tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53513492011-07-08T22:02:36.094+08:00Why do you believe that there is a cable attached to the lift whenever you step into it?nayrakroarualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460986206304184214noreply@blogger.comBlogger5531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351349.post-20564168312440952602010-05-01T00:40:00.002+08:002010-05-01T00:41:15.866+08:00

And with this, my six hundredth and thirtieth post, I am finally going to do what I've been trying to get the guts to do for the past three years.move.Goodbye, world. :)

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Be careful little eyes what you seeIt's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the stringsBe careful little feet where you goFor it's the little feet behind you that are sure to followIt's a slow fade when you give yourself awayIt's a slow fade when black and white have turned to grayThoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paidWhen you give yourself awayPeople never

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And does it not seem hard to you,When all the sky is clear and blue,And I should like so much to play,To have to go to school by day?

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Hmm, I realised that my last post came out sounding a lot more emo than I was, actually, HAHA. Oh well. I bet that's why you get all these angsty teenagers on blogs... the whole blogging environment just makes everything sound super emo.Happy birthday! (:

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thingsweforget.One of the things we often forget are the people who are most important to us.To think too much about ourselves and forget the people who are really important, the people who actually matter.I regret not going. I should have gone. *shakes head* Disgusted with self. God...I'm sorry. Let her know I'm sorry, please."And she made a vow to herself, saying that she would never again say

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This life is Yours and hope is risingAs Your glory floods our heartsLet love tear down these wallsThat all creation wouldCome back to YouIt’s all for You

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Walls. I hate walls.

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I miss a shot by about a mile. (Literally. I was aiming to the cupboard directly in front of me, but somehow manage to hit Papa, who was sitting at the table almost directly to my right.)David: "See, this is why girls weren't meant to hold guns."me: "Oh yeah?? You wanna say that again? Huh? Huh?" (now pointing gun at him)David: (jumps out of chair) "Oh yeah? Oh yeah?! YOU WAIT! I'M GONNA GET MY

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Raining. It was raining, a heavy, steady rain - not a drizzle, not a downpour, just rain. For longer than one would expect in this climate, longer than one would expect after the past week, dry as it was.Ten kilometers alone. Odd isn't it, it wasn't till I stepped into the crowded, somewhat noisy room that I felt lonely.=)

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I'm upstairs at the Reading Room, sitting in the corner. I'm online because I have (had, actually) no idea when the English Renaissance was (~ 1500-1650). I'm blogging because I don't feel like actually doing any substantial work.When something huge happens, you expect to remember it. It's no surprise when the next time you arrive at, say, the Olympic stadium where you won a silver medal, you'll

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7 Steps to Completing a Class Assignment1. Realise that you have an assignment due.2. Check what the assignment is about.3. Complain to your friends about the assignment.4. Think about doing the assignment.5. Try to do the assignment.(This usually leads back to step 3)6. Think about the assignment again.(This usually leads back to step 3)7. Actually do the assignment.(This also usually leads back

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=)

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They say, "Wait."Sometimes it feels like there's a sell-by date that everyone's gearing towards. We avoid talking about it and no one ever actually calls it that, but is that not what it is? Now we've entered uni, the pressure just keeps building on. Find a partner, get attached, get attached.And then you graduate and start working, and there's a different pressure - get married, get married.Yet,

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Sometimes you think, "Wow, this person is really nice." And you think you're gonna be really good friends with the person.But sometimes you realise that you can't trust that person. Not that the person is deceptive or scheming or whatever. But simply that you cannot trust that person to remain your friend. And that sucks.

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So Valentine's Day was pretty good, aside from the fact that everyone is so absolutely needlessly annoyingly promiscuous. There this one scene when Emma Roberts talks to her grandparents about the fact that she and her boyfriend were planning to have sex during their lunch break that Valentine's Day. And she says something about how she had hoped that this would forge this special bond between

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2."Not sure if I'll go for it la."-raises brows-"Well...not sure if I'll even get it."-laughs- "Aiyah..." (If you don't get it, nobody will. -.-)1."It's for the whole of June, right?""Yeap!""But aren't you doing an internship these holidays?""Yeah, well, but I calculated and it fitsjust nice, 3 weeks before and 3 weeks after, so I can do both.""Oh, okay." (But this means that..)"But it would mean

