not that I am overly amused or anything, but I think the irony of it all is worth mentioning.Seems as though, as rumours will have it, that: the school I chose is the Quote party school of london Unquote. My first choice for accommodation is the Quote hall with naked people aplenty and drunks galore Unquote.So I am just wondering why everything's not turning out the way I planned it.

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-3899024836908292562008-07-21T09:23:00.000+08:002008-07-21T23:10:45.858+08:00

MedeaHooray for my first (and probably only) Greek tragedy, the one where I could audience-view via the camera in the annex, get teary-eyed backstage as Medea breaks down, and meet crazy cast members / friends.  In all honesty, I didn't expect professional people like Mr P and Mrs Prry to have such positive comments about the role of tutor. Nor did I anticipate how tough it would be to keep the

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-65496697183408699272008-07-17T21:02:00.003+08:002008-07-17T21:28:08.396+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY.You light up my life (: And I thank God for you everyday. 

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Note of NothingI know it's probably your middle-of-the-night angst, or an overspilling of emotions, or you just feel like arguing. But I won't deny that it really stings. The snideness, general rudeness of your speech, your tone. Maybe I'm tired too, maybe Medea's got my hung up high, completely uptight and edgy and emotionally unstable.Still. To be honest, I am trying my best. I'm trying to be

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-91728801164708501632008-07-16T09:47:00.003+08:002008-07-16T10:05:44.850+08:00

This week will be an exciting one; full-day theatre rehearsals, a presentation for the Ministry on sat's matinee performance, christian meet-up for londoners, and a skit rehearsal at hwach for the ministry's award ceremony. I shall handle this better than I hope to. "God is light, and there is no darkness in Him at all." 1 John 1:5The more I get immersed into Medea, the more poignant Euripides's

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OBS 2008On the ride there, I met one of the most influential cab drivers in the history of my cab rides. He taught me korean-chinese praise songs, reminded me of the most powerful 3 words: JESUS LOVES YOU, and all in chinese. So I guess that just eclipsed most of the memories of OBS with the scholars, because such ardent conviction and belief really gave me the boost I needed, after such a

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Back from the island. I LOVE YOU RAJA.

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who's line is it anyway?Did some acting for the Ministry's skit, met many insane people, many quirky characters and new friends. (Do I really look like an mg girl? :) ) I will never stop being in awe at musicians and fine artists. 

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I think that is the difference between us, and that is why.I intensely dislike to take things lying down, I don't just let other people waste my time without them knowing that difficulty in execution is not an excuse for inefficiency. And if I sounded annoyed, well, maybe it's because I was. Personally, signing an agreement is by no means an indication for time-entitlement. But that's just me. I

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-28889398536357542522008-06-28T22:21:00.003+08:002008-06-28T22:59:17.828+08:00

Today was surety signing; my uncle tried booking breakfast at Rochester (he says it's really decent) but they don't open saturday breakfasts, so my mum happily suggested borders bistro! Second time in a month and I'm not bored yet, because there's Paperchase right outside (: Because it was shopping day (which is practically every day), I grabbed adorable leather-bound lined journals in pink,

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-31932715112734385442008-06-27T15:59:00.010+08:002008-06-27T19:10:39.745+08:00

Happy Nineteenth Su-Mae (: I'm going to type the whole weekend down, just so I don't forget anything. I anticipate it sounding slightly stilted though, because I've never really done a breakdown of a happy time before, only boring things like my thoughts and introspections. But this is important(: Needless to say, tanneh and myself enjoyed ourselves looking for smoot's presents, shopping at sales

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-87245919796011072492008-06-23T22:50:00.006+08:002008-06-24T00:22:54.965+08:00

More will come... But as for now: :) The most wonderful time since a while! (:- - [edit] 1131pmit's getting close to midnight but I just thought that if I don't get this down I'll forget the feeling.Having been asked to give the RG sec4s a short talk about surviving JC life made me think, and hard. I did survive it, we survived it, some with more battle scars than others, but it's over and gone,

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-74128985131394082972008-06-22T13:00:00.000+08:002008-06-26T22:04:58.857+08:00

you're on the other side of the world to me. -"ms. tham, why does he have that scar?""He was kissed by a dragon, but don't tell him I told." "ms. tham, will you be getting married?""But these things take time.""But you do love him, don't you?""Should we only marry when we're in love?Then yes, I do.""But, then..how do you know?"