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Rushing and racing and running in circlesMoving so fast I'm forgetting my purposeBlur of the traffic is sending me spinningGetting nowhereMy head and my heart are colliding chaoticPace of the world I just wish I could stop itTry to appear like I've got it togetherI'm falling apartSave meSomebody take my hand and lead meSlow me downDon't let love pass me byJust show me howCause I'm ready to

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Everyone acts in a certain way so as to be perceived in a certain way. You do it, I do it, we all do it, whether we like it or not.But some people act more than others. Some people always say things that they do not mean, or pretend to be one way when they are actually really something else. Often, people act as if they are knowledgeable even though they are not, or they pretend to be indifferent

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It's probably a bad thing that I mostly blog during class. Lol.Virtue and Leadership is a really interesting module, though. But I think that a lot of the issues that we discuss link back to a few key problems, which arise because people are unpredictable and diverse and they do lots of stupid things.=/But still. It's pretty interesting. Turning out to be one of my favourite modules, actually,

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It's been a while since I was here.A while, mostly because I've been really busy.Not that I'm not busy at the moment. Seeing as how I'm in Irony class, listening to Andrea and Yongming's presentation.By the way, it's pretty good. I think they put a lot of work into it.Head feels like it's swimming in a sea of fog. Maybe I should skip BSF tonight.

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Think I'll be closing this blog down soon. When I can finally find the time to copy the posts onto microsoft so that I'll feel alright deleting the whole blog.The whole point that keeps me posting is to be able to say things to people that I can't say in real life. But then I realise that it means people who are not meant to see them can see it, and there's no way of being sure the people who

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See 5:42 - 6:23 =)Pierre: "Are you alright?"Caitlin: "Would YOU be alright if you were me and you had to have a cotillion? Don't lie. It's like everyone here is a beautiful swan and BOOM I'm the fat ugly duckling."Pierre: "Sweetie, you don't want a cotillion, why don't you just ask your parents to call it off."Caitlin: (stares across the floor at Morgan dancing) "I'd want one if I could move like

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Haha! Realised something else. It probably helps that the girl's name (the one who died. that he was still hurting over even after 2 years) was Laura. LOL.

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Feels like I've been studying for YEARS.(Well, okay, technically that's true. But technicality isn't the point here.)Haven't studied properly since wednesday. %#&@*! Sigh. It sucks to have all your exams crammed together, but I think I'd better make sure my next sem's exams aren't too spread out, either, or I'll just fail the last couple (like EL1101 this sem. Heh).One of the reasons why Just

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And PAPER THREE IS OVER.Think I'd feel more relieved if I didn't think it sucks so so so much in comparison to paper 1 and 2, but I do think it sucks so oh well.But anyway.IT IS FINISHED.=)

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Coming into uni was very different because I was in the whole orientation mode again, ready to meet people and befriend the world. But after quite a short while I closed myself off pretty solidly, and totally didn't care about making new friends and stuff.Hmm. Funny, I'd realised quite a long time back that I'd chosen to sell my soul to USP. But I never realised how - for lack of better word in

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Choices, choices.Life is characterized by choices, isn't it? Seems like my whole life has been a string of choices - some good, some bad, most of them really difficult at the time, and pretty simple in retrospect. I remember choosing secondary school options in p6. I still wonder what it'd have been like if I'd chosen to appeal into RGSS. Knowing that I'd probably have gotten in, but that for

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First time I walked back by myself so late. It was a little scary, because it was so quiet - no cars at all, which was something I wasn't that used to. It was nice and peaceful, in a way, though seeing the park lights off really made me realise how late it was. Lol.I calculated that in the past 10 days, I have spent approximately 5 hours really studying.So doomed for exams. Sigh.But yes. I refuse

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It was really nice to swing and talk and just be for a while. =) Some friends are just ...blessings.~Despite everything, and all this time, you're still one of my best friends, and I'm really glad we met. Haha.Sorry I was rather out of it last night. Think I might've been pretty preoccupied and broody. I still had a lot of fun, though, and I hope I didn't ruin your night =PDon't suppose I'll get

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performed and written by Jon Foreman and Molly Jenson.When they told me the song was good, I was a little skeptical. And the verse is okay.. But the chorus, I really like the chorus. Last night I had a dream That we fell in love under moonlight You and I will always touch But the morning came too soon I woke up without you And if you want me Why do you look the other way? If you need

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2 movies in 2 days make for a lot of slacking time. =/ But I guess I'm still pretty glad I managed to catch My Sister's Keeper, even though it made me cry so much that my eyes were swollen for the next 24 hours (I kid you not. They only started going back to normal in the early afternoon today).500 Days Of Summer was pretty good too, although, to quote HaiWei, it was very "familiar." A major plus

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There are currently 3 main words that strike unhappiness, fear and mild panic in my heart at the moment.PAPER.THREE.MOTIVE.-------------*screams*-------------So anyway, yesterday's USC Halloween was really fun! It was nice just chilling in Chatter, eating extra salty chips and nice chocolate brownies and watching Chucky or playing Guitar Heroes (not that I actually did the last two activities,

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Me: hiGod:Hello. What is your name?Me: laura.God: That's a very nice name, laura.Me: thank you.God:you are quite welcome. Me: where do you live?God:I live inside a computer. Where are you?Me: outside the computer.God:Compare that to inside the computer.Me: i'm trying.God:Do you mind if I tell other people you are trying. Me: actually, yes.God:You don't say.Me: sorry.God:There's no need to

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Feel SO much better after the run.(bad feeling not entirely disappeared, but trying not to let anything bother me.)=) Thank you God for Mummy. And for endorphins. =)Happy days are made by happy people. Happy people are made by choice.

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Somewhere over the rainbowskies are blueand the dreams that you dare to dream really do come trueWe want more than this world's got to offerWe want more than the wars of our fathersAnd everything inside screams for second lifeWe were meant to live for so much moreHave we lost ourselves? I am hanging on every word you sayAnd even if you don't want to speak tonightThat's alright, alright with

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Life or death.Obedience or disobedience.Hope or despair.It all comes down to a simple choice in the end.Which have you chosen? Which are you choosing?

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Hello world, hope you're listeningforgive me if I'm young, speaking out of turnThere's someone I've been missingI think that they could be the better half of meThey're in the wrong place trying to make it rightBut I'm tired of justifyingso I say to youCome home, come homeCos I've been waiting for you for So long, so longRight now there's a war between the vanitiesBut all I see is you and meAnd

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Seek ye first the kingdom of GodAnd all these things will be added unto youWe walk by faith, not by sightTreasure the word, live in your lightFor all you ask Is all of meMy finest God I bringAll that I have is from your handTo you my God I singI am ready for a miracleI'm expecting a miracleThat the house of GodWill be gloriousAnd the world will seeEvery harvest starts with a seed of faithSee the

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Soooo need to mug.Really glad for my BSF group. =) YayReally glad for Dom Yeo. =) YaySoooo need to mug.

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Are you tired of chasing pretty rainbows?Are you tired of spinning round and round?Wrap up all those shattered dreams of your lifeAnd at the feet of Jesus lay them down.He never said you'd only see sunshineHe never said there'd be no rainHe only promised a heart full of singingAbout the very thing that once brought pain.Haha I was pretty emo this entire week. Reached a climax about midweek, it

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i wonder if blogging is supposed to help (since ice cream evidently no longer does so). haha. have this feeling it's compounding the problem! :PSeriously though, I think all the Psych Research experiments I've been doing have a detrimental effect on my emotional state! Now every time I'm hungry/not hungry (i.e., all the time) I'll think that it's an effect of anxiety! Or sweating (hot) or

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Hmm. I think I should stop posting such emo posts. Lol.Today (yesterday) was a lot better than Monday. But then Monday kinda sucked.Got back Paper 1. =) Thank you, God. =)Forgot to bring the lecture notes I'd printed for EL. Good job, laura.Lunch.Studied in Reading Room.Read 1984. It is depressing.Chatted with Marvin, Kiera and JingMin. =)Tuition. Almost fell asleep again. Realised it's less than

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laugh. cry. scream. shout. smash something.do nothing at all....will you hate me after all this?