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-86658665247710454662008-06-20T22:13:00.006+08:002008-06-22T17:50:28.737+08:00

My heart is beating quickly. It has a lot to do with the department tutor's introductory letter to the Year 1s, as well as little specimens of some of my new course-mates' strenuous intellect.I have also received some instructions to have "read Milton's Paradise Lost" before term starts. Or having been assigned a tutor for fortnightly tutorials, who will then "discuss" my essays, or else dissect

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-20882245685039881592008-06-18T14:07:00.001+08:002008-06-18T14:09:57.083+08:00

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-32371507976823045052008-06-14T13:49:00.004+08:002008-06-14T14:54:51.767+08:00

By street artist Nemo on Rue PirandelloI don't know why, but I loved this street art the moment I saw it featured in Time. The red umbrella, the trenched shadow and the cats fleeing down the stairs; radical.-I have a problem: to Mac or not to Mac. Well, that isn't really a problem considering I've already decided eons ago I was Mac-ing. Then my uncle tried to talk me out of it for almost an hour

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-72411379432299262772008-06-12T11:15:00.004+08:002008-06-12T12:00:46.178+08:00

The psyche of the mob is a terrifying thing.When I saw the candle vigils on the news, I wondered what horrific feat the government committed to induce such herd-like discontent among people who actually have better things to do.The last time it was protests on military rule, something relatively noble and powerful.This time, its about beef. Look how far we've come. Unhappy with the govt's

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-40848710802848354362008-06-10T16:03:00.010+08:002008-06-10T17:25:16.001+08:00

The Pump Room Clarke QuayI decided to give my people a treat of aussie brunch at clarke quay; the place was recommended by a food journalist / colleague, so it had to be good. And they had a buffet spread, which was worthy of the price of admission by itself, as well as a choice of a main dish. Cheese spread: the usuals Farmer's loaf with dips The dips were really good. My favs were the

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-15219348710742170852008-06-09T10:03:00.000+08:002008-06-09T10:21:12.300+08:00

go Here!Buy the 'Chermaine'. It's nice. (:

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-48165314337003349812008-06-07T10:33:00.003+08:002008-06-07T11:28:30.625+08:00

The dark corners of the human mind are often disturbing when confronted head on, so I choose instead to take an indirect route.Life has shown me it is best and wonderful and full of magical fairies, but that I will never be addicted. So I can dance along the void deck, or lose myself in the moving mass of a crushed crowded Orchard boulevard, and it wouldn't make a difference.It is a little of

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-83873404072241261622008-06-05T10:19:00.005+08:002008-06-05T13:23:51.476+08:00

Winter / Fall Season PeeksWas discussing trends with Genevieve, and I have come to the conclusion that I am a very boring dresser, in that I don't accessorize, bright colours scare me, and I don't like bangles. I just don't like them, they impair my hand movements. I love the bronzes, greys, dull golds. She thinks I'm going to fade into the background, and I'll probably have no friends, because

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-52743272424699361222008-06-02T10:17:00.005+08:002008-06-02T10:38:27.204+08:00

The description by Rand is pretty uncanny, and it sounds like the place I worked for a while. If exaggerated.The Banner, a great publishing paper of the days, presentedmurder, arson, rape, corruption - with an appropriate moral against each. There were three columns of detail to one stick of moral. "If you make people perform a noble duty, it bores them. If you make them indulge themselves, it

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-85173129592265593522008-05-29T19:43:00.005+08:002008-05-29T20:43:45.747+08:00

Have been pretty blissful watching Ellen dance terribly over her settee table, and Martha Stewart (who annoys me) make "an amazing hot cross bun". The fun comes when I'm watching her Everyday Food programme (I love it, it's totally cool), and Curtis Stone's Surfing Up a Menu, which makes me want to go Australia all over again. (maybe yi jing will host me :) )Discovered this yoghurt dessert at

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-2302022574391267332008-05-27T10:33:00.003+08:002008-05-27T11:44:54.659+08:00

Short update.I don't have much to say. But the cosmic circus that rollicked by my atmosphere inveigled me to type something. And even that is better than wasting time chasing cars around my mind.So typing I am. It's practically blank verse, terrible poetry in the making. There is no rhyme, almost no reason, but it means something, it unfolds some understanding within the recesses of my heart, so