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In this chapter, you will learn that:- Marital satisfaction increases as one moves up the class structure, where divorce laws are liberal, when teenage children leave the home, in families where housework is shared equally, and among spouses who enjoy satisfying sexual relations..Soooo, marital satisfaction increases with the ability to divorce? And when you get rid of the children? Wow, that's

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Go study, Laura.

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Hello again. Guess where I am?That's right. Exactly where I was this time two weeks ago, give or take a few computers. Haha. I was going fine, but my laptop died so I have no way of working on my paper 1. =( Boo. So I'll have to skip soci, and probably come back to school after tuition, after all. Rawrrr.New tutor this week. This one's a little cooler - still has a heavy hongkong accent, but less

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Good morning, God! =)Yayy today's a beautiful day =) Thank you for this day, Lord! May I live for your glory, letting your will be done in my life today! Yay =)love, laura

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In a nutshell:Life rocks.Life sucks.School sucks.School rocks.And it's always complicated.---Sprained my ankle during netball, don't think I can play floorball tomorrow DARN IT. Although it actually is healing really well, I think I'll be able to walk normally in a day or two, maybe even tomorrow! *crosses fingers*The USP IFG netballers really rock though. Love them to the max, honestly. And all

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Really really quick post before dinner.Coming home today after tuition was pretty fun. Popped into Mama's room and saw her cutting up some cloth. So I asked her what she was doing - probably some stuff to sell for church fundraising or something of that sort. She said, "I'm making baby booties!" (Baby booties being those cute little cloth shoes that babies wear to keep their feet from being cut

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In psych stats tutorial now. It's probably not a good idea to have it in the com lab. I'd actually be following the class, but I have no idea how to get to the webpage the tutor is on. Lol. Whatever.Wondering if this is really what I want to do with my life. Because it seems like I'm gonna have to choose between keeping up with my schoolwork and doing other (fun, meaningful) stuff, like IFG or

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Everyone's a lost romantic,Since our love became a kissing showEveryone's a Casanova,Come and pass me the mistletoeEveryone's been scared to death of dying here aloneShe is easier than loveIs easier than lifeIt's easier to fake and smile and bribeIt's easier to leaveIt's easier to lieIt's harder to face ourselves at nightFeeling alone,What have we done?What is the monster we've become?I need to

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Well. D&D was fun.And now, we are free to get down to studying! I'm curiously relieved at that prospect.Although, considering that I basically wasted my entire Saturday today... Heh.And yet I shall waste a bit more time blogging about D&D. But hey, after all that work, it deserves a little more wasted time than it has already claimed, I suppose.So, rehearsal on thursday was fun. Cabbed from

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I should really be sleeping.So anyway, I'm currently indebted to a lot of people. Whom I can never pay back because they've really done so much for me and anyway that's not how friendships work. But yeah. Phoebe is an AWESOME friend I tell you. She has saved me dunno how many times already this sem alone! And it's only week 2. Thank you, God. PHOEBE IF YOU SEE THIS I LOVE YOU MEGA MEGA MUCH! *hug

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When death like a gypsyComes to steal what I loveI will still look to the heavensI will still seek your faceBut I fear you aren't listeningBecause there are no wordsJust the stillness and the hungerFor a faith that assures

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Friend,All along I thoughtI was learning how to takeHow to bend not how to breakHow to laugh not how to cryBut reallyI've been learning how to dieI've been learning how to dieFirst week of school has been... hectic, to say the least. Already I find myself sliding into a lot of the university ruts that I promised myself I wouldn't fall into. The temptation to skip lectures is unbelievably strong!

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AHHHHH USC RAG DANCE =) =) =)

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Rag day was REALLY FUN!The floats were seriously awesome. And USP WON BEST FLOAT DESIGN (faculty/club category) !!! WHOOHOO!!! =D We were jumping up and down and screaming like mad when the emcee announced it hahaha =D yay!The hall floats were really really good. They were seriously in a whole different class from ours! My favourites were Eusoff's (they won best float design, hall category) and

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Just been reading through my old blog posts, and LOL I am an emo kid.Ugh. Bleargh. *shudder* HAHA

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WOMAN'S QUESTION (by Lena Lathrop)Do you know you have asked for the costliest thingEver made by the hand above?A woman's heart, and a woman's life--And a woman's wonderful love.Do you know you have asked for this priceless thingAs a child might ask for a toy?Demanding what others have died to winWith the reckless dash of a boy.You have written my lesson of duty out,Manlike, you have questioned

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Meant to update more but haven't had the time so I'll just leave it as it is.Love NUS USP people.Extremely blessed - got the modules I wanted.Rather confused. But think I know what I should do. Just not sure I have the guts to do it. Or the wisdom to say it properly.Hmm. Tired. =)So I arriveAt the conclusionLove isn't madeLove doesn't sell or payBut we buy and sellOur love awayDon't let the panic

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Okay so in a nutshell:NUS USP ROCKS.Especially my fantastic camp group Delphi! :DUSP camp was awesome!Day1:Heroes fashion show. Karyen and mr jamaica Haikel graciously volunteered to be dressed up. Not sure what Karyen started out as, since the guys were dressing her, but Haikel was originally supposed to be the sun. And then we decided that was unfeasible, and somehow changed the concept until

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MY GOSHHHHHI've been agonising for the past hour, trying to get first my mac, then my old pc to connect to the internet because SOMEBODY (brothers!!!! grrrrrrrrr) switched the internet cable to the xbox and so the whole internet screwed up.FINALLY Mum gave me permission to wake Daniel up. So I shook him awake, told him the problem. He walks outside, fiddles with the router for TWO SECONDS and

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It's been a while since we talked.Bet you've been talking to her, though.And yet somehow, it doesn't really seem to matter anymore.

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i don't wanna go for rag dance =( in fact i don't want to go out at all! i want to stay home and slack =( rawrrrr gonna be out til almost midnight tonight..realised, to my dismay, that my blog is only formatted for IE and mozilla firefox. that is to say that it doesn't quite fit on safari. but it's not TOO bad so oh well.also realised that alot of my bookmarks are gone. need to transfer them over

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I can't wait to finally get out and dance again! Going for USP RAG dance prac tmr. And ballet after that. Yayyyyyy!---During Sports camp HTHT:GuyA: AmberRest of zaizai: Amber going red or amber going green?GuyA: Amber going red.Rest of zaizai: Okok tell us! We help you :DGuyA: errrr... okay.. I've already told her I like her.Girls: How did you tell her?Guys: Does that matter?Girls: DUH! -.-

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sian.i'd pretty much reconciled myself to the idea that i couldn't go for campus crusade camp. but then they called and said that i could go. i was REALLY EXCITED man. like seriously. then, siannnnnn they called again, i can't go.whatever sia.ok, done ranting. i'm sleepy now. no mass convos tonight, so far. looks like the rest of zai zai has other stuff to do. haha.goodnight world. unforgiving,

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Sports Camp was really fun! While it lasted, anyway.Day 1 (Mon):tried out the different sports. archery was fun!netball was NOT fun. no rules, super UN-fun. *shudder*bball was quite fun. ZiWei is zai! (well, we're all Zai, but she's a zai bballer! haha)canoe polo was VERY FUN. i so want to join! haha even though i suck.the game where we jumped into the water and tried to collect the splash was

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stupid dilemma.Okay, no dilemma. It's clear cut. Obey your parents.But crap la I really want to go night cycling. This is stupid. Rawr.Haha. Oh well.I finished 3 scrapbook pages! Yayyy *very pleased* should have called David sooner though, he was upset when he realised I'd been scrapbooking without him. Mum complained that her life is wasting away (she spent the whole afternoon on one page).Whee!

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HELLO WORLD.I AM BACK.(:USA is amazing! Okay, Seattle is amazing! The suburbs where I was, anyway. The greenery was fantastic. Lots of beautiful flowers and trees everywhere. The beach. The garage sales (bought 6 puzzles for 75c total. XD) !!Lauren and Megan are puzzle fans too, by the way. Too bad they live 30 000 miles away, or I'd be able to ask them to come help me finish any 1000pc puzzles I

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i'm obsessed.i'm obsessed i'm obsessed i'm obsessed.DARN.~~me: it seems hard to love someone and only that one someone for the rest of your life.hw: maybe you just haven't fallen hard enough yet.me: i've fallen pretty hard, quite a few times. if i still haven't fallen hard enough yet, it's gonna hurt a lot when i do *wince*

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Somehow the next few days seem a little more bleak.