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-77161797032953126542008-05-26T16:33:00.003+08:002008-05-26T17:47:31.333+08:00

I have freedom for the first time since after As. Don't think I can get used to this actually, I am just itching to do something, a most unfortunate feeling. Then again, me alone at home watching dvds aren't all bad. I finally watched Ironman and P.S.Nothing much to say about ironman. Just another of my brother's "that was wayyy sick" shows.P.S. I love you was so painful in the heart-constricting

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-1836822734876089352008-05-23T20:54:00.005+08:002008-05-23T21:13:22.665+08:00

of flowers, and friends, and farewells. My favourite girls...I have only just met new-girl xin tian, my kayaking mentorand who shall discuss Coach scarves with me, other than cheryl..and swan said she missed me already, and I miss her a whole lot too ): cheryl and my editor (:I guess I'll do a final summary of 2 months plus of internship soon rather than now. I don't think I could ever forget an

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-84640684692744773102008-05-22T08:51:00.009+08:002008-05-22T09:30:06.744+08:00

Much to update, and only so little time, so I shall wait for my last day of work to reflect on the weeks gone by with the wonderful interns who have became fast friends, and the cool supes I will miss dreadfully. Just a random thought: I realise that people can search so long and hard for good friends to connect with, throughout their schooling days and even into adulthood. And so its amazing

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-7540736623527727992008-05-16T11:40:00.003+08:002008-05-23T20:54:17.747+08:00

Last saturday was martin's surprise birthday party.A few class girls, and soccer boys overload. But we had some fun nonetheless (:Happy belated birthday martin!(I think there are way to many soccerboy-kissing-other-soccerboy pictures. :x )-Also, I saw cheryl / muddy's blogpost a while back."On the way back from macRitchie, met chermaine on the bus. In her words, she's going to follow her heart,

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"So just to confirm this, you will be rejecting us?"I have just and am feeling the chill of rejecting a scholarship, a coverted one.It doesn't feel right, and I'm scared.

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"At this moment there are six billion, five-hundred and two million, eight hundred and sixty seven thousand one hundred and twenty people in the world - give or take a few. And sometimes all you need is one. For better or for worse.”Lucas Scott 1treehill

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rantfacebook is really one of a kind.It suits the mellenials perfectly: self-celebratory, if not slighty smug. And it's, well, disturbing how we seem to believe that our world needs to know what we're doing / feeling at the exact hour, almost as if not proclaiming it would make it less real.It's sad how we can't find some peace with ourselves, but need constantly to gain the recognition and, if I

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alumni _ the processat ocbc dance studio cg and verniePractising real hard zhixu's ticklish on the massage chair PAM (and tiramisu) visits -Dance Nightchinese and modern alumni rooms - our swansong

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Kozy Korner [I] On yonder there is one small spaceThat fell out of theSky, landed in HVAnd turned, neatly nicely, into a little corner That is where I go toMy lovely.Where the crowds melt and shadows flirtAcross tables The air shuddersThe drinks are tepidThe salad is humid-witheredBut what do I care, why shall I care BecauseThe company is perfect.It is a blank hole cut from the universe.A cosmic

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dancenight2008

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My commentary's up on today's NP...Hope it does her some justice.

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It's the morning after everything has dawned and I'm about to be late/The sun here on my left and that piano on the right is my date/It's a major minor detail/It's a soiltary sequel/To never knowing anything at allSondre Lerche- Food and suchthaiexpress Vernus came to visit me after her interview yesterday. Which was perfect because I was going brain-dead in the office, somewhere around 4pm.The

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My internet at home is down. I'm doing the unimaginable and typing this during office hours ):Dance concert's coming up in 4 days time, and I carelessly slit my knee over the weekend. It might need stitches, but I think I can weather this with lots of disinfectant and plasters.But I'm worried, nonetheless.I owe suwan birthdaybash photos. Sorry!

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is that You, Jesus? "So to keep me from being too conceited by the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given to me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from being too conceited. Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I

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16We are friends, yes?Friends who catch up, like it's a race to the finish line.Friends who chill out, like they are overheated, overtaxed with Friendliness.Trite, some of the things we say. They don't mean anything, exceptI've missed you, and your voice. It's been too quiet in your hemisphere. How are you, really, and can you tell if I've changed? Is the air better over where you are, and do you

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I find that the longer this thing's left unsaid, the greater it grows. So on days like these, when eloquence and anger are all we have, any coherence becomes a little too thoughtful.The thing is, we never learn.We never learn that being true to oneself is one of the most powerful condemnation of the status quo.That being powerfully convinced in one's chosen direction makes us more secure, more

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Last sunday: Baking at smoot's Lunch. baking. eastcoast blading. pizzaOne of the nicest things about growing older is when you get driven by a friend. Smoot driving the comfy merc was just surreal, completely out of the world. It was really good driving cos she didn't look at all nervous. I was just in awe, really. I have finally, with all help from smoot and her mum, baked real cupcakes from

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The PILLOWMANI don't believe comedies come any blacker than this play. I spent almost 3 hrs with dialogue so uncompromisingly dark I wondered why I put myself through that.Undoubtedly, the most impressive bit was the one with the prog's mentally defective brother Michal. The acting was incredible, there was such innocence and such ugliness in him. I don't think I have seen the like. -Also, you

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if self is a location,so is love.seamus heaney

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Food RecordsMore jellyhearts.My colleagues have been asking for the contact number. I really should be getting commission.-Lunch with vernus at the renovated j8 Food Junction.The minimum price of any dish was $3.50. Inflation really hurts.vernie's hotpot $6.50jap omelette. $5.20(basically egg, rice, and 5 pieces of veg)yamiyoghurt doubleThis is one thing about family - you always have to

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view from the window'ORANGES are not the only FRUIT'I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. This is not fancy.If a potter has an idea, she makes it into a pot, and it exists beyond her, in its own separate life. She uses a physical substance to display her thoughts. If I use a metaphysical substance to

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StepUp2: TheStreetsContinuing the StepUp tradition with vernus after work monday.Also, our first time eating that Shiling taiwan snacks. We didn't try their famous fried chicken though, it looked evil.Secretly thrilled at the awesome elevation from the male lead's solo.If I were a guy, that would be the sole reason for living. A double turn, mid-air. And I can fall in love right there. Lyrical

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Work has been nice. I've hit page1s, and enjoyed the articles I get to write. Tea breaks are my fav, walking up to the cafeteria for hot mocha in the freezing newsroom, walking down with swan and aditi for my irish cream coffee iceblended at the bubbletea place.Covering the Wedding Planner eventCivil Defence Skills Competition winning taupok // spinelli's chez ham toast // jellyhearts as page1

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Baking Ambition1#2#3#Then I can be just like pam!-EARTH HOUR 2008 was torture. The family was whining at me the Tyrant. We got through it fine.The darkness was depressing, but it took my mind off my sliced sole (it sounds worse than it is). It hurt pretty badly, I don't know why.My brother called me the lord of the land and slavedriver of the sea; all I asked for was a glass of milk.But I gave

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stopAnd stay. To collect the happynessTo recollect and remain thankful.No matter who I face, what I face.That there was more than this;There is more than this.where to, blue shoe

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"If My people will humble themselvesand pray, and search for Me,and turn from their wicked ways,I will hear them from heaven and forgive their sinsand heal their land."2 Chronicles 7:14-swensens dinner / year-overdue meetup Welcome back smoot.The chiasumae gap in my universe has been filled ;)

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One of the better things about journalism is doing interviews!My first ever was with yarets vladimir, this grandfatherly russian trying to set a world record- the first deaf-mute to circumnavigate the globe.Met rae in rj!She's doing well after bmt, and she can do guy pushups now (:for Mr S,. when me and char visited before work.It was so nice seeing him again, and mr koh and mr mc and ms lawHappy

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sometimesjust sometimesi think things become so unfairso ugly and unfairand i want to start shouting at something.-this is not the way it is supposed to besome part of me knows it hurtscos i know what it's likeWhen you love somethingEvery time a bit of it slips awayYou lose a little of yourself

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I was drawn to the novena window display, but knowing it will be awkward to stop and stare, to disturb the flow of people; sometimes it's in trying to mimic the sense of purpose of the people bound for destinations that gets to me, people who could 'draw up an itinerary of their futures', and tenaciously receive clipped instructions from their walkie-talkie handphones.I will see people glance up