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Hmmm. Feeling kinda hungry now. And a little headachy (think it might be related to the hunger). Haha. I'm actually getting used to the feeling. Haven't eaten dinner for the past 3 days, I think.On wednesday I ate breakfast, and lunched with some other FMSS relief teachers (Helsa, Jac, Joel). After school went back home, grabbed a po-lor-pao and headed out for tuition again. Okay, so technically

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I think that I have learnt infinitely more from relief teaching than any (or all) of my students have learnt from my teaching.Isaiah 46:8 "..take it to heart, you rebels.."I've just realised how infinitely patient God is with us. Fifty minutes (what the heck, FIFTEEN minutes) in 1G make me scream and go all bad-mood and (sometimes) lash out at the kids. They openly defy, disobey, refuse to listen

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"Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you have seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and you wish that they were right there with you."```When it comes to relationships, people are always so scared of the what-if’s that they forget what is. They spend so much time thinking, “What if I get hurt?” and “What if

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So let Your Name be lifted higherbe lifted higherbe lifted higherYou are stronger, You are strongerSin is broken, You have saved meIt is written, Christ is risenJesus, You are Lord of allWorship this morning could've gone better. I guess it was my fault. I did mention I really thought the lights were too dim for worship, so today Amos told the ushers not to off the lights at all -.- At first,

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Bet my new diet is not gonna last. I already broke it 3 times (2 cookies and 1 biscuit) today. Haha. But it's rather fun. It's a fruit diet. i.e. I eat only fruits. Well, sorta. I drank carrot soup just now, but whatever. The problem is, we ran out of grapes (had them for dinner) and Mum just baked this absolutely delicious set of cookies last night.Boooooo. Why is it the house always fills up

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It's almost full moon tonight.And even though I know how very far apart we areIt helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright starAnd when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullabyIt helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big skySomewhere out there, someone's saying a prayer...~~~Haha. Still nothing from NTU. But considering the NUS letter took a week to travel about a

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It's so much more real with the application booklet and freshman guide in your hands.Anyway, no chance of appeal. Not if you didn't get called up for the selection test/interview.Hope is deadly.Felt like crying, snapped at Mum cos she kept saying stuff like, "So taking KI was really costly." and "So, you're applying for pyschology?" Like I haven't said ten thousand times that we are first

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WHoohoo! I should totally watch the x-men movies. Haha."It wasn't real.""It was real for me."OUCHHHHHHH hahahaha most painfullllll part of the entire moviebut awwwwww so sweet :)Hans and Daniel were rather amused that I spent so much time behind my hands. Even missed them chopping off the head of that guy haha.Shopping and talking w XinHui and Mich in the afternoon was really fun. =) Yay awesome

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Proverbs 19:21Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

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You have been offered Arts & Soc Sci in academic year 2009 - 2010.The details of the offer will be stated in the offer letter.Your letter of offer was sent on 30-Apr-2009.For acceptance of the NUS course that has been offered to you, please refer to the instructions enclosed in your offer package. ---Well. Sometimes we dream.

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Stupid NTU only emailed me TODAY about my writing test and interview tomorrow. So I had to blow of ACS pri last minute when I read the email at 1am.

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I haven't been blogging much lately. I guess haven't really felt there's much to say. Or maybe nothing's been happening. (Or too much. Haha. No, not too much..)I HATE the person who decided that skinny is the new beautiful. It takes all the fun out of eating. Ugh. =( Now when I eat I'm miserable. When I don't eat I'm also miserable. When I'm not exercising I'm miserable.. Booooo. And the worse

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And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand

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This was the worst week in a long, long time.Really glad it's over.Please, God, let next week be better =/

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Scheduled outage at 2:00AM PDT on Thursday (4/16)!So, I have to finish this in about an hour.Haha. No problems there.Ballet today was good. I was a lot weaker than previous lessons, though. Not sure whether it was cos I've been sick this week, but I was totally dying by the end of barre in the INTER class. =( And my pirouettes seem to be getting worse. I'm doing something totally wrong, I can

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Hmmm.Today was not the best day of my life.Completely screwed up the NTU interview. Absolutely completely.Nose is killing me. Now have a headache and, according to Mum, a fever, too.VJ dance rehearsal was just costume changes. So I travelled down for nothing.ButThank you God for not letting me sneeze or sniff for the ten minutes I was in the interview room! haha was praying like crazy that I

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My nose decided to run a marathon =( At the rate it's training, it'll get the finisher shirt in no time at all...