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Admittedly things haven't really changed much these months. I am still hard at work, now chugging night shifts when I can't get my articles done. Still watching people and book shopping. Still keeping up with performing and organising concert things. It's an almost-carbon copy of junior college. Even meeting new people has always been part of the job, and aside from the occasional "I Just Spoke

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Letter to a Young Law Student (click for the full article) Don't go to law school: But if you must, take my advice.By Dahlia Lithwick"All this advice is probably extreme and excessive.Your parents will probably set my house on fire for providing it.But read it anyhow. And think about it."Some small fraction of every class is comprised of people destined to take the legal world by storm. These are

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The End I think the big question is:when did I start relying on my girls' imploding energy and ebullience and sparkly life to pull me through my aging (hawhaw).More often than not, I catch bits of gossip about irascible bosses, some other little things that normally lie dormant, but can suddenly irrupt into the conscious mind and produce the most unexpected train of thought. Teaching is a whole

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I am a boring person. That means I like marginally boring things - Kafka, US politics (democrats), Singaporean short stories /colonialism (Baratham, thanks to shawn's intro), Cyril Wong's lyricism and the origins of language.Alright, now that its been said and done. During an observatory lesson, Ms Emily Koh mentioned the power of Martin Luther's speech within the context of an arthur miller play

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-The Lord will fulfill His Purpose for me;Your love, O Lord, endures forever.Psalm 138:8-Amen. [edit]Me and mummy celebrated by dashing to o'briens for late lunch and juice, grabbed dvds (thequeen, theprestige, Be Cool etc) from video ezy, sped to coldstorage for 5 tubs of haagen dazs, and raced home with intermittent yays and fervent prayers of thanks. Reading the testimonial was actually my

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2 marymagdelene -2 saint joan

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The Remains of the DayKazuo IshiguroThis Booker Prize-winner is quite an extraordinary book.After going through it, the narrative reveals added layers that somehow exudes the dignity of speech that so perfectly characterises British household servants. Between unaffected lines lies a quiet narrative of a butler, struggling to comprehend the new social order, confronting the realisation that

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straitskitchen! buffet First course wonderful duck. dessert counter the friendship muahchee / Bernard's ice pamelo mango wonder (: stuffed, beached, drowsy.

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Happy leaping.This day's extra special.and here's to the family.. to the past and our crazy fun and our frenetic freedom.me/ sister/ cousin-in-US/ brotherme (with the huge Corduroys)/ cherubic brother/ sister (with the matching tees)/ brother's girlfriend

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"Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."This novel focuses on the stories of the immigrant Gursky, and a precocious teen Alma. Confusing at first, it slowly converges into a history of survival, visibility and the terrible sadness when we 'collect the world in small handfuls'. Very nice read.Krauss says, and I

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Today, my class was obsessed with the End of the World.They asked for my take on the world's impending doom come 2012 (so my class softballer claims), and I really wonder if I should have provided a geographical, theological, fantastical or spiritual perspective. So I procured all, and rather unsatisfactorily on hindsight. I recall a terrified student sitting motionless (an incredible control of

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Happy birthday mei (:21st febShe looks roasted from acjc's orientation campfire. I still have yet to get her presents, but I can't find any other Prints outlets except for raffles city, which is only convenient on dance prac days.[ Zhixu(: - if you're reading this - my neck muscles are aching. Still. Even now. and my san-dao-wan still cannot make it. ]I'm going to bed; tomorrow is another circus

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Brio's at Grand Copthorne Highly recommended buffetplace assorted cheese:blue, livarot, Boursin cheeses. farmers loafSeafood prawn with shallot and red wine dressingWestern eggplant lasagna with bolognaise saucebraised duck with dried orange and almondslamb kofta with raita sauceDessert counter Fraisier cakechocolate raspberry truffle vanilla bavaroise fondueher strawberry ice cream (:

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Saturday's potential for a Good Day was high, considering the emotionally mauled state I was in on friday, what with the dream friday night, resulting in my waking up exhausted.The chinese dancers met up to visit mdm ong, but I went to visit wally instead. I was half expecting him bedridden and drowsy after being pumped with painkillers, but he looked alright, thank God. Peck and rayner kept up

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I wanted to meet up again, but there are so many people i haven't seen for months on end. It's home for vday. (: As a teacher, and more or less on the receiving end of presents, it was really nice to get some chocs, hugs, handshakes, sweets from my girls. The class was an insane zoo of red helium balloons and flowers, like a double dosage of valentines. I also didn't expect matthew to specially

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Happy Valentines Day!