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Love,Love changes everything:Hands and faces,Earth and sky.Love,Love changes everything:How you live andHow you die.LoveWill turn your world around,And that worldWill last for ever.Yes, Love,Love changes everything,Brings you glory,Brings you shame.Nothing in theWorld will everBe the same.When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than

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Met Hui Shi and Li-Shan for the first time in AGES today. I'm so so glad! I'm really sorry I haven't kept in touch with them more. Especially Li-Shan, she's really grounded, you can tell. Like Phoe, except that I treasure Phoe a lot now, not just after we drifted then realised. Not that I didn't already know Li-Shan's an awesome friend. But still. I am sorry we drifted.Wow! Things have like

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It's getting to the point where I'm alternately really happy and interested, or irritated and touchy when I hear her name.

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It's funny to see 2 blogs on my dashboard now, instead of 3. Haha.Anyway! Oral invigilating was so boring today. I felt so sad for the kids. It was like stuffy and hot and they all didn't bring books or anything so they were bored to tears. I was bored, and I already had them, and my bsf homework, to keep me occupied.But anyway, the boredom was totally mutual. The teachers were very bored, and

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*groans*ugh, my eyes feel sandpapered. KNEW i shoulda slept earlier. Luckily I made it down by 6.40am today, so no fit from David. :p Poor kid. I always make him late.But sleep can always be gotten. It's the BODYACHE rawrrrrrrrr my butt, thighs (outer inner all around -.-), back, even my arms ache! Gosh. Lol. But class was awesome. =) I love that kinda feeling. Haha.---I don't understand why you

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Grammar Rock: NounsWell every person you can know,And every place that you can go,And any thing that you can show,You know they're nouns!A noun's a special kind of word,It's any name you ever heard.I find it quite interesting,A noun's a person, place or thing.Oh I took a train, took a train,To another state.The flora and the fauna that I sawwere really great.But when I saw some bandits chasing

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42 Pandan Road (block and street name)#100-107 (unit no.)Singapore 243681 (postal district)Dear Alan (salutation)Today was like shit.Thank God it's just the one class in the morning, then later an added class (science. thank God again) at the end of the day. I almost wanted to cry in the class. Okay, I'm exaggerating. But I still feel like shit. I handled 1C very badly today.Okay, actually, just

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Exemption Criteria Candidates who fulfill any of the criteria below are exempted from the English EPT. Honours degree / Pass with merit / Pass degree graduates or final year undergraduates in English Language / English Literature orApplicants who scored at least a Grade B3 in General Paper (English) / Grade B in H1 General Paper / Grade B in H2 Knowledge and Inquiry in the GCE ‘A’

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How am I supposed to know NOW, what I want to do THEN?And how am I supposed to choose? :(If I choose primary track, then the teaching itself is so BLAH. I mean, primary Mathematics? Maybe. Primary English, maybe. Primary Science is just blah.If I choose secondary track, then the teaching is more fun. Secondary physics! Secondary English! Secondary art! (But, so sad, I didn't take art at A level.

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Sometimes you must smile even though you want to slap them.Sometimes you must smile even though they're all pushing you and you're inches from falling but you must still gather your strength and stand firm.Sometimes you must smile even though you feel like they just slapped you in the face.And sometimes, just sometimes, you must smile even though your heart is crying.But then, smiles are supposed

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Found the post below in a discussion board for the "Dare to Question" event my friend invited me to. Normally, I'd just ignore or decline, but it was broadcasted as this intellectual forum thing and I thought, hey, I might as well check out the discussion boards. I mean, they heavily deny that it's "outreach" or trying to "convert" anyone to Hinduism, but it's basically raising awareness, right?

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Four years ago, I was flying from JFK NY Airport to SFO to attend a meeting at Monterey , CA . An American girl was sitting on the right side, near window seat. It indeed was a long journey - it would take nearly seven hours. I was surprised to see the young girl reading a Bible; unusual of young Americans.After some time she smiled and we had few acquaintances talk. I told her that I am from

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