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PAOLO NUTINI: LAST REQUEST-Remember its just you and me.don't sell out. Bow out.Remember how this used to be. I just want you closer,is that alright? Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere,but - one last time, let's go there.

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I have belatedly realised that I should get around to turning the page of the year 07, and move forward. I wanted to leave this to my birthday, but that came and went. Now it's chinese new year, and while I'm fidgety and a little uneasy about reevaluation and reflection, it should be done, if only so that it can Rest in Peace, from here on.So I glance through the pages of those days, grimace at

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soupspoon rafflescity chijmes tcc with my box of loves.There was one tall, big American who came up to me and asked for a donut. I declined (as graciously as any decline possibly can), half expecting him to wrestle one away (donuts bring out the worst in people, especially donuts from this factory.) His friend, equally tall and large, asked for another. I protected my donuts, as any

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Last LengthI already know the ending to the story, yet its bittersweet results only came days ago. And while I cannot give whoops of triumph, run screaming through halls, the subdued feeling that I have harboured without my knowledge has been tempered. God has thrown me a lifeline - another affirmation to start believing in myself again. To recognise that a failure does not make me one. That one

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the plump yellow arrow turned right,waylaid by good intentions asi try to reconnect. with you. again.i pretendthe speckled obdurate concrete is my beachand feel the pink in me preening.i amthe observerof your genuflection that leaves a sad ringing in my heada bitter taste in my mouthhalf-tears in my eyesi amthe lifeguardwho watches a drowning friable shadow of a personcoming apart with gossip /

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School Celebrations: CNYGuilty of paying attention only when my girls appear on stage, but I enjoyed their segments immensely. angel and yuetong modern dance girls: punitha, naseeb, cassandra. chinese dancers: isabella, joyee, lynette, felicia Yvette, yujunThis really makes me smile. fudge brownie from Brownie Factory, from the HOD. Off I go for my reunion dinner. I will love this one.

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Ethan FromeEdith WhartonA beautifully untypical novella that left me in mute misery, a long while after the black ending closed. It's wonderful because it is so concise, cutting, atmospherically apt. Powerfully short. At end, the realist in me can accept the final, perhaps only escape for the heroes, one like a Shakespearean tragedy. One of my favourites, easily.

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-65112499335802483422008-02-03T21:49:00.000+08:002008-02-03T21:51:24.058+08:00

out of the blue, i feel suspended, totally caught by a sudden, friendless inertia that I don't care to change.Then i get calls from long-ago friends (I graduated a month ago you see), and others just pop up like a celebrated rodent from those arcade games that require you to hammer them back down.Hi, we're here, and you're still alive. So am I.It's amazing how connected we end up being, and how

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-15346109584653648212008-02-02T11:34:00.000+08:002008-02-02T13:07:43.410+08:00

My day's plansA wonderful afternoon of cool air, egg whitebreads, and friends of different sizes. My senior sent Jazz Fusion by Caron, Ecay, Lockwood. Most of the tracks drip jazz subtlety without any pompous, extravagant improvisations. Very fragile, yet powerful stuff. It is quite a treat from classroom chatter, or the mechanic buzz of tv. Girls, let's really go timbre for our next time.

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-76775928067014372402008-01-31T13:48:00.001+08:002008-01-31T14:09:18.030+08:00

The fourth week has gone by, and the gangsters at the back of my class have become almost friends. They copy their notes, snort loudly and speak gangster-speak, yet I can't help but laugh with them when they tell those lame chinese-eng jokes that remind me so much of primary school.I use the plastic neonpink pencilcase smoot gave me for v-day, and so there's a "cher" on it, big and bold. Imagine

cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10474045633352536466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031525.post-46072622071456404462008-01-29T14:09:00.000+08:002008-01-29T18:35:13.270+08:00

My Shuffled Music Life 20071. Open your library (iTunes, Media Player, iPod)2. Put it on shuffle3. Press play4. For every question, type the song that's playing5. When you go to a new question, press the next button6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool!OPENING CREDITS: Sing - The CarpentersSing a song.Make it simple to last your whole life long.Don't worry that its not good enough for

